Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 2 - Episode 24

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Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 2 - Episode 24

I think back to how Vage had first reacted to my touches, and how she’d only
wanted to get it over with.
“If this is going to work,” I tell them,” she needs to do whatever I say.” I look into the young
alien’s silvery eyes, before asking, “Can you understand me?”
She jarringly nods her large head, and I can tell she’s just as nervous as I am. I’ll need to get her to relax, or this’ll never work.
“Sit down,” I tell her, and take her hand, to help her down. Part of me is conscious of Loveth walking away with Vage to one side of the room, while the other six go to the opposite side. I do
my best to block them all out. This is just like
when Dennis watched me and Tina, or at Bent’s party with Stacy, I think to myself, wishing I
believe it.
I sit across from her, and take her foot in my hand. Gently rubbing her head, I start to give her a
massage, hoping it’ll help her relax.
’What are you doing?' Somehow I know it’s Loveth asking. ’You don’t have to woo her, just
make her Pour.'
’Look at her,' I mentally admonish my sister.
’She’s too nervous. Besides, I want to make sure she’s pleased in every way, so that there can be
no complaint, and no denying it.'[b]
’How did I end up with such a wonderful, younger brother?'[/b] Loveth sends back to me.

’No
wonder you’re such a great lover.' I feel my cheeks heat a little at her compliment.

I take this moment to look closer at this new alien, and can discern a few other differences between her and Vage. The angle of the eyes is
just a bit different, as is the exact shape of her S£x: a little slimmer, maybe.
‘She was chosen for her aesthetic closeness to me,’ Vage sends me.
‘Closeness. . .’ I wonder, not realizing I send the thought.
‘Yes. She is my sister.’
I look at Vage in shock, my hands stopping for a
moment in their massage. This race of aliens truly is different from us humans.
As I return to work on the young alien’s feet, I’m able to sense her relaxing a bit. She watches everything I do, with her liquid silver eyes, and there is somehow an innocence to them that I find alluring.
A thought occurs to me. ’Vage, is your sister a virgin?'
’She has never mated. They want someone that has never known the normal type of mating for this test.' No wonder she’s so nervous. She’s likely been raised on what to expect from the
males of her species. The violent, almost ra.pe, as their men take them again and again, non-stop, until their biological heat has been satisfied, would scare just about anybody. I have to make sure that this experience is the complete opposite for
her.
I shift my hips closer to her on the floor, and feel her tense for a moment, but when I only start to massage her calf, she relaxes again.
The older alien speaks, and Vage translates, “They want to know if all of this is necessary. You didn’t
need to do any of this with me.”
“It was different with you,” I tell her. “You were in heat, and then your body demanded it. You were ready for it. She is obviously nervous, and I need for her to relax. Trust me, if you can get your men to do this, you won’t complain. I also don’t
care to use my ability, and ruin the accuracy of this experiment.”

The alien I’m massaging says something in her
two-toned voice, and the older aliens nod.

’She says that what you are doing feels nice, and it does help her relax,' Vage’s translation comes
through the Wangers. I note that this younger alien’s voice is slightly higher than her sister’s, and wonder if their voices drop in pitch as they
age.
I smile happily at the young alien, and then decide to step it up a notch. Moving my hands to her thin knee, I bring her toes to my mouth. She
gasps as I sU-Ck on one pink toe after another, and I’m not sure if the gasp is from surprise, or pleasure, but she doesn’t try to stop me. Slowly, tenderly, I begin to rub her skinny thigh, as I slip
my tongue between her small thin digits. I’ve never noticed before, but her feet are short one toe, just as her hands are less one finger. I’m able
to fit all four toes in my mouth, as I flick my tongue between then. I think I hear a half m0an escape from the young alien, but when I look up
at her, she’s just staring back at me curiously.
“Do you have a name I can call you?” I ask her, taking her toes from my mouth. I don’t expect her to answer, but it doesn’t hurt to try, and i think maybe a small chit-chat may put this Vage’s little sister more at ease.