She move closer to and says, "I hope you don’t think less of , but when I saw Bent kissing his sister, it felt like lightning...
Wait... You just called Stacy. (*check the ending of the previous update*)"
She turns to look at , eyes wide, and confused.
"That’s your na, isn’t it?" A small smile raises the corner of my mouth.
"How did you know?" Her excitent has turned to trepidation(nervousness).
"I wasn’t sure until you just confird it, but there are a few differences between you two. You may look and sound the sa, but you both feel a bit different."
A part of is angry for having been played for a fool, but another part of knows I can’t be too angry with a woman l’d just fvcked her punnana.
"Don’t be angry," Stacy pleads.
"Stephanie was too sore after yesterday, and I can understand why.She knew you would want to do it again."
She pauses to look at shrewdly, before continuing,
"No one has ever figured it out before."
"You’ve done this before?" I ask, shock outweighing all other emotions.
"Not very much," she concedes sheepishly.
"Only when one of us needs a break, though I have to say, this is the best night I’ve had in years, and I understand why my sister needs to recover. I’m not going to be walking straight tomorrow."
Then a mischievous smile spreads across her face.
"Let know if you ever need a break from Stephanie, I wouldn’t mind helping her out"
The complint isn’t lost on , and I have to laugh. I’ve just fulfilled many man’s fantasy of screwing sisters, though not at the sa ti.... That gives an idea, but one that will have to wait for another night. My head is really starting to pound, and I’m exhausted after last night’s treatnt and having two great screwing sessions.
"Don’t be mad at her, she really likes you,"
Stacy pleads with again, as I drive her ho. Thinking of how Tina had acted after the first ti we’d screwed, I wonder if all won lie.
"Liking soone requires trust," | I tell her, but there is no bite in my words.
"I would have understood if she couldn’t fool around tonight."
"You’re the real deal," she said, "We’re so used to dealing with crooks, it’s really refreshing to be with a gentleman."
I say nothing as Stacy pulls out her phone, and I assu she is texting Stephanie, because the twin ets us as I pull up. I jump out, and run around to let Stacy out, still trying to be the gentleman.
"Go easy on her," Stacy whispers as she steps out of my car, and gives a quick peck on the cheek.
"Stacy tells you figured it out. How did you do it?" Stephanie’s arms are tucked under her breasts, breath misting in the cold air. She isn’t wearing a coat, or a br*a by the look of it, so l invite her into my warm car, before answering her question.
I decide that my earlier comnt about like requiring trust’ still holds and I DO like Stephanie.
"You and she may look the sa, but you both act and feel different during sexx."
My words don’t seem to hurt her, but I can see fear and worry in her eyes, backed by a steely determination.
"Do you hate ?" The fear and trepidation in her voice is impossible to miss.
"I’m not happy about being lied to. If you didn’t feel up to doing anything, I would have understood. I’m not an assh*le, though sotis that works to my detrint."
"No," she says, placing her hand on my thigh,
"It’s one of the things I like most about you."
I can’t help but add the next part.
"And then there is the part where you sent your sister to have s*xx with . What kind of a man would complain about that?"
Stephanie laughs her wonderful musical laugh, and I know that she knows l’ve forgiven her.
Apparently, I’m an easily forgiving person, at least when s*xx is involved. I don’t want to think of what that says about . I walk Stephanie to her door, lending her my coat for the short walk, and we kiss shortly before she goes in. Idrive slow and careful, letting my mind play over the day’s, and most particularly the night’s events. All in all, I’m in a pretty good mood, though I still don’t know what l’m going to do about Tina. My conscience and pride want one thing, but my mind and John Thomas fight for sothing else. For now, I think avoiding her is still the best action to take.
I crawl into bed, wondering how much sleep I’m going to get tonight...
The flash of light before I enter Vage’s featureless blue room, reminds of my other problems, but I have an idea on how to deal with Vage tonight.
And sohow my conscience doesn’t fight on this one. Maybe it is because she is an alien?
But before I could go ahead with my plan and deal with her, I was assorted with an excruciating pain. I’m only dimly aware of the light going from white to yellow before I lose total consciousness...
The next day when I woke up, my muddled brain doesn’t seem to want to work. I vaguely rember being with Vage, making the switch that I think will work on her (or trying to), and then waking up in my bed. Did I over used my ability at the party?
A quick test on the lights confirms it, as pain shoots like lightning between my eyes. Then I roll over and go back to sleep.
I was tempted to sleep all day, until sothing reminds that this next week is finals week, before the Christmas break. I’m really looking forward to seeing my mom. I could do without seeing my dad, and my sister almost never shows up anymore after a blowup between her and dad. I’d ant to do so studying today, but I don’t really feel like staying in my room. Especially when I see I have two missed calls from Tina, and one from Stephanie. I don’t feel up to seeing either one right now, so I get dressed, and drive to the campus library, leaving my phone behind.
Studying was never my strong suit, after studying a little, I began to think about the demons.
Vage told that there are other humans that have had their dormant genes activated, and I rember Dennis ntioning seeing online videos of people doing extraordinary things. Using the library’s Wi-Fi, I load the site, and start browsing. It looks like there are a lot of different videos to choose from, so l start choosing so at random. I watch one where a guy can supposedly talk to dogs and another where a girl can turn her skin blue. Neither of those seem particularly helpful, so I keep looking. I find the one of the guy in Japan that can spontaneously combust, and then watch as the flas go out, and he is unhard, even his clothes is safe from the fla. I wonder if it’s so type of illusion, but I’m able to find a version with subtitles, and the caraman claims to be able to feel the heat from the flas. Now THAT would co in handy if he can start other things on fire.
Unfortunately, he goes on to say that he can only do it to himself. Well, there goes THAT idea...
I search for a few more hours, with no better results. So are super strong, or just as useless as the Nigerian P.H.C.N, but I can’t see how any of them can stop an alien race from destroying the human race. As a matter of fact, I can’t see how I’m going to stop it either. And if Vage, with her advanced technology, can’t do it, what chance do I have?
Maybe I just need to co up with more creative ways to use my switches...
Bored and full of frustration, I decide to give my ability a small test, and ntally flip off my laptop. It goes off, and the subsequent pain is minimal. In a slightly better mood, I head back to the apartnt.
Dennis is there, and I realize he hadn’t been ho when l’d arrived last night, nor was he around when I’d gotten up this afternoon.
"Where’ve you been?" I ask him.
"Out with Rose. Man, she can give a an blow*job!".
I laugh as I drop my stuff in my room, and then return to gossip with Dennis.
"Isn’t she seeing Bent?"
"Not anymore. Can you believe what he was doing with his sister?" Dennis shakes his head in wonder.
"Part of can’t bla him; she’s one helluva fine piece"...
I shake my head, but I can believe, and know that I’d even caused it with my switches. I feel guilty all over again. It’s just like with Tina; I’m manipulating people into doing things they would otherwise never do.
Do I have the right to do that?
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