Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 76

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Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 76

I stare at her and say, “I tried to warn you. I KNOW.” Then I have an
idea. “How about all or nothing?” I ask.
They look at one another, then back to me,
with identical stares. “Go on,” Stephanie states.
I take a deep breath before I speak. I’m not near
as tipsy as they are, and don’t know how they
will react.
“I understand that there is a difference
between you two, that can only be seen when
nakked. Since you’re already nakked, if I can figure
out what it is, I get a REAL kiss from each of you.

If I fail, I have to down a whole beer, and
completely strip.”
Stacy’s eyes grow large as she smiles widely,
and she says, “Done!” a little too triumphantly.
I’m worried that she accepted that too easily.
How small of a difference is it? I stand up and
approach them, but they back off. “What are you
doing?” Stephanie demands.
“I have to examine you,” I tell her, returning the
triumphant smile Stacy had given me a
moment ago.

Stephanie succumbs to my argument, and this
time they stand still as I walk up to them.
I run my hands along their stomachs first, but
both feel the same: smooth and flat. I walked
behind them, and checked out their backs, but
still no discernible difference. Not even a freckle or
mole on either one.

I cop a feel of each arse cheek, making them both
jump as I do it. Walking back to the front, they
are both clean-shaven. I heft each of their breassts,
and still I can’t figure out what is different. Their
legs look the same, their toes, everything. Even
their labia are the same shape. The only difference
I can find in either one is the switches I’d made in
Stephanie, and that doesn’t count.

I examine them once more, but with the same
result. Finally, defeated, I give up.
“I can’t tell. You win.” I say. I wonder if they
notice the incongruity of what I said. Here I was,
easily able to tell the two of them apart thanks to
the switches I’d made. But I just told them that I
can’t find any physical differences between them.

How, then, can I tell them apart? It may be the
alcohol affecting them, but I’m not about to
complain, when they don’t call me on it.

Stacy hands me my beer, and I down it,
before removing my clothes.
“You’ve been working out!” Stacy exclaims as
I disrobe, and I grin at her. Both women give a
small sigh when my manhood comes out,
neither limp, nor hard, but somewhere in-
between asin semi hard.
“So, what is it?” I want to know. “What is the
difference?”
Both women bust up laughing. It takes a
moment before Stacy can get enough breath
to tell me. “There isn’t one. I planted that idea in
you, to play a trick on you. I even got Linda in
on it. That’s why she talked to you, today.”

She
starts laughing again, and I feel the fool. I had
been duped. I can’t be too angry though, because
I had cheated on their game too. I just hope they
never asked me how I can tell them apart.
“Oh, don’t look so upset,” Stephanie says to me. “I’ll
still give you a kiss.” She places her hands on my
shoulders, stands on her toes, and this time the
kiss she gives me is a real one. Her tongue slides
between my lips, as her arms wind around my
neck, and her hard nippl£s press into my chest.

I
eagerly put my arms around her slender waist,
as I meet her tongue with my own. I had already
been semi-stiff from having them nakked before
me, but now with one of them pressed against
me; I’m poking her in the stomach.
“Hey, no fair,” Stacy complains when her
sister pulls away from me. “He lost! He should be
kissing us.”

Not one to argue at such a genuine idea, I step
over to her, wrap my right arm around her
waist, and pull her to me. She squeals as I place
my hand behind her head, and pull her lips to
mine. She hungrily devours my lips and tongue,
while her hands drop down to my nakked arse,
giving my cheeks a firm sq££ze.

Stacy backs me up to the couch, and when
my heels strike it, I sit down, heavily. She grins
as she straddles my knees, grab my cheeks, and
pull my face back into the kiss.
“It’s my turn to have him tonight,” Stephanie
complains. “You had him last.”
Stacy breaks off the kiss long enough to look
her sister in the eye.
“It’s not my fault you didn’t
take the opportunity when you stayed at his
place.” Part of me feels like a piece of trophy that Barcelona just won,
Another part doesn’t care.
“You know why I didn’t,” Steph shoots back,
and I’m now certain that she’d been on her period.