This story is a departure from the Angels series although it involves some of the same characters. It was inspired by a fan. It's been a pleasure to write in response to a request from a special friend. I welcome similar requests and will do my best to comply. As always, All characters are over the age of eighteen. Enjoy!
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Normally I really don't enjoy opening my mail. There's the usual flow of bills. It's not that I don't have the money to pay them; it's just a chore that is no fun for me. So I pass on the job to the bank. They've created a department just for folks like me who would rather pay a fee for the service, than to go through the constant exercise of sending money to people. But I still have to open the mail to see what's there and then pass it on. Then there's the mountain of junk mail and catalogues. Most of that is easily recognizable and so it goes directly into the wastebasket by my desk. Trish and the girls enjoy some of the catalogues so I do put them in a pile and let them decide which to throw away first. But I rarely read them.
I shouldn't complain. I have a wife and two daughters who are the loves of my life. We have a relationship that is filled with love and respect for each other. I have plenty of money. The only time that I ever bought a lottery ticket in my life, I won millions. I live in paradise. Sedona Arizona is a place that five million tourists come to visit every year and I get to be here all the time. The weather is perfect, and the scenery is spectacular. Life is good.
I have a sister who lives in Cleveland. She's five years older than me and she's married to a doctor who believes he's God's gift to the world. I've never known a bigger egomaniac. My folks never liked him either, but he's rather wealthy and he takes good care of Jan and their two boys, and they've been married for over fifteen years, so I guess they're happy. My parents moved to Cleveland many years ago to be close to Jan and their grandchildren. They always favored her and since she married well and produced grandchildren, they kind of shunned me when I decided to pursue a career in massage therapy. They implied that I didn't have the drive to make more of myself in life like my asshole brother in law. So our relationship was strained at best. Then when I won the lottery they tried to repair the damage they'd done to our relationship, but it was too late. So for the past several years I've had minimal communication with my parents and my sister. I've kind of written off my parents, but I still regret not being able to be closer to Jan. We had a normal childhood and I always looked up to her. I just never liked Brad from when she first started dating him, and that's when we kind of drifted apart.
So I was surprised to see a letter from her in my normally depressing stack of mail. I glanced through the stack but couldn't resist opening hers first. She began by reminding me that she too regretted our estranged relationship and she missed being able to communicate with me. She went on to tell me that she and Brad were divorcing. The scenario sounded familiar. He had a young girlfriend and was tired of being married to Jan. His life was focused on his Porsche and himself. The boys were grown up enough to realize what was going on and they were disliking him more and more each day. She figured to do well enough in the divorce financially to put the boys through college and live comfortably for the rest of her life, but the whole thing was going to be ugly until it was over, which would likely be a year or more. Our parents were being supportive but she was basically asking me to come and visit her so that we could mend our severed relations and try to start over.
It was a pretty heavy letter to read and although it angered me at first I reread it and tried to figure out how to respond. That's when Trish walked in. She was arriving home from her day at the salon where she cuts hair. She still loves doing it and enjoys the social aspect. Obviously she doesn't need the money, but since it makes her happy, I encourage her to keep it up.
'Hi honey!' she greeted me with a hug and a kiss. 'I see you're doing your favorite chore.' She added sarcastically. 'Anything interesting?'
I handed her the letter. Trish knows all about my family and why we don't communicate. She read the letter and then looked at me.
'So what are you going to do?'
'I don't know. What do you think I should do?'
'Why don't you go? It would be good to see your sister again. She needs you right now. It's not like she's asking for money. She needs you, her brother. She needs your moral support. You can give her strength that she can't find anywhere else.'
Trish always has such keen insight. And she knows how to lay it on the line.
'You're right.' I told her. 'But I really don't want to go by myself. Would you come with me?'
'Rob you know I can't just leave Teri and Tracy here alone. And I have all my regular customers.'
I knew she was right.
The phone rang. Trish picked it up.
'Hello... Hi Sue. How are you? Yeah, he's here. He's trying to figure out whether he should go visit his sister in Cleveland. Tell him he should go.'
She grinned and handed me the phone.
'Hi Sue.'
'Hey dude! I didn't know you have a sister in Cleveland. How come you never talk about her?'
'It's a long story, but it's mostly because of her asshole husband.'
'So are you planning a trip to see her?'
'Well I just got a letter from her and she wants me to come. But I don't want to go by myself.'
'Trish can't go?'
'No, she's got her job and Teri and Tracy need her here at home. I mean they're old enough to survive without us for a week or two, but Trish doesn't even know my sister, so I can understand that she doesn't want to go.'
'Hey, I'll go with you if you want some company. I've always wanted to go to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. I hear it's really cool. And maybe I could go visit my friend Nikki. She lives up near Niagara Falls. That's not too far from Cleveland.'
'Who's Nikki?' I asked, as if I was supposed to know every one of Sue's friends.
'Oh I've told you about Nikki. She's my cyber friend. We met on line and we've been chatting for a few years now. I showed you her picture, remember?'
'Oh yeah! Nikki with the beautiful eyes and great tits! I know who you mean.'
Trish's eyes opened when she heard me mention great tits. She leaned over and put her hand in my lap. She started rubbing and instantly produced a hard on.
'Are you serious Sue? Would you go with me?'
'Sure, it'll be fun. Trish wouldn't mind, would she?'
I looked down at Trish who now had my dick in her mouth. 'Honey would you mind if I took Sue to Cleveland with me?'
She released me long enough to answer and ask, 'Sure, that's OK. Who's Nikki with the great tits?'