Trust Machines - Sister Bros

This is so ridiculous, I should probably apologize to dkfenger for inflicting it on the Trust Machines oeuvre. I am so sorry.

“You can’t beat me. You’re on, Bro.” They shook hands.

“You’re going down.”

“You know it. Far more often than you.”

They laughed. Brent and Joe called themselves the BJ Bros, although they tended to get upset when people made assumptions about what BJ stood for. Ironically, they had just decided to see who could blow more guys than the other if they were both “total babes.”

Friday night, they went to the mall and went to a store just outside the Venn machine. The woman at the counter greeted the two men with a smile, “What can I do to you boys?”

“Did you say ‘do to’ instead of ‘do for’?”

“Isn’t that why you’re here?”

“I suppose so,” Brent said.

“Banter later,” Joe said. “We want you to make us into the two hottest, sexiest, most gorgeous women.”

“Identical twins.”

“Big boobs.”

“Back strengthened for carrying big boobs.”

“Big nipples.”

“Big round asses.”

“Not too big.”

“Feet and calves conditioned to wear high heels all the time painlessly and gracefully.”

“Long legs.”

“Thigh gap.”

“Tall.”

“But not too tall.”

“Yeah, looks taller than she is.”

“Big hair.”

“Plump lips.”

“Not too plump.”

“Delicious, too.”

“Pleasant tasting skin.”

“Immune to having bad breath.”

“And B.O.”

“Easily orgasmic too.”

“Orgasmic?”

“What? You want sex to suck?”

“I guess not. Make that multiply orgasmic.”

“Yes, yes. Oh! And infertile.”

“Definitely infertile.”

“One hundred percent.”

“Clear skin.”

“Naturally long lashes.”

“High cheek bones.”

“Sexy voice.”

“Long indestructible finger nails.”

“Hairless legs.”

“And arms.”

“And torso.”

“And armpits.”

“And lower face.”

“Long lashes.”

“Properly sculpted eyebrows.”

“Tattooed eyeliner.”

When they paused for a breath, the woman said, “Is that all?”

The men looked at one another. “I think that’s all.”

“Hairless torso includes unmentionable places.”

“Don’t have to mention that.”

“Just in case.”

“Blond or brunette?” Amanda said. “Eye color?”

“We leave that to your creativity.”

“But nothing unnatural as long as they’re identical.”

“How long?”

Joe looked at Brent, “Three days?”

“I won’t need more than one day.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s the point of the bet.”

“We’re paying for this. Is a longer duration the same price?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe a month?”

“A month?”

“Why be a gorgeous woman for only a day or two?”

“Makes sense.”

“One month.”

“Yes, one month.”

“Okay. It’ll take me over an hour maybe even two in the machine. You’re looking at $500 each.”

“Each?”

“I’ll have to do it twice.”

“We could both be in the machine at the same time.”

“We can try that. Hopefully the machine doesn’t scramble your brains,” she said, wondering if they had very far to go to reach scrambled.

“Nah, we definitely have to be in the machine together. We probably wouldn’t end up as identical twins if we were done separately.”

“Okay, $600 to do you both simultaneously.”

“Can you run two credit cards?”

“Sure.”

“What’s your name?”

“Amanda, why?”

“Just thought I should know the name of the person scrambling my brain.”

  *

Beth and Jo stepped out of the machine in high heels and managed to make it to the mirror without falling down and flashing the area around the machine. One of them had insisted no underwear when Amanda was giving them designer dresses for free. The dresses were simple cocktail dresses with a few interestingly placed mesh blocks. Jo’s was fire engine red and Beth’s was jet black. They were both wearing dark hosiery and their shoes matched the color of their dresses.

“I’m much better looking than you.”

“We’re identical.”

“My nose is slightly smaller than yours.”

“You’re out of your mind.”

“We have multiple mirrors in the store,” Amanda said. “So, you can look at yourself without getting in each other’s way.”

They went into the store to look at themselves.

“When I’m a guy I know who I’ll be thinking about the next time I fap.”

“Me?”

“No, me.”

“We’re identical. If you’re fapping to you, you’re fapping to me.”

“You’re making it weird.”

“You want to fap to yourself.”

“You want me to fap to you. Who’s making it weird?”

“This was your idea: get turned into twins and see who can give more head.”

“Get more head.”

“What?”

“You said give more head.”

“Well, we’re the chicks. Chicks lack the right kind of head that gets it so they give it.”

“We aren’t getting head?”

“Look in the mirror, Dufus. Do people like that get head or give it?”

“Give,” she said. “I’ll still win.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you giving some guy trauma because he whips it out and you act all weird over it.”

“Why would I do that? I’ve seen other guys’ cocks before.”

“Did you ever put one of those cocks in your mouth?”

“Why would I do that?”

“The bet.”

“Oh, right the bet. I’ll be fine.”

“That’s enough,” Amanda said. “You two nutless balls can have this so called conversation anywhere else but here.”

“Sorry about my friend, here.”

“Sister. We’re supposed to be twins.”

“Sorry about my twin sister, here.”

“Older sister.”

“Older?”

“I left the machine first. So I’m the older twin.”

“Get out,” Amanda demanded.

  *

“Before we go to the club, how are we going to prove how many dicks we sucked?”

“Selfies. Take a selfie or have the guy take a pic.”

“So, sucking the same cock twice won’t count?”

“No. Part of the contest is finding dicks to suck.”

“That can’t be hard.”

“It doesn’t count if you’re sucking a limp dick.”

“Duh.”

“Does the guy have to cum?”

“I didn’t think about that.”

“Do we need to selfie cumshots? That requires good timing.”

“What do you think?”

“That begs the question do we have to swallow?”

“Of course we swallow. Chicks dig that so it shouldn’t be a problem for us to swallow now.”

“Not all chicks.”

“Cool chicks swallow.

“Sure, if we’re cool chicks I guess we’ll like it.”

“We’re cool.”

“That’s weird. I’m hoping I like swallowing cum.”

“Me, too.”

“So, we have to get pics of cumshots?”

“Your face, the dick, and some cum all have to be in the shot.”

“Yeah, or just a mouthful of cum before you swallow.”

“Cool. I love when chicks show it first. The pics will have timestamps so it would be hard to cheat.”

“Frankly, I prefer a face full of cum.”

“Yeah, but we wouldn’t know if that was one or more guys sucked.”

“I know. Next contest is who can hang the most cum on their face.”

“Agreed. Next time.”

“We’re here.”

“We’re doing this again?”

“We haven’t done it yet.”

“No, I mean you said next time. That means we would do it again.”

“We don’t have to decide that now.”

“We’re gonna swallow lots of cum and like it. Why wouldn’t we do it again?”

“True.”

“Twelve hours?”

“I thought we’re chicks for a month.”

“We are. But we aren’t sucking every dick we see for a month. The contest is just tonight.”

“Just tonight? So any photos after midnight don’t count?”

“After six o’clock.”

“Six o’clock. Done. On your mark.” Jo said. The two ladies turned sideways to the door, arms held out for balance, one knee bent toward the door.

“Set,” Beth said. She winked at a guy looking at the two of them.

“Go,” they said in unison. Jo dashed into the club.

Beth walked over to the guy. “Blow job?”

“Sure.” He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into an alley. “This is for a contest.”

“Yeah. I need to take a photo.”

“Not a problem.” He unzipped and pulled out a nearly erect cock. “Get to it.”

  *

Jo didn’t know when she lost Beth. She knew exactly what she was looking for. She just hoped it wasn’t too early in the evening. She rushed around the perimeter of the club until she found a booth full of men. These were men who probably spent a lot of time in this very booth. They were cheering and slamming shot glasses down on the table. “Hey, guys,” she said in a high voice.

“Hey, you got any friends?”

“I don’t like to share,” she said with a smile.

“Sit on my lap.”

“Actually, I’d like to take a close look at all your laps. If you wouldn’t mind?” She ran her finger along her lower lip

The men all looked at one another. As one, they pulled their legs closer to the bottom of the booth. “Be our guest.”

She knelt down and crawled under the table.

  *

“Hey, can I get a copy of that pic?” The man said zipping up.

“Um, sure.” She got his number and texted the pic to him. As soon as she hit send she said, “Bye,” and left the alley. The taste in her mouth wasn’t top shelf but she hadn’t gagged on it. She had to be winning. She texted Beth. “1 down!”

She went into the club and saw two guys high-fiving. She stepped between them putting her hands on their asses, “Which of you guys wants a bathroom blowjob?”

“Both of us.”

“Yeah, both of us.”

“Follow me.”

She went into a stall and one after another the two guys were blown. As she finished the second one, she smiled at the line that had formed. “Next!” she said.

  *

Jo was on the seventh dick seated at the booth with only six seats. She was getting texts telling her Beth was up to five dicks. Amateur. She didn’t send replies to leave Beth stewing. The guys were swapping in and out of the booth. She figured she could stay here all night.

She did slow down a bit when one of the guys behind her start fingering her as she sucked his friend off. She was feeling horny and started wondering what a dick in a different hole would feel like. But, she stuck with the plan. She could get properly fucked tomorrow after she won the contest.

One of the guys above the table said, “Hey, did any of you hit the bathroom?”

“What’s in the bathroom?”

“There’s a chick who looks like our friend sucking guys there.”

“Fuck that. We go the smart one.”

“Smart one?”

“Who wants to smell a bathroom during a blow job?”

“True.”

“Never thought about that.”

“Even if it’s clean, it smells like disinfectant.”

“Thanks for the detailed analysis.”

“Yeah. And I bet you can’t finger that girl.”

“You’re fingering our girl?”

“Here, take my seat.”

“Fuck, you want real sex, girl?”

She pulled her mouth off the current guy’s shaft and her muffled voice was heard above the table, “I’m good.”

“Hey, don’t ask her that again till I’m finished.”

“I don’t give a fuck if you’re finished. We’re wasting this fine piece of ass just using her mouth.”

“Blowjobs only, boys,” she called from under the table.

“That’s negotiable, isn’t it?”

“No one’s paying me,” she said.

“No? If I give you five hundred will you spread your legs for me?”

The man she was sucking grabbed her head and held her her down. “Finish me first. Then you can answer Ricardo.”

“Let her go, Ruis. That’s no way to treat a lady you don’t know sucking your dick for free.”

“There’s etiquette for that?”

“Not yet,” said a third guy. “But he’s right. If you don’t know her and you didn’t pay her then you need to ask before you turn a blowjob into a facefuck.”

Two other guys agreed with the last guy.

Ruis was going to say something but that was when he finished in her mouth. A flash of light was seen from under the table. “Fu-u-uck,” he said. He looked down and saw her wiping cum from the edge of her lips. “I’m sorry I was overly aggressive, Luv.”

Jo crawled forward and poked her head above the table. “Let it be known I didn’t mind this time. But asking is the right thing to do.”

“You heard the lady.”

“So, what do you say girl? Five hundred? Six hundred?” Ricardo said.

She pulled herself into a seat. She picked up a random drink and took a swig. “Can you wait until six o’clock?”

“No. Now or never.”

“Never it is. Who’s next?”

“Wait, wait. Eight hundred.”

“Seven o’clock.”

A chorus of laughs filled the table.

“I’m next.”

“No, you aren’t. Fresh dicks only. I did you three dicks ago. There’s one seat I haven’t done,” she said. She pointed at a guy. “Yours.”

“No, thanks. I’m good.”

“You don’t want a blowjob.”

“Marietta would shove my balls into a food processor. I’m good. Do you need a drink?”

“A shot of vodka and water bottle would be cool. Marietta sounds like a downer.”

“I’m next, please.”

“You got it.” She crawled back under the table. She smacked his knee. “Unzip.”

“We’ll have that drink for you by the time Alejandro nuts.”

Alejandro moaned, “She’s nodding, I think.”

“Chica’s right about Marietta. When did she stop being fun?”

“When she got pregnant two years ago.”

“You made the right call. She wouldn’t bother with the food processor though. Bare hands.”

“That’s the Marietta I’ve met.”

  *

“Sorry, boys. I need a break,” Beth said as she got out of the stall.

“I was next?” A short guy said. “One more.”

“Sorry. Need to sit in a proper seat for a few minutes and down a drink.”

“What drink? I’ll meet you at the bar.”

“Surprise me. Buy a bottle of water to go with it.”

The man disappeared into the club as she was still straightening her dress in the mirror.

She sent another text indicating she was up to nine and saying she was headed to the bar. She was sipping a mojito between chugging some water when Jo sat down beside her. She had a water bottle in hand.

“How’s it going?”

“Blowjobs are like actual jobs.”

“Right, I know. How many you got?”

“I just sent you a text. Nine.”

“I haven’t counted.” Jo opened her photo gallery and started swiping pics. “One… four… eight, nine, ten.”

“Fuck, how are you ahead of me? I had a perfect location.”

“Bathroom?”

“Yes, how’d you know?”

“The guys in the booth I was under saw you. They stayed with me over the stink of the bathroom.”

“I must have gotten use to it. How does a booth hold ten guys?”

“They rotated in and out of the seats. They’re like friends that go way back. Very polite. Last guy even said, ‘I’m next, please.’”

“Here are those tramps!” A shrill woman’s voice called out. Three women got in the ladies’ faces.

“Get the fuck out of our club.”

“Your club? You own it.”

“No, but no one wants to hook up. They’re all hoping to get sucked off by you whores.”

“Sluts. We aren’t taking anyone’s money. Can you say the same thing?”

“What did you say?”

“Exactly what you just said, bitch.”

A large man stepped between the two groups of women. He looked at the woman who was in Beth’s face. “What’s going on, Alina?”

“These tramps are blowing every guy they see.”

“They are?”

“Yeah.”

“Jace. These two’s drinks are on the house the rest of the night.”

“Whatever you say, Boss.”

“What?”

“Anything else, Alina?”

“No.” She and her friends turned and stormed off.

“Thanks.”

“Whichever one of you was under the booth, no complaints. The other one, try to be a bit more discreet. I was a few minutes away from closing the bathroom.”

“I didn’t expect a line to form.”

“Whatever. You aren’t the first pair of venned bimbos to visit the club.” He walked away.

“Should we be insulted?”

“I don’t think so. He was very professional.”

“Bimbos?”

“Means a woman who likes fucking, doesn’t it?”

“I suppose that fits.”

“We weren’t really fucking.”

“Blowjobs are fucking.”

“No, there has to be vag.”

“So, anal isn’t fucking?”

“Oh, right. You’re right. Jobs are fucking.”

“And I enjoyed myself.”

“No arguments there.”

“Why do woman balk at giving head?”

“No idea.”

Jo finished her water. “I’m going to hit the bathroom. To use it.”

“I’m just finishing up my drink.”

As soon as Jo left, Beth downed her water and found the booth Jo had been at. “Ready for round 2?”

“Password,” one of the guy said.

“What?”

“When you left, you told us to ask for a password to make sure ‘Beth didn’t try to mooch my booth.’”

“Okay. I guess you know I’m Beth.”

“Wasn’t her dress red a few minutes ago?”

“This is the other chick, Moron.”

“Fuck. I forgot that,” Beth said. “You guys know we’re doing a contest and if she came back she wouldn’t be able to do anyone she’d already done? Contest requires fresh meat for each blowjob.”

“She did mention that.”

“She did.”

“If we let Beth under the table, we each get two blowjobs.”

“Two is better than one.”

“Usually.”

“Okay.”

“For fuck’s sake. Stop yapping and get under the fucking table, Beth.” Ruis said.

“Thank you.”

“Why’d you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Jo wanted us to delay Beth as much as possible.”

“She what?”

“Why should we care about delaying Beth? I’d rather Beth gets to sucking our dicks faster,” Ruis said.

“No loyalty, Ruis.”

“It’s not our contest.”

“Thanks, Ruis.”

“More sucking, less talking.” Ruis said.

“Don’t grab her head.”

“I didn’t touch her.”

  *

Jo found a different table on the other side of the club. There were a pair of women at the table but the other six people were men.

“Hey, you want….”

“It’s one the blow job chicks.”

“Cool. Get under the table and do you’re thing.”

“That was easy.”

“Really, girl? You’re going to suck these guys off? They don’t deserve it.”

“Maybe she’ll eat you out if you’re nice,” said the other woman.

As she finished up the first guy, she noticed one of the women in the booth had their skirt flipped up and were stroking the cock sticking out from under it. Jo tapped her knee and the woman said, “Do your thing, girl.” With a shrug, she sucked her twelfth cock.

  *

Beth and Jo stumbled into a diner just after six and sat themselves at a booth in the back. Their hair was a mess and clung to itself in suspicious ways. Their eyes were bloodshot. Their makeup was smeared all over, except for the tattooed eyeliner.

The waitress came over holding a pot of coffee and nearly shrieked. “Were you two raped? Do you need an ambulance or a police officer?”

“No, no. Black coffee.”

“This is self-inflicted. And I’ll have a coffee with sugar.”

“If you say so, but you might want to learn to party a bit less.”

“Sure.”

“How’d you do?”

“Never thought I’d say this, but I don’t need to see another dick for the rest of my life. Mine included” Beth said.

Jo nodded.

Two cups of coffee were delivered and they each took a drink.

“That might have been a mistake.” Beth said, putting a hand on her stomach.

“I think I’m alright,” Jo said. “But yeah, my stomach is a bit…”

“Sloshy.”

“Yeah.”

They sat in silence sipping their coffees.

“Midnight.”

“Yes. Midnight. We should have ended the contest at midnight.”

“You didn’t want to stop because you were losing.”

“Yeah, yeah. Swap phones so we can check each other’s photos.”

They were swiping photos when Jo said, “You did Ruis?”

“Why is it the assholes are the most hung.”

“No idea.”

“And why’d you tell those guys to delay me?”

“I didn’t think it would work for long.”

“If Ruis wasn’t an ass, the other guys would have strung me along for several minutes.”

The waitress swung by and said, “Anything else?”

“No. Just the check.”

The waitress pulled out her pad, scribbled a few numbers on it, and circled the final total. She ripped the page out of the pad and put it face down on the table. She picked up some empty sugar packets and walked away.

Beth reached for the check when a hand reached down and slid it off the table.

Renaldo stood at the table with Alejandro. “Three hundred for both of you?”

“Phone,” Jo said, holding her palm out. He handed her his phone. She entered contact information. Then she hit dial. Beth’s phone rang. “Put Renaldo’s name on the contact. She’ll text you an address later. You two will pick us up. Take us to a nice restaurant. And we’ll see where things go from there.”

“Don’t forget flowers,” Beth called out to them as they left.

“A date?”

“A double date. Last night was last night. Tonight is tonight.”

“Okay, ladies.”

“See you girls tonight.” They left.

“Dibs on Alejandro,” Jo said.

“Why?”

Jo opened her phone, tapped twice and started swiping. “This one is Alejandro.”

“Which one is Renaldo?”

Jo swiped a few times. “It’s not my fault you didn’t get to know the guys at the booth.”

“Renaldo isn’t disappointing if you don’t compare it to Alejandro’s.”

“We’ll need more clothes.”

“And showers.”

“And sleep.”

“Not in that order.”

“You had twenty-seven pictures.”

“So did you.”

“A tie?”

“You want to do a tie breaker?”

“I forget. What was the bet? What’s the prize?”

“Bragging rights.”

“Don’t need a tiebreaker for that.”

They sat in silence.

“We both won.”

“That’s not how ties work.”

Jo smiled. “No, we both won because the reward was the dicks we met along the way.”

They laughed.

Bonus Material

“Your phone’s ringing, Beth.”

Beth looked at her phone. “I don’t know the number. Wait, it says it’s in my contacts but there’s no name. Hello?

“Who?

“Oh, alley guy. Why are you calling?

“Yes, we both got home safe this morning.

“You won’t believe it. It was a tie.”

Jo mouthed the word, “Who?”

Beth picked up headphones and paired them. “Seriously. Twenty-seven.” She then swiped through her photo gallery. “No, probably not a world record.” She turned the phone so Jo could see it and mouthed, “This guy.

“What was that?

“Sorry. My friend and I have dates tonight.

“Yes, we met them at the club last night.

“Yes, some other time. Thanks for checking up on us.

“Take care.”

“He sounded nice,” Jo said.

“You never forget your first.”