"?I don't know, either. I was a girl... I mean boy when I played at beinga sissy before."?I know," Heather said. ?Why don't we call your mother? She k...nows Sissy.She can help."Sissy nodded. ?That's a good idea. I'll bet she'll be surprised thatSissy is back."Heather grinned. ?I bet she won't be."* * *Darla Jackson beamed the first time she saw her sissy as an adult. She'dthought he was gone forever, swallowed up by the straight life. But thereshe was, in a soft blue dress, her hair curled, her. Three days to try and process what I'd seen, yet more questions than answers remained. Google proved fucking useless. She was clearly not of this world, but that begged the question to which world did she belong? Spirits glowed, but as far as I could make out, couldn't be touched. I wondered if fallen angels might exhibit similar traits and watched Luc Besson's film Angel-A for perspective. It was good, but ultimately as helpful as the search engine. At one point I convinced myself that, so. .. He fucked his sister. I could fuck my father.My cheeks reddened as a voice barked, “What?”“Father,” I said, my voice trembling. “I ... I need to...”A chair scraped on stone. Footsteps thudded. A lock clunked. The door creaked open. My father stood over me, color appearing in his normally bloodless face, his ivory skin usually melting into his pale-blond locks.“My sweetling,” he groaned, seizing my shoulders and pulling me in. “What is it? Is it about last night?”I nodded my head, my cheeks. Then his friend pushed a rather large cock into my pussy. The guy beneath me held me up and soon they had a rhythm. I reached down to my clit and stroked myself to an orgasm. I felt another deeper one building. I moaned as it approached.Heaven couldn’t be better. The guy in my pussy came. Another replaced him and soon they had the rhythm again. My orgasms continued as I moaned and screamed and spewed profanities without restraint.Three guys fucked my pussy before the guy in my ass declared he.