Message-ID: <19861eli$9902110938@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/19861.txt> From: NOREAGA10@webtv.net (N.O.R.E) Subject: "CHANGES" (M/Fff inc intro) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 (WebTV) Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7Bit Content-Type: Text/Plain; Charset=US-ASCII Content-Disposition: Inline X-WebTV-Signature: 1 ETAtAhR5H0Hso+WUIup17iD5FfmqtxQINAIVAJcn+30LQP/sR3iEAhaxVdAh6kHy Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <11404-36C23790-12@newsd-244.iap.bryant.webtv.net> *DISCLAIMER* If you are offended by stories of incest ie. sex between relatives, or if you are offended by stories of sex between minors and adults then do not read this, it will only upset you and that would make me sad :(. All kidding aside if you are in this group then you know what your getting so don't complain ok :) note: This is second story I've ever written so I feel that I need to warn about a few things, namely my inexperience in writing so please except my apologies over any grammatical errors, spelling errors, and any lack of real talent. Thank you :) Feel free to e-mail any comments and or questions you may have regarding this story you can reach me at: Noreaga10@webtv.net CHANGES (M/Fff inc. teen) Introduction By N.O.R.E My sister Angela got married when she was 19. At the time I was just entering High School, our parents weren't exactly thrilled and disowned her when she eloped with him, his name was Dan. Me and Angela were really close, even though she was five years older than me, we got along pretty well, and I was devastated when she left. Our parents to my knowledge never spoke about her again, but I could tell they were very hurt. Angela was their little angel, at the time I was a little jealous of the attention they used to give her. But she always made me feel as if *I* was the one who was special. I cried for a long time after she left home. I could understand why Angela wanted to rebel against our parents, they were very protective of her and were always afraid that she would be corrupted by her friends. Our parents weren't really strict or any kind of religious fanatics, but they were very protective of their little "angel". I couldn't really blame them Angela's friends weren't exactly the wholesome type. You know the type, it was the eighties and everyone was into punk rock and M. Jackson song's that type of shit, her friends wore the clothes, talked the talk and my parents hated it. They never realized that she had become a woman and that she should be allowed to choose her own path in life. She was a woman alright no denying that, at 19 she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, I still belive that. She was 5'7 and 120lbs; Angela had been very athletic in school and it showed, she had the most beautiful set of legs on this earth and an ass that made me drool until she moved away, and afterwards her buns were the star of many of my jacking off fantasies, but if I had to vote for the part of her that was the best I'd have to say her tits, they were perfectly rounded and the size of pineapples at 19 they had absolutely no sag to them. I would however trade them in just to be able to stare into those sky blue eyes of hers, they had a way of warming the heart of the coldest person, she often won the disputes between us because of those eyes. I often thought that fate was cruel, having me live in the same house with her but unable to have her because she was my sister. That was 14 years ago, I'm 28 now and live in Manhattan, I work as an assistant D.A.; lately my life has turned to shit, my wife just divorced me 3 months ago, and I had just lost a case against a guy that murdered his girlfriend because she got pregnant with his best friends kid. I was feeling particularly shitty today, and I went to a local bar to drink away a few of my problems. I had just downed my third beer when I decided I should call it a day. I didn't think my shitty life could get any worse until I was pulled over for speeding, the officer smelled the liquor on my breath and hauled my ass down to the slammer, luckily the prosecutor was a friend of mine I got off with just a suspended license and a indefinite "vacation" from work. I wasn't devastated by being fired cause I had a little cash but I didn't like being away from my job, all I had since the divorce was my work and now that I had nothing to work out my frustrations on, I was feeling even more shitty. Even worse was that now if I wanted to work I would have to work for a private firm, and I despised having to leave my position as D.A.; I enjoyed my job and I thought I was really making a difference by putting away those scumbags. Getting a new job wasn't a problem as I was in high demand and the D.A's office gave me a good recommendation, the new firm gave me a good starting bonus and said that I did't have to begin for two months, the senior partner was a friend of my boss and he about my "personal situation". This gave me a little time to get my life together, and I was grateful. One raining tuesday afternoon I received a letter in the mail, It was from Angela, needless to say I was ecstatic. I hadn't seen my older sister in 14 years, I had tried contacting her when I moved from home and again when our parents died. In the letter she had caught me up on events in her life and told me about the last 14 years, she joked about old times and told me about her 13 year old twin daughters Afton and Alex. She also had sad news, her husband Dan had died in a boating accident 3 years prior. She was now living in Atlanta and because of her husbands insurance she and her girls were set up for life, in fact between his life insurance and what Dan already had in the bank she was sitting on a cool one-point-seven million, half of which was tied up in trust funds for the girls. I had been reading the lengthy letter for over an hour and at the end was her phone number in Atlanta. Immediately I picked up the phone and began dialing my sisters number. I was nervous, scared and excited all at once, I didn't know what to expect I hadn't spoken with her in 14 years, I wondered if she sounded the same, I wondered if I sounded the same to her, that and a million other questions filled my mind as I heard the ringing stop and the soft young voice come in over the phone." hello." I was caught a little off guard, I hadn't expected to talk with her daughters until after we were introduced. " hello, my name is Tim Roberts. I was wondering if Angela Martin was home?" I heard a loud pitched cry over the phone " Mom come quick it's him!" the screech had me grabbing my ears in pain. There was no doubt I had the right house, Angela sounded just like that when she had to yell over long distances." I'm her daughter Afton, she's told me alot about you...uncle Tim." she said tentatively, she seemed to be trying my name out for size. Just then I heard another voice this time it was my sister, she hadn't changed at all, as far as her voice was concerned "Tim!" the cheerful voice of my sister filled me with memories of my childhood. Over the next five hours I had caught her up on my shitty life and I told her about Mom and Dad, about how they died when a charter plane they were taking got caught in a storm and crashed about six years ago, she began crying and said how she wished that she had tried contacting me earlier and how she wished she had the chance to make amens with our parents. That part of our conversation was very emotional. By the time we were saying our goodbye's we were both emotionally drained. She then surprised me when she asked if I could come down to Atlanta anytime during the summer, I surprised her by saying that I was free for the next two months. It was settled I would head down to Georgia, to spend the next five weeks with my sister and her two daughters. The next day I booked a ticket on an Am-trak heading for Atlanta. I choose the train because ever since my parents crash I've had a fear of planes. Next a called a couple of friends of mine and let them know where I would be in case of emergency. Lastly I packed my bags and called up Angela to let her know when I would be getting in, then I set my alarm, and for the first time in eight months I got a great nights sleep,little did I know that this would be my last for the next five weeks. End Intro N.O.R.E -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>