A Stormi Night - illustrated
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete
Chapter 9 - Making Love at Last!
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 9 - Making Love at Last! - 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 Incest Uncle Niece Oral Sex Petting Smoking Illustrated
Stormi and I walked upstairs holding hands. Wynter was sitting in the recliner in a gray bathrobe, brushing her long blonde hair. Stormi took her purse to the bathroom, and we heard water running soon after. I imagined what she was doing, alone in the shower with her dildo.
Wynter quietly told me, “Be careful, Stormi’s a little crazy.”
“What?”
“Last month she got detention for throwing a notebook at a teacher. And the day before graduation, she slapped a girl who called her a slut.”
I assured Wynter, “Stormi’s spontaneous and a little wild, but we’re in love. We’ll be fine.” Saying the words made me wonder if they were true. “I’ll pull out the couch and get some blankets.”
Wynter slept under a quilt in the recliner. I laid on the sofa bed, and drifted off to sleep waiting for Stormi.
She roused me by grabbing my penis, and shoved her new cell phone into my face. She whispered, “Everybody’s asleep, and my toy didn’t do it. Watch me and my old boyfriend. I’ll get you ready.”
I woke up enough to realize, “We shouldn’t. If anybody catches us...”
“Shhh! The risk makes it even better!””
The guy’s cock on her phone was much smaller than mine, but watching her lick and suck it was quite exciting. She crawled under the blanket and moved her face to my groin. Arousal defeated my caution, so I didn’t try to stop her. She sucked my cockhead into her mouth, as the guy on screen bent her former self over and rode her from behind. I smiled when he went off, cumming after a few dozen strokes. I knew I could do it better, far better.
After some joyous oral sex, she crawled up and whispered in my ear, “He’s nice and hard. Stick him in me.”
I muttered, “Condoms in my bedroom...”
She reminded me, “It’s okay, I have the implant.”
I penetrated her slick slit raw, with nothing between our hot sexflesh. I only entered a couple of inches at first, and pulled back a little. I carefully took a pleasant longer stroke. “If it hurts, just tell me to stop.” I kept thrusting slowly, and gently rubbed the upper third of her labia.
“Mmmm. More!”
