A Stormi Night

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We rushed into the house, hoping to swap phones before anyone saw the sappy, gushing love message I sent my niece Stormi.

Sunny was already using it in the kitchen! I hurriedly handed her the blank phone, saying, “Sorry! I mixed up your new phone with Stormi’s.” I reached to grab the dangerous one, but she pulled it away. “Hang on. Wynter is copying the songs to her phone. I’ll copy them from there to the new one when it’s done. Only…” She glanced at the screen. “Only forty seconds to go.”

I desperately struggled to come up with an excuse, ANY believable excuse why she shouldn’t, as time ticked away. Thirty seconds. Twenty. Ten… I kept thinking until it was too late.

“All done. Thanks for the songs, Stormi!” She passed it to her much older cousin, then told her sister, “Okay, Wynter. Send the songs to my new one.”

Stormi and I quietly worried through dinner and the movie we watched afterward, desperately hoping nobody saw the message. When the movie ended I told them, “No school until August, but we have to get up at six o’clock. I need to take you home before work. Get showers and go to bed, everybody. Sunny and Summer in the guest room, and I’ll camp out in the living room with Stormi and Wynter, like usual.”

The younger girls surprised me, and eagerly ran upstairs. I asked Wynter, “Why didn’t they argue about going to bed? They do most of the time.” She explained, “They’ll wet a toe or two in the shower so they can say they did, and then play with their phones all night.” Stormi nodded and agreed, “Probably. At least they won’t bug us.” Winter said, “I’ll shower in the bathroom down here, unless you want to go first, Stormi?” “That’s okay. Go ahead.”

When Wynter turned and walked down the hall, Stormi whispered to me, “I need a cig so bad!” “Okay. Let’s go to the basement.” We sat at the bar and talked as she smoked. I was uncomfortable but didn’t complain when she poured herself a glass of red wine. “I missed you so much, Pete! I love you!” She kissed my lips with her smoky ones. I returned the kiss. “Me too, so much! But we need to keep it a secret. I wish we could…” I broke off the unwholesome thought. “No point thinking about sex, with your sister and cousins here.”

Stormi smiled. “Tomorrow night we’ll be all alone! I can’t wait to take your clothes off and kiss your body! All of it, and…”

"Ahem!" Wynter loudly cleared her throat, standing at the bottom of the stairs. My secret lover and I gasped in horror, but she walked near us and showed us a copy of the dangerous message on her phone. She calmly said, “Don’t worry. I only sent my sister copies of the songs. I’ll keep your secrets, if you keep mine.”

She deleted the message, then sat on the bar stool next to Stormi. She asked, “Pass me the matches and a glass of wine.” She pulled a cigarette from Stormi’s pack. I asked, “So, what are your other secrets? You seemed upset about something since I picked you up.”

Stormi looked at her and asked, “Are you jealous?”

Wynter sucked a puff from her cigarette and hesitated to answer. “Well, um… he gave you a super expensive necklace and my little sister got a phone. Summer got a phone a few months ago, too. I guess maybe I feel left out. Oh! You mean LOVE jealous! No way! You two are complicated and messed up enough already! And he’s our uncle!”

Stormi asked, “So, who do you like? That guy Andy from your Algebra class? Your chem lab partner Bill? Mikey, the football star?”

Wynter stalled again, taking an even larger puff and exhaling a wide cone of white. She blushed while inhaling again. Finally, she gave the non-answer, “It’s a secret. Nobody you know. I’m gonna get a shower for real, and go to sleep.” She crushed out her cigarette and walked upstairs.

Stormi wrapped an arm over my shoulder. “My period ended this morning, and I have a major splitter.”

“A headache? I’m sorry. There’s aspirin and stuff in the upstairs bathroom.”

“Hehehe! Not that kind of splitter!”

“What?”

Her face slowly reddened. “A splitter is the girl version of a hardon! Hahaha! Our lips swell and spread apart, and you know we get wet.” She kissed the tip of my nose, then my lips. “I’m soaking my panties wet! Wynter won’t say anything.” She moved her hand between my legs and stroked my package through my pants.

I was in the mood but quite nervous. “Sorry, Stormi, but… but things could really blow up.”

“Yeah. I feel he’s getting hard. Take off your pants and let me ride you!”

“Sorry, but no. Tomorrow. Just wait until tomorrow night, okay? We have to be safe, sweetness.”

She sighed in frustration. “Huff! Fine! Then I’m gonna take a shower upstairs, with the rubber dick in my purse instead of yours.”

She blew smoke in my face, then put out her cig and walked away.

I wondered why making good choices had to be SO DAMN DIFFICULT.

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