A Stormi Night - illustrated
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete
Chapter 10 - Wrecking Each Other
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Wrecking Each Other - Stormi runs to Uncle Pete for comfort, then seduces him. This is quite realistic, instead of the thousands of stories which are "Sex twice a page wankfests." I've written many of those and they have their place, but not this time.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Drunk/Drugged Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Sharing Incest Uncle Niece Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Smoking Illustrated
The sports drink slipped from my fingers and splashed onto the ground, just like my peace of mind when I looked at the highly pornographic pictures again and reread Helen’s text. Enrique yelled something about a saw, but I barely heard him. My thumb hovered over the screen, caught between disgust and morbid fascination.
That woman had spent most of two decades treating me like something she scraped off her shoe, and now this? Fake. Had to be. But the details, the mole above her left nipple, the way Frank’s wedding band glinted in the dim bedroom light, those weren’t things you could Photoshop convincingly during a lunch break.
A cold sweat prickled my neck. A memory of Stormi complaining echoed in my head, “Mom’s such a scheming bitch!” from that night she’d stumbled into my house, rain-soaked and furious. Bullseye!
As I stared at the pictures again, suddenly I got a call. From Helen!
I chucked the phone onto the passenger seat of my truck. Let it vibrate itself to death! FUCK her!
Whatever game Helen was playing, she dragged my brother into it. And that, that was a line even she shouldn’t have crossed.
The rest of the workday blurred into hammer strikes and the bitter tang of fresh-cut lumber. My hands moved on autopilot, measuring two-by-fours, driving nails, while my mind churned. Enrique shot me odd looks when I misfired the pneumatic gun and sent a three-inch nail ricocheting off a steel bracket. “Ey, cabron, you trying to kill somebody?” he joked, dodging. I forced a laugh in reply.
When I climbed in my truck to leave, a new text from Stormi blinked on my phone screen. “Hurry home! I’m SO HORNY!”
By the time I pulled into the driveway, I was half hard and the sunset had bled out behind the hills. I was hungry for food, but even hungrier for her body. Stormi’s silhouette filled the doorway before I’d even cut the engine, barefoot in that pink robe, one hip cocked, a cigarette dangling from her lips. She exhaled smoke slowly as I approached, then stubbed it out on the porch railing. “Took you long enough,” she murmured, fingers already working my belt buckle. The robe gaped open as she pressed against me; no panties, just the scent of vanilla body wash and something darker, muskier.
I barely got the door locked before she shoved me against it, her mouth hot and insistent. Her teeth grazed my lower lip hard enough to sting. “Fuck me like you mean it,” she breathed, guiding my hand between her thighs. Slick heat greeted my fingers. “All day, thinking about you, Christ, Pete, I’m dripping! I’m gonna wreck you for other women.”
She came the first time with my tongue between her legs, her thighs clamping my ears as she arched off the couch. The second orgasm hit when I pinned her wrists and fucked her slow and deep, watching her pupils dilate. By the third, her riding me reverse-cowgirl, my hands gripping her hips, she’d gone hoarse from screaming. “Gonna fuck ‘til you don’t want anybody else, ever!” She gasped, her inner muscles fluttering around me.
I lasted longer than I expected, considering. When I finally spilled into her with a groan, she collapsed atop me, sweaty and spent. Her laughter tickled my collarbone. “Told you I’d wreck you,” she murmured, trailing kisses up my neck. She went to the basement for a smoke. I made a couple of sandwiches and ate with her, then I led toward the stairs. My phone buzzed on the coffee table. Helen’s name flashed.
Stormi reached for the phone as I said, “Ignore it.” But the damage was done. She saw the pictures her mother sent me at lunchtime, and the new one.
Stormi’s fingers froze and her facial muscles tightened. “You’re fucking kidding!” The glow from my phone screen painted her face sickly blue in the mostly dark room.
