A Stormi Night - chapter 1 - Sex Stories

A Stormi Night - chapter 1

... answer it.

When I opened the door rain pelted me and a strong blast of wind pushed me away. In addition to the storm; an empty plastic bag, several leaves, and my oldest niece Stormi blew into the entryway. I shoved the door closed and locked it, then asked in surprise, “It’s after ten o’clock and raining like crazy! Why did you run all the way over here? It’s nine blocks.”

She panted briefly. Once she caught her breath she complained, “My parents SUCK! I HATE them! My asshole ex-boyfriend too!” I detected hurt and sadness in her voice instead of real anger. She hugged me tightly and her waterlogged jacket soaked the front of my shirt as she sobbed and shivered. Much of her wet red hair clung to her face and neck.

I patted her back to calm her, then kissed her forehead and said, “Take it easy. It’ll be okay, sweetness. You’re sopping wet. You must be freezing.” I instructed, “Go upstairs and get a hot shower to warm up. I’ll make us some cocoa and we’ll talk.”

She smiled a little and hopefully asked, “Irish cocoa?”

She wasn’t even close to 21 but my compassion and her pretty face inspired me to reply, “Okay. Anything for my favorite new graduate. Go warm up and I’ll meet you in the living room.” Since she and her cousins didn’t have any grandparents left, I’d taken over the task of spoiling them rotten.

She pushed her request even further, “How about in the rec room?”

I wasn’t a fan of smoking but I let her in my basement bar and recreation room, to ...

... avoid stinking up the rest of the house. “I guess a cigarette would help you relax. All right, sweetie.”

She told me, “Thanks, Uncle Pete! You’re the best!” Her pretty brown eyes sparkled a bit as she smiled, then she kissed my cheek. I told her, “I’m wet too, so I’m going to change quick. Meet you in the basement.” I glanced at the shape of her backside filling out her jeans when she turned and briskly climbed the stairs. I smiled realizing she really wasn’t a kid anymore.

His wife Helen and I didn’t get along at all, but after I swapped my wet clothes for slippers and a bath robe, I called my brother Frank. “Stormi is upset again, so I’m letting her stay here tonight.”

“Good! She’s impossible these days! It would be great if you could keep her a while. Maybe you can calm her down, so she won’t be such a bitch at home.”

I sighed. “Frank, you and Helen just don’t understand her the way I do. She has trouble sometimes, but she’s not a bad girl.”

He dubiously asked, “You’ve been drinking, right?” I hadn’t had a drop in weeks, so I laughed. He finished with, “Good night and good luck.”

“Night, bro.”

She loved cocoa and usually drank two cups, so I started making four cups of Irish cocoa on the stove. As I was pouring the Irish crème into the sauce pan, the dispenser top fell off and into the milk. Instead of four shots like I had intended, maybe nine or ten poured out by the time I noticed. I grumbled in annoyance as I fished out the bottle top with a spoon. I ...