I'm Amy and my sister is Jeannette, she and I are a year apart. I was born as all babies were, except I had one addition... an addition that many would called a freak, or a transvestite, but we're not truly called that, we're called futanari's girls with dicks and pussies, I was born like that, I'm a year younger than my sister, who was born like normal girls, no dick. While growing up I lived in a different room, and my parent's didn't like me much. They thought I was a freak, so did anyone else who found out about my dick... the only person who ever saw me as something other than a freak was my sister, her kind heart was what kept me going everyday, when turned 18 and she was 19 we left home to have an apartment together we moved out of Seattle and to a smaller town not far away called Lynnwood, it's calm and quiet neighbor hoods were the perfect place for us.
We took to working at several places; my aunt who lived in the area gave us a job at her deli, and sometimes we'd go to the bar part of her building to work, of course we knew it was bad but who cared, they had two sexy weigh tresses, one a blonde with blue eyes and a b cup sized chest who always wore a mini skirt and a button up t-shirt with the top 4-5 buttons undone. My hair was black and long it flowed halfway down my back and my grey eyes held a sweet kindness towards all that stared at my eyes my DD sized breasts kept their attention since I wore a button up t-shirt like my sister except I had 2-3 buttons undone, anymore and my breasts would fall out. Instead of a skirt I wore black pants because of my dick. When ever a guy got too drunk or got too rough or touchy with my sister or someone who worked here, or if they got into fights, I was the one who threw them out, I was strong, I could have been a very good athlete if I tried, but I kept out of that department. I just kept myself abnormally strong for girls, but made sure I didn't show. Not very many like women who are all muscles.
One night I returned from the bar to find my sister in the bath, she was normally asleep or at the desk, she wasn't much of a bath person, neither was I but oh well. I could tell something was wrong and I was intent on finding out.
"Hey sis, you ok?"
She turned her head towards me and I could tell she'd been crying. "No, I'm not okay."
"What's wrong?" I asked kneeling down.
"John is what's wrong... he was only going out with me to fuck me, he heard I was still a virgin... and he wanted to take it... that's the only reason he wanted to date me..."