A Stormi Night - illustrated
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete
Chapter 7
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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 parked in Rod’s driveway. His daughters waved, then climbed in the truck beside me. “Hi.” “Hi, Uncle Pete.”
I teased the eleven year old, “So Sunny, how many boyfriends do you have now? Five? Six? I forgot.”
She blushed a bit, but loudly objected, “Eeeew! Boys are gross!”
Her big sister and I chuckled a little. I asked, “And what do you want from your gross uncle, for your birthday?”
She giggled and requested, “Hehehe! No, you’re nice. Can I get a phone? Mom and Dad won’t buy me one ‘til I’m fourteen.”
Wynter chimed in. “You don’t need one. The only person you’d call is Summer, and she lives next door. You’re already with her like fifty-seven hours a day.”
“Well, but what if I have an emergency? Or if we need to talk in the middle of the night? Hey, there she is!” She pointed to the house next door. My niece who was already twelve ran across the yard, and I rolled my window down.
I greeted her, “Hi, Summer.”
“Can I come, too, Uncle Pete? Please?”
Sunny pleaded, “Please? Please, Uncle Pete?”
I sighed. “Sure. Why not? Sit in Wynter’s lap.”
She climbed in her older cousin’s lap, then slid over and sat on Sunny, who hugged her from behind. Summer rested her hands on Sunny’s and smiled. They told each other “I missed you.” “I missed you, too.”
Like their parents, I thought it was great they got along so well. Wynter sighed. “Really? You saw each other at lunch.”
“But we’re best friends.” “Yeah, she’s my BFF!”
I backed out of the driveway and said, “This is gonna be extra crowded. We need to pick up Stormi, too.”
Winter complained, “Awh, great!”
At Stormi’s friend’s house on Pine, I parked and knocked on the door. A girl a little older than Stormi opened it with a smoldering cigarette in her hand. Her hair was shoulder long, bright pink on her right side, and blue-green on the left. She wore jeans with a lot of holes in them and a black and white Jack Daniels T-shirt. “Yeah?”
“Hi. I’m Stormi’s uncle Pete. Is she here?”
“I’m Jackie. She got tired of waiting and went home.”
“Okay. Thanks.” I sighed and walked back to the truck. I picked up a phone for Summer on the way to Sunny and Stormi’s house. I dreaded the chance of a confrontation with Helen, and asked, “Wynter, can you go get Stormi, please?”