My Smoky Family
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Sequel to the Limnophile story "My Smoky Ladies". Like his dad, Craig Junior has a smoking fetish. His sisters inherited their mothers' thirst for nicotine. If you don't like vapes or smoking, this obviously isn't the story for you. Cover picture is Aunt Sherry, when she was 21.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Mult Teenagers Blackmail Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School Incest Brother Sister Niece Aunt Nephew Group Sex First Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism Smoking Prostitution
The next day I added many more videos to the site, about a hundred. One girl caught my attention by the balls and never let go.
A terribly beautiful blonde girl was only around fifteen. She wore jeans, white basketball shoes, and a mostly-black top over a white T-shirt. The only exposed skin was her face, neck, hands, and lower arms. With a cigarette in her mouth, that was more than enough to arouse me. She had a ‘purity ring’ on her finger. Her red fingernails were short and slightly jagged, like she had nervously chewed on them. My dad asked her, “Would you like a cola, orange juice, lemonade?”
“Cola please.”
When he returned from the bar fridge on the far side of the basement, she was smoking and tapping a finger on the table. He handed her a can of cola and asked, “Are you nervous? You don’t need to worry about anything here.”
“No, it’s my boyfriend. Just stupid boy stuff. Do you have more questions for me?” She rocked her head back suddenly, flipping her very long blonde hair away from her pretty face, and making her breasts bounce a little beneath her blouse. She smoothed the hair away from her ears, showing off long sparkly earrings. I’d love to play with those sexy, perfect breasts! The chests of most girls that age were half the size.
He reminded her, “You understand anything you say here is confidential. I won’t tell anybody, and nobody in town will ever see the video.”
“Yeah. You told me before.” She exhaled long white lines of smoke through her nostrils, then stood up. “I hurt my knee in gym class. I’m gonna stretch my leg.” I saw a little of her midriff. She tugged the bottom of her T-shirt down to cover her narrow strip of exposed abdomen. She sat on the hardwood floor and rubbed her knee through her jeans.
The camera pointed toward her again and Dad asked, “Is there anything you wish you could tell your parents, but you can’t?”
A playful and naughty expression appeared on her face. “Yeah.” She held up her middle finger, making me chuckle. She took another puff and smiled. “Sucks you have to be 20 to buy cigarettes now. Mom lets my stupid sister smoke just because she’s 20. She doesn’t even have a job, but Mom buys them for her!”
He failed to explain, “Well, there are reasons for age limits...”
She interrupted him. “This is kind of a job, right? You’re paying me.”
“Fifty per interview. It’s employment, in a way,” Dad agreed.
She looked into the camera and brazenly spoke. “I’m a pro! I’m a professional smoker!” I hated the toxic stink of tobacco smoke, but would happily pay to watch her suck on cigarettes all day! I couldn’t resist the temptation, and rubbed myself through my pants. She puffed and blew a dense cloud toward the camera, then smirked and took another puff. “Your precious baby angel smokes, Dad! What do you think of that? I kissed a boy too! A bunch of times!” Her rebellious declaration and defiant smirk excited me.
She took another big puff and slowly exhaled through her nostrils. “My boyfriend stares at my TITS a lot, and I know he wants to FUCK me.” I wanted to fuck her, too. So much!
She smiled and took another puff. “Maybe I’ll let him next time. How would you like that, Mom?” She held her middle finger up for the camera again and covered it in a cloud as the video ended. She was a sexy and confident young woman trying to escape her prior innocence. She was too young, but I’d risk jail just to kiss her.
I watched it three more times, until I soiled my shorts. GAWD! She had such a pretty face, especially her luscious mouth! A blowjob from her would be AMAZING!
I took a break for lunch and was happy to find another video with her smoking when I went back to ‘work.’ It was labeled “CAS29”.There were only one or two of most of the other girls, three or four of some of the prettier ones. To record twenty-nine videos of her, Dad must have liked her as much as I did.
He asked her, “When did you have your last cigarette?
“Over a whole day!” She looked at the clock on the wall and thought a moment. “30 hours.”
“Describe what the withdrawal feels like, please?”
“It SUCKS! I have a headache. I’m nervous and kind of angry for no reason. If I don’t stop them, my fingers twitch. I feel like I have bugs crawling on my arms and legs. I just ate, but I still feel hungry. Not really hungry, more like I need to chew on something.”
“I’m sorry. That sounds terrible. Here.” He put a pack of Marlboro 100s on bar near her.
She took the gum out of her mouth and dropped it in the trash. “I usually smoke regulars, if you have some.”
“I do if you don’t like the 100s, but please try one.”
“Okay.” She pulled a long white cigarette from the pack and put the tan filter end between her lips. I saw her hand shake a little as she lit it. She took several rapid puffs and her frown slowly changed to a big smile. “Aaah! I needed that SO BAD! These taste the same. I like them.”
“I’m glad. I think the longer ones look elegant. More delicate and feminine, and they last longer. I’ll record you smoking a couple and you can ‘steal’ a few more packs.”
I agreed with his opinion, the long white ones were strangely sexy between her fingers. I thought she might handle a penis the same way. I realized she must be at least fifty by now, though, maybe sixty, since the video was recorded two decades before I was born, and she was in high school at the time.
She smiled with joy. “Cool!”
“Your mother likes menthols. Have you tried them?”
“I got started on menthols, Salems that I sneaked from Mom. I don’t like menthol much though. They remind me of cough medicine and being sick.”
“Nice necklaces. Did you make them?”
“Yeah.” She held up the one with mostly black beads and a few colored ones. “I made them for how I felt. I used to be super-sad ALL THE TIME, but it’s not so bad lately, probably since I started smoking.”
I knew nicotine was a mood stabilizer, but risking the many harms of tobacco to help with depression was like shooting heroin to cure boredom.
“This necklace reminds me there are some good things. The pink bead is for my grandma. These three are my friends. This blue one is for you.”