Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 75

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Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 75

“No, Linda just wanted to make sure I knew it had
been you at Bent’s party.” I reply while I
crack open the soda.
“One of these days, Nick, you’re going to tell me
how you can tell us apart,” Stephanie says, coming
out of her room, and pulling down a different
shirt. I have to laugh when I read it. It says:
“These are not the b¤¤bs you’re looking for,”
with arrows pointing to each bre*ast.
“So, which
game am I going to humiliate you in, first?”
I laugh again, “You pick. That way it will be more
humiliating when I stomp you.”

Both sisters laugh, and I realize that even their
laughter is the same. With either one, I think it
sounds truly musical.

We spend the next few hours playing various
games, and while I hold my own well enough,
sometimes the girls team up on me, and then I
stand no chance. Both of them are excellent
gamers. I briefly wonder how rare it is to find
girls as beautiful as these twins, who are also gamers.

As the sun goes down, one of them puts a beer
in front of me (I wasn’t paying attention to which
one, being too absorbed in defeating her sister),
and I don’t realize what it is until I take my first
swallow. As I’m choking with the unexpected
flavor hitting my throat, my game character is
defeated.
“That’s a cheap trick,” I complain, as I try to clean
the beer off my chin.
“Oh, I’m sorry. We thought you were old
enough to handle alcohol,” Stephanie teases, and I
realize it had been her that’d given me the beer.
“We can make some fruit drinks, if you prefer,” her
sister taunts right after.

Just to show them, I quickly down the beer.

Stephanie is just within arm’s reach, and this time I
succeed in snatching her wrist before she can get
away. Growling, I use my newfound strength to
pull her down into my lap, and start tickling her
sides.
“I’ll show you what I can handle!” I exclaim, as
Steph goes into hysterics at my tickling touch.

A pillow hits me in the face, a moment before
Stacy tackles me, giving Stephanie the
opportunity to slip away. The attack had been too
sudden, and Stacy pulls away as well, before I
can get a hold of her.

Steph is breathing heavily, as she looks at me.
She is trying to look cross, but the smile behind
her long lashes gives away her true feelings. So
does her ‘happy’ switch.
“I want to play a different game,” she says finally,
as her breathing comes under control. By her
tone, I know she doesn’t mean a different video
game.
“What do you have in mind?” I ask.
“We go into my room,” she says, indicating Stacy and her, “and come out wearing something
different, and you have to guess who we are, as
we come out, one at a time. If you get it right, we
have to remove one article of clothing, keep it off,
and take a drink. If you’re wrong, you have to.”
I know I can’t lose that game. “That’s not fair. I’ll
never lose, and you’ll just cheat,” I exclaim.

“We never cheat!” argues Stacy, but I look at
the beer that had distracted me, and the pillow
she’d used against me, watching her cheeks flush
red. “That wasn’t cheating, that was tactics.

I tell
you what, we’ll mark the inside of one of our
hands, so that you can’t see it when we come
out, but that way we’ll have proof when you’re
wrong.”
“You don’t understand,” I try to say. “I always
know who I’m talking with now. You’ll never
win.”

They must think I’m just bragging, like I’ve
been doing all night, because they still insist on
doing it.
Okay,” I say, “but don’t complain when I’m still
dressed, and you’re both nakked.” I draw a circle
on the inside of Stephanie’s hand, and an X on
Stacy’s. The two brunettes walk into Stephanie’s
room, and one of them walks out a few minutes
later.
“Stephanie,” I say without hesitation, feeling her
‘happy’ switch drop as she loses the round. She
takes off one of her shoes and takes a sip of beer,
before walking back into the bedroom.
Stacy comes out next, without wearing any
shoes, but she ends up losing as well. She claims
that her shoe is already off, so that counts and I
don’t argue. I feel guilty, because I truly can’t lose
this game.
Soon enough, both women are completely
nakked, and slightly tipsy.
“That’s really not fair,” Stephanie grumps, stamping
her foot. “How do you know?”
My eyes are on both of their bodies, trying to
see the one difference in the two, which has been
hinted at more than once today, but can’t seem
to find anything. The two are as identical as my
eyes can make out.

“Maybe I can read minds,” I joke, realizing that I
should have thrown a few of the guesses. They
had tried every trick they could think of to fool
me, but they can’t change or hide the switches in
Stephanie.

“We’ve never lost,” Stacy complains, and I
wonder how many times they’ve done this.

How
many other men have been duped out of their
clothing, hoping to have a chance at seeing these
two beautiful twins nakked?