............What a fucked up life this is I thought.I had taken my laptop to the states and on it I had photographs of Amanda and I in happier times, ...ome nights my heart would feel heavy at the loss, but I never let it show in my few emails to Amanda, I had been in the states about 5 months when I received a email from Susan saying how worried she was about Amanda it seemed she had lost a lot of weight and was in trouble keeping on top of her job so much so that she had been forced to take. I had to take her lips and I did. She tasted the same but I thought her response was a tad tentative. I pushed my tongue into her. There was no resistance. We separated if not for anything else but to affect a proper greeting. ‘So beautifully wonderful to see you again, sweetheart!’ I blabbered. She just smiled and I took note of her. Not a tiny bit of change in her appearance. She had cut her hair very short to a girlish bob. Her skin was still glowing with extended youth. She wore a very. I knew that she would refuse to eat at the table with us, but I went anyway. I walked up the stairs to the attic door and went inside. My sister had recently turned it into her own personal area. We had previously used it for storing extra furniture, but she had rearranged it into a cozy space. There was a wide open area, with a fridge (which always smelled horrible) and a couch, a small room which Lori used as her bedroom, and a tiny bathroom. Considering that I was 12 and my sister was 17, I. . then began trembling violently as her door opened and her father came in, closing the door behind him.“Pull your panties down”, he told her quietly. His voice, distant and unfeeling, compelled her to obey. Squeezing her eyes tightly closed so she wouldn’t have to look at him, her breath shuddered as she slowly slid her panties down. She felt his heavy weight pressing down on her as once again, she felt something pushed roughly inside of her. She whimpered as his hand covered her mouth,.