A Stormi Night

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I followed Stormi upstairs. I hoped she would forgive me soon. Wynter sat in the recliner in a gray bathrobe, brushing her long blonde hair. Stormi took her purse to the bathroom, and we heard water running soon after. I imagined what she was doing, alone in the shower with her dildo.

Wynter quietly told me, "Be careful, Stormi's a little crazy."

"What?"

"Last month she got detention for throwing a notebook at a teacher. And the day before graduation, she slapped a girl who called her a slut."

I assured Wynter, "Stormi's spontaneous and a little wild, but we're in love. We'll be fine." Saying the words made me wonder if they were true.

Wynter slept under a quilt in the recliner. I laid on the sofa bed and drifted to sleep waiting for Stormi.

She roused me by grabbing my penis, and shoved her new cell phone into my face. She whispered, "Everybody's asleep, and my toy didn't do it. Watch me and my old boyfriend. I'll get you ready."

I woke up enough to realize, "We shouldn't. If anybody catches us..."

"Shhh! The risk makes it even better!"

The guy's cock on her phone was much smaller than mine, but watching her lick and suck it was quite exciting. She crawled under the blanket and moved her face to my groin. Arousal defeated my caution, so I didn't try to stop her. She sucked my cockhead into her mouth, as the guy on screen bent her former self over and rode her from behind. I smiled when he went off, cumming after a few dozen strokes. I knew I could do it better, far better.

After some joyous oral sex, she crawled up and whispered in my ear, "He's nice and hard. Stick him in me." I muttered, "Condoms in my bedroom..." She reminded me, "It's okay, I have the implant." I penetrated her slick slit raw, with nothing between our hot sexflesh. I only entered a couple of inches at first, and pulled back a little.

I carefully took a pleasant longer stroke. "If it hurts, just tell me to stop." I kept thrusting slowly, and gently rubbed the upper third of her labia.

She moaned, requesting, "Mmmm. More!"

We had real sex for the first time, while her cousin slept in a chair a yard away. I was quite cautious at first, pushing only half my cock into her slowly. As she got wetter and more excited, I gradually thrust in deeper. After several minutes I filled her fully, with two inches to spare. I could have come early, but wanted to please her and show off. I slowed and withheld my cum several times, between long bouts of pussy pumping.

Halfway through our encounter she began rocking her hips in time with my fuck rhythm. After quite a while, maybe fifteen minutes, I noticed her peak approaching. We were very quiet, other than our rapid panting. I hoped she wouldn't shout and wake the whole house when she came. Her aunt Wendy definitely would have.

I increased my pace even further, powerfully pounding into her. My jets of joy juice flooded her cooch, while she bit her lip with her own climax. I laid beside her and we stared at each other smiling, breathing intensely. The rest of the house was silent. Wynter still slept beside us in the chair.

Stormi whispered, "Love you! So good! Thank you!"

"You're great! Love you, too. Need a shower."

"Cigarette." She kissed my lips and sat up, then went to the basement in her pink robe. I put on my pajama bottoms and walked to the bathroom for a shower.

Stormi was sleeping on her side when I returned. I snuggled up to her back and wrapped an arm over her. I fell asleep with my face in her long red hair, smelling cigarette smoke, wine, and sex.

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I dropped off the girls at Frank's house after breakfast, and had a typical morning building concrete forms with my team. During lunch my phone dinged and showed three new messages from Helen, two pictures and a long text.

The first image showed her topless with a penis in her mouth, sucking intensely. I stared until I felt my own dick begin to swell.

"Was your dinner last night as delicious as mine? I hope you still taste like your brother. I can't wait to make love with you all weekend! Don't worry, I'll bring viagra. Frank wants lots of pictures. I hope you don't mind?"

In the second picture her husband, my brother, rode her doggy style. Her luscious mouth was wide open, moaning, and her tremendous tits bounced.

I knew there was no way Helen wanted to sleep with me. She hated me! We hated each other. Her mentioning viagra implied I had a problem, angering me further.

Was she trying to make her daughter Stormi jealous? If she was, why didn't she send something to her instead? Did she want my brother mad at me?

I didn't know what Helen was up to, but it had to be bad.

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