Sisters Share Ch. 02

Sisters Share: Part Two

Welcome back, how ya been? Charlotte here again. Been thinking a lot about how my life has gone. Not in a bad way, no, I realize how that sounds. No, more just in a generally introspective way? And the conclusion I've come to? My life, abso-fucking-lutely rocks. I...where do I begin? I work as my dream career; professional photographer, both of models and locale, I'm a literal sister wife to my childhood best friend and my sister, and I finally feel like...well, me.

Diving through the memories of the last few years has left me wanting to record them, at least my point of view of them. I already told you all how I reconnected with my sister, and told her all about my super humanly endowed fiance - at the time. She went on a bit of a...well I think places like Alcoholics Anonymous call it 'a bender'. Not alcohol, of course, no...sex. She went a bit wild.

Tori's always been a bit...repressed. She had problems connecting to people, only had a few friends growing up, and she doesn't really talk to them. Hasn't for years. Dating hadn't been going well for her either, she was on like four or five apps and nothing. Tori's a good looking woman, standing about five foot four, fit - like not stick thin, but not thick either, she exercises so she has some muscle - with nice c cup tits. Long blonde hair, she honestly looks fantastic. In person.

Tori cannot take a good photo of herself to save her life. Somehow in every one, she looks like she's about to sneeze, or like she's nauseous, even like she's about to fall over from exhaustion. I don't get it, I've given her tips on positioning, lighting, facial expressions, everything, but some how, every single time, it's just the worst selfie of all time. I found that out on the...I think it was the third or fourth visit since our reconnection. To catch you up; each visit, we'd talk about the various things in our lives, usually about my fiance's cock, and then I'd end up sending her a pic or two of him and watching her stare at them until I felt uncomfortable enough to change the subject.

It's a weird dynamic, but I got used to it.

Anyways, on that day...

"What do you mean you have no matches? You're a hot blonde...on Tinder..." I asked as Tori twirled said blonde hair in frustration. It's a habit our mother had, and one I was thankful I didn't pick up. Not bad like biting nails or anything, but it always bugged me seeing them do that. No idea why.

"Yeah, I have the typical horny men, most of em sending me some rather...underwhelming dick pics, but no one who wants to you know...date me. I'm fine putting out on the first date, if it's a good first date. Or if he's hot, at least." She whined at me, lounging on her couch. I'd gone there that day just to hang out; aside from work colleagues, I didn't have a large friend group either. Plus Danny was at work so I was bored.

"So you went to Tinder to get wholesome men...or to have sex, if the man is hot...I mean, you know, in order to have a good date, you need to actually...go on a date?"

"Rude, not all of us got our happy ever afters by sucking our roommates dick!"

I raised an eyebrow at her, smirking a little. It wasn't directly what'd happened. There'd been some awkwardness, some back and forth, plus my eventual discovery of myself as Charlotte, rather than Charles. Danny had been supportive, of course, but it hadn't been without it's troubles.

"Now who's rude? Danny and I went out plenty before we were official. Still do, you know. Oh there! Why don't we double date?" I asked, the idea sounding exciting.

"Pfft, with who, Char?"

"Gimme your phone, we'll pick someone! If it's awkward, we'll have a signal, and Danny or I could feign a fight or a family emergency or something, get you out of it. And if it's successful, we can make ourselves scarce and the two of you can...you know." I winked at her, knowing she'd say yes, but only cuz she was horrible at first dates. She either gave too much or not enough, never an in between.

"Come on, Tor, you know you wanna! Hell, I'll even pay for it, my submission to National Geographic went through, and the cheque is...well, it's a pretty penny. I think we can all celebrate!" she sighed at me, and I grinned, knowing I'd hooked her.

"Fine, but please ask Danny to...turn down the girly? I know, I know, he's comfortable with it and the stares and everything, but I don't wanna scare off anyone just cause my sister's fiance looks more girly than both of us combined. Please?" she whined again, stretching her arms towards me, pouting slightly. I sighed; it was a bit of a sticking point with us.

Tori didn't hate Danny or his particular style or anything, but she always felt awkward about it in public. She'd come shopping with us a few times and had always been...nervous, I guess. I asked her once why she was so skittish about Danny and not me, and she told me it was different. I was a girl, mentally, and physically, where as Danny wasn't. He's male, just prefers to dress more femininely. Most people think he is female. And that made her awkward in public.

"Tor, you know that's unfair. We don't ask you to change anything...look, how about I ask him to dress more neutral. Limited make up, hair up in a ponytail or something. ONLY for the first date, ok? I don't want Danny thinking you don't accept him, and if your date has a problem with how Danny looks, then I don't really want them with you anyways, ya know?"

She nodded and sighed a little.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, I know you warned me and everything but...he even sounds like a woman. You sure he...isn't?"

I sighed again, having had this discussion more than a few times. She was convinced that he was secretly a woman, just hadn't wanted to transition and lose his favourite appendage. I'd tried explaining how that just...didn't work like that, but she couldn't get past it.

"Victoria. He's sure, and I'm sure. Danny is girly, but he's not a girl, ok? End of story. Now, give me your phone, let's pick someone before I change my mind." It was a little harsh, but I really was tired of having this discussion.

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry. Here." She handed me the caseless phone and I flipped through the various messages she'd received and...yikes. She'd been right; slim pickings at best.

"Wow, you were not joking...jeeeez. Look, I was never big, when I had the part, but wow. What is that, like two inches? Sad. Why'd you even send that, dude? You think it'd get you a pity fuck or something?"

She snorted and I smiled, our awkward moment over. I flipped over to her profile, thinking she'd put a terrible quote in her bio or something. I saw the problem immediately. First off, her profile pic had more tit than face, which of course made her seem like a quick and easy slut. Second...she looked like she was mid faint. She was leaning all weird, her hand over by her forehead like some old time actress, and her expression looked like she was in intense pain. I laughed; I didn't mean to, she just looked so absolutely ridiculous.

"What? It's not that bad, right? Right?" My older sister sounded so pitiful.

"Bad? Sis, it's without a doubt the worst profile pic I've ever seen. You look like someone tried to make a Marilyn Monroe sex doll with crayons. I...just wow. How did you even do that?"

She blushed so red I thought she'd faint from oxygen loss.

"I don't know...I saw someone with that pose, and she looked so hot, so beautiful and natural and smooth and I wanted that too..."

I patted her hand, and smiled.

"Sis, you know you have someone who does this for a living sitting right here, right? Like I get paid to make people look amazing in photos. Like a lot of money; I have a wait list six months long for my services. I have literally made people's careers from my photography. Why didn't you ask me?"

She blushed again and looked away.

"Tor, what is it? You know I'd love to photo you. I want you to be happy, you know."

She sighed a little.

"It...I...Sis, it's only been a few months since you've come back. I didn't want you to think I was only hanging out with you for your expertise...I didn't want you to think I was using you and...leave me again."

She looked at me, making eye contact so I could see the honesty in them. I looked away. It was true I'd left, but I'd also came back. I knew what she'd meant though.

"Tori...I'd never think that. I'm not going anywhere, you know?"

She nodded, and looked away. I looked around too, seeing the house around her. It was so big, and she was the only one in it. She rented, like most people, and had scored a decent landlord. She paid far less than most, but it was still hard to make ends meet and she was definitely lonely. I had a thought.

"Tor, do...do you want to move in with me and Danny? We have two extra rooms that we don't use, they're just storage right now, and we sound proofed our room, in case we ever decided to rent them. We still wanted to have our...fun, if ya catch my drift." I chuckled lightly and elbowed her gently. She looked up at me, and I thought she was about to cry.

"I...would Danny be ok with that?"

I laughed.

"He won't care. Here, I'll text him."

'Hey gorgeous. You'd be ok if I asked Tor to move in with us?'

And I sent it. Not even ten seconds later, he replied.

'I mean, I kind of assumed you'd ask her at some point. Her house is far too big for just her, ya know? Plus, you two look alike, so having two sexy ladies walking around, ya know I ain't gonna say no!'

I laughed and showed her the text. She paled a little.

"That...you sure that wouldn't be awkward? How are you ok with him saying your sister is hot?" I laughed at her mortification.

"You know we've had threesomes before, right? I know he finds other people attractive, Tor. I don't own him, he's allowed to like other people. So long as he likes me best. Plus, he knows I like other guys too, so it's not like it's a big secret. Just no sleeping with him, without talking to me first." I winked and she blushed again.

"That's a bit off anyways, you'd have to tell your landlord and everything. We'll discuss it later, first things first. Let's go to your backyard, we have a photo session to do. It'll just be on my phone, if you're ok with that. I didn't bring any equipment."

She nodded slowly. I think things were moving a bit fast for her, but I think she liked it at the same time. We went to her backyard - truth be told, the only part of her house I was actually jealous of, huge and bordering on a forest? Dream come true - and we did a small photo shoot. I won't bore you with all the details, but suffice to say that by the end, Tori had a good two dozen well lit and well done shots to pick from. We posted a couple and true to form for Tinder, almost immediately she got several messages, and naturally, three dick pics. To be clear, three seperate lonely men, all within about fifteen minutes of the photos being posted. I felt weirdly disgusted and a little proud that she could pull people so easily. Odd, right?

We found one, named Chad. Of course.

"You think he'll be fine with a double date? He'll be outnumbered..." I just laughed at her. My beautiful older sister, acting like I did in high school.

"He'll be fine, sis. It's not like he's going out with all three of us, he's going out with you and I'm going out with Danny. Together."

"I...ok, fine. But only to a bar or something, I wanna keep it casual." I nodded and messaged the guy on her phone. We set up a date for eight that night, at a bar who's name I've long forgotten.

"Ok...what do I wear?"

"Tor...you know you're a grown ass woman, right? This isn't high school, you can wear pretty much whatever you want to a bar."

"I mean, yeah, but I wanna look good, you know?"

I snorted and pulled up one of the photos we'd just taken.

"You do look good, sis. You look incredible, I mean I wish I had that waistline, those legs...mmm. I'm jealous, ya know."

She blushed, and looked away, but I caught the small smile on her face.

"Oh fine, come on, let's go check your wardrobe."

We went up to her room and I started going through the closet.

"You...you're joking. You're kidding me, right? Sis, look at me. Look. At. Me. Tell me you have nicer date clothes than this? Do these even fit you? They look like they were made for football players!"

She looked down, clearly embarrassed as all hell.

"I don't have a lot of extra money, most of it goes for paying for my dates, some make up. Clothes are expensive you know..."

I smiled and pulled her into a hug.

"Oh sis, sis, sis. You should've called me in sooner. Let's head to my place, I'll set you up. Lucky we're so close in size, I think you can wear all my clothes. Hmm...34C, there abouts?"

She nodded and I smiled. That was my size, according to the doctor who'd given them to me, it was the best size for my body shape. I love sharing things like that with my sister.

"Alright, come on."

"Right now?"

"Were you planning on doing something else?"

"Well, what if Danny comes home?"

"So what if he does? I'm not about to mount him in front of you, perv."

She laughed lightly as we headed down the stairs and put our shoes on.

"Not what I meant. Are you sure he'd be comfortable with me there...wearing your clothes?"

I raised an eyebrow at her, debating on what to say. Finally I gave in and leaned in to whisper, even though we were alone. In her house.

"Tori...Danny thinks you're hot. Like really hot. Like you're on his list, sis."

She blinked. And again.

"I'm...I'm on Danny's list? What does that mean?"

I snorted and we headed to my car.

"You know, his list. Five people he can sleep with, with no consequences. Mind you, this was...three years ago, I think? But you're still on it. Seeing you in our house in my clothes? Trust me, he's gonna be more than fine with it. In fact, I'mma tell him to come home early." I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. He's my fave contact and everything, but I liked the feeling of dialing. Still do actually.

Tori tried to grab it from me as it was ringing, but I leaned away and laughed. He picked up on the third ring.

"Hey Lottie, everything ok with your sis?"

"Yeah babe. I just wanted to ask if you could come home early? We're doing a double date with Tori and some guy named Chad, she's coming over to try on some clothes; her wardrobe is just this side of middle aged teacher. Not even the fun kind of teacher!"

He laughed.

"I mean I think we're finishing up early anyways. Boss man has to go to some meeting, and Leeman is in charge, so no one wants to be here. I think I can probably be home by five?"

"That's perfect, sweetie. Also, just warning, we'll probably have to drain you before we go. I'm planning on slutting her up a bit!"

Tori gasped and Danny laughed. I smiled and started the car, the phone automatically connecting through Bluetooth.

"You're on speaker, babe. You have any suggestions?"

Tori buried her head in her arms and I chuckled.

"Well, you have that one dress I like, the black one with the slit and the plunge?"

I could see Tori's blush even through her arms.

"Too much, babe. Just a bar date."

"Hmm, ok, well then maybe...what's that one...uhhh you know I'm terrible with the names of these things. The black under shirt thing we both like. Tori's got the tits to pull it off."

I laughed so hard I almost crashed into the car in front of me. He wasn't wrong, but Tori looked like she wanted to melt into the chair and cease to exist.

"That's actually a good idea. I'll see you at home?"

"As soon as I can. Love you, babe."

"Love you!"

The moment I hung up, Tori swung an arm out and hit my shoulder. I gasped loudly.

"OW! That's not cool, I'm driving!"

She hit me again and I laughed a little.

"Ok fine, I probably deserved that. But seriously, sis. You need to get out a bit. I worry about you, all alone in that big house. Plus here, you can decide which of the rooms you want, and Danny and I will clear it out, set it up for you. Plus, we're just trying to help."

She sighed.

"I know, but isn't this weird? I mean your fiance has your sister on his free-to-fuck list?! Doesn't that...I don't know, bother you?!"

I shrugged a little.

"I mean it used to. We fought about it a little, well more like small arguments. But we weren't speaking at the time, and when I went through all the surgeries and the counselling and the recoveries...well look at me. I look a lot like you! Close to the same height, same body type, almost the same hair. Obviously our faces are different, but we're related, we've always looked similar. So I learned to think of it like that; Danny has a type, and we both fit it nicely. I look like you; why would it bother me that he likes how you look? Plus, it's not like the list gives him free reign or something. We both have to know about it, and obviously the other person has to agree. Besides, doesn't the thought that you can make that massive pole rise turn you on, just a little?"

I could see from the corner of my eyes that she was blushing. It was true, when we both had first made our lists, including my sister - even though we weren't speaking - had really bothered me. But as the hormone treatments had slowly helped change my physical appearance, and I noticed just how similar we were...well I'd leaned into it a little. Like I said, my sister is hot so I really couldn't blame him for being attracted to her. As long as he's more attracted to me. Things are different now, of course, but a lot has happened since then.

"I...fine. This whole situation is still just a little weird to me, you know?"

I smiled.

"Yeah, I get that. A bit unique, eh?"

We eventually got to my house, and found the exact top Danny had mentioned, and he was right, her tits looked in-fucking-credible in them. I found some nice jeans for her and with a bit of make up, just to enhance those nice cheekbones and full lips, bam, my sister was ready for her date.

Almost on cue, Danny walked in the door, just in time to see my sister heading out of the bathroom. The look he got actually made me a little jealous! I couldn't blame him, of course, but I immediately walked up to him and ran my hands through those gorgeous chocolate brown locks of his. He grinned and pulled me in for a kiss, pressing my body into his. I could feel that beautiful rod of his throbbing against me, and I made sure to press my own tits just a bit harder on to him.

"Welcome home babe! Doesn't she look amazing?!"

He nodded, his eyes tracing her every curve. Tori blushed so hard I swore she was gonna be permanently red.

"T-thanks, I guess."

"Tori, you wanted the room on the left, right? Danny and I are gonna go take a look at it, decide where to put the stuff, ok? We might be a while, ok?" I winked at her and even though I didn't think it possible, she turned even redder. Danny laughed, and pulled me up the stairs with him.

I suppose you all want to know what we did up there, pervs like my sister, right?

Fine, here you go.

First things first, we didn't go to that room. Not right away, no we went to our room first. We have a huge king sized bed there, soundproofing since I like to scream, and an en suite bathroom. The moment the door was closed, Danny shifted.

See, when Danny's not aroused, he's pretty normal. Like just chill and lives life. He loves dressing up with me, loves video games and books, we both play table top games and go for walks. But when he gets aroused? Dominant Danny kicks in, and I live for sex with Dominant Danny.