Hey everyone. You all voted and here’s Part 2 of My Sister Eve. I hope you enjoy. Please let me know what you think. All Characters involved in sex are over the age of 18. This material is copyright protected.
I wake up as the morning light falls through the cracks of the blinds. The feeling of Eve’s hot breath against the back of my neck sends tingles down my spine. Her warm embrace gives me shelter and makes me feel safe, although her sleeping python pressed up between my cheeks gives me an entirely different feeling.
I turn over and see her beautiful sleeping face, so peaceful. I’ve never been this happy before in all my life. I know this is wrong. To be sleeping with the woman who played a pivotal role in bringing me into this world, but how can something so wrong feel so right? I don’t care what everyone else thinks, this can’t be wrong. I refuse to believe that.
Her eyes flutter open and a smile appears. “Good morning, baby.”
“Good morning, Eve!” She wraps her arms around me and pulls me in tight. Her lips press against mine and it feels like all the stars align.
“God I love you so much, my little beautiful girl,” she says with an illuminous grin.
“Aww, I love you too!” I purr.
“Hey, I have something I need to talk to you about. My friend back in Santa Barbara is getting married this weekend. I know this is kind of short notice and we don’t have to go, but if you would like, I would love to have you be my plus 1,” she says.
“I would love to go,” I say.
“Great! That means we can go shopping for dresses!” Eve says, pulling me into another kiss. Her hands roam down my back as she grabs a handful of my butt. Her sleeping python stirs in its slumber. “I haven’t been back to Santa Barbara in such a long time, you’ll have to show me around. I’m sure things have changed.”
“I would love to, but honestly, I spent most of my time in my room back then. Hey, would it be possible to see my friend Zita while we’re there?” I ask.
“Of course, I would love to meet her, maybe you could introduce us?” she asks.
“Yeah, I can do that! She’s transgender too,” I say.
“I can’t wait to meet her,” she says with a huge smile as she nuzzles her nose against mine.
“What is your friend like?” I ask.
“She is an amazing person. She was in my support group. She helped me out when I needed it most,” she says.
“I can’t wait to meet her as well,” I say.
“You’ll love her,” she says. “Well, if we’re going to go, we should get out of bed and get moving. There’s a lot we have to do. I have to get a plane ticket for you and we have to go shopping for dresses.”
We both get out of bed and I follow Eve into the kitchen where she gets coffee. “Can I have some?” I ask.
“Sure. Although, once you start drinking it, it’s hard to quit,” she says, as she makes us both a cup with the Keurig. “So what should we eat for breakfast?”
“I don’t know, but I’m hungry,” I sigh as my tummy rumbles.
She laughs, pulling me into a hug. “God, I love you.”
She then makes us pancakes. I take a sip of coffee and nearly spit it out. “This is gross.”
She giggles. “Here, try adding some creamer,” she says, taking my cup and adding some white liquid in it before handing it back.
I reluctantly take another taste. “Wow, that’s much better.”
“Cookies and cream,” she smiles.
After we eat breakfast, we take a shower then,Eve helps me with my makeup. “Today we’re going to get laser hair removal as well.”
After she does my makeup, I put on a pair of white thigh highs, my favorite pink panties, and a beautiful flower pattern dress. “Wow, you are so adorable, I could just gobble your right up” Eve says.
“Aww thanks,” I blush, twirling in front of her.
“Remind me when we get back to set an appointment with Dr. Kasmire to get you started on HRT.”
“HRT?” I ask.
“Hormone Replacement Therapy,” she smiles.
“Will that turn me into a woman?” I ask.
“It’s definitely one of the first steps,” she says.
I get a little hot and bothered at the thought. “Now come, let’s go shopping!” she smiles.
Eve and I get into her car and head out to town. “By the way, I bought our tickets.”
“Awesome,” I say.
We arrive at Chantel’s store and head inside. “Oooh, my two favorite customers. What brings you into my lovely store?”
“Well, Shay and I are going to a wedding in California and we’re in need of something to wear,” Eve says.
“Well you came to the right place, obviously,” Chantel says with a bit of a smirk.
Chantel grabs my hand and then drags me around the store. “This would look so cute on you,” she says grabbing a dress and piling into my arms. “Oh and this one!”
Here we go again, I smile. By the time we’re finished picking out dresses, I’m buried in them. This time, instead of heading to the dressing room, she pulls me into the backroom. “No need for privacy, right?”
I look up at her and then at Eve who followed us back. “Go ahead, babe. Try them on. “
I strip out of my clothes and try on the first dress, a pink with white polka dot dress that came down to my knees. I do a twirl in front of them. My face heats up as I feel the cool airbrush up against my panty-clad bottom.
“That looks adorable, but not really a wedding dress. We’ll take it nonetheless,” Eve says. “Try the next one on, babe.”
I take off the dress and hand it to Eve before trying on a dark blue dress that clung to my body. It’s super tight. “Sexy for sure, but definitely not wedding material. We’ll still take it. Next one.”
I try on 15 different dresses, none of them wedding material, but then I put on a white dress with pink flowers all over it. It goes down to the middle of my thigh. It felt so comfortable. Almost as if I was wearing nothing.
“Perfect! That’s the one,” Eve says.
“I agree,” Chantel says.
“Really?” I ask.
“Yes, darling. You look absolutely gorgeous in that dress,” Eve says.
My cheeks bloom like a flower garden in April. “Now take that off and let me pay for it. Oh, and will you be a dear and give Chantel a tip?”
“A tip? I… I don’t have any money,” I say.
“Oh you cute little thing, she didn’t mean with money,” Chantel says with a devilish grin as she walks up and helps me out of the dress.
“Oh.” I strain to understand their meaning before it hits me like a bag of bricks, making my eyes go wide. “Ooooh.”
My face heats up like a hot oven on Thanksgiving. Chantel hands the dresses to Eve before she hikes up her skirt and pulls aside her panties to let her big black cock flop out. Without a second thought, I drop to my knees and lick my lips.
I open my mouth as she takes a step closer and runs her hand through my hair. The tip of her dick slips between my lips and I get to work, doing my best to earn my dresses. A moan drips out from Chantel as I twirl my tongue around the tip of her dick. I wrap my dainty hand around the thick mass of her shaft and start to stroke it as I tighten my lips around the head of her cock and start sucking. “Fuck, she’s becoming quite the cocksucker.”
My cheeks catch fire as I begin to bob my head up and down on her big fat shaft.
“She’s had plenty of practice,” Eve laughs as I take my other hand and start to massage Chantel’s massive balls.
“Fuck, Eve… You’re the luckiest woman alive,” Chantel moans as she pulls my head down on her cock while she pushes her hips forward. The tip reaches the back of my throat. It takes all of my focus not to gag and instead swallow. Her big fat dick pops down into my throat, clogging my windpipe.
The lack of air doesn’t stop me from my duties as I gobble down all of her dick. My nose meets the skin of her pelvis. “Jesus, she’s such a gem.”
She starts to thrust her dick in and out of my throat. I get snippets of air as she pulls out before diving it back down. My grip upon her hips is the only thing keeping me from collapsing. “Oooh god, what dirty little cocksucker,” Chantel moans. “I’m… Fuck! I’m going to cum.”
Before I can brace myself, her cock explodes down my throat and straight into my stomach. She holds me there, filling my tummy up with her thick creamy milk. She pulls out, but not before giving me a taste of her sweet nectar. I savor it, swirling it around with my tongue before swallowing it all. “Ooh fuck, I need to get me a girl like her. Do you have any friends?” she asks.
“Only one, but she’s not really like me at all,” I say.
“That’s a shame,” Chantel says, hiking down her skirt.
After I get dressed and clean myself up, Eve pays for the dresses and gives Chantel a kiss goodbye. Chantel gives me a pat on the ass and a good firm squeeze before we part ways.
We head to a place to get our body hair lasered away. The whole experience was pretty weird. This lady Eve knows puts some kind of numbing cream before she used this weird gun looking thing all over my body. It kind of stung a little bit. When we finished, we left for home.
“Our flight leaves tomorrow,” Eve says as we get home. We spend the rest of the night packing.
I send Zita a text, telling her I’m going to be in Santa Barbara.
—
In the morning we get ready to leave. I put on a cute dress from yesterday. I can’t believe I’m so nervous. I’ll be going back home as a girl for the first time. I hope I don’t run into Brett or any of his friends. The last thing I want is them laughing at me. But, I can’t wait to see Zita. I wonder what she’ll think of me now?
After I put my makeup on and fix up my hair, I head out to see Eve all ready to go. “All set?” she asks.
I nod.
Landing in Santa Barbara
We touch down in Santa Barbara later that afternoon. It feels strange to be back here. I left a boy and I came back as a girl. Funny how things run full circle like that. As we grab our luggage and Eve rents a car, we then run to the hotel and get checked in. It’s a nice hotel across the road to a gorgeous beach.
Our room is huge. It’s got a living room, kitchen, our own bedroom, and a bath to die for. Eve sets her luggage down and opens the shades, letting the light of the bright sun-filled California day pour in. “It’s so nice to get out of the snow,” she says.
“We came a little early, the Wedding isn’t until Saturday, but I figured we can use a little extra time to soak in the sun,” Eve says.
“When will I get to meet your friend?” I ask.
“Nina? We’re going to grab dinner with her tonight actually,” Eve says. “If you want, you can invite Zita.”
“Yeah, I’m sure she’d love to come,” I say. I pull out my phone and text Zita. It doesn’t take long for her to reply. She said yes.
“Great, I can’t wait,” Eve says.
As the evening arrived, Eve and I head out to Zita’s house. The part of Santa Barbara she lives in is rather shabby. Her house hangs in a neighborhood that is full of shady people. As we approach her place, her yard is almost like a junkyard collecting the trash of the neighborhood. Everything from old bicycle tires to car doors and more. Eve is a little hesitant as she pulls into the driveway. Zita wastes no time in walking out as soon as we arrive. She’s got in a feisty plaid red skirt with torn up black tights and combat boots. Her ripped white shirt is held up by suspenders. She has cut her hair! It’s short now. I get out and rush into her arms. She’s a head taller than me.
“You cut your hair! I like it,” I say.
“Thank You…. you look different,” she says.
“Do you like it?” I ask.
“Of course. You look beautiful,” she says. Her words paint my cheeks rosy red.
“Thanks!” I say. We hop into the back of Eve’s car.
“Zita, this is Eve who I told you about,” I say.
“It’s nice to meet you, Eve,” she says.
“You too, I love your ink,” Eve says.
“Did you get a new tattoo?” I ask.
“Yeah, I just added this one,” Zita says as she pulls up her sleeve to show me the face of a beautiful girl with skull makeup and fiery red hair.
“I love it!” I say.
“Thanks,” she smiles.
Eve pulls out and takes off to the place we’re eating dinner. “So Zita, Shay has told me so much about you and how close you two were.”
“Oh… Well, we were kind of the outsiders at school so we had to stick together,” Zita says.
“I appreciate you taking care of her,” Eve says.
“I just wish she didn’t have to move,” she says.
“I’m sorry about that,” Eve says. “I know how tough it can be to lose your friends.”
“Yeah, you’re right. And I’m happy for you,” Zita says to me. “Santa Barbara High can be pretty harsh.”
“Well I’m glad Shay had you as a friend,” Eve says.
“Maybe you can come visit us out in Michigan,” I say.
“I would love that,” Zita says.
“Well, we’re here,” Eve says as we pull up to a little Mexican restaurant and Eve puts the car in park. “Ready to meet my friend?”
“Yes!” I say.
We all get out and head in. As we walk in Eve finds her friend already sitting down at the table. She’s beautiful. Dark brown hair with deep hazel eyes. She’s got curves in all the right places. “Nina! God, it’s been forever,” Eve says.
“I know. I’ve missed you so much, Eve,” Nina says as they both pull each other into a tight hug.
Once they break apart, Eve turns to us. “I’d like you to meet Shay and her friend Zita.”
“Shay, Zita, this one of my closest friends Nina,” Eve says.
“It’s nice to meet the both of you,” Nina says, pulling us both into a hug.
“You too!” I squeak out.
“Same,” Zita says.
Nina sits back down and Eve squishes into her as they both sit in the same booth. Zita and I sit down across from them. “So, tell me all about this boy of yours,” Eve says.
“Oh my god, Roy is a dream come true. He pulled me out of a dark place and I’ve never felt so loved,” she says.
“Oh my god, I’m so happy for you,” Eve says, placing her hand on Nina’s.
“Thank you so much, it means a lot,” Nina says. “By the way, I’m having my bachelorette party later this week, I want you to come.”
“I would love to! But… I can’t leave Shay here all by herself…” Eve says.
“I’ll hang out with her,” Zita says.
“Yeah, we can have a sleepover like old times!” I say.
“There you go, now you’re free to come,” Nina says.
“It’s settled then!” Eve says with excitement dripping from her voice. “Will all the girls from back in the day be there?”
“Of course. It’ll probably get pretty lewd, so prepare yourself,” Nina laughs.
“Great…” Eve says.
“I just wish you two were old enough to come. You’d have so much fun,” Nina says to the both of us. “Sadly, even though being 18 is a milestone, you have to be 21 to get into most of the clubs.”
“It’s fine, there’s plenty we can do,” Zita says.
“Oh, I have no doubt,” Eve says.
—
As Eve goes out to the Bachelorette party, Zita comes over to the hotel. As we sit on the bed, she takes my hands in hers. “So? Are you going to tell me about all this?” she asks as her eyes travel up and down me.
“I’ve been meaning to tell you… I’m sorry it came as such a surprise,” I say.
“No need to apologize, I’m happy for you. Honestly, I could’ve called it,” she says as she brushes a string of her short dark brown hair out of her face. Zita’s got the kind of face that just draws you in. She’s always calm and composed. She’s got the eyes that can just cut into your soul.
“Living with Eve has really opened my eyes. I just know deep down that this is who I am supposed to be,” I say.
“I know how you feel,” Zita says. We both laugh.
“If I tell you a secret, will you promise not to tell anyone?” I ask.
“Of course,” she says.
“I’m in love with Eve. She loves me too. We’re together. I mean, obviously, we’re not public about it, but we love each other so deeply,” I say.
Her eyes narrow. “Are you saying, you’re having a romantic relationship with your sister?” she asks.
“Not quite… She’s not really my sister,” I admit. I don’t know why I’m telling her all this. If word got out, we could get into so much trouble. But it’s Zita. I trust her with my life.
“Say, what?” she asks, shock clear in both her voice and face.
“She’s actually my biological mother… Well… She and my other biological mother named Shauna had me… It’s really complicated. Please. Don’t judge me. I know what it looks like. I just… We have these feelings for each other and it’s unlike anything I have ever felt,” I say.
She places her hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry, Shay. You’re my best friend in the entire world. Your secret is safe with me and I’m never going to judge you. It’s just, I care about you and I don’t want to see you get hurt. Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes, more than anything. She taught me what love is. I want to be with her for the rest of my life. I know it’s wrong. I know we shouldn’t, but I don’t care. It feels right to me,” I admit.
“Then I support you 100%,” she says. “Besides, I am in no place to judge.”
I leap into her arms and she holds me tight. “God, Shey, I’ve missed you so much.”
She breaks down in tears. “Is everything okay?”
“No… Not really. Life here is just. It’s unbearable. I miss you. And I’m not sure how much more I can take,” she says as tears fall from her eyes like rain from the sky. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Zita cry before. She’s always been the strong one. I’m the one who cries on her shoulder.
“Talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong,” I say.
“My foster parents. I hate them. And then there are the kids at school. Taylor and Crystal make my life a living hell. And Brett Marshall. He’s such a fucking asshole. Every day that goes by I just wish it all would end. Ever since you left, I have no one. I hate it here.”
“Oh my god, I knew things were bad, I… I’m so sorry,” I say, holding her close.
“It’s okay… It’s not your fault. I’m sorry for laying all this on you…” she cries.
“You don’t have to be sorry, I’m your friend. That’s what friends are for. There must be something I can do. Can you apply for different foster care parents?” I ask.
“No… The foster care people won’t listen to me. I mean. I get it, these are my 5th foster care family. They’ve labeled me as some kind of troubled teen. I’m not quite old enough to go out on my own. I also don’t have any money. God, this is definitely not how I imagined our reunion would go,” she says.
“Don’t worry about it. Let’s talk to Eve, she’ll know what to do,” I say.
“No… This is my problem, I need to take care of it,” she says.
I rub her arm. “I’m not letting you deal with this alone,” I say.
“Shay, seriously, it’s okay. I only have a month before I turn 18 and I can just leave. I just have to save up some money from my job and I’ll be gone.”
“You should come to Michigan and stay with us!” I say with excitement.
“Yeah, maybe,” she says.
The rest of the night, I laid in Zita’s lap as we streamed mystery thrillers. She ran her hands through my hair and I couldn’t help but stare up into those comforting eyes of hers. Eventually, Eve stumbled in, drunk enough to fail a breathalyzer. “Aww, yous twos looks adoorable.”
Zita helps me get Eve in bed. Eve gets a little handsy which makes me blush.
“I should go,” Zita says.
“No, stay the night with us,” I say.
“Yesh, stay wit uus,” Eve says through half-lidded eyes. “Lets haave soome fun togetherr.”
“Please… Someone’s got to help me with her,” I say, begging her with praying hands.
“Okay, fine,” she says.
Once we get Eve situated in bed, Zita and I climb into the bed as well. Eve pulls me into her arms and spoons me, grinding her half slumbering snake against my ass. I look up at Zita with cheeks on fire and she only smiles as she lays next to us. “You two are cute together.”
“Thanks,” I say.
I take her hand in mine and lay like that until at some point we fall asleep.
The Next Day
I open my eyes to find Zita snuggly asleep. I roll over to find Eve not in the bed with us. I climb out of bed and that’s when I hear the sound of Eve throwing up in the bathroom. I rush inside to see her in a mess on the floor. “I’m never drinking again,” she groans.
“Awww, let me help you,” I say, grabbing a hand towel and getting it wet before I place it against her forehead. She leans into me as I sit down next to her. She’s sweating profusely. “Have you taken any Tylenol or anything?”
“Yep… And then I threw it up,” she says.
“Awww, I feel so bad,” I say, leaning up and leaving a kiss on her cheek.
“Don’t feel bad, this illness is self-inflicted,” she groans before diving to the toilet and heaving up what’s left in her stomach. I hold her hair out of the way.
“How was the bachelorette party?” I ask.
“It was fun,” she says as she leans back against the bathtub. “We drank too much, danced on tables. I got to see a lot of my old friends. They’re doing well. They’ve really come a long way since I was last here. It was good.”
“I’m happy for you and your friends,” I say.
“I’ll have to introduce you to them at the wedding,” she smiles, then her face curls up with disgust as she rushes back to the toilet and dry heaves. Once again, I pull her hair out of her face. As she finishes puking up the last of the bile, I rush over and get her a drink of water. “Thank you, Shay. You’re amazing.”
When Eve finally recovers from her hangover she takes Zita and me out for breakfast. We head to this amazing pancake place where they stuff the pancakes. It’s practically a pie for breakfast.
After we order and get our food, two old people walk up to us. “Masen?”
Eve looks up and her eyes spread open in horror. “Roger? Carol? What are you two doing here? And it’s Eve now.”
“We moved back last spring. I’m surprised you’re here,” Carol says with a bit of venom in her tone.
“I’m here for a wedding and then I’ll be leaving back to Michigan,” Eve says.
The old woman looks over at me and her eyes nearly well up in tears. “Shauna? It couldn’t be. You look so much like her.”
“Roger, Carol, this is Shay. Shay meet Shauna’s parents. Roger and Carol Pennington. They’re your grandparents.”
“That’s preposterous. Shay had a baby boy, not a girl,” Roger says.
“Shay may have been born a boy, but she was never meant to be one,” Eve says.
“This is absurd. I can’t allow this to continue to go on. You’ve brainwashed our grandchild with your… sick ideology. This needs to stop now,” Carol says.
“It was bad enough when our daughter ran off with you. Now you’ve taken our grandson and turned him into a freak,” Roger says.
“Excuse me? I can take all your insults, but say one bad thing about Shay and you’ve crossed the line,” Eve says. “You have no idea how much pain you’ve caused Shauna. She spent many nights in tears because of you. I will not let you do the same to Shay. Because of your hate, you’ll be lucky if Shay ever wants to speak to you. Not only have you lost a daughter, but now you’re about to lose a granddaughter.”
“Not if the courts have anything to say about this,” Carol says haughtily. “Come on Roger. Let’s speak to our lawyers.”
With that, they storm out. We finish breakfast in silence. “Well, I should probably get to school,” Zita says.
“We can drop you off,” Eve says.
“Thanks,” Zita says. We drive out to the Santa Barbara High School to drop off Zita. I get out to say goodbye, not knowing if we’ll get to hang out again before we head back.
Zita pulls me into a hug. “Thanks, I really needed this.”
“Of course, but please, I wish you’d come to live with us in Michigan,” I say.
“I wish I could,” Zita says.
“Promise me you’ll take care of yourself?” I ask.
“Of course, you too,” she says.
We stay wrapped in each other’s arms for a moment longer before Zita pulls away and heads inside. I get back into Eve’s car and she takes off. As we get back to the hotel room, Eve breaks down crying.
I pull her into a hug. “I’m so sorry, Shay…”
“It’s okay,” I say. “We don’t need them.”
“No, they’re right… I’m such a terrible person. I’m sleeping with my own child… God…” Eve sobs.
“How can something that feels so right be wrong?” I ask, bringing my hands to her cheeks as I raise her gaze to meet mine. “You love me and I love you. How can that be wrong?”
“Why do I feel like I’m committing a crime by being with you?” she asks, her voice hitching.
“What if we move? Move far away and change our names. No one will know we’re related,” I say.
“I don’t know,” Eve sighs.
“I’ve never felt more loved and more accepted until I moved in with you. I love you and you love me. What’s so wrong with that?” I ask.
“Shay, you are the most important person to me. You’re everything to me. I don’t want to lose you. If someone finds out about us, they’ll not only take you away from me, I’ll go to jail,” she says, holding my face.
“I… I may have told Zita about us, but she won’t tell anyone. I promise. Eve, let’s move to a different country. Anything! I don’t want to lose you,” I say.
“Baby, I don’t want to lose you either,” she says, pulling me into her arms. “But you have to keep this relationship between the two of us. You have to talk to Zita about this. She can’t tell anyone.’
“She won’t. Zita has been my only friend. I know her. She’ll never tell. I promise,” I say.
“Okay… At the wedding, we have to maintain the secret. That means, we’ll have to act like a normal mother and daughter. Okay?” she asks.
“Yes, I can do that. It’ll be hard. I want to dance with you,” I say.
“I know, sweetie. Just be patient,” she says, kissing me.
The Day of the Wedding
I wake up on the day of the wedding in bed alone. I find Eve frantically moving about the room as she gets ready for the event. “Morning Shay. We’ve got a busy day, time to get up. We’ve got to get our hair done in about an hour.”
“Should I shower before or after?” I ask.
“If you’re going to take a shower, do so now,” Eve says from the bathroom.
I slide out of bed as I stumble to the bathroom. I find Eve plucking her eyebrows. “Do you need to take a shower?” I ask.
“Yeah, but I can wait.”
“Would you like to take one together?” I ask.
She looks up at me in the mirror. I can see the conflict in her eyes. Our conversation from the other day is still fresh in my mind. “Not at the moment. Go ahead.”
I let out a sigh and turn on the water. As it gets hot enough, I hop in and waste no time cleaning up. I just wish we could be free to love who we love. Once I finish, Eve and I put on some casual clothes before heading out to the salon.
“Eve, is that you?” A woman with bright red hair asks as we walk in.
“Sabrina! Oh my god! I knew I’d find you here,” Eve says. “Come here and give your girl some love.”
The two women embrace. “Now have a seat, you’ve come at the right time.”
Sabrina takes a look at me. “So, who’s your friend?”
“Sabrina, meet Shay,” Eve says.
“Oh my god, this is Shay?” Sabrina says.
“Yes,” Eve says.
“I knew she looked familiar. My god, she looks just like Shauna,” Sabrina says.
“I know…” Eve says.
“Aw, I’m sorry girl. I know how hard it was losing her,” she says. “Now let’s get you two looking fresh. Then I’ve got to start working on myself. It’s almost time for Nina’s wedding,” Sabrina says.
“So, have you met her fiance?” Eve asks.
“Roy? Yes, he’s a classic gentleman,” Sabrina says as she starts working on Eve’s hair.
“I’m glad, she deserves a good man in her life after all she’s been through,” Eve says.
“I know. That girl just attracts tragedies,” Sabrina says.
“Now, I was thinking of doing some curls in the front to give this beautiful brown hair a more elegant look. What do you think?” Sabrina asks.
“I think that’d be wonderful,” she says.
“Great!” she says, getting to work as the two of them gossip.
Next, it’s my turn. As I sit in the chair while Sabrina runs her hands through my short blonde hair. “It’s not too short, I could easily do a sweet and simple bob. It’d look amazing with this golden blonde hair.”
“Yes, I agree,” Eve says.
I nod as Sabrina gets to work. By the time she’s done, my hair looks beautiful the way it comes down to the left of my face. “Amazing work Sabrina, like always.”
“Thanks, babe,” Sabrina says. After Eve pays, we head to the nail salon and get our nails done before heading back to the hotel room.
Eve helps me with my dress and my makeup. Once I’m all ready, I look into the mirror and see a beautiful girl and it takes my breath away. I try hard not to cry. It’s hard to believe that’s me, but at the same time, it feels so right. Deep down I always knew something didn’t feel right about the body I was given. It just didn’t match who I was deep down inside. But the person I see in the mirror… That’s the person I always dreamed of being.
Once Eve is ready, we head out. Luckily the wedding is taking place in the same resort, so we don’t have far to go. As Eve and I walk outside and cross the road to the beach restaurant and event place where the wedding will be at, I can’t help but take in Eve’s beauty.
Eve’s light blue dress that comes down to the middle of her thigh is absolutely gorgeous. It wraps around her curves perfectly. The way it barely manages to cover her bubble butt makes me quiver in heat.
We arrive at the wedding and a woman escorts us to our seats. The wedding itself looks out onto the ocean on a giant balcony. It’s beautiful. And the weather couldn’t be any more perfect. Not a cloud in the sky. Although, I take that back. I wish it wasn’t so hot. The person who I can only assume is Roy is standing at the altar with a pastor. He’s handsome, that’s for sure. Tall, broad shoulders and a great smile. However, he’s wearing what looks like a blue assassin’s tunic. Like a cosplay from Aratheon.
As the chairs start to fill up, eventually the wedding begins. As the music begins, the bridesmaids and groomsmen make their way down the aisle, all wearing similar cosplay outfits as the Groom. Finally, the audience all stand up as the bride makes her way down the aisle. She’s got on a green cloak, with a leaf green tunic that comes down to the middle of her thigh. Knee-high boots with metal shin guards. Her cloak has a hood much like the grooms. She’s also got a quiver and a cool looking elven blade. A wicked-looking bow to top it all off. She’s even got elven ears to pull her outfit together.
That is super cool! I can’t believe the bride and groom are Aratheon fans! This is awesome. As she reaches the Groom and takes her spot up at the altar, the pastor begins the service. We all sit down as he talks about the Bride and Groom and their journey together. It’s not long after where they present the rings and say I do.
“You may now kiss the bride,” the pastor says to the groom. He takes Nina and pulls her into his arms as their lips meet in a hot sizzling kiss. The crowd cheers as they all stand to their feet.
The groom grabs the bride by the waist and they rush down the aisle as the crowd throws confetti and flower petals into the air. The bridesmaids and grooms follow behind them. Soon they release us out and we greet the wedding party. Eve and Nina embrace in a warm hug as Eve congratulates her. I shake the groom’s hand before hugging Nina as well. Her maid of honor is a voluptuous redhead with a big bosom. And she also has a tall black woman and a short Asian woman as her other bridesmaids. Eve hugs them all as if they were best friends.
Once we finally escape the wedding ceremony, we head back to the hotel room. “That was simply breathtaking,” Eve sighs, wiping away the tears from her eyes.
“Yeah, it was beautiful,” I agree.
She slips her hand in mine as we make our way into the hotel. My heart beats a little faster. I can’t help but think about what my “grandparents” said. Their words cut like a steak knife. “What time does the reception start?”
“We have about an hour before we have to be there,” she says as we reach our room.
Once inside I look up at her. “Eve?”
She looks down at me. “Yes, dear?”
“Am I a freak?” I ask.
Her eyes widen, taken over by pain. “Oh god no! You are beautiful. Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise. If Shauna’s parents can’t accept you for who you are then they don’t deserve to be in your life.”
“Can you tell me more about Shauna?” I ask.
“Of course,” she says. “Shauna… God, she was amazing. She loved fully with all her heart. She never judged and tried to understand people. She was kind and caring. God, you remind me so much of her. It’s remarkable how much alike you two are.”
“Really?” I ask.
“Of course,” she smiles.
“I wish I could meet her,” I say.
“Oh dear, I wish you could too,” she says.
She leans down and pulls me into her arms. I feel so warm in her embrace. All my fears and doubts just seem to fade away. “You are perfect, Shay. Never doubt that. If Shauna were here, she would be so proud of who you are.”
I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight as tears threaten to breakthrough. “Thank you, Eve. I love you so much.”
She pulls back and looks into my eyes. I take a deep breath as her lips touch mine. All the weight that holds me down fades away as her lips set me free. For once, I don’t feel all alone. With Eve, I feel loved. When we break apart, I look up at her beautiful face. “Eve, will you marry me?”
She laughs. “I’d love to, but unfortunately the law will not allow that.”
“What if we move?” I ask. “There must be a country where we can be together.”
“Maybe, but what about our friends and the life we have here?” she asks.
“We can always come back to visit,” I say.
“We can talk about it, for now, let’s just enjoy the day,” she says.
“Okay,” I say.
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The Reception
As time rolls by, I follow Eve to the reception. At the moment it’s just a cocktail party with drinks and horderves. I’m first in line to try every little snack I can put on my plate. I’m starving. They’ve got a huge spread with everything you can think of. Shrimp, bread with dip, meat rolls, fruit platters. I cram it all on my plate.
“Hungry?” a tall black woman who was one of the bridesmaids asks. I smile and nod.
“Me too,” she smiles. “You are a small drink of champagne. Have we met before?”
I shake my head no.
“That’s a shame,” she says.
“Ivy, I see you’ve met, Shay,” Eve says as she walks up.
“This is Shay?” she asks. “I knew she looked familiar. She’s a spitting image of Shauna.”
“Yep,” Eve says. “Shay, I’d like you to meet Ivy. She along with Nina, Ruby, and Serenity were the ones who were in my trans support group.”
“Oh, it’s nice to meet you,” I say, holding out my hand.
“Nice to meet you too, sugar. Eve never mentioned how absolutely scrumptious you are. God, nothing like a little white girl to make my little girl stiff.”
“Now, now, Ivy. She’s not an open buffet,” Eve says, wrapping her arm around me.
“Please tell me you’re not going to keep her all locked down,” Ivy asks.
“She’s still so sweet and innocent, I don’t want you corrupting her,” Eve says.
“Aww, fine. I’m sure there’s another white girl I can tame,” Ivy huffs. “It was certainly nice to meet you, Shay.”
With that, she stalks off. “You dodged a bullet there. Ivy would’ve eaten you up and turned you into her total submissive,” Eve whispers in my ear, my eyes go wide at the thought.
As everyone enters, the bride and groom finally arrive. It’s not long after everyone starts smacking their knives against their glasses when the bride and groom go in for a kiss. And shortly after that dinner is served. There’s so much food. More food than I have ever seen in my entire life. They have prime rib, lobster, mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, asparagus, steaming hot dinner rolls, and so much more.
As everyone lines up and gets a dish, we finally get ours. I eat as much as I can before I feel like I’m about to pass out from a food coma. The clinging of metal against glass takes over the room and once again the groom and bride kiss.
People start clearing some of the tables and open up the dance floor. Then the Bride and Groom walk out as the DJ calls them forward. A classic Shania Twain song plays over the speakers as Roy takes Nina into his arms and they slowly dance together. It’s so romantic the way they stare into each other’s eyes. I can truly feel the love between them. He leans in so slowly and kisses her. Then she rests her head against his chest as they dance through the song. Eventually, everyone else starts to join them.
Soon, they’re bringing out the Cake and the Bride and Groom head over to cut it. Roy wraps his arms around Nina and takes her hand in his as he guides the knife to cut into the cake. Once they have it cut, they each grab a slice and they feed each other cake which ends in a huge mess as they playfully shove the slices into each other’s face. Then they go in for a sloppy kiss before heading out to clean up. It’s not long after the cake is served.
Eve and I head up for cake as they dish them out. Chocolate is my favorite. Eve gets vanilla for herself. After the cake is devoured, the dancing continues. People storm the dance floor as the DJ plays their song. Eve pulls me out onto the dance floor and I awkwardly shake what I have.
Eventually, the chicken song comes on and everyone gathers around in a circle and starts clucking and flapping their arms like a chicken. Then we’re putting our left foot in and our left foot out before we start taking 1 step this time and crisscrossing. We dance into the night as the songs go on and on.
Eventually, Eve and I, all sweaty, get worn out. They play a slow song and we both look up at each other. We both want to dance with each other, but we both know we can’t. Eve takes my hand and I follow her out of the reception. We head down the halls and eventually end up back at our room. She pulls out her phone as she dims the lights and plays a slow song. White Flag by The Blades, my favorite band.
“May I have this dance?” she asks, holding out her hand. I nod as the heat flushes to my cheeks. I take her hand in mine and she pulls me into her arms. We move to the slow beat of the song and rock back and forth as the music takes over. I look up into her eyes and she has such a genuine smile. One of gratitude and filled with love. “I love you so much, Shay.”
“I love you too, Eve,” I say.
She leans down and kisses me. I return her love. Soon our dance has turned into a complete makeout session as her hand reaches back and unzips the back. I let the dress fall revealing my panty-clad body to her. She turns around and lifts her hair up, presenting her own zipper. I gently tug it down and her dress falls to the floor. Showing me her butt wrapped tightly in lace underwear. Her thumbs slip under them as she tugs them down, revealing all of herself to me.
She turns around with her cock waking up to his full height. She pulls me to the bed before pulling down my own panties. Soon we’re on the bed, with our bodies pressed against one another. Our lips dance upon each other’s. Our breath intermingles. The touch of her hands roaming my body sets tingles to my skin.
She rolls on top of me and kisses me deeply as she reaches over and grabs a bottle of lube. I spread my legs and give her access to my sweet little rosebud. She smothers it in the cold liquid, burying her fingers inside me. I bite my lip as I become putty in her hands. Soon she pulls her fingers out and lathers her cock up before pressing it against my little starfish. My eyes roll into the back of my head as her cock spreads me wide open.
She buries her thick member inside me with a little discomfort. Her lips press against mine. I feel her breasts against my chest. I wrap my hands around her neck and my legs bind around her waist as she slowly starts to rock her hips into me.
Her cock slowly buries itself inside me before pulling out, each time my body becomes overwhelmed with pleasure. As if someone casted a stone into my lake, sending ripples across my body. Each ripple reverberates the pleasure of her cock inside me. I moan out with every thrust. My own little dick is rock hard.
I just want this moment to continue forever. Being filled by her is my only desire. I’m hers forevermore. We pant and gasp as our bodies join in one. Where she ends, I begin. Then in the dark of the night, she fills me with her cock as she looks into my eyes. “I’m going to cum, baby.”
“Me too, mama,” I gasp. “Fill me with your love.”
She moans out as her hot spud shoots inside me. It’s so warm, it makes me melt into the bed. My own little dick gives way and squirts all over our bodies. She continues to milk her cock deep inside me as I get lost in our climax. She collapses on top of me as her arms wrap underneath me. “I love you so much, Shay.”
“I love you too,” I whisper. She kisses me and I kiss her back. She pulls out of me and wraps me in arms, nuzzling her nose against my neck. I hold onto her as my orgasm finally subsides.
She holds me close as the night takes us both.
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