Massage Alexis

As Alexis stretches her arms and shoulders, letting out a dramatic sigh, you see an opportunity. He move behind her, your ghostly hands beginning to massage her shoulders, touch firm and soothing. Alexis startles for a second, her eyes widening in surprise, but quickly melts into the massage, a soft moan of pleasure escaping her lips.

Cherie watches in shock as she sees Alexis' shoulders moving with the massage, the obvious pleasure it brings to her sister's face. Her eyes widen, a mix of disbelief and discomfort playing across her features. Alexis, sensing Cherie's ****, decides to encourage her sister to partake in the massage, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"See, sis? I told you Mack's friendly. You should let him work his magic on you sometime. I promise you won't regret it. He's is quite skilled."

"I... I don't know," she stammers. "It's just... I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that."

"Nonsense, sis. Trust me. Mack knows what he's doing. And who knows? Maybe it'll help you relax a bit. You look like you could use it," Alexis purrs.

Cherie takes a deep breath, her mind racing with thoughts of acceptance and resistance, her eyes flitting between Alexis' blissful expression and the movement of her shoulders. "I'll think about it," she finally concedes.

You realze that while she's still not ready for any phisical contact, Alexis at least lowered her **** and undid some of the damage your earlier attempt caused.