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

... with her friends. It seemed that since Angel was now living with us, Emily had received a new best friend and the sister she always wanted. “Hold on, I want to see this.” I said, walking over. “No way Marcus.” Emily warned with sudden coldness. “What’s wrong? He saw me without clothes on when he helped me.” Victoria said with childlike innocence. “Yeah, but I don’t want to see my brother pitching a tent. Besides, you and me need to have a little girl talk.” Emily established. Feeling like I had been both badly portrayed and robbed, I sighed and walked to the bathroom. I would need both a hot and cold shower. Emily nearly jumped when Angel pulled off her shirt, letting her breasts spring forth without restriction. She had just assumed all this time that Angel had been wearing a bra, if she had known that she wasn’t… she would have been more hesitant in asking this. Angel seemed to have no fear about going topless in front of Emily, but she was feeling sick with envy. She couldn’t help but switch her gaze from Angel’s chest to her own. “It’s just not fair.” She muttered. “Thank you so much for getting these for me. I’m really sorry about having to borrow your clothes.” Angel said gratefully as she pulled on a pink top from a pile of clothes on Emily’s bed. “It’s no problem. But, uh… you can keep the panties.” Emily said as she walked over. “This the first time we’ve actually talked, and I know that you’ve probably told your story a hundred times, but I have to ask: do you ...

... really not remember anything?” Emily asked hesitantly. Angel lost her smile. She had regained her memories, but they weren’t the kind of memories that she could tell anyone about. She had to keep up the act of not being able to remember anything. “No, I’m sorry. It would be nice if I did, simply to ease everyone’s worrying. But to be honest, I don’t want to remember. I’m sorry, I know that makes me sound really sketchy.” Angel chuckled sadly. “Why don’t you want to remember? Is it so that you can stay here?” Emily asked. Angel turned to her and smiled. “You know, don’t you?” She asked, trying on a blouse and seeing how well it fit her. “Luckily I was the only one upstairs and the room beneath the guest room is rarely used, so I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who knows. I will admit, the fact that you two moved so quickly is really suspicious. Under normal circumstances, I would never be able to trust you, I would be certain that you were just using Marcus.” Said Emily. Whether she was intending to be blunt or to sugarcoat it, it was impossible to tell. “So what makes these non-normal circumstances?” Angel teased. Emily sighed. “I can’t help but believe you. I see the way you look at my brother, and it is with true happiness and love. A con artist could easily trick me into believing that, but I’m just unable to see any evil intent in you. Besides, you make my brother happy, and that is something that he has needed so badly that it is beyond description. When he was introducing you ...