My Estranged Sister Eve Pt. 02

"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.