A Stormi Night - chapter 1 - Sex Stories

A Stormi Night - chapter 1

... figured it being boozier than usual would be fine, since I didn’t want to throw it out and start over. I poured our chocolatey sweet drinks into two large beer mugs, so we wouldn’t need to run up and down the stairs for refills.

Instead of just sitting on the sofa and waiting for her in the basement rec room, I did a few things I thought she’d like. I noticed a candy cane leftover from Christmas by the bar and remembered she loved them. Since they were nearly pure sugar and wouldn’t go bad for years, I put it on the table next to her mug. I lit two candelabras at the bar, then brought three candles to the coffee table and lit them. I turned down the lights, put wood in the fireplace, and started a fire to drive away the chill and give the room a more relaxed atmosphere.

As I closed the glass doors in front of the fire I heard, “Eek! The floor down here is really cold!” Stormi was standing on the bottom step. I could see her smooth pretty legs from her toes to the bottom of the pink bath robe she wore, just above her knees.

I commented, “If you’re cold, there’s a longer robe in the hall bathroom upstairs.”

“I know, but I like pink better than gray.”

I walked over and said, “Hop on, I’ll give you a piggyback ride.” I leaned forward a bit and she climbed on my back. Her arms wrapped around me and some of her damp hair brushed the side of my face. I asked, “Do you remember the first time you stayed over here and I gave you a ride?”

“A long, long time ago. I ...

... think I was eight?” She climbed off, stepping onto the thick shag carpet covering a third of the room, then sat on the couch.

I sat next to her and replied, “No, the year I bought the house and your little sister Summer was born, you were an extremely mature six. You wanted to have coffee with me at breakfast. You were in such a hurry to grow up.”

She smiled and leaned on me as we reminisced, “You gave me chocolate milk with a little coffee in it, and you started telling people I was your little lady instead a girl or a kid. That was so cool!” She picked up her mug and took a sip of cocoa. “Mmmm! Good, but it’s really strong.”

“The bottle of Irish crème was rebellious, like your parents say you are.” We giggled a little. “Extra spilled into the pan, but it still tastes good, right?”

She drank some more and smiled. “So good! Mom doesn’t let us have sugar at home.”

“I want you to be healthy, but a little treat once in a while won’t hurt.”

I wrapped an arm over her shoulders as she took a cig from the pack on the coffee table and said, “I’m so glad I can smoke down here.” I held her hair away from the candles and stared at her mouth intently, as she leaned down and sucked, lighting her long white cigarette from the tip of a candle flame. The motions of her cheeks and mouth put naughty thoughts in my mind. I handed her the candy cane. “I’d rather you suck on these instead, but seeing you happy warms my heart.”

She sighed. “Awh! That’s why you’re my favorite ...