Devoted Sisters                    by: Sara Rêver Éveillé

Part 2

When we arrived at London's Kings Cross station, we found a cheap bed and breakfast hotel and finally relaxed. Our escape and the rail journey had been uneventful enough but throughout I had been terrified that we would be caught or that I would be 'spotted'. It had been the first time that I had ever dressed in public and never really got the chance to neither think about it nor enjoy the experience, however I had not 'male' clothes to get changed into now, so Sara was here to stay for a while.

Claire immediately telephoned our attorney and told him that we wanted to take ownership of the inheritance, which our parents had left in trust for us in their will. He told her that the conditions of the will stated that neither of us would have right to the trust money until we were sixteen years old, and that was three weeks away, and no matter how much she protested he would not allow us access to the trust fund. That left us virtually penniless and trapped here in London for the next few weeks.

"What are we to do?" Claire asked, a little distressed at our predicament, we cannot just hideaway in here, besides we have to eat!" Tears welled up in her eyes so I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her.

It had been the first time in ages that I had witnessed her crying she always gave the impression of being strong and very resilient to the stresses of the time period since our parents died. I guess that the events of the last twelve hours had caught up with her and that she was tired and need to sleep.

I laid her down on the bed and pulled the blanket up over her, within just a few minutes she was sleeping soundly. Meanwhile I had to do some thinking and figure out a way to get us some cash.

It wasn't hard to realise that I had few options available to me, I could get a job, I could steal or I could 'earn' it. The first two however preferable to the latter seemed to be poorly rewarded and risky, but I knew I had a talent that Jobling had bestowed upon me.

I scribbled a note to Claire explaining that I was going out to find a job and that I would be back in a few hours and that she shouldn't worry.

Outside on the street it was now very busy and bustling, people were dashing everywhere. I felt conspicuous still, but nobody gave me anything more than a second glance.

I had heard about prostitutes working the area around Kings Cross and after a bit of looking around the back streets I saw a couple of likely candidates, so I hitched my skirt up a little and leaned back against the wall. I didn't have to wait long either, within thirty minutes a middle aged man who looked totally respectable approached me.

"Looking for business?" I asked, I had probably seen to many films!

"Erm," he seemed more embarrassed than I did, "yes!" he stammered.

"Hand relief is £10 and a blowjob is £25, I don't do anything else," I told him, he seemed happy with the 'quotation' and nodded his acceptance.

"Blowjob?" I asked, he nodded again.

"You have a condom?" I asked and again he nodded. I quickly realised that I appeared to be in the driving seat here, Jobling had never allowed me a condom, but now it was different.

He seemed to be oblivious to me actually being a boy, so I walked my client around the block to a passageway I had spotted earlier, it was out of the way and quiet. I held out my hand and he placed the money into it.

I squatted down and opened his fly, he was already erect and it was bursting out of his boxer shorts, I was pleased to see that he was tiny compared to Jobling. I ripped open the condom and rolled it onto his tool, I gave it a few long strokes with my hands to get him worked up then opened my lips and took him into my mouth.

I had learnt my trade well, and rolled my tongue over his sensitive glands, with each flick I could fel him tense up and I knew he wouldn't last long. I was right with a little more work with my lips he wobbled and I felt him shudder as he came. With that I put his tool back into his pants and zipped him up.

"Thanks, for your custom!" I said as I turned and walked away. It seemed to me so quick, clean and simple, not at all as unpleasant as it was with my previous customer, Jobling.

Claire was amazed to find me handing her £165 just four hours after I had left her, it was just 2pm.

"Where did you get it?" she asked. I decided that she didn't have to know my secret and that a little white lie would be needed.

"I got a job at a bookmakers!" and he gave me an advance after I explained to him my problem.

"Wow this is fantastic!" she exclaimed, "at least we can eat, now!"

"I've already had a burger, I need to get back to the shop now, I told him I would only be 10 minutes." I lied to her. It pained me lying to my loving sister but needs must.

"Well, okay? What time will you be done?" she asked looking at me a little confused.

"I get off at 6pm." I thought that if trade was to continue as well as it had, then it would be plenty for the day.

"Alright, I'll see you later, ask him if he has any more work going will you? It seems like a good job! Oh and by the way, you need to watch what your eating now, you don't want to be putting on any weight." Claire said as I picked up my purse.

"I don't think he has, but I'll ask!" I said as I opened the door and returned to the street, literally. I was back leaning against my piece of wall, shortly afterwards.

I made another £175 pound that afternoon the streets of London really are paved with gold.

I told Claire that I had come by the extra money after pacing a wager on one of the races after being given a 'hot tip'.

Claire suggested that we have a trip into the west end to buy one or two essentials, realising that I needed a change of clothes for my new employment, I agreed.

Shopping with Claire was a joy, and she clearly loved it herself, we went to a number of 'cheap' dress shops and whilst at first I was a little reluctant to try anything I with her encouragement I soon gave in.

We selected a couple of pretty dresses and scurried off to the changing rooms, I was a little surprised to see Claire stripping off in front of me.

She saw the expression on my face, "don't worry Sara, sisters should not be embarrassed to undress in front of each other."

"Claire?" I questioned as she opened her blouse to reveal her quite pert pair of breasts that had been squeezed into a quite pretty white lace bra.

Next it was her skirt that fell to the floor, she bent over to pick it up and her firm round ass was staring me in the face. I knew I shouldn't have the thoughts, but I found her state of undress very erotic, something which I had never quite considered in the same way before.

Although the dress she had chosen was poor quality it looked amazing on her. I was instantly jealous of her feminine shape and radiant looks.

"Come on, Sara aren't you just dying to try yours on?" she said as she beckoned me to zip her dress up.

I asked her to unzip me in response, and as she did so I hunched my shoulders forward to let my dress fall down to my waist.

"Oh dear, we have to do something about those!" she said looking at my under-stuffed bra.

Somewhat more embarrassed I shimmied my hips and let the dress down my stocking clad legs and let it drop to the floor. I turned my back to avoid her gaze, but she was having none of that and she pulled me around and saw my 'problem'. I had unfortunately got rather excited and could not hide the bulge in my panties.

"Oh dear, we maybe need to do something about that also!" she said as she placed her hand on it. Claire had never touched me so intimately before and I was shocked at her behaviour, she saw it in my face.

"Sara, you have to relax, things are different now, we are sisters and we should not keep things to yourself. We should have no secrets between us, how can I help you and how can you help me through this unless we share everything." Her hand applied a little light pressure to the throbbing swelling in my pants.

I looked up and saw the look in her eyes, she knew I swear she knew about where the money had come from.

"I understand everything, and I do not blame you. I know you were only trying to help, and I understand. You must trust me Sara." She then quickly kissed me full on the lips and let go of my groin.

"You followed me this afternoon?" I asked.

"Yes sweety, I did. I am not sure exactly what you got up to with all those men, but I don't think it was taking bets for the 3.45 at Haydock!" a wicked smile came across her rosy red lips.

"Im sorry," I said shamefaced. "I only wanted to get us some money in order to keep us going for a couple of weeks to we get our inheritance."

"I know Sara, I do honestly understand, and you are such a sweet thing trying to keep it from me, but you really should have told me." Claire smiled.

"Okay, sis, no more lies!" I announced.

"Good, now why don't we go and finish off this shopping. We may have a busy few days in front of us!"

"Us?" I questioned.

"Yes dear sister, us. What you do for me, I do for you. We can earn twice as much twice as quickly." She said it as though we really did have a proper job.

"But!" I tried to say, but she placed finger to my lips to stop me.

"No buts!" she said.

By the time we got back to our hotel, I was exhausted but it had been worth it. Whilst Claire had had her hair, 'done' she persuaded me to have hair extensions braided into my own, I now had long flowing blonde locks, which cascaded over my shoulders seductively.

We also had our nails manicured, something which was a completely new experience. Once again due to my more masculine shape Claire persuaded me to have extensions applied, 'just until you grow your own' she explained. The manicurist showed me a vast array of varnishes and I picked the boldest reddest I could find. They looked and felt sensational, and not only made my hands look more feminine but helped to make ME feel twice as feminine as before. My hair and nails now boosted my confidence. However I soon found out the downside, as my manual dexterity was awful, and several times I 'stabbed' myself with my new lethal weapons. Claire told be that she would paint my toenails too, which I was looking forward too.

Amongst our other purchases was a pair of 'heels' each. Mine black and sandals with thin almost delicate straps, which held my feet in place. They felt so light almost as though I wore nothing at all, however I was constantly reminded that I was by the ache in my calves from the spiked heels, which were huge.

However the most wonderful purchase of all was a pair of breasts of my own, well breast forms at least. I couldn't wait to try them out, and as soon as we got through the door of our room, slipped out of my dress, for the umpteenth time.

I unfastened my bra and Claire helped me 'glue' them into place. She had tried to tempt me with a huge pair, but I did not want to go quite so far just yet, and so I settled for modest pair of 36B's. I was not disappointed they looked a felt terrific and I had nipples too!!

 

End of part 2

 

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