Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 80

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Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 80

“I’m so happy you finally came Nick!” My mom’s
voice is more exuberant than usual, and I wonder
if she is putting on a show for Tina and her Mom. I hope
her and dad haven’t been fighting too much
lately. And that’s when I notice the slight flush to
her cheeks, and realize she is drunk.

“Is Loveth coming?” I ask. I haven’t seen my
sister since last Christmas, the only time she
might be willing to be around our father. We
communicate irregularly, but it’s still nice to see
my Loveth from time to time. I’m not
holding my breath, on it though.
“Yes, she said she has to work, and won’t be
here until Christmas Eve, though,” mom sounds
down for a moment, but her smile quickly
returns, as she ushers our guests inside, leaving
me to unload the car.
It takes a number of trips, and despite the cold,
I’m sweating slightly as I bring the last bags in.

Tina and Nancy will be sharing the guest
bedroom, which unfortunately is right next to my
parent’s room. There will be no sneaking in there
at night, and my room is across the hallway
from dad’s and mom’s. It looks to be a No s*x
week.

My dad is reading a newspaper and
drinking a Goldberg beer. From the pile of cans next to him,
I know not to bother him. I find the other three
women in the dining room, sipping on hot
cocoa. Tina jumps up to make me some, and I
gratefully sit down.

Between Vage’s white light last
night, and unloading the car, I’m more than a little
tired.
“Your girlfriend is very cute, Nick,” my mom leans over
and whispers to me. “And smart, too.”
“Tina’s not my girlfriend, mom,” I protest,
knowing it’s useless..

Mom looks at me as though she doesn’t believe a
word of it. Resistance is futile, I think. I’m saved
from further argument as Tina brings me my
steaming brown drink.
“Thank you,” I tell her, and she rewarded me with her
dazzling smile. My first sip sends a delicious
warmness through my chest, that isn’t entirely
due to the hot chocolate. A quick glance at Tina
shows a wicked smile. She’d spiked my drink.
Mom and Nancy start talking about work, and I
find out that Nancy is a registered nurse at the
main hospital. They become so engrossed in
their talking, that Tina and I’m able to slip out
unnoticed.
“Your mom seems nice,” Tina tells me, as we
walk into the guest room.
“Yeah. . . Too happy. I think she’s hiding
something.” I tell her, trying to keep my words to
a minimum. Tina is still affected by my voice,
and considering the lack of opportunities ahead of
us, I don’t want to cause her any undue stress.
“You worry too much, Nick,” Tina grabs my
shoulders, turning me to look at her. “Or can you
read minds now, too?”
I silently laugh, but shake my head. No, I can’t read minds, but I still worry about how overly cheerful mom acts, and her level of drinking.

Tina brings her lips to mine, and I kiss her
happily, until she m0ans. I pull away,
remembering to tell her about the walls.
“The walls are paper thin in here, so be careful
what you say. My parent’s room is right next door, and you can hear everything,” I warn her, repeating, “Everything.”

Tina looks to the wall in question, and then turns
back to me with a wicked grin. “That could get
interesting,” she says, as she steps back up to
me, and starts kissing me again.

We have to break apart again a few seconds later
as we hear our mothers walking down the
hallway. I step away, and act as though I’m
straightening the blankets on the bed. Our
mothers look at us, suddenly growing silent as
they walk in, and I know we aren’t fooling anyone. Tina’s grin at my attempted ruse doesn’t
help, and both older ladies burst out laughing.

I feel foolish, but I had grown up under my
parent’s rule, and some habits still stick,
apparently.

My dad finally comes out of his den before dinner,
and barely says two words throughout the meal.

Mom more than makes up for it though, talking
enough for all of us.

Dad only eats half his meal, before standing up,
“I’m going into the office. There are some files I need to file.”
“But dear, you’ve been drinking all day, and we
have guests. Can’t it wait until tomorrow?” Mom
asked, worriedly.
“Dammit, don’t tell me how much I’ve drunk, old woman. I said I need to go, and those files won’t
file themselves.” Dad storms out of the room, his
plate still on the table, as we all sit in stunned
absolute silence.