Interesting, to say the least

Once I had gotten back into my apartment, I searched for something Reba could put on. I didn't exactly had feminine clothing, and I knew she wouldn't be happy if I just made her wear whatever clothes I found first. After deliberating it for longer than I would have wanted to, I brought her an old blue T-shirt that had ‘Sunny’ written in yellow letters, along with some red sport shorts and a pair of flip flops.

When I asked her about what to do about the chains, she told me that she couldn't exactly get rid of them herself. I felt dumb about spending all that time only to use the ring anyways. Regardless, I turned all the chains around her body into a multilayered belt around her stomach. At her request, I also transformed the clothes, turning the shirt into a crop top and the sportswear into booty shorts. I felt a little awkward over the idea that my ‘sister’ would hang out with me looking like that, but she made a good argument for it.

"Imagine if there's no spark between you two and then you blame yourself for being awkward or something, but it turns out she was a lesbian."

I couldn't really argue against that logic. Well, I probably could have, but I didn't feel like arguing with the person that was cooking what I would eat in just a few minutes.

It was about five till seven when Miss Green knocked on our door. Reba had already finished by then, and I was helping her set up the table. When I saw the attire she had changed into, I found it stunning. A black polo neck combined with a maroon waistcoat, along with a long pleated beige skirt and a pair of loafers. It was clearly nothing expensive, but I was stunned by how well she wore each garment. Normally I'd say that her beauty was like spring, vibrant and full of life, but the dry autumn look suited her just as well.

Honestly, I felt under-dressed at the moment. She was looking so fine, and Reba had made herself really appetizing for anyone with a taste for women. All I had done was put on a formal white shirt and black slacks. I looked like the waiter for the date between an academic professor and her horny student.

"Holy shit, you're hot." I turned my head to Reba, overcome with relief when it was clear that she had been the one who said that and it wasn't me. "I mean- you must be Heather? Sorry, I didn't pay much attention when my bro told me your name" She tried to save face.

"Dawn, actually" She was amused. "And I'm flattered that someone you age thinks so. I feel like both of you look incredible as well, in your own distinctive ways."

After a fleeting moment of awkwardness, we all sat for dinner. My sister from another mistress (and another daddy) was going to pick the food up, leaving me temporarily alone with Miss Green. Well, with Dawn, now that I had confirmation on what her name was. I still can't believe I spent so much time without knowing her first name. She probably told me when we first meet, and I hadn't paid attention.

But could someone blame me for that? Dawn Green was the kind of woman every man dreamed of getting married to and growing old with. Her long brown hair that looked and smelled like a succulent piece of chocolate, which was also the case for her beautiful eyes. A bust that wouldn't distract you but that you could lose yourself while admiring it. An angelical voice and a laugh that could cure any sickness. What was there not to love?

"Sadly, there's only enough for all of us to have second servings." Thank god that it was finally time to eat, I needed to distract myself from how much I wanted to be with my Miss Green.

Reba had sold herself short. Our meal was some simple lemon chicken, fancied up with a few spices and a small dose of garlic, but she had figured out a way to make the flavor rich enough to drive my taste buds into an overload. Looking at our guest, I wasn't the only one having an orgasm in their mouth.

"Reba, this is amazing." Dawn told her as she stabbed the last piece she had left. "How did you even manage to make it taste so we'll?"

"Oh, it's all down to experience. Our parents always joked that I must have been part of a long chain or reincarnated chefs." She boasted. "Michael, being a meanie, suggested that it was a line of prostitutes, who happened to have cooking as a hobby."

"I said it one time!" I faked the real frustration a sibling would have over having such a humiliating anecdote share around. It was also a convenient mask to hide my panic with, not sure how I could justify it in a way I wouldn't look like an asshole. "And I only said that because you-"

"You two know that you can drop the whole sibling act, right?" Dawn casually mentioned. "Reba, relax, I know you're a demon." She told her as she bit the chicken off from her fork. "I can still get seconds of this, right? It's really damn good. You can almost taste the demon magic."