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A Stormi Night - chapter 4
Date: 8/4/2024, Categories: Fiction Incest Male/Teen Female Romance Author: Limnophile, Source: sexstories.com
- As we helped each other half-stagger from the basement sofa toward the stairs, my niece Stormi looked at the bar and asked, “I’ve never tried wine before. Can we have some with dinner?” “I uh… I think you had enough today.” “Please, Uncle Pete? Just one glass?” It was nearly impossible for me to refuse the sexy young redhead anything. I sighed and answered, “Okay. Get a bottle of red from the bar. Red goes with meaty lasagna better than white.” “Thanks, Pete! You’re the best!” She kissed my cheek and followed me upstairs with a large bottle. She was still wearing her new black panties and half-cup bustier, which left her small and perky nipples exposed. Even with oven mitts on her hands and a pack of cigs tucked into her cleavage, the sight was extremely arousing. I didn’t like wine much and had been drinking beer half the day, so I cracked open another can and sat at the table. She dished out one large plate of lasagna and said, “We’ll share it, like a date.” As she sat on my lap, squeezing my slowly growing cock between our thighs, she set a large glass of wine on the table next to my beer. She picked up a forkful of steaming hot lasagna and held it near my lips as she blew to cool it. I loved the aroma, and loved seeing her luscious mouth so close to my face. When it was cool enough, I opened my mouth wide. I took the tomato-and-cheesy bite in my mouth, then kissed her lips. She opened her mouth, and I pushed about half the lasagna past her teeth. We ...
... chewed with our lips pressed together, then swallowed. I had a sip of beer and she took a large drink from her glass. When I thought about it later, the total added up to nine or ten, maybe even eleven. She’d had at least nine drinks in four hours! I was close to twice her weight, and not counting the can I partially finished, my total was eight. After we French-kissed our way through half a plateful of tasty pasta, I started fondling her nipples. They were already fully erect, like my penis. I moved away from her lips long enough to say, “Take off your panties.” She did as I opened the front of my robe, then sat straddling me, with one of her thighs atop each of mine. As we returned to French kissing, I rocked my hips, sliding my rigid rod up and down her vulva. She moaned, “Ummmm! Please, Pete!” I quickly thrust into her, but something felt wrong. There was a lot of resistance at first, but I knew she wasn’t a virgin. She exclaimed, “No! The tampon! OW!” She was on her way to the bathroom by the time I finished apologizing. “Sorry! I’m sorry! Are you okay?” “Gimme a minute!” “Do you want some help?” “Ow! Oh no! The cramps are back, too! Ugh!” I asked, “What ah… what do you need?” “I can’t get it out! The string came off and I can’t reach it!” “I… I have long fingers?” “Urrh! The cramping! Mom’s a doctor. I need my Mom. Take me home.” “Okay. I’ll get your clothes from upstairs.” “The robe. Pants would be bad.” “Sure, sure. No problem.” ...