My Smoky Family
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
After class, I watched another video of the gorgeous blonde smoking, “C.A.S .35”
She wore white pants and a black sleeveless top. I noticed pink lip gloss, mascara, and a bit of other makeup. It enhanced her beauty well. As she sat, Dad asked, “I see you’re not wearing your purity ring. Did you lose it?”
She suddenly looked very nervous. “Na ... no. I gave it to my boyfriend.” She giggled.
I understood her subtext, she wasn’t a virgin anymore. From the blush in his cheeks, Dad understood, too. She looked happy but very ashamed. He asked, “Jokes are a good way to relieve tension. Do you know any?”
“Where does a one-legged waitress work?” She took a puff.
She breathed out a long thin stream of white, then said, “I HOP”
She smiled as Dad and I chuckled.
“What’s her name?” She inhaled again, held it a moment, then exhaled a puffy cloud.
“Peg.”
Dad laughed harder than I did. “Hahaha! That’s terrible! But kind of funny.”
She reached to the shelf for more cigarettes and held up a pack of Virginia Slim 120’s for the camera. “I switched brands. I learned to enjoy sucking the long ones, like dating.”
In the video Dad sprayed a mouthful of coffee across the room. At the same time, I nearly choked on my sandwich. All three of us laughed uncontrollably, Dad, the smoky blonde beauty, and I. They started laughing again any time they looked at each other.
When Dad finally relaxed, he said, “That was fun, but back to the interview. How old were you when you started smoking?”
She lit up and took a deep drag, then released a cloud saying, “Thirteen, I told you before.”
“And you’re eighteen and a half now?”
“Yes.”
“Does the cigarette taste or smell any different when you exhale out your nose?”
“Not really.”
“Does it make you feel cool?”
“No, I’m always cool.” They smiled at the same time, staring in each other’s eyes. Five seconds went by, ten, fifteen, before they finally blinked. I’d love to stare into her gorgeous blue-green eyes up close. Or watch her sucking on something. Or grab her and make love to her all night!
My red-haired sister Cassondra walked in, so I quickly yanked my hand out of my jeans. She gave a knowing smile but didn’t tease me, for a change.
In the video, Dad asked, “Do you think maybe thirteen is too young to start smoking?”
The beauty on screen replied, “By the time I was fourteen all my friends smoked. My dad said he started when he was 13. Mom started at 13, too.”
My sister Cassondra asked, “Who is that?”
“I don’t know, but she’s pretty, right?”
“Yeah. Nice.”
The other beauty, on the screen, said, “My sister didn’t smoke until she was nineteen and quit after a year, but she’s crazy, a mad cow.” She held two large round pillows over her modest breasts and crossed her eyes. “MOO!”
Dad, my sister, and I laughed and laughed, as the session ended. Cass asked, “She looks like Mom. Well ... your mom.”
“No, but a little similar,” I disagreed.
“You like watching her smoke?”
I bashfully admitted, “Yeah. So beautiful.” I replaced video C.A.S .35 with C.A.S .37.
“I know. Is this another one with the same girl?” A new phase of our relationship began, polite and civilized, instead of petty sibling rivalry.
In the next video the gorgeous blonde wore sandals, jean shorts, and a short-sleeved purple top with glitter around the collar. She had on a black necklace with ten or so small purple stones on individual pendants. When she moved, we could see a slight bit of her white bra.
She smiled and told Dad, “It’s chilly out, but I thought you’d like shorts again.” She smiled.
He agreed, “Nice! I set up a website for videos of the ladies I interview. No nudity or anything weird. I’ll need more videos with you wearing different clothes. Next time can you wear a skirt or a dress with high heels? Maybe next week?”
“Two weeks, on Monday again. I’m busy with work and some things, but okay.” She smiled and said, “You got better pillows for the couch. Cool.” She laid on her back on the sofa and lit up.
I felt a movement in my boxers as I viewed her smooth legs and watched her smoke.
My redheaded sister touched a finger to her lips, then adjusted her bra.
Dad told a little too much of the truth. “I got two new cameras with better resolution, too, so the smoke and your beautiful hair will show more clearly. And a polarized filter, so the shine on your pretty lips...”
She interrupted, “So you enjoy how I look? Do you think I’m sexy?”
He blushed and admitted, “Yes. Very.”
I strongly agreed.
The blonde continued, “I asked if you wanted a date before. On a date you could talk to me, watch me smoke, even kiss me. Maybe more than kiss me. You won’t take me on a date, but you’re paying a hundred bucks just to record me smoking?”
“Um ... yes.”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head a little. “That is TOO messed up!”
I disagreed. I hated the smell, but would happily pay to watch her smoke all day.
Cassondra and I watched her blow smoke rings for another half cigarette as she reclined on the couch. She put out her nearly dead cig, lit another, and asked, “Why do you have to be like that?”
“Like what?” Dad asked.
“You don’t want to be with me, but you look like you’re starving and I’m a candy bar. Could you just leave the cameras on, and go do something else?”
Dad simped and apologized at the same time. “Sorry. I ... you’re just so very beautiful. Lovely. You really are.”
I was shocked my sister sighed and nodded.
I asked, “You like girls, Cass?”
My ‘sister’ answered, “Well ... maybe a little bit. But I like guys more, I think.’
The pretty blonde on screen smiled but walked out, then the vid ended.
I played another.
She cried and her makeup was smeared by tears. “My mom and dad are getting divorced! Can you give me a hug? Just hold me, please?”
“Sure, come here.” Dad held his arms out and hugged her. They sat on the sofa and cuddled while she smoked.
I forced myself to keep my hands away from my crotch. Even sad, she was gorgeous.
She continued, “Dad’s still working on the oil rig, so I can’t live with him. Mom is moving two states away! I’ll miss all my friends and have to get a new job. This is going to suck!”
“I’m so sorry, sweetie.” He gently patted her back.
She asked, “You like me, and you think I’m beautiful, right?”
“Yes.”
“And you have a house and pay lots of people for interviews. You must have lots of money or a good job?”
“More money than I need. Much more. Why?”
“I know you want to kiss me and make love to me. Would you marry me? I’ll break up with my boyfriend. Please?”
Dad thought a while before he asked, “Why don’t you marry your boyfriend?”
“I’m nineteen but he’s only eighteen. He said he might marry me when he’s twenty-one, but I can’t wait! Mom moves next month!”
“Cassie, I ... Nothing would make me happier, but I can’t. I’m so sorry, Cassie.”
She ran out crying, and there were tears forming at the corners of his eyes.
I was frustrated with my father. Stupid! Dad was SO STUPID! If a girl that sexy asks to marry you, always say YES!
We’d seen a few photos of her when we were little kids, but never met Cassondra Angelique Schmidt, since she died before I was born.
My ‘sister’ exclaimed, “CASSIE! Is she ... your grandmother!”
I realized she was! “OHMIGAWD!” I’d jerked off to her videos at least twenty times! I had a crush on GRANDMA! “I ... I think I’m gonna be sick.” I shambled to the bathroom, overloaded with shame and disgust.
That night after supper, I went to my room and did some homework. I’d left the door open and Cassondra knocked on the frame.
“Come in.”
“You thought your grandmother was sexy?”
“GAWD! I didn’t know who she was!”
“It’s okay. I ah ... kind of did too. Hehehe!”
I asked, “How many have you had sex with, boys and girls?”
Her cheeks slowly turned red as her hair. “Um ... nobody. You?”
I wasn’t exactly sure, but halved my best guess, “Eight or nine, all girls.”
“Including Aunt Neta ... err, including my mom?”
I was embarrassed but angry. “She and Aunt Sherry told you!”
“NO! I heard you through their bedroom door. I thought it was just you and Mom.”
Her calm and curious tone surprised me. Most times she or my other sister Felicia would tease me any chance they got. Instead of being snarky, she calmly asked, “What were you doing when I walked in, before?”
“Um ... I ah...”
“I had sex ed class, too. You were masturbating. It’s okay. I ah ... heard that some girls do it, too.”
I poked her shoulder lightly. “You HEARD it? How many times a week do you DO it?” I grinned as she cringed.
“Ah ... sometimes. Less than you. I can hear you when I’m in our bathroom.” I sighed with shame, but she was civil, asking, “Can I ah ... watch you sometime? I never uh ... saw a guy nude.”
“What? You never saw porn? And you want to see your brother naked? That’s so weird!”
“It’s not like we’re really related. We’re like step-sister and step-bro.”
I frowned, “Still, that’s so...”
“I’ll let you watch me, if you do?”
“DEAL!”
“Good. Strip. Right now.” Cassondra didn’t just ask; she commanded, her voice possessing a new, jagged edge of curiosity that made the hair on my arms stand up. She was leaning against the doorframe of my room, her red braids cascading over her shoulders like spilled wine. She didn’t look at me with the usual sibling disdain; instead, her eyes were wide and hungry, scanning my body as if I were a puzzle she was finally allowed to solve. “And put on another one of those videos. Your superhot granny.”
I hesitated, my hand hovering over the mouse. The thought of watching my grandmother, the legendary, smoking, sultry Cassie, while my “sister” watched me was a mental knot of taboo and arousal that left me dizzy. I felt a surge of hesitation, a flicker of instinctive shame, but it was extinguished the moment Cassondra’s fingers found the top button of her blouse.
She didn’t hesitate. She shut and locked the door, kicking her shoes off. With a slow, deliberate rhythm, she popped the buttons open, revealing the creamy expanse of her chest and the lace of a dark bra. She didn’t stop there. With a deft flick of her wrist, she reached back and unhooked the clasp, letting the garment fall away with a soft thwack against the carpet. Her midsize breasts were firm, topped with budding nipples that reacted to the chill of the room.
My hesitation vanished, replaced by a raw, electric urgency. I didn’t just want to see her nude and watch the movie; I wanted her to see me, desire me, crave me. I ripped my shirt over my head in one frantic motion and kicked off my jeans, stripping down to nothing but my skin. I stood there, exposed and pulsing, my gaze locked on hers for a heartbeat before I frantically pressed Play.