They'd always been close, closer than brother and sister should be, and now that they'd turned 18 and had payments from their trust fund they had no need to ever worry about money. As such their lives had been one giant party the past few years, they'd been coming home giggling in each other arms, until finally they started kissing each other. And then more. Much more. Their love of each other was only stopped by their love for excess in general, and the idea that they could get more out of it. So they'd started going out looking for threesome partners. They hadn't had much luck until Clarissa had suggested what a cute girl Sam could make. It started a halloween costume, the two of them as matching slutty witches. None of them had ever really thought about how little of a fight he'd put up. They had developed a mantra - fun and slutty. Be fun and slutty, they told each other whenever they got pouty or less than enthusiastic about going out, snagging a man, and bringing him home or going to his.<br/><br/>They had had a spa appointment earlier that day and so were at their freshest and sexiest. Sam had even gotten a full bikini waxing this time, he could still remember the attendant telling him to calm down she hadn't ripped the whole thing off when he'd cried when the tape got removed. It made his already cute cock look even cuter he thought. Their skin completely smooth, makeup touched up, hair styled, and massaged and made ready for a night of fun, they'd went home and put on their dresses and gone out to party.<br/><br/>He had always been androgynous, gifted with the same wide hips and full backside as his sister naturally. With the help of makeup and hair styling, months of practice in skyscraper heels, and what he called the 'fun slut' died she'd put him on, they now really were practically a matched pair. As it was, a very padded bra and carefully applied tape were the only things he needed to give himself an illusion of being just as girly and fuckable as his sister. His hair was just as long, and just as styled into thick curls, his makeup just as dark, sexy, fun, and slutty, applied by his own skilled hand, his nails done the same as hers just in a dark purple to match his dress and shoes.<br/><br/>He wore a dress in the same style as hers, short, tight, slutty. It had to cover his chest for obvious reasons, unfortunatley, but otherwise it made him look just as much fun as his wonderful sister Clarissa. Fun and slutty, those were their bylaws. To look at them, they looked like identical twin girls, and it was the sort of thing that brought dates to them like moths to a flame. When they'd started going out Sam had insisted they take home girls and guys. So far they hadn't taken home a single girl and Sam had yet to complain.<br/><br/>Of course the guys had been a mixed bag. Most had been fun, Clarissa had a good eye for that, but none had been fun<em>enough</em>to get a second invite. They'd done lots of fun things with them, lots of fun, slutty things. A few had freaked about doing anything with Sam and he'd gone off pouting while the guy and his sister had fun, but lately most of them had eagerly nailed one of the twins and then...well passed out or been finished honestly. It had led to ongoing disputes about who got the D first, as they knew there was a chance it might be the only one. Sam's experience with guys had gone from none to fully trained slut in the past few months, his sister lovingly showing him all the ways to please a cock she used on him before then.<br/><br/>"Woooo!" He yelled, his voice high and well practiced as he bounced back to his sister, handing her a white wine. "Cheers to my fun slutty sister." He said their mantra to her and clinked glasses.<br/><br/>"Ooooh." He saw she was distracted. "You found one? Is he behind me?" He grinned, he didn't turn around but he did bounce his naturally curvy ass back and forth, enough to the beat of the music that it could have just been a dance, but really making sure the man was looking this direction and liked what he saw.<br/><br/>He wouldn't have done it if he had looked first. Johnny had been a few years ahead of him and the two had hated each other. In fact Johnny's impression that Clarissa was too good for him and would never date him largely came from how Sam had acted towards the guy, and in return he'd been bullied mercilessly by much larger boy. In fact other than his own father, Johnny was probably the last man on earth who Sam wanted to see him in a dress and makeup and heels shaking his ass. Of course he didn't know Clarissa had crushed on him so hard, and that by wiggling his ass for the man he was likely giving the impression he was okay with it.