10 comments/ 85998 views/ 17 favorites What are Sisters for? Ch. 01 By: Dreamthiev (Author's Note: This story contains elements of incest, lesbian sex, and transgender sex. If any of these are offensive to you then this might not be a story for you. Also, there is a bit of character and story development before the "action" really starts, so if you're looking for a quick stroke-story you might also be disappointed. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it!) "...and so now we're going to lose the house. I don't know what to do. Riley, is there any way you can help us?" my sister asked me, finally coming to the end of her latest sob story. I gave a long-suffering sigh. "I really don't think I can, Grace," I told her, and she let out a strangled whimper. Just so you don't think I'm a complete heartless bitch, let me explain. The word my sister forgot to add at the end of her plea was again. A very important word, again. The truth is, I had been bailing my sister out of trouble for years. Her and her husband both. Together they don't have the business sense or financial responsibility of a concussed duckling. For years they were borrowing money regularly; they'd be behind with their bills, one of them would lose their job, or some emergency would pop up. They'd pay us back, usually, but no sooner had they than they'd be in trouble again. Whenever they did manage to get ahead, they'd spend it frivolously and end up right back where they started. My husband, Ben, never said anything but I could tell he was getting tired of it, too. I was beginning to feel like a doormat myself. He wouldn't talk much about it, insisted it was my sister so my choice. Having had enough, I told him I wanted to break the cycle. We talked it over and came to a decision. The next time Grace came to me for money, $5,000 to pay the property taxes on the house they couldn't afford, I sat my sister down and explained it to her. I gave her a check for $50,000. I told her it was a gift, not a loan, but it was absolutely the last one. That was nine months ago. "Grace, what happened to the money we gave you?" I swear I heard her wince. "I, we tried to start a business...it didn't work out." Obviously. "It was a flower shop." "A flower shop?" "Well, yeah. And, we had other expenses!" she said, starting to sound defensive. I sighed into the phone again. "Grace, look, I'm sorry your flower shop didn't work out..." "It's not just that, James got laid off." James, her husband, was pretty useless. He's had seven jobs in five years, and only one had he left voluntarily. "I understand, and I'm sorry. But we can't keep doing this, we discussed it, and Ben agrees." "It's not like you can't afford it," she said, her voice starting to show a little anger. "That's not the point, Grace." "I can't believe you won't help us, after all the times I helped you!" The last time I remember Grace helping me was when I was seven, and she put a Band-Aid on my skinned knee. "I'm sorry, Grace," I told her again, "but we just can't." From there, the conversation pretty much degenerated. Soon she was yelling, crying, and even name-calling. I tried to stay calm and rational, but I could only put up with so much. Finally I apologized again, told her I still loved her, and hung up. She called again twenty minutes later; then again fifteen minutes after that. I let the voice mail answer. After the third call I turned off my phone. Then she started calling my office, but I had my admin tell her I was unavailable. I felt awful. I really do love her, I even like her most of the time. Playing her safety net was getting old, though. And her acting like she was entitled to it, and getting mad when I told her no, really pissed me off. I really want her to be all right, but I'm not going to let her use me—especially not with that attitude. I spent so much time brooding over Grace and her problems that I was late leaving work. Before I left, I checked my voice mail and listened to her messages. They started out still angry. After the first few she started getting apologetic. Then she was begging, asking for help or just a place to stay "until they're back on their feet." That's not something I foresaw happening. I was late enough that Ben actually beat me home. "Your sister called," he told me as I came in, "six times." "She needs money, again," I said with a sigh. Then I gave him a rundown of her current crisis. "A flower shop?" he asked, trying not to smile. "Yeah, well, my sister is a little flaky. I could actually see her doing well with a flower shop, as long as it didn't involve money." "Aren't the older sisters supposed to be the responsible ones?" "I guess no one told Grace." "So, what'd you tell her?" "I told her no. We agreed: Last time was the end." "Yeah, but it's hard to say no when someone needs help." "That's just the thing," I told him, "I'm not really sure giving her money is help. It's more like just throwing it away. She doesn't need a loan, she needs a keeper—her and her waste of space husband." "Well, there's an idea..." "What?" "Just, it's not like you've never taken over someone's life before, you know." At first I didn't get it, then I blinked in surprise. "You're not serious," I said. "Well, no, I wasn't. But, you could, you know." "She's my sister." "And?" I'm pretty sure he was just teasing, or at least mostly teasing, and that should have been it. But, once he put it there the damn idea just wouldn't leave my head. It would solve the problem, and let me help her without being a doormat. I have to admit part of me liked the idea too. She'd probably get an attitude adjustment out of it as well. I talked it over more with Ben. He didn't mind, and thought it might even be a good idea, but insisted it was up to me. "It doesn't really matter; I can't see her going along with it," I said "Maybe, but you don't know. So decide if it's something you want to do. If it isn't, then it doesn't matter and we just forget it. If it is, ask her. It's that simple." I couldn't seem to forget it, so that left asking her. I was almost sure she would refuse. But, as they say, there was only one way to find out. After making up my mind, I decided to go over and talk to her about. I'd call tomorrow and set it up for the next day. --- The next day was Thursday. I got to work early, and spent some of the morning making arrangements, and working out details, in case Grace decided to accept my offer. Around eleven, I gave Grace a call back. Her husband answered, his voice rough with sleep. Laid off, house in jeopardy, and is he out bright and early looking for work? Of course not. When Grace got on the phone, she immediately tried to go into her rehearsed apology. "Look, I can't talk long now," I said, "I have a meeting soon. There is something I want to talk over with you, it may be a solution of sorts. Can I come by tomorrow?" "Of course, what is it?" "Tomorrow, say three-thirty or four," I told her, then made my goodbyes. I had a couple errands to run, and arrangements to make, but it looked like everything would be ready tomorrow. That night over dinner I told my husband what I had decided. He just chuckled and said again that it was up to me. We went over the specifics a bit more, and he teased me about it a little, but it was in good fun. The next day I left work a little early so I could stop off at home, change clothes, and gather up everything I might need. I stuffed it all in a brown leather carry-all and headed to see my sister—and maybe change her life. James answered the door and promptly eyed me up. I was worth I look. I was dressed in snug black leather pants and a tight, sleeveless red t-shirt. While looking me over, his eyes locked on the bag and he blinked. "You brought it in cash?" he asked, dumbly. "No," I told him, my voice cold. Before he could say more, though, Grace saw me in the doorway. "Riley! Come in," she told me, and I pushed past James. She came up and gave me a quick hug. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gotten upset with you..." "It's not important," I assured her, "But we do have a something to discuss." "Of course." We moved into the living room. I dropped my bag on the table and sat in the big recliner. Grace's lips pursed when she heard the brass feet on the bag click against the table, but I ignored her; this conversation wasn't going to go a way she liked and we best make that clear from the beginning. I stayed silent for a couple minutes, giving them time to stew. Finally, Grace broke the silence. "You said you thought you could help us?" She began tentatively. "No," I corrected her, "I said I might have a possible solution." "But, doesn't that mean..." "No, I'm not here to give you money. I told you we weren't doing that again, I meant it. We can't keep bailing you out. I'm not even convinced doing it again would count as help. How many times have we been through this? And each time you always end up back in the same position." Grace looked sad, and a little hurt. I felt bad for her, but that didn't make any of it less true. James, though, looked like he was getting angry. Like he couldn't believe the gall I had to not fall over myself and throw money at him. "No, money isn't a solution." "Then what?" "This probably isn't going to be anything you want, or even anything you want to hear, but it's only fair that you're given the option." "What option?" "I'll get to it, first I want to explain some things." She nodded, and I went on, "Ben and I love each other." "What does this have to do with us?" "I told you, I'll get to it. Just listen, ok? Like I said, we love each other, but we're not a hundred percent compatible, sexually." "What do you mean?" "I mean, just us together sexually, and we'd either be unsatisfied, unhappy, frustrated, or some combination of the three. One of the main things is we're both just too dominant, we both want to take charge, so at least one of us isn't getting all they want out of sex with each other. We also both have interests the other can't completely satisfy." Grace looked confused, but was listening, so I went on. "So, to keep us both happy and together, we worked out arrangements where we could each have other partners." "What arrangements?" James asked with a bit of a smirk. "The specifics aren't important right now," I told him with a glare. "What is," I said, "is that one of the things we did was to find submissives that we could play with. Some were just friends or acquaintances who were interested in that kind of thing, and at the end went home and back to their lives. Others we took in, and took charge of, and basically we were in control of 24/7." Grace still had a perplexed look, but also looked uneasy. I don't know if she didn't like the subject of conversation or if she had an inkling of where it was going. James looked just as clueless as ever and even had a bit of a faraway look on his eyes. Probably perving to some fantasy about me having sex with the people I mentioned. "All of which brings me back to now. Gracie," I told her gently, "you don't need money. Giving you money won't solve your problem; it'll just delay it for another couple of months. What you do need is someone to take care of you. When I was talking this over with Ben, he mentioned that this was something we had done for others before. There's not much reason we shouldn't offer it to you, too." "You're kidding?" James asked, finally getting it. But, we both ignored him for now. "What do you mean? I don't understand," Grace said. "If you want, you can come live with us, we'll take care of you. In exchange, you'll do what you're told. It's really not much different from a job, but you get room, board, and all your needs taken care of instead of a salary." "What, like a maid?" "There may be things like that you have to do, but no, not like a maid. Grace, I'm talking about slavery. You would be a sex slave." She sat back suddenly, eyes wide with shock. It had been staring her in the face, but she had refused to see it. When she finally did she couldn't believe it. "This is some kind of joke, right?" she asked me. "No, Grace. I'm completely serious." "But how? Why?" "How," I said with a small smile, "is pretty obvious. But why? Really, it's mostly to help you. I do want to help you, even if it doesn't look like it. But, I don't want to just throw money away either. This gets you out of your current crisis, and breaks the cycle you've been in. You can't keep going like this, and I don't know of how else to help you." "Write us a check," James broke in with an indignant voice. "No," I said coldly, "I might as well stack money up and light it on fire. You can't handle it, you can't do anything with it, giving it to you is the same as throwing it away." With that, Grace started quietly crying as the weight of reality settled onto her. She was in trouble, knew it, and this time someone wasn't going to just hand her enough money to make it go away. "I'm sorry, Grace," I said with a sigh. "I knew you wouldn't like the idea, but I felt I had to tell you. I'll just go." I started to get up, and made to grab my bag, but then Grace said, "Wait." "What?" James asked. "Why?" I said at the same time. "I should at least hear it all, tell me the details." "You can't be serious," James said. "Be quiet," she told him firmly, and I heard steel in her voice. "Are you sure?" I asked her. "Yes... Some of what you said was true, even if I didn't want to admit it. I should at least hear you out. I owe you that much." "You don't owe me..." "Please, just tell me." "Ok, but it's not terribly complicated. You sign over everything: property, assets, power of attorney, the works. We give you a room, food, and all your necessities. We'll take care of you. In exchange, you give obedience, and do what you're told." "What kind of things?" "Really, you'd have to be willing to accept almost anything. You'll have to do whatever you're told, even how to dress, what to eat, what do. And sex, of course. With whoever you're told, however you're told. There will be regular sex, some bondage, spanking and the like. Some of it you might not like, some might even hurt some, but you'll never be injured or really hurt. Like I said, we'll take care of you. And, some of it you might like, too." She nodded a little distractedly, cheeks a little pink. "What about James?" she asked after a couple moments. I grimaced a little, not bothering to hide my disdain. "It wouldn't be fair to make you choose," I said, "so he's included in the offer, provided he agrees to exactly the same terms as you. That's assuming that's what you want." "I love him," she said. "Ok. Like I said, he's included, then." Her next question surprised me. "Do you think I should do it?" "What?" "Well, you're still my sister, right? So tell me." I gave that a bit of thought. "Probably not," I said with a sigh. "If it's not something you're into, or want, you'll probably be miserable. And you're not completely without other options, either. You can liquidate your assets, declare bankruptcy, apply for government aid, and things like that. None of it would be very fun, but they're options." Nodding her head with a faraway look in her eyes, Grace seemed to close down for a couple minutes. She was obviously thinking, but she didn't give any clues what direction her thoughts were taking her. After several minutes of quiet reflection, she spoke again. "We'll do it." I was too surprised to speak at first, but James wasn't. "What? Are you crazy? We're not going along with this shit," he shouted. Grace gave him a considering look, then turned to me and said, "Excuse us a moment? We need to talk this over." I nodded and she turned back to her husband and said, "James, come in here," and led him into the kitchen. On the way there she paused, turned to me again and said, very deliberately, "I'm going to do it. We'll be right back." James followed reluctantly after here. They were gone for several minutes. I heard his voice rise several times, but couldn't make out what was said. Whatever Grace had to say, she said it quietly. When they returned, Grace looked at James expectantly. There was some hesitation, and then he said, "I'm sorry. I would like to accept your offer too; it was very generous of you to include me." His teeth were practically gritted as he forced the last part out, and I couldn't help but smile. "When do we start, then?" my sister asked me. "Grace, are you absolutely sure about this?" She gave me a nod. "Right now, then." I opened up my bag and withdrew a file folder. Opening it up, I handed them each a small stack of papers. "These are release and consent forms. Fill them out. There will be more paperwork, but we'll do that with a lawyer later." They started to go through the forms. James scowling as he read through them, but Grace's expression was blank as she filled them out, and barely seemed to skim most of them. When they had finished, I gathered up the papers and put them away. Standing, said to them, "Come with me," and led them into their bedroom. I tossed my hold-all on the bed and started going through the drawers. Grace watched me passively, but James was giving me a dirty look. He'd get his soon enough. I found Grace's underwear drawer and started removing things, forming piles on the bed. Then I sprawled across the bed. My sister continued to look inscrutable, not even commenting about my boots on her bedspread. "Change, both of you, Grace the pile on the right is yours," I said. "Where's mine?" James asked. I just pointed to the other pile. His eyes widened and he said, "I can't wear those!" "Oh, yes you can. I'd suggest getting used to them." He paled at that, but moved to take them. Grace already had her selection and was moving away. "Tsk," I said, "No, no. Change right here." She said nothing, merely met my eyes and started to undress. She didn't try and make it a tease, but in a way her simple, unadorned movements made the act more appealing. She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off. Then reached back, unclasped her bra and let it drop making no move to cover herself. Next came her pants, and socks, then finally she was pulling down her panties and stepping out of them. She dressed in the same economical motions, and soon stood before me in white socks, a white t-shirt thin enough to show off her nipples, and pink panties with white hearts. Grace was redressed before James had finished undressing. He was moving haltingly, and half-turning away in a poor attempt to preserve his modesty. I looked him over as he reached for the clothes. "Wait," I told him. I fished a zippered pouch out of my bag and headed toward the bathroom. "Come with me, both of you." I opened the pouch and handed James a tube of depilatory cream. "Use this," I said. "Put it on your face and everything from the neck down. Grace, help him get the places he can't reach." I sat on the sink as they went to work. It was obviously humiliating for James, but he went along with it. Not that he had all that much body hair to begin with. When they had finished, and washed the cream and the hair off, I handed them hair inhibitor spray and gel. "You'll be doing this regularly," I explained as they worked, "at least for a few months. After that it might be permanent." After, we all trooped back into the bedroom and watched James get dressed in his wife's underwear. He was wearing a silky black camisole, a lacy black thong with matching garter belt, and black stockings—Grace had to help him put on the stockings. Once I had them dressed, I pulled a couple pill bottles from the bag. I poured a pill form each into my hand and held them out. What are Sisters for? Ch. 01 "James, take these." "What are they?" "Female hormones. They should start you developing breasts, enhance your figure, soften your skin, things like that." With each thing I said, he grew paler. Grace just stared at us both. "You're turning me into a woman." "Well, yes, look how you're dressed." He flushed and looked away. "Don't worry, we're not going all the way. Nothing's getting chopped off," I mocked, "but the hair removal, the hormones? They're pretty much permanent changes, there's not really any going back." "I won't do it," he said quietly. "Up to you," I said. "But you know the alternative. You either do what you're told, everything you're told, or you're on your own. And, if you decide to leave, there's no coming back. This is a one-time offer." I watched him, still holding out the hand with the pills. I could almost see something break inside of him when he gave in. "Fine," he said reaching for them, "I'll take them." "No, not like that. Kneel." He stared at me for a moment, then dropped down to his stocking-clad knees. Seeing him reach for them again, I said, "No hands." So, instead, he leaned forward and ate them with his mouth. He swallowed them dry; and with them went his masculinity and independence—a bitter pill indeed. I reached out and patted him on the head. "Good girl," I said. "But, you know, James is far too masculine. From now on you're 'Jenny.' You'll go by it and answer to it, understood?" "Yes," he whispered. I gestured to Grace to join us, and she did without complaint. She dropped easily to her knees next to her husband and waited passively. Going back to my bag, I pulled them each out a collar. I slipped them around their necks and buckled them. They were plain collars, black leather with a simple D-ring hanging at the center of their throats. "Good," I said. "Start going through your things, and figure out what you want to keep—mainly personal items and mementos. It's all subject to approval. Clothes we'll have to go through. Food, toiletries, and the rest will be donated or thrown out. Most of the rest will be sold. Just make a start on things now, while I make a few calls, most of the rest will be done in the next few days." I spent some time on the phone. I made sure Ben was going to be around tonight, then talked with a couple other people giving some instructions to make sure everything was ready, and I confirmed some appointments I had tentatively set over the last couple days. As I did that, I watched the two of them putter around. James, or Jenny now, kept trying to talk about what was happening with Grace, but she kept telling him there was nothing to talk about and brushing the conversation off. James gathered up a small record collection, his diplomas, a couple souvenirs, and some other small odds and ends. Grace had a few photo albums, her old teddy bear, and a shoebox full of old letters and post cards. She was also going through her jewelry box making 3 piles, and she had a small pile of books next to her. I wandered over to see what she was up to. "They're my diaries," she said when she saw me looking. "I'd like to keep writing them." I nodded, and picked one up. "Of course," I said as I flipped through one of them. I wasn't reading anything, more seeing how she would react—she didn't. "What's with the jewelry?" "These are the things I really want to keep," she said pointing at one of the two smaller piles. "It's mostly heirlooms or antiques, a couple special gifts. The second is stuff I'd like to keep, it's mainly the things I like the most. The big pile is all the stuff I don't care about." Her wedding ring was in the second pile. Picking it up, I glanced at her with a questioning look. She turned her face away from me, looking at the floor. "Some things I'd rather give up than others," she said. I put the ring back without comment. "You can keep both piles you set aside, but mostly you'll be wearing little or no jewelry." She nodded, and started packing it up. When she was done, I took out my keys and handed them to Jenny née James. "Go put these in the trunk" I told him. He hesitated, and then took them. "I have to go dressed like this, don't I?" "Yes," I said, "but put on some shoes or you'll snag your stockings." He heaved a sigh, but did what he was told. We both watched through the window as he carried the two boxes to the car dressed in his wife's lingerie. "He'll need some heels," I said. Grace made a small hmphing sound, but didn't comment. When he returned, I told them, "Get ready to leave. Put something on, but only on your lower half, the rest stays." They both went to get something to wear out. Jenny put on a pair of jeans, they were loose so they looked a little silly with the camisole but not too bad. Grace, though, put on a small pair of cut-offs and a pair of Keds that looked perfect with what she had on. Grace almost bumped into her husband as we were leaving; he had stopped at the door. "I don't think I can do this," he said. Grace took his hand and said, "Come along, Jenny," in a quiet voice. He gave a small flinch, but went with her. Jenny tried to get into the front, but Grace pulled them both toward the back seat. "Ride up front, Grace," I told her. We all got in, and I started driving. After a few minutes, it became obvious I wasn't heading to my house. The former-James leaned forward and asked where we were going. "To get your hair done, Jenny," I said. He jerked back in his seat, almost as if he'd been slapped. I thought I saw Grace's lips quirk in an almost-smile, but I might have imagined it. I pulled into a mostly-deserted salon parking lot. It was run by a friend of mine, and she was staying open late as a favor. As we got out of the car, I pulled another surprise from my bag. I went up to each of them and clipped a chain leash with leather handle to their collars. Their eyes widened, but neither made a comment. Trailing their leads in my left hand, I led them both inside. My friend Sandra was there to greet us when we came in. She came forward and gave me a hug and a kiss while the other two fidgeted at the end of their leashes. The shop was mostly empty; there were no other customers besides us and only Sandra and two assistants were still there. "So," Sandra asked, "what can we do for you tonight, dear?" Then her voice turned a little mocking, "Here to get your pets groomed, are we?" I gave that comment a small chuckle. "Yes, Grace here just needs a new hairstyle," I said. "Something young," I continued while giving my older sister a wink, "and flirty. Nothing too elaborate. And no dye, I want the carpet to continue to match the drapes." That last got a small laugh from everyone—well, everyone who wasn't collared. Sandra nodded. "And for her?" she asked, indicating Jenny. "Poor Jenny needs the works," I said. "Nails, facial, make-over, and make-up lessons, plus she'll need a completely new hairstyle. Something very feminine, but not too difficult to manage—after all, she's new at this," I finished, smiling. "Does she need to stay matching, too?" "Not an issue, as of a couple hours ago," I said, causing Jenny to blush and the two assistants to giggle. "Well, how about this: Kelly and I will start with Jenny. Rosie should be able to handle Grace for you by herself, since she just needs a cut and a style. How's that sound?" "Perfect, if you trust her then so do I." I separated the leashes and handed Jenny's to Sandra. She took it, gave it a quick jerk and barked, "Come!" and led Jenny away. I offered Grace's leash to Rosie, who took it gingerly. "This is so cool," she said quietly while holding the leash. "Um, this way," she told Grace and led her to her work area. I trailed along after them, to watch what happened. Rosie was younger than us, college-aged or not much older, and she liked to talk. As she got Grace settled in, she was constantly chatting. Mostly asking Grace about her situation, questions Grace couldn't much answer because everything was still too new. Once the girl tried to ask Grace's opinion on a possible style, but Grace told her that it wasn't her decision. Rosie flushed a little, and looked at me. I just smiled and told her to use her own judgment, and soon she was snipping and styling away. Grace has light chestnut colored hair, with coppery highlights. I always wished for her hair color, but she always said I was luckier being blond. Still, it was a great color but she never did much with it. She kept her hair longish, but mostly just brushed it and let it hang loose or pulled it into a ponytail. Rosie cut her hair short, about level with her chin, or a bit past. She gave Grace a layered bob with razor-finished edges. It looked very good on her, and made her look younger. She was 28, but looked more college-aged with the new cut, maybe post-grad but still fresh and young. It looked good enough I was a little jealous. Grace looked happy with it, too. "Rosie, that's perfect! You did a fantastic job," I told her. "It really is nice, thank you," Grace said. "It turned out even better than I expected," Rosie admitted, as she finished brushing away the loose hairs from Grace. When she was done, Rosie led grace back to me. She looked charmingly bashful as she handed back the leash. I thanked her again, and handed her a folded bill. "Here, this is for you, I love the results." Handing her a card, I said, "And, this is if you ever decide you'd like to try being on the other end of the leash." I gave her a smile and a wink. Rosie went to help the others with Jenny, but it still looked like it'd be awhile yet so I told Grace we were going for coffee. We got back into the car and headed towards a coffee shop. "You really do look great, you know," I said. "Thank you. I really do like it, I didn't expect to," she said. A few minutes passed quietly, and then she said, "Can I ask questions? About this, I mean." "Of course you can." "Why are you trying to make me look young? I mean, the haircut, and then you dressed me up like I was in an x-rated sleepover movie. Is it just because I'm the older sister?" "No, not really. Though, there's probably a little of that there, too. Truth is, I just like the look. And since I can tell you what to wear, you have to put up with my tastes." "Why are you making my husband a girl?" I smiled and said, "Ask me that again tomorrow, then I'll answer you. Besides, it's not like you dislike the idea." "What?" "Please, I saw the way you looked at him when you first saw him walking around in your undies. Don't tell me part of you didn't like it." She blushed and averted her eyes, not answering with words. We pulled into the coffee house and went inside. I was leading her on the leash again, so we attracted quite a few looks. We ordered, got our coffee, and sat down before resuming the conversation. "Ok, so why are you walking us on a leashes?" she asked me. "Do you just want to torment us?" "No, in fact I'd rather you enjoyed yourself, or learned to. I do it because I like being in charge." "What do you mean?" "It, dominance, is about control. I like making you do things. But, say, making you hand me a napkin doesn't really have much impact—you'd do it anyway. Making you do something you wouldn't normally do is much more satisfying. That's a big part of it, another is a bit more basic: You're mine, so I like showing that off." "Childish." "Sure," I agreed. "My turn," I said. "You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" She gave another small blush, and took a moment answering. "I'm not sure. It's all mixed up with everything that's been going on. I'm still kind of in shock emotionally, but I think I might. I don't know, but it's definitely...interesting." "Good," I said, grinning. "That's me, though. I don't think James/Jenny feels the same way." "No, he probably doesn't at the moment. But he'll either adjust or he won't. I think he'll come out looking good, at least." "I doubt that's a comfort." "Maybe not right now, but I think in the long run it might be. I know I'd feel worse in that kind of situation if I looked ridiculous on top of everything else." "You think he'll look good?" "James was thin, smallish, and a bit effeminate with long hair; all that gives the girls a lot to work with. I think Jenny's lucky in that respect." Grace looked doubtful, but didn't disagree. We finished our coffees, and chatted some about other things, then went back to check on Jenny. When we got back to the salon, they were waiting for us. They stopped us just inside, then pulled Jenny into view from one of the cubicles. She stood there, clearly embarrassed, but still mustered a little smile at our reaction. "Wow," I said quietly, eyes wide. Grace said nothing; her mouth had just dropped open. They had done her nails in a pale pinkish color. After giving her a facial, they had applied her makeup meticulously. Her hair was just above shoulder length, and loosely curled. The color was a darkish red, with some darker highlights. The total effect was pretty amazing, "Just, wow," I said again. Sandra grinned. "I'm a genius," she said. "You are." "The curl is a perm. The color is Henna Red, and we did some darker highlights to make it look a bit more natural. It shouldn't be too hard for her to fix herself, but she'll have to come in regularly for maintenance. Probably once a week, or her roots might start to show." "She'll be here," I promised. I realized then that I was actually thinking of 'Jenny' as a girl. The makeover had made a huge difference, and I think Jenny would've passed as female at a casual glance. She probably wouldn't stand up to a really detailed look—yet. In a couple months that might be different, too. "You really do look good, Jenny," I said. The compliment left her looking conflicted. I'm sure part of her liked hearing it, but she was probably still upset about the cause. "Tell them thank you for doing such a wonderful job." "Thank you," Jenny muttered sullenly. "She really does look amazing," Grace said, causing big smiles among Sandra and her crew. I paid the bill, then I collected my slaves and we left. I drove us home. It was getting late, and we still hadn't eaten. Plus, I wanted to show them off to Ben. "Leave your stuff for now," I told them as we arrived. Once we were inside I said, "Lose the pants and shoes, and leave the rest." Once they had done that, I attached their leashes and led them deeper into the house. I found Ben in a lounge reading a paper. I stopped in the doorway, making sure Jenny and Grace stopped past the door so they couldn't be seen from inside. I cleared my throat to get Ben's attention. "Ben, darling," I said when he looked up. "You remember my sister Grace?" I asked, tugging her leash and pulling her into view. He smiled, and gave her a quick look over. His eyes settled on her breasts, which were clearly defined by the thin shirt she had on. "Nice haircut," he said while smirking, eyes never leaving her chest. Grace flushed a little, but remained posed. "And this," I said tugging on the other leash, "is Jenny. Do make her feel welcome, she's a little skittish." Jenny walked into the room and Ben's jaw dropped. "I can't believe it's the same person," he said. "Jenny-girl, give him a spin," I said, giving her ass a light slap, "let him see the whole package." She gave a yip as my hand stuck her cheeks, bared by the thong, but she did it. She turned around slowly, and then turned back again to avoid her leash becoming tangled. Ben was obviously interested, and his scrutiny seemed to be making Jenny nervous. "When's dinner?" I asked Ben. "Soon." "Good," I said. I walked over to a chair, pulling Grace and Jenny with me. "Sit," I told them as I took a seat. Jenny glanced around for a chair, but Grace realized my intent. She lowered herself gracefully to the floor, pulling Jenny down with her. Ben and I sat there, talking about our day and other idle talk. We ignored the subject of the two slaves sitting at my feet, and didn't include them in our conversation. After a bit one of the maids, Laura, called us to dinner and we all went to the dinning room. I led Jenny and Grace each to their seats and removed their leash. Soon dinner was served. I don't think either of them realized they lacked full place settings until the food arrived. Neither of them had any utensils. Grace was about to ask, I think, then her plate was brought out. The food had been pre-cut into small, bite-size slivers. Grace looked at me, then at the plate of food, then back at me. I gave her a smile, and she rolled her eyes and started eating with her fingers. Jenny glowered a little, but did the same. Dinner was mostly silent; there was a great deal of tension in the room. Ben and I, of course, felt anticipation. Jenny and Grace both looked nervous to varying degrees. I think Grace felt anticipation as well, but I don't know if Jenny felt anything except wariness. I found myself eating slowly, just to draw things out and keep the tension going. Then finally we were all done. "Ready?" Ben asked me. I nodded and we stood up to leave. "Come," I ordered the two slaves, snapping my fingers imperiously. We headed to the master bedroom, which is really a suite of rooms. There's a sitting room when you first enter, then a large bedroom complete with its own smaller sitting area, there's a master bath, walk-in closets, and both Ben and I have private rooms with their own beds. It was Ben's private room that we went to. It's a pretty plain room, with a small office setup, large tv with attendant gadgets, a sofa, loveseat, and bed. Ben sat on the end of the bed, and I drew Grace and Jenny in near to him. "Well," I asked them, "are you ready to earn your keep?" After a moment's hesitation, they both nodded yes nervously. I stepped up close behind Grace and whispered softly in her ear, "You'll get to participate, but this is your husband's moment. Just watch, and enjoy, till you're called upon." She gave me a quizzical look, but I ignored it. I wrapped my arms around Grace from behind, and rested my chin on her shoulder. With our bodies this close, I could feel her tension; her body was practically vibrating. I looked at Jenny from over Grace's and said, "Kneel." She dropped down to her knees with her attention still focused on me. The next bit was a shock to both of them. "Now, Jenny, open his pants." I felt Grace's body jerk with startlement, and Jenny just looked at me aghast. "Now, Jenny," I said. "Don't make me repeat myself." She reached out, then, and started fumbling Ben's belt and zipper open. While she did that Ben unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled it and his undershirt off. Ben was 34, a little lean but very fit and tanned. He looked good sitting there shirtless, and I could feel Grace shifting slightly in interest. I chuckled slightly, and felt her cheek heat up against mine when she knew I had caught her looking. "Take off the pants next," I told Jenny, "and that includes the boxers." Ben boosted up slightly, and pushed the pants down over his butt. He left the rest to Jenny, though. She leaned close, grabbed the waistband, and started to pull them down. She got them about halfway down his thighs, then Ben's cock sprung free from his pants, and popped up. Because of the way she was bent forward, it bounced against Jenny's nose. She gasped and fell back on her butt. She looked sheepish, and we all got a little laugh—even Grace. Leaning forward again, Jenny pulled Ben's pants the rest of the way down and off. "Grab it, hold it in your hand," I told her next. Jenny reached out and took hold of Ben's dick. "Good girl, now lean forward and give it a kiss." She looked at me, pleading with her eyes. "That's right, Jenny," I told her, "you lost your manhood, so give Ben's a really big kiss." What are Sisters for? Ch. 01 Slowly, and looking a little queasy, she did it; Jenny bent close and placed a wet kiss on the crown of Ben's cock. She wanted to pull away, but Ben put a hand behind her head and held her in place. He looked at me, and I nodded. "Do it," I told him, "fuck her mouth." He held her head in place with his hands then pushed forward with his hips—sliding himself into her mouth. Jenny let out a whimpering moan as her mouth was violated. Grace and I looked on, and I heard a sharp intake of her breath while it happened. "Do you like that?" I asked, whispering in her ear. Her head moved in a tiny nod. "You like watching your husband sucking dick, while dressed as a girl?" She nodded again, more quickly this time. "Show me how much you like it," I said. Moving one of my hands from around her waist, I took her hand and guided it to her panties. She looked at me from the corner of her eye while still trying to stay focused on the action in front of us. "Show me," I said again, gliding my hand over hers. Understanding, she started to move her hand, masturbating through her panties. "That's it," I said, "but gently, slowly. That's it, just enough to enjoy the show more; you're still far from being allowed to come." Meanwhile, Jenny was still fellating my husband. Ben held her head in both of his hands, and was moving it forward and back over his shaft. Jenny still looked wide-eyed, but wasn't struggling, and was applying suction. "Gracie, how big is your husband?" I asked in a normal tone of voice. "About six inches." "Hmm, Ben's got that beat by two. So, think this is the first time Jenny's been up close and personal with a big dick?" I watched Jenny flush in embarrassment at our words, and Ben smiled and pulled her deeper. "Or maybe not, she seems to be getting used to it awfully fast..." Grace's body squirmed in my arms. Writhing against me, her heart rate picked up and her breathing quickened. "You really like it, don't you? You're really getting off on having a cock-sucking husband." Grace gasped and I felt her body spasm back against me. I think she'd have fallen if I wasn't holding her. "Dirty slut, you just came!" Jenny, her mouth still full of dick, stared at Grace in disbelief. Ben gave an appreciative chuckle as he watched her reaction, too. Grace turned her head away from them, refusing to meet their eyes. Her cheeks burned in shame, and her hand quit moving. "Don't worry, Gracie, part of her is enjoying it, too. Look," I said pointing at Jenny, "see that bulge in her panties? Her little girl-cock is hard! Someone's gotten all excited from giving a blowjob." Grace was back to watching the show again, but now Jenny had her eyes tightly closed. She had other things to concentrate on, anyway, as Ben increased the pace. Ben started moving her head, and mouth, faster. At first Jenny struggled with the pace, but soon adjusted. After a couple of minutes, Ben released her head and Jenny continued the pace on her own. Jenny was now moving without direction. Her pace varied slightly, but she kept going. And, judging by the small moans and groans Ben was emitting, she wasn't doing a bad job. While Grace and I watched, Jenny continued to pleasure Ben with her mouth. I could tell Ben was getting close. "Soon you'll be getting your prize, Jenny," I warned her. "Don't lose a drop." It wasn't long after that when Ben grabbed her head again. He pulled Jenny down against him and gave a deep groan as his hips spasm. Jenny had the look of a trapped animal as Ben came in her mouth. After a couple minutes he released her and fell back on the bed. Jenny pulled her mouth from him with a small slurping sound. She sat up, looking around a little wildly. "Oh, no," I told her, "you swallow." And, eyes still wild, she did; her throat gulped, and her face mad a grimace, but she swallowed. After, she sat panting, trying to regain her breath. I left Grace by herself and walked over to Jenny. "That's it, that's a good little cock-sucker," I said stroking her cheek. She turned to me and gave me an angry look. "Now, none of that," I said. "Your decisions put you here; you're at least as responsible as me. Besides, don't pretend you didn't get excited, we can all see the evidence—your little girl-cock is tenting your panties." She flushed and turned away, but I took her chin and turned her back to face me. "Don't hate me because having a cock in your mouth got you all worked up. The truth now, part of you was enjoying that, weren't you?" "Yes," Jenny said in a small voice. "That's a good girl. Don't worry, dear, you'll find plenty of ways to enjoy yourself here. From now on, you're to do whatever Ben tells you, just as if I told you, understand? If our orders conflict, you obey me, but otherwise you do anything he tells you, got it?" "Yes." "Now, get up on the bed, on your hands and knees." She crawled up and knelt there, waiting for whatever came next. "You know," I said stroking her butt, then giving it a little slap, "maybe I'm not turning you into a girl—maybe I'm just making the outside match the inside." I left Jenny there, confused and trembling. I went and fetched Grace, bringing her close to where Jenny knelt. Ben got up and joined us, so all three of us where gathered around behind Jenny. I stepped back behind Grace and wrapped my arms around her again. "Pull down her panties," I told Grace. "Just the back, pull them down past her butt and leave them there." She grabbed the back of Jenny's thong and pulled it down. Jenny lowered her front half, hiding her face in her arms. I took a bottle of lube and handed it to Grace. "You know what comes next, and you get to help. Get them ready." Grace poured some of the lube between Jenny's cheeks and worked it in along the crack. After pouring more into her hand, she started stroking Ben's cock, slicking the entire length. "That's good," I said, "he's going to take your husband, so make sure he's nice and slippery. Jenny's going to get fucked, and you're going to help." Ben moved onto the bed behind Jenny, with Grace's hand still stroking. "Jenny, reach back and spread your cheeks." Reaching back left her with no support in front, and her face pressed into the bed. She pulled her butt open, and her position raised it up like a lewd offer. I stopped for a moment to enjoy the tableau in front of me. My brother made into a girl, kneeling on the bed with her face down and ass up, my husband knelt behind her ready to fuck her, and my sister was stroking my husband's dick, getting it ready. The stage was set. "Now Grace," I said, "you're going to help Ben take her, you're going to help him take your husband's ass. Aim him at the hole, and guide him in—it's time for Jenny to become a woman." Grace did as I told her; she took Ben's cock and positioned the head against Jenny's puckered opening. She held it steady as Ben thrust forward, driving the first couple inches into Jenny's ass. Jenny let out a high-pitched yelp followed by a piteous moan as she was penetrated. "Very good, Jenny, that sounded very feminine!" I said, mocking her pain. Ben continued to push forward, driving himself deeper and deeper. Occasionally he would pull back slightly before thrusting forward again. Jenny continued to groan and grunt as her penetration progressed. Soon Grace's hand was pressed between their two bodies, and with another thrust Ben closed the gap enough that Grace had to pull her hand away. With a last, long push, Ben drove in the rest of the way. His belly now rested against Jenny's upturned buttocks; he was completely inside of her. Stopping there for a moment, he took a small breather before continuing. Jenny lay panting and gasping, and her eyes glistened with tears. Yet, the tell-tale bulge in her panties was still present. Grace stood watching, seemingly transfixed. "You really like that, don't you?" I asked. Grace nodded and I continued, "Tell me, tell me what you like." "I like seeing my husband, Jenny, get fucked," she said finally. "I like seeing it." She paused, thoughtfully, and then she said, "She looks good with a cock in her ass." "Well, I wouldn't worry—something tells me you'll get to see it again." Grace flashed a quick grin at those words, and Jenny let out another groan. Apparently deciding he had waited long enough, Ben went into motion again. He started with long, slow strokes. He'd pull almost all the way out, and then slowly push himself back in. After several minutes of that, he began to quicken the pace. "The action's really starting now," I said to Grace, "go give them a bit more lube." Grace took the bottle and poured some more down the valley between Jenny's cheeks. Rubbing it in between strokes she tried to spread it around. "That's enough, now just watch." She stepped back a little, to where she could better take in the whole view. Ben was thrusting hard now and faster all the time. Jenny was getting well and truly fucked. Ben's hands were gripping her hips, pulling her back to meet each thrust. Their bodies came together in loud slaps, and you could hear the each stroke squelch wetly in the lubricant. Jenny was still moaning, but the look on her face wasn't one of pain—I think she had gotten used to it. Continuing to thrust, Ben dropped his hands from her hips but Jenny continued to meet each surge of his hips with her own. Just like when she had given the blowjob Jenny was now moving on her own. Jenny moved her hands, no longer holding herself open. She used them to support herself, to give herself more leverage to rock back in time to Ben's rhythm. Not being held anymore, Jenny's butt rippled with every impact as Ben bottomed out in her. He watched the ripple for a few strokes, then as he pulled back he slapped her ass. Jenny gave a loud groan at the stroke, and her face collapsed back against the bed. Her arms stretched out in front of her, and her fingers clawed at the bedding. Ben spanked her again, and again Jenny let out a loud groan. But this time, she went limp, her body shuddering. I saw the bulge in the thong twitching, then liquid seeping through it. "Look at that," I said to Grace, "Jenny just came! The dirty girl, she just messed her panties." Grace didn't answer; I think she was too aroused for words. And Jenny was in her own world, just writhing and moaning as Ben continued to use her. If he cared that she had come, Ben didn't show it. He kept thrusting into Jenny's vulnerable backside, seeking his own relief. It wasn't long in coming, either. Ben was soon breathing erratically, and stroking even more quickly. He reached down and curled an arm beneath Jenny's chest, and hauled her up. He held her body tight against his, and then his hips bucked as he drove deep inside her one final time and he groaned with his own release. He kept grinding hard against her as he came. Jenny, just coming down from her own orgasm, experienced another new sensation as Ben flooded her bowels. Finally, he was finished and let Jenny drop and even collapsed on top of her. Jenny looked at us wide-eyed and slightly squished from beneath Ben's larger body. I gave her a smile, but took Grace's hand. "Come along, Grace," I told her, "they'll be awhile recovering, let's give them some alone-time." And then I led her from the room. --- "Have you figured it out?" I asked Grace as I led her through the main bedroom to my private room. "Jenny is Ben's, so...I'm yours?" "Bright girl." "But, why?" "Why what?" I asked as we entered my room. My room isn't stylish. But, it's luxurious and comfortable. The carpet is plush, with extra-thick padding, so that the floor always comfortable. The furniture is soft, over-stuffed, and welcoming. And it's all upholstered in sensuous leathers and cloth. I have a large canopy bed with velvet curtains. "Why...I don't know, why do you switch genders?" "Well, we both are normally pretty dominant, and neither of us likes to play the sub all that much." I guided us over to a cozy leather loveseat and we sat down facing each other. "So we discussed various options, and our preferences and desires. It took awhile, but we found the right setup for us. "We wanted to find a solution that'd leave us both happy, and keep us from being jealous of each other. Ben doesn't mind if I have a fling with a guy, really, but he doesn't want anything serious between me and another man. He's a typical guy, though, and likes the idea of me with girls, so doesn't care what I do with them. This works out for us because I like girls." "What do you mean?" "I'm bi, I guess. But I much prefer women." "What about Ben?" "What about him?" "Well, he's a guy." "You noticed!" I smiled as Grace blushed slightly, then I went on, "I love Ben. I enjoy being with him. But, physically, I'd say my attraction towards him was kind of lukewarm. I love Ben," I said sliding a hand over her bare thigh, "but I like girls. "But that's me. Just like Ben didn't want me to have a real relationship with another man, I didn't want him with some other women at his beck and call. However, it wouldn't be fair if I had my playmates and he had none. Ben's got a thing for trannies though, and I don't have a problem with that. It all works out." "Doesn't he mind you with the, uh, trannies?" "No, as far as he's concerned they're girls. Besides, it doesn't come up all that much. I prefer actual girls. So," I said leaning closer to her, "now you know your situation, do we have a problem?" "You and me, you mean?" "Yes." "It's wrong..." "Probably," I smiled, "but that wasn't my question." "I don't think so." "Good," I said. Lashing my hand out quickly, I seized her hair. I jerked her head back and heard her gasp. I pushed her back against the arm of the love seat and used my grip in her hair to arch her backwards. I moved forward on my knees until I was astride her waist. I looked down into her eyes and said, "Yes, very good." Then I kissed her. I kissed her hard, and forced my tongue into her mouth. Grace was too startled to react at first, but then she relaxed. Her muscles loosened, and she surrendered herself to my grip. And, she started to kiss me back. She slid her tongue along mine, responding to my movements but making none on of her own. Having thoroughly explored her mouth, I leaned back and sat up. "Get on the floor," I told her. I was still on top of her, so she had to work herself free. I watched interestedly as she shimmied her way out from between my thighs and slid to the carpet. She knelt there before me with the slightest curve of a smile on her face. I turned so that I was facing her and sat back down, stretching my legs out to either side of her. "Take off my boots and pants." She pulled the boots off one at a time, followed by my socks. Then reached up and unzipped the leather pants and shucked them off. "The leather made me all sweaty, lick me clean," I ordered. Grace looked a little surprised, but took my right foot in her hand, lifted it up, and slid her tongue between my toes. I loved the sensation, I loved watching her do it, and I loved that it was my sister doing it. Pulling off my shirt, I tossed it aside leaving me naked. I leaned back as Grace continued to lap the sweat from my skin. She had finished with the foot and was working her way up from my ankle using long, soft strokes of her tongue—it was divine. She had to move up and lean forward over my legs as she progressed up past my knees. I felt the ends of her hair trailing over my sensitized skin. Soon Grace was licking my upper thighs, and looked about to venture between my legs. "Don't forget the other leg," I said, and she moved back and started over with my left leg. I reveled in the gentle point of pressure that was her tongue. It wasn't long before she was around my upper thighs again. I reached down and stopped her, and pushed her back. She looked a little confused, but I kept pushing her back until she was lying on her back. I moved down then and straddled Grace's face. Looking down into her eyes I said, "I sweated here, too," and lowered my cunt to her mouth. Grace's tongue darted out tentatively, barely making contact before jerking back. Then, when the world didn't end, she slid it back out and started licking. She didn't really have any technique, but I figured that was ok—I'd teach her. I directed where I wanted her to lick by moving my hips, and presenting new areas to her tongue. Mostly I was just letting her explore, for now. It felt good, but wasn't likely to accomplish anything. It wasn't long before she seemed to relax, and grow a bit more adventurous. That's when I started directing her in earnest. I'd move my hips, reach down and move her head, tell her to go faster, or slower. Then I gave her another surprise. I slide forward and shifted my weight slightly. Suddenly, Grace's tongue was sliding over my anus. She froze beneath me. "Don't stop now," I admonished her. Gulping audibly, she complied. I felt her tongue slide back between my cheeks and begin to wiggle about. "Harder, deeper," I said. And, she did it. Her tongue was now burrowing up as far as she could reach. Every single bit of sibling torment growing up was suddenly so very worth it; my older sister's tongue was in my ass. "Oh, such a naughty, dirty girl," I said with a loud moan. I enjoyed her tongue lapping between my buns for a few minutes then I moved back. I shifted until she could concentrate on my clit. I wanted to come, and I was done waiting. Grinding into her face, I rode her while she sucked and licked. I could see her eyes from between my breasts, and I stared down into them. I locked eyes with her as I came against her face and in her mouth. I fell forward onto my hands as the spasms rode through my body, and through it all Grace's tongue continued to slurp at my sex. I gasped for her to go slower. I took a couple deep breaths then I gradually eased myself off her. Grace looked a sexy mess. Her hair was mussed, her cheeks flushed, and face was smeared with my juices. Her lips, chin, part of her cheeks, and even the tip of her nose all glistened wetly. I bent down and gave her another kiss; Grace kissed me back with enthusiasm. "Up on the bed," I told her. She lay across the center in an unconscious pose. Going over to her, I roughly pulled her out of her clothes. I stripped off the shirt and the cute little panties she was wearing, but I left the socks. Then I went over to a small cabinet and pulled out a towel. I gave myself a quick once-over with the towel and tossed it aside. "You did that well," I said to Grace. "Was it your first time?" "Yes." "Well, I can't wait to see how good you get with regular practice," I said, teasing her. I pulled a couple more items from a drawer inside the same cabinet and moved back to the bed. "Did you enjoy it?" I asked as sat on the bed and started pulling on a pair of black stockings. Grace was watching me curiously, but didn't comment. "Yes, I think so. It was very different, and new, but I liked it." "Good." I fastened a garter belt around my wasted and clipped the stockings to it. I moved back to the cabinet. I pulled out a strap-on and harness, and started buckling it on. "How often did you and James have sex?" "A couple times a month, I guess." "That's it?" "We used to do it more, but then we just...stopped." "Didn't that leave you pretty horny?" "At first, I was really frustrated. Then I guess I got used to it, and would just take care of myself." "Do that a lot?" "Probably," Grace said with a pretty little blush. "Did James satisfy you?" I asked while tightening the last straps. "Not really, I guess. He'd make me come, most of the time, but I don't think I was really satisfied."