1. A Stormi Night - chapter 2


    Date: 8/14/2024, Categories: Fiction Blowjob Incest Older Male / Female, Author: Limnophile 

    ... other than declining intercourse.

She looked quite timid and fearful as she slowly walked into the kitchen, wearing her pink bath robe. I tried to smile as I said, “I made fried ham and blueberry pancakes. Remember when we went picking raspberries with your sister and cousins? The rest of us had pails nearly full, but your cousin Wynter only had half a pail, juice all over her face and hands, and a belly ache from eating too many.”

She chuckled before replying, “That was fun. I remember, Uncle Pete, but… but I have a problem. An embarrassing one.”

“If it’s about last night, I’m so sorry…”

She started an extremely unusual breakfast conversation, and a shopping list. “No, last night was great! I… I got my stupid period! I thought it would be three more days…”

“I know Wynter keeps pads in the upstairs bathroom closet. Don’t you leave some in there too?”

“Usually, but last time I forgot to get more. I grabbed one of hers, but…” She hung her head low in embarrassment.

I assured her, “You can tell me anything. What’s wrong?”

“They’re only the light ones, and there were only two. I need…”

“I know which ones you usually use. Do you want to pick them up when I drive you home? I’ll give you some money.”

She put a fingertip in the corner of her mouth. “I really don’t want to go home. Is it okay if…”

“You know you’re more than welcome here, sweetness, anytime. I’ll go get what you need and be back soon.”

“Great! Um… and I want to try tampons too, the ...
    ... light ones and maybe mediums. And more cigarettes, please? I’m almost out.”

I sighed. “I don’t like you smoking, but okay.”

“And I have another problem. The bra I wore here last night is still wet, and a little small.”

I could feel myself start to blush as I said, “I guess I can get a couple of those too.” It had been a long time since I’d washed any of her laundry. I tried to remember… “Size 32 A?”

Suddenly her face was redder than mine. “No, Wynter’s a 32. I’m a 36 C now.”

“Even better! Much better! See you soon.” I chuckled as she covered her face with her hands. On the way out I reminded her, “Don’t forget the basement floor is cold. If you go smoke, put something on your feet.”

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I was uncomfortable shopping for pads and tampons and got it over with as quickly as I could. At the checkout I bought three packs of cigs for her. When I walked out of the pharmacy, I saw a gray-haired lady police officer putting a parking ticket on my windshield. I asked, “Please don’t? I didn’t have any change before. I’ll put a couple of quarters in the parking meter right now.”

“Once I start writing, it’s too late. Remember to feed the meter next time.”

“I was just getting some things for my niece. I was only in there five minutes.” I tried for some sympathy by taking out my phone and showing her a picture of Stormi when she was a few years younger.

A kind look came to the almost elderly cop’s face. She said, “Cute kid, but it’s too late. Sorry. You can pay the ...
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