A Stormi Night - illustrated
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete
Chapter 4
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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, but not this time. Please consider a moment: If a sane person in the real world discovered family members fucking, what would they actually do?
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Drunk/Drugged Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Incest Uncle Niece Oral Sex Petting Illustrated
“I uh ... I think we had enough today.”
“Please, Uncle Pete? Just one glass?”
It was nearly impossible for me to refuse the sexy young redhead anything.
I sighed and answered, “Okay. Get a bottle of red from the bar. Red goes with meaty lasagna better than white.”
“Thanks, Pete! You’re the best!” She kissed my cheek and followed me upstairs with a large bottle. She was still wearing her new black panties and half-cup bustier, which left her small and perky nipples exposed. Even with oven mitts on her hands and a pack of cigarettes tucked into her cleavage, the sight was extremely arousing!
I didn’t like wine much and had been drinking beer half the day, so I cracked open another can and sat at the table. She dished out one large plate of lasagna and said, “We’ll share it, like a date.” As she sat on my lap, squeezing my slowly growing cock between our thighs, she set a large glass of wine on the table next to my beer.
She picked up a forkful of steaming hot lasagna, and held it near my lips as she blew to cool it. I loved the aroma, and loved seeing her luscious mouth so close to my face. When it was cool enough, I opened my mouth wide. I took the tomato-and-cheesy bite in my mouth, then kissed her lips. She opened her mouth, and I pushed about half the lasagna past her teeth. We chewed with our lips pressed together, then swallowed. I had a sip of beer and she took a large drink from her glass.
When I thought about it later, the total added up to nine or ten, maybe even eleven. She’d had at least nine drinks in four hours! I was close to twice her weight, and not counting the can I partially finished, my total was eight.
After we French-kissed our way through half a plateful of tasty pasta, I started fondling her nipples. They were already fully erect, like my penis. I moved away from her lips long enough to say, “Take off your panties.” She did as I opened the front of my robe and pulled my boxers down. She sat straddling me, with one of her thighs atop each of mine, and returned to French kissing me. I rocked my hips, sliding my rigid rod up and down the outside of her moist hairy slit. She moaned, “Ummmm! Please, Pete!”
I quickly thrust into her, but something felt wrong. There was a lot of resistance, but I knew she wasn’t a virgin. She exclaimed, “No! The tampon! OW!”
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