This has plenty of build up. If you want sex right now, this is not for you. It had been one year since the worst day of our lives. My parents had died exactly one year ago today. Our family was fragmented, but we were getting along ok. The family consisted of me, a 19 year old fresh out of high school and into the work force, and twin sisters a year younger than I. My name is Tyler, and my sisters are Abigail and Gabriella. While my parents thought that they had avoided the rhyming twin names, my twin sisters soon became Abby and Gabby. Like most twins, they were very close to each other, but hated the twin treatment. From a young age, they never dressed alike, and hated being lumped together. While they hung in similar circles of friends, they had quite different personalities. Abby was the typical “hot chick.” Absolutely stunning, and she knew it. Of course, she worked for it, and she was 100% natural. She was always at the gym trying to tone herself. She knew not to go overboard and get the six pack. Intelligently, she kept her body fit and trim, but not overly muscular. Gabby was more laid back. She played sports and that kept her in shape. She was more of a cool chick, not all that full of herself like her sister was, but she still knew she was hot. Anyway, besides the fact that I knew my sisters was drop dead gorgeous, and all my friends wanted them, we had a pretty good relationship. Since our parents istanbul travesti had passed, I had assumed a role of responsibility and had watched over them, albeit with the help of some of the neighbors. We all respected each other, but it was clear that I was in charge. I made the money, did the shopping, and made sure we were all safe. That included making sure my sisters were not taken advantage of by guys after only one thing. Because of their images, they were constantly bringing home guys for my interview. I trusted my sisters and allowed them to go on most of the dates, only turning away a few who I knew had a bad reputation or just rubbed me the wrong way. I knew that they were old enough to decide what to do and to make the right decisions. Also, with our relationship being more friendly than fatherly, they told me most of what happened. From what I had heard, Abby, not surprisingly, was not a virgin, but thankfully, not a slut either. Gabby was less likely to do anything rash and bold, and it was not surprising to me that she was still a virgin. Anyway, I was starting to rely on my sisters more and more as my job at the lumber yard wore me out. Pay was only adequate, so I had to try to find a night job so I would not dip too far into our savings in the bank. My sisters began doing more chores and had been cooking and shopping for me on a regular basis, when Abby istanbul travestileri came to me with an idea. “Listen, Ty, we need money and I know how to get some.” Being wary of Abby’s character I was a little nervous for her idea, but decided to let her go on. I knew I needed help. I was open to suggestions. “I don’t want you working a full time job. You and your sister need to finish high school, and maybe get into college on a financial aid scholarship.” “This will be only part time, only a couple of hours a week, with good pay.” “I’m listening, hit me.” “Well, I’ve noticed some furtive glances and some awkward stances when you’re around me and Gabby. I figure if I can turn my own brother on, I’ve got a shot at turning anyone on. I’m hot and I know it. I’m thinking about sexual favors.” “Absolutely not! I’m not denying that you have the body to do it, but I refuse to have you whored out on the streets. You have too much of a future. Out of the question. Besides, you do not turn me on.” As soon as it left my mouth I realized my mistake. Abby was not one to pass up on a challenge, and she interpreted this as one, regardless of its original intent. “Really? Gabby and I do nothing for you?” She started to swing her hips and give me a look that could get a rise from a dead man. If every woman could pull off that look, Viagra would no longer be necessary. I could feel my travesti self control gradually slipping away as she sashayed over to me. I was clearly tenting my pants. “Nope, nothing” is all I manage to croak out of my exceedingly dry mouth. It was a feeble attempt at a cover up and she knew it. She strutted around my running a single fingernail down my chest, just stopping before my now rock hard cock. She leaned in as for a kiss and stopped short. “Yea, nothing my ass,” she sneered and walked away. I was left with a raging hard on and no release. Naturally, I took matters into my own hands. Soon after, I called a family meeting. A rare occurrence in our house, but something that I felt needed to be done right away. As we all entered the living room I noticed my sisters seemed slightly off. Not as well kept as usual. But there they were, waiting to hear what I had to say. “I know some tough times are coming up. Abby has pitched an idea, and I rejected it strongly. I will not have whores for sisters. Though I do not doubt you can make plenty of coin.” As I said that, they both blushed of embarrassment. “We don’t have much money, so I’m giving you guys a choice. Either you guys get part time jobs, and severely decrease socializing and spending, or we move in with Aunt Carol and Uncle Bobby. They can provide for us for a while, just until we get our feet on the ground. I knew we like our independence here, but we might need help. We do not need to move in right away. I will leave the choice to you two.” After some deliberation, we decided to try it out at home for a while more. FAST FORWARD THREE MONTHS My sisters had the summer off from school and were working as interns at a local consulting firm.