A Stormi Night - chapter 2 - Sex Stories

A Stormi Night - chapter 2

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I woke slightly hungover. I was laying on my side, with my chin touching my niece Stormi’s navel. I opened one of my eyes and immediately regretted it, as a couple of pubic hairs touched my eyeball. I blinked rapidly then closed it, trying to stay still so that I wouldn’t wake her. I could feel a blanket covering us from my knees down to her knees. Or up to her knees? My blurry mind was unsure. I felt her breath warming my lower abdomen as she exhaled between quiet snores.

I woke a little further and considered what we had done the previous night, and what I should do about it. A blowjob wouldn’t put a baby in her and neither would cunnilingus, which was a big relief. Despite my niece’s requests the previous night, I knew we should never marry or have kids, and the family and the law would never tolerate that. I knew her parents wouldn’t mind if she stayed over again, and my body would be more than happy for a repeat. Her father, my brother Frank, probably wouldn’t care if I kept her a year, so long as he didn’t know about us being intimate. Her mother Helen might complain about Stormi not doing her housekeeping chores if she was gone more than a few days, though. She might even suspect I was up to something nefarious, if I wasn’t careful.

I noticed Stormi was awake when something warm and wet slid across the tip of my penis. She sucked the head and some of my soft shaft into her mouth, as she moved a hand between her legs. I moaned and told her, “Mmmmm! That’s ...

... nice.” The stressful thoughts faded from my mind as she sucked my sleepy snake and it slowly stiffened. The hand between her legs rubbed my ear and something of hers too, as she continued to suck and lick me. “Yeah. So good, Stormi.”

My rod left her mouth and the hand touching my ear jerked upward. I was jolted to full wakefulness when she screeched, “YEEEEK!”

I rolled off the bed and backed away from her as she exclaimed, “NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!”

I ran down the hall to my bedroom in a panic, thinking rapidly. I grabbed a pair of shorts and stepped into them, wondering, ‘Why did she change her mind and freak out? What did I do wrong? She wanted to screw me pretty badly last night.’ I heard running footsteps, then the bathroom door closed as I turned around.

I walked down the hall and worriedly asked, “Stormi, are you all right? I’m so sorry about last night. If we didn’t drink so much, I never would have…”

She sounded quite upset as she replied, “Just… just give me a little while, okay?”

I said through the bathroom door, “Sure, um… I’ll go make some breakfast.”

I got dressed, then worried a lot as I cooked. Would she run home and tell her parents? Was she upset enough to tell the police I raped her? Was I going to jail? Or PRISON! She was a few months past 18, so at least it wouldn’t be statutory rape or child abuse. I struggled to remember every detail of the night before. I couldn’t recall anything I might have done to hurt her, or even hurt her feelings, ...