Trust Machines - Sister Bros 2

If you haven’t read Trust Machines – Sister Bros, you probably won't understand this part without it. If you read part 1 and are still going to read part 2, it continues the same morning where part 1 it ends.

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Beth and Jo entered the Bro Cave before eight in the morning.

“Dibs on the shower,” Beth said.

“No way.”

“I won't be long.”

Jo stripped off her dress and plopped down in her favorite spot on the sofa. “Fine. I need to get to bed not reeking of dick.”

“I do, too.”

Beth got in the hot shower and while she intended to be quick, the hot water felt so good on her skin. Her neck felt stiff from her recent activity. She remembered the shower head had a massage setting. Turning the knob to massage, she aimed it at her neck.

When her neck felt better she remembered another use for the massage setting on the shower head.

Forty minutes later, there was a pounding on the bathroom door. Though the pounding was far less intimidating in Jo’s weaker form. “Hey, you said you'd be quick.”

“Yes, yes.” Beth hadn't intended to shout like that. The massager felt that good. “I mean. Just five minutes.”

Jo sat back down.

When she came out of the bathroom, Beth said, “Use the massager.”

“The massager? It's annoying when it hits your head like that.”

“Not on your head. Down there.”

“Down where?”

Beth pointed until Jo seemed to get it.

Jo's shower lasted almost an hour.

* * *

Around three, they were wearing an odd assortment of men's clothes in the mall.

They went straight to the venn help shop.

“Oh, Lord,” Amanda said when she saw them. When they saw her they waved and rushed towards her. “I see neither of you drowned last night. Who won?”

“It was a tie.”

“We both did.”

“We need clothes.”

“Lots of them.”

“Some really nice ones tonight.”

“Double date.”

“Look at you,” Amanda said. “You want an assortment of venn clothing for a month?”

“We can share.”

“We're identical.”

“My boobs are slightly bigger.”

“Yes, yes, and you're older,” Amanda said. She leaned back and called into the back room, “Stacy?”

“I am older. I left the machine first.”

“Yeah, Mand?” Stacy said. “Hey, are these those guys?”

“We're the BJ….” They started in unison but ended with Jo saying, “Bros,” and Beth saying, “Sisses.”

“It's BJ Bros.”

“We aren't bros at the moment,” Beth said.

“Sisses sounds silly. Heh.”

“Good one.” They high fived. “How about Chicks?”

“BJ Chicks?”

“It fits,” Amanda said.

“What fits?”

“BJ Chick's. Chick's who give head.”

“We're done with that. I've seen enough dicks for at least a month.”

“Only a month?”

“That’s when my dick returns.”

“Where did BJ Chicks get you to giving head?”

“BJ.” Stacy said.

“Brent and Joe.”

“Beth and Jo, no E, now.”

“Right.”

“BJ usually means blowjob.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Of course.”

“Sure.”

“Wait,” Jo said as a synapse snapped. “Do people think BJ Bros is Blowjob Bros?”

“It isn't?” Amanda said. “You two just had a contest.”

“What does that have to do with it?”

“That was our first contest involving blowjobs.”

“First?”

“Only.”

“So, BJ Chicks?”

“What do we do about BJ Bros?”

“We're girls now. Let Brent and Joe figure it out.”

“But, I'm Jo.”

“Joe with an E.”

“Without.”

“You're without. Bro Joe is with.”

“Right.”

“I meant it's Bro Joe's problem.”

“Oh. I get it. Fuck him. What about the Bro Cave?”

“We’ll circle back on that when we aren’t busy.”

“Why are they here?” Stacy said.

“It's almost hypnotic how they talk,” Amanda said. “You up for being a bunch of women's clothing for a month.”

“These two? Listen to that for a month?”

“I'll add a hazard fee.”

“How about Hazard Chicks?”

“Maybe.”

“Sure,” Stacy said. “Maybe I'll zone if I'm split among enough clothes.”

“$475.”

“There have to be two stand out pieces for our dates tonight,” Jo said, paying the fee.

“If you promise dancing, I'll have Amanda throw that in for free,” Stacy said.

“I like dancing.”

“Deal.”

“Let’s get venned.”

Amanda got in one side and Beth in the other for a one month venn. Through the wall, Amanda explained to Beth how to turn her into a clone. When they stepped out, Jo cat called. Amanda was wearing the same style outfit the guys had worn the night before.

“I always wanted a baby sister.”

“I just realized I'm commando now,” Amanda said.

“You know, Amanda,” Jo said. “We could call Alejandro and arrange a third guy for our date.”

“I'm going to regret this,” Amanda said under her breath. She added, “Where did you two get dates?”

“We went a club last night. Beth had no plan.”

“I had a plan.”

“You started in an alley outside the club. I found a big table in back with a bunch of guys….” Several storytelling minutes later, “... and in the morning, Alejandro and Renaldo found us in the diner just after six.”

“And I insisted they take us on a double date.”

“I concede that was smart.”

“Well? They're picking us up at eight.”

“We could change that if needed.”

“Sure. Alejandro sounded nice.”

“Hey, with Amanda we could be the JAB Chicks.”

“I prefer that to BJ Chicks,” Amanda said.

“And I would get top letter for once.”

“We'll talk about it in a month.”

“I'll call him.” Jo made the call. “Hey, Alejandro. It's Jo.

“What?

”No, we aren't canceling. We have another JAB Chick looking for a good time. Could you get someone like Dominick or Marco to join us tonight?

“Yes, I know it’s short notice.” Jo muted her phone. “He's going to check,” she said to the other triplets.

“Ruiz? He's a bit blunt.”

“I can deal with blunt. He was the guy who fucked your face?”

“You were paying attention to the story?”

“It didn't suck.”

“We did.” After they high fived, Beth raised a hand to Amanda who returned the high five request. “I knew you liked us. Last chance, Amanda.”

“I’ll go.”

“Sounds like Ruiz is acceptable,” Jo said to Alejandro. “We also need dancing, tonight. But a different club. We aren't repeating last night.

“Right. Meet the three of you at the Edsel at eight.”

She hung up.

“This is how you’re going to get over breaking up with David?” Stacy said. Stacy was carrying a couple empty shopping bags for the clothes.

“We didn’t break up. We’re just taking a break.”

“Does David know that?” Stacy said. “He stopped coming to the store.”

“He’s giving me space, like I asked him to.”

“I didn’t know you were seeing someone,” Jo said.

“No, no, I’m not. We’re on a break.”

“Are you sure?” Beth said.

“Are you?” Stacy said.

“Yes,” Amanda said. “Let's go, Stacy.”

“Oh, we need makeup, too.”

“Why not?” Stacy said, getting into one side of the machine.

Amanda stepped out a few minutes later. Beth and Jo retrieved the bags from the other chamber.

* * *

Alejandro and Renaldo glanced back and forth among the three identical women approaching the three men. “How can you tell?”

“The two we met last night have the new dresses on,” Ruiz said. “The new girl is wearing last night’s style.” As the women stopped in front of the men, he took Amanda’s hand and kissed it. “You must be Amanda. Pleased to meet you. I’m Ruiz.”

“You’re on your best behavior, I see.”

“Whatever these ladies said about me, it’s probably all true. Still, you came so I couldn’t have sounded too bad.”

As they spoke, Jo latched her arm onto Alejandro’s and Beth sidled up to Renaldo.

“Let’s do some dancing,” Jo said. “Woo.”

“I’ll claim a booth and we’ll meet you on the floor,” Ruiz said. He offered an elbow to Amanda and she accepted it. Ruiz led her to the bar and they got a couple drinks before finding a booth. “You aren’t like the other two, are you?” he said.

“We established that.”

“No, I’m not referring to you being a women when not venned. I mean you have a brain.”

“Glad you noticed.”

“How did you get mixed up with those two?”

“I work at the Venn Shoppe in the mall on eighth street.”

“Oh. The boys and I have you to thank for creating those two and now you as well?”

“I suppose.”

“What kinds of things happen at the venn shoppe?”

“Usually boring things. Taller, thinner, younger, blond, tan, bigger boobs, bigger butts, gender flips. Sometimes fun stuff. Extra limbs, no limbs, extra other parts, animals, animal hybrids, inanimate things, clothing transformations, androids, robots and stuff. And then, there are the nut jobs.”

“Like those two.”

“Those two are even rare among the nut jobs. Why would anyone have a blowjob contest?”

“Have to admit. I enjoyed my part in that.”

“Of course, you did. They have a certain intensity. Just look at them dancing. They’re trying to outdo one another and ignoring your friends.”

“I should confess. I agreed to be here originally because I figured you’d be an easy lay.”

“And you’re admitting this?”

“Knowing you now, I’m willing to work for it. You deserve no less.”

“Cocky bastard, aren’t you?”

“Just laying my cards on the table.”

“I’m at least a three of a kind.”

“And I’m straight.”

She laughed. “Well played.”

“Frankly, winning or losing isn’t the point. The point is to play the game with you.”

“So, you’ve already won?”

“Just getting started,” he said, finishing his drink. “Shall we dance?”

She downed her drink. “Let’s.”

* * *

Jo and Beth were in the bathroom. “How’s it going with Alejandro?”

“He’s very sweet. If I didn’t know better, I’d believe he was a virgin,” Jo said.

“He might be.”

“Oh?”

“Renaldo was saying he isn’t as experienced as the other guys.”

“I did have to ask him last night if he wanted a blow job.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it was kind of weird. He’s been going to the club with these guys for a couple years.”

“Well, be gentle if you take his cherry.”

“Guys have cherries?”

“It’s an expression,” Beth said, putting her lip gloss away. “I’m going to convince Renaldo it’s time to leave. Don’t take too long with Alejandro.”

“We’ve only been here – oh,” Jo said, looking at her phone. “It’s been over four hours. I suppose we should get going too.”

When they returned to the booth, the three men and Amanda were laughing. Alejandro and Renaldo quickly stood up when they saw Jo and Beth heading their way.

“Slide on in, ladies,” Renaldo said.

“Actually, we were thinking about finding someplace quieter to talk,” Beth said.

“And other things,” Jo said, hooking Alejandro’s arm with her own.

“You are so easy,” her roommate said. “Is it okay if we leave you here, Amanda?”

“She’ll be fine,” Ruiz said.

“It’s okay, girls,” Amanda said.

The four of them left.

“Actually finding some place quieter sounds like a good idea,” she added.

“You don’t mean your place or mine.”

“No.”

“I know a coffee house not far from here if you’re willing to walk a few blocks.”

“Coffee house?”

“Grinds its own beans and everything. Not a chain store.”

“Open now? Sure. Let’s go.”

The cafe was on the second floor of a building with a nationwide chain tax preparation store below it. After walking up the narrow staircase, they arrived in what could have been a large living room with various sofas, chairs, and secluded nooks.

“Ruiz, mi hermoso sobrino, who is this lovely lady?” Said a woman in her late fifties.

“Tia, this is Amanda. Amanda, this is my Aunt Duena.”

“Pleasure to meet you.”

“Please sit, sit. I’ll get you a cup of my finest blend.”

“Just her?”

“You get the regular pot.” She said as she disappeared through a doorway.

“You brought me to see your aunt?”

“It is the best coffee house in the city. You’ll see. She just happens to own it.”

“I feel overdressed. This place is so cozy.”

“It’s fine.”

“Here you go,” Duena said, placing a cup and saucer in front of Amanda. “What’s a nice girl like you doing with this reprobate?”

“Fair,” he said.

“That’s a long story,” Amanda said.

“She will enjoy all aspects of the story as I understand it,” he said. Amanda raised an eyebrow and Ruiz just nodded, “All aspects.”

Amanda told her how she met the BJ Bros and how she ended up on a date with them and ultimately Ruiz.

* * *

Upon arriving at Beth’s and Jo’s apartment, Beth dragged Renaldo into her bedroom without saying a word.

“Lovely place you have here,” he said.

“I have a lovely place I’d like you take more than a look at.” She took off her top.

“I can do that.” She tried to pull him onto the bed but he spun her around and pushed her against the wall with a thump.

Their mouths met; their tongues explored. She tried to push him back toward the bed. He stood firm, “We have all night. I want to explore every part of you before I go back for seconds.”

“Oh, when you put it like that...”

* * *

Alejandro and Jo gawked a moment at how fast Beth and Renaldo disappeared into Beth’s room.

“I thought we’d all talk on the sofa for a few minutes first,” Jo said. “You want to go into my room?”

“I’m fine with just sitting down and talking,” Alejandro said.

“Um, sure, talking it is. But, we should do that in my room as I suspect they might be a distraction in there.” To emphasize her point, the wall shook as a loud bump was heard from it.

“I see your point.” As they entered Jo’s room, he said. “It’s neater than I expected.”

“Brett, I mean, Beth is the slob,” she sat down on the bed and crossed her legs. She patted the bed next to her and he took a seat there. “So, talk?”

“Yes, what do you do for a living that you can spend time like... this?”

“Did my mother send you?”

“I don’t believe I’ve met your mother.”

“No, I suppose you haven’t. She’s always complaining I should do something with my life. I have a trust fund that vests when I turn thirty. I’ve been doing odd jobs here and there and living off her kindness until that day arrives.”

“Then I guess you’re between jobs?”

“Well, we were planning to quit out current jobs. Warehouse work. It was decent money but far too backbreaking. I suppose we should have quit formally. We just didn’t show up to work this morning. I knew I was forgetting something.”

“You mentioned your mother. Does she know how you look now?”

“No. She would die. Oh, man, I have to go visit her. Maybe Thursday. I think her Thursday schedule is the most open. I’ll probably forget. Remind me I need to see my mother.”

“I wouldn’t want to cause a rift between you and your mother.”

“There’s a gaping chasm between us. It’s fine. Frankly, if I brought you and looked like this, she might start wedding preparations.”

“Wedding?”

“No, no. We aren’t getting married. As much fun as that might be, I don’t think I’m ready to settle down. I do want kids. Not sure I want to be their mother, though. What do you do for a living?”

“I’m a driver, limos, buses, occasionally a taxi. I have to work tomorrow... Wait, it’s after midnight. I have to work tonight. I’m taking a couple to a political rally in a stretch limo. I’ve never understood why you need a huge limo to go to a political anything. But, the money’s always good.”

“I bet you have to dress up nice for that. I’d love to see you dressed up.”

“Really?”

“Sure. You’re very handsome and handsome men is suits or uniforms are even more attractive.”

“Aren’t you a guy?”

“Yes. And as Joe, I wouldn’t give you a second glance. But, right here, right now. You are hot.”

“I’m sure I’d find this presentation of you far more attractive than how you look as Joe.”

“I am a babe. Joe’s a stud, too. Maybe if we hit it off, we turn you into Alejandra and go on a date.”

“You would have to convince me that you really like me.”

She loosened his tie and pulled it off him. She handed it to him. “I’ve always wanted to have my hands tied behind me with a man’s tie as he ravished me.”

“Always?”

“Well, since Saturday night at least.”

“I’ve had a related desire where I’m the ravisher,” he said as he pressed his lips against hers while pulling her arms behind her. “Hey, are those handcuffs on the headboard?”

“I suppose the tie itself isn’t as important as the ravishing in my dream. Keys are in the top drawer to my right.”

* * *

Stacy was disappointed when the ladies stopped dancing. Still, they had done as they promised. If Stacy were human, she would have sighed as she felt a part of her that was warm – warm because they were being worn – fluttering to the floor. That always felt nice, kind of breezy. She could tell whoever had been wearing that part of her was about to have sex. Shortly, another warm part of her was torn apart and dropped to the floor. This caused her to shudder, as much as clothing can shudder. She wondered which of the three women were getting their clothes torn off. Some of the clothing still clung to the woman and she could feel the woman getting warmer.

* * *

“You’ll have to have Alejandro bring the other ladies here, Ruiz.”

“I’d love for you to meet Beth and Jo,” he said.

Amanda gave him a curious glance.

He said, “If anyone can keep up with their wordplay, it’s my Tia.”

“Now, I want to meet them even more.”

“Imagine there were two Tia Che Ches.”

“Oh, my. You must be joking.”

“Not this time.”

“Well, then I really want to meet them. Should I feel sorry for Alejandro? I can’t imagine him on a date with someone like Mercedes.”

“I think Jo likes that he’s shy.”

“You remembered which of them liked Alejandro?”

“The three of you may be venned as identical. But, you all stand and move differently. Jo is probably a bit more reserved than Beth. Frankly, if you told me Jo only pretends to be so stupid, I could believe that.”

“I’ll take your word on that.”

“And of the three of you, you move like a woman. Although the other two are doing a better job of that today than they did during the contest.”

“When I was of dating age, I always loved when a man told me I move like a woman,” Aunt Duena joked.

“Fair,” laughed Ruiz. “And you could still be dating. You probably have to fend guys off with a stick.”

“Bah, guys my age want a servant, not a lover.”

“Young men are no different now,” Amanda said.

“I resemble that remark,” Ruiz said. “The trick is finding the woman who finds me worth serving.”

“Any luck with that?” his aunt said.

“I’ll let you know if Amanda wants to see me again.”

“Your overconfidence is astounding.”

“And sexy?”

“That remains to be seen.”

“I need to close up,” Duena said. She switched off an ‘open’ sign in the window. “You two were the only traffic tonight. And I need to get to bed.”

She and Ruiz hugged. “You could come by when you aren’t trying to impress a date.”

“And listen to you telling me how my love life is in the toilet? Fat chance of that.”

She and Amanda hugged. She whispered, “Beware. He’s a charmer. I can see he’s already got a hook or two into you.”

Amanda whispered back, “I know. I have a few hooks in him, too.”

“I can hear both of you.”

“By design,” Amanda said. “Are you going to walk me home?”

“I’d love to.”

Duena locked the door and turned off the lights.

In her bedroom, the man lying on her bed said, “You could have introduced me.”

“And have Ruiz tell his mother? No, I’m not ready for that.”

“I was going to give you a foot massage. But I’ve recently learned you should be serving me.”

“Rub my feet or get out.”

“I just said I love rubbing your feet, didn’t I?”

* * *

Drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, Beth and Renaldo lay side by side in her bed.

“You were awesome,” she said.

“You were better.” They kissed. A soft kiss. The prior kisses and making had been hard, fast, and pedal to the metal reckless.

Moments later, he said, “I could kiss you like that forever.”

“I might hold you to that.”

They lay there for awhile, only the sound of them breathing in the room.

“I need a shower,” she said. “Join me?”

“Just a shower?”

“We’ll see.”

She got up and grabbed a couple towels from a laundry basket with folded clothes in it.

“I’m surprised these aren’t put away,” he said.

“They’re all guy clothes. I don’t have room for them with the dresses and stuff we got from the venn shop.”

“Your clothes are venned, too?”

“Who could afford a month worth of clothes for a blow job contest?”

“Now, I have to admit, I’m not really up to date on all the ins and outs of a blow job contest.”

She giggled, “Ins and outs.”

“Heh, yeah. But, most folks, I would hazard a guess, would only venn for a day or so for such a contest. Why’d you two venn for a month?”

They scooted through the living room in the buff and went into the bathroom.

“It was the same cost for a one day venn and a thirty day venn. Since we could always end the venn early, the thirty day venn was more flexible and practical.” She started the shower and got in.

“I suppose that makes sense. What will you do when the thirty days are up?” He stepped next to her, closer to the showerhead so it wasn’t over her head.

“No idea. I’m not really planning to stay a woman. I’m not against the idea though either. For the right reason.”

“Am I the right reason?” He picked up a buff and put soap in it.

“It’s a bit soon to say. Give me more data.”

“Like this?” He used his hands and the buff to soap up her chest.

“That feels nice. Do my back?” She turned around.

“This soap smells nice. Did you use it as a guy?”

“No, we bought girly stuff after we left the venn machine,” she said. “I like how it makes my skin feel. I might keep using it.”

“Rub it on me so I can see for myself.”

She took the buff and slowly soaped up his chest.

“Do you know when you bite your lip like that it looks so adorable?”

“Oh, stop.”

“No, seriously. You were so into soaping me up, you turned three times cuter.”

“You just want to get into my pants again.”

“I don’t see any pants at the moment.”

“Oops.”

They did manage to continue washing for another few minutes before the inevitable happened.

* * *

Alejandro lay down beside Jo, whose arms were spread out across the headboard from the handcuffs. “I’ll get your arms in moment.”

“Mmphf-ay.”

“Oh, I can get the gag first.”

He undid the cinch on the gag’s belt and pulled the rubber ball out of Jo’s mouth.

Jo spit the soaked tie out of her mouth. “That was hot. I’ve never been the bottom before.”

“I never would have pegged you for being this kinky. Even after the blow job contest.”

“I don’t get to use this stuff often. I’m not sure why. I should have tried bottoming as a guy. You were so attentive to my pleasure. I still have goosebumps.”

He traced a finger around her nipple. “I like pleasing women.”

“Know what would please me?”

“Handcuffs?”

“Penetration.”

“I don’t do that on a first date.”

“Never?”

“Generally not. No. I prefer getting to know someone on a first and even on a second date. There’s no rush to have sex.”

“He says to the woman handcuffed to the bed.”

“You wanted it. And I like to please.”

“Fair enough. My arms are getting a little stiff.”

“Right.” He uncuffed her wrists.

Jo rubbed her wrists before lying down with her head on his shoulder. “Are you tired?”

“Yeah.”

“You can sleep here if you like.”

“Okay.”

A few moments passed. She said sleepily, “I can hear your heartbeat like this.”

“No one’s ever said that to me.”

“I’ve never said it either. Never occurred to me a woman could listen to my heartbeat when she lay on my chest. It’s soothing.”

“I like soothing people too.”

She giggled. “Good night.”

“Good night.”

* * *

Stacy didn’t know what time it was. Most of her was in darkness. Some light was hitting parts of her. All she was sure of was no part of her was warm any more. The former warm parts she thought all might be on a floor somewhere. That was cool. And to be expected with these two gals. Oh, well. Parts of her would warm again in the morning. Hopefully they’ll go dancing again.

* * *

“This is it,” Amanda said as they arrived at her apartment building. “I actually enjoyed our evening.”

“Actually? I’m hurt,” Ruiz said.

“No, you aren’t.”

“Let me have a moment.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Curse my poor reputation,” he spoke in a stage voice, his voice carrying in the quiet nighttime air. He dropped to one knee. “Will I forever be known for being demanding or will my true self shine through and thaw her icy heart?”

“I don’t think my heart is icy. Just a bit cool.”

“And warm her wonderful heart?”

“Smooth. Get up, Romeo.”

“A kiss, perchance….”

“Shut up,” she said as she planted a kiss on his lips.

He pulled her closer, though his hands roamed no lower than the small of her back and no higher than between her shoulder blades. His kiss wasn’t aggressive, but still passionate.

“Will we meet again?”

“Call me.”

“I don’t have your number.”

“Get creative.”

“I know where you work.”

“Exactly. Good night, good prince.”

“A bid adieu, fair maiden.”

She tossed her head to the side and entered the building.

He watched as the door closed and her silhouette disappeared into the stairwell. “I bet those two put out for Renaldo and Alejandro,” he thought as he walked away. “Good things come to, and hopefully for, those who wait.”