Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 2 - Episode 52

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Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 2 - Episode 52

Walking around to Emmanuella’s back, I turn up some of her switches, doing my best to make her hornn.ier. I reach out to touch her, and the shimmering light around my hand stops me. I quickly divest myself of the light-suite, and step up behind her again.

Wrapping my arms around her, I lightly tease her nippl3 with my left hand, while my right digs through the mound of fur below, until my fingers find her moist sliìt.
“Oh, I’m gonna go to the special hell,” I murmur.
Emmanuella shudders, as I rub my finger against her Aso rock, and I look over to Emmanuel, and see he is intently watching me, unable to do anything else.
“Your brother likes what he sees,” I whisper into her ear.
“Did you see how hard he got before I froze you?” I nibble a bit on her ear, while I rub my fingers around her tiny hole. I’m tempted to slip a finger inside her, but I want to build up her tension first.

I know I’m manipulating them, using their switches, and while a part of my conscience is screaming at me to stop, but my body is telling me to KONTINUE.. in ILLEGAL tune. Well, all I have to do is remember the twenty or so diamonds on those necklaces, each one a stolen life, and my conscience shuts up giving the Illegal tune to dominate totally.

I’m really mashing down hard on her ‘wet pvssy’ switch, and sense that she is getting close. She is doing her best to hold back m0ans of pleasure, but between my skill and the switches, she doesn’t stand a chance. I sense just the moment, and give her stiff nippl3 a sudden twist, and a loud m0an escapes from her clenched jaws, and my hand is covered in her love juices. I rub hard back and forth against her whole Aso Rock, trying to make her orgäsm last.
“Look at your brother’s bazooka,” I tell her. “See that liquid seeping from the tip?

That’s because he likes what he sees. You turn him on.” I can hear muffled denials, but her eyes are glued to Emmanuel’s manhööd. “I’ll bet you’re wondering what it would be like to have him in you.” I make a switch to make the inside of her veegee ìtch. “Or maybe even succk his c.um straight from his bazooka.” Her mouth goes dry after making and moving another switch.

My coccck is nestled comfortably between her small arse cheeks, and I start to hump myself slowly against her, while I resume my assault on the rest of her tiny body.

Emmanuella’s denials are growing weaker, and by the time she reaches her second orgasm, she is no longer refusing my words.

“See how his fluids are running from the tip of his BZK? That’s all because of you, his dear twin sister. He wants you. You can see it in his eyes. See his hunger, his desire. I can tell you like him looking at you. I feel how wet you are down here.

I know you’re thinking about what it might feel like to lay with your own brother.”

This time, the sound that escapes her throat is one of acceptance.

“But wait. . . Isn’t that a sin?” I rub her cööchy harder, tweaking her nippl3s, and nibbling lightly on her neck. She is completely confused.
Her body is telling her one thing, but her mind is saying something else. “How can it be a sin, though, if you love each other? You do love Emmanuel, don’t you?”

Carefully I lessen the switch that’s holding her paralyzed, ready to reinstate it at a moment’s notice. I needn’t have worried.

“Yes,” she whispers, and then m0ans as I turn up the sensitivity to her clìt and nippl3s.
“I do love him.”
Her hips are now moving, grinding her arrse against my rock hard Bzk.

“You know,” I whisper conspiratorially,
“while he’s frozen like that, I’ll bet you can find out just what he tastes like, or even feels like inside of you.” I fully release her, and step back.
Hesitantly she looks from me to her brother’s Bzk. It’s easily apparent who is the better endowed, but love wins out, and she rushes to Emmanuel.

Dropping to her knees, a tentative hand reaches out, but stops before making contact. “Forgive me Emmanuel. I—I can’t help myself. I’ve always looked up to you, and I love you so much.

Please. . . Please forgive me, but right now I need this.” Her fingers close the final distance, and I swear she m0ans as she makes contact with her sibling’s Bzk.
There is a flash of light behind me, and I spin around, prepared for an attack, but it’s only Stephanie. A very nakk3d Stephanie.
“Sorry to scare you, but I saw how hard you are, and didn’t want to pass up this chance.” She tells me, a twinkle in her eyes.
“You’re still going to hell, though.”
I know that she also doesn’t want me trying to fvcck the slight redhead Emmanuella as well, but I don’t mind. I’m so hor.nny right now, I just want to take her down, and fvcck her on the dry desert floor.