Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever - Sex Stories

Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever

... nervously. “Either that or I’ve finally snapped and I just hallucinated the last four hours.” I shrugged. “Well have you called her an ambulance? The power is on.” My sister asked. “The phone lines are still down. I’ve been waiting for you to come back so that we can drive her to the hospital. She’s doesn’t need to be rushed there in an ambulance, but we should still get her there. Want me to wake her up?” I asked, refusing to soften my tone. “Sure, get her down here.” My dad said, rubbing his forehead as he tried to process the sudden information. This was certainly unexpected. I walked upstairs taking deep breaths and trying to calm myself from the conversation only moments’ prior. I approached the guestroom and stood in the doorway. Angel seamed to be shrouded in a veil of light through my eyes, but I knew she was there. I silently walked towards the bed and crouched down. I placed one hand on Angel’s forehead and my other on her hand. “Angel?” I whispered. She opened her beautiful eyes and hummed a reply. “Sorry to wake you, but we need to get you to a hospital. We need to get you checked out to make sure that you are really all right.” I said softly. “You’ll come with me, right?” Angel asked. I moved my hand to her cheek. “Of course.” I replied with a warm smile. She gained the same smile and sat up. She stepped out of the bed and I immediately realized that I couldn’t show her to my family, not in her current state. “Here, put this on.” I said, holding up the blouse I ...

... had taken from my sister’s room. “What? Why?” She asked. Unable to suppress my grin, I pointed at her chest, where atop the colossal mountains that were her breasts, her nipples were poking through the thin fabric of the undershirt like fingertips. “I don’t want you accidently poking one of their eyes out.” I snickered. Blushing in embarrassment, Angel covered her chest with her arms and turned away. “You pervert!” She giggled. Following my advise, she put on the blouse and buttoned it up, but I immediately noticed that the problem still was not completely solved. Unlike the tank top she was wearing underneath, the fabric of the blouse did not stretch, it merely clung and constricted when the wearer’s proportions weren’t… fitting. Suffice to say, the bottom of the blouse barely came down to her belly button, and the buttons were silently screaming as they struggled to hold in Angel’s breasts. This time, I made no attempt to suppress my laughter, to which Angel playfully smacked me. Once I was done laughing, I looked into her eyes. “Ready?” I asked. She nodded and took my arm. Walking out into the hall, I could hear my parents and siblings talking downstairs. They were all certain I was either hallucinating or just playing a practical joke. My brother actually said that I had found a blow-up doll out in the storm and was just using it as a gag prop. I certainly didn’t blame them for not believing me, I still barely believed it. However, when they all heard the sounds of two ...