A Stormi Night – chapter 1

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CAUTION: This story includes scenes with incest, smoking, alcohol, sex toys, oral sex, anal sex, and menstruation. If any of those would bother you, go read something else.

Please ponder a moment: If a sane person in the real world discovered family members fucking, what would they actually do?

This is meant to be a realistic incestuous romance, unlike the thousands which are ‘sex twice a page stroke fuel’. I have written many of those and they have their place, but not this time. Ever had a bad day? Characters break or spill things, get traffic tickets, and work to support themselves. Hopefully that improves the reading experience.

I expect the ending and the journey will be more than worth it, if you have some patience.

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In the middle of my niece Stormi’s high school graduation, it began to sprinkle. As usual, the ceremony was held outdoors at the football field. I’d received my own diploma there a decade and a half earlier. There was only a slight drizzle at first and I felt just a drop or two per minute.

I was sitting quite a distance from my relatives. My two older brothers and I still got along fine. They were happy I’d babysit their kids for free, and I enjoyed doing it since I’d never married or had any children of my own. Neither of my snobby sisters-in-law wanted anything to do with me, though. I’d dated a dozen or so ladies on and off through the years, including all five of their younger sisters. Regrettably, I never found a woman I wanted to be with for long.

Despite a few raindrops here and there, the ceremony continued with the principal calling students’ names, giving them a handshake, and passing them their reward for a dozen or more years of schooling. I felt pride swelling in my chest as he called, “Stormi Davis” and she took her turn walking across the stage in her cap and gown. I stood and clapped vigorously, then whistled as loudly as I could. As the slow drizzle changed to light rain, he called the names and handed out diplomas at a speedier pace.

Near the end, the precipitation suddenly increased to a downpour and strong winds started blowing. The principal tried to salvage the last bit by waving the 20 or so remaining graduates onto the temporary stage as he shouted in the mic, “The rest of you come get your diplomas, quick!” The small crowd rushed him and grabbed their certificates as nearly everyone else ran for the parking lot. I held my umbrella up and casually walked to my truck. I smiled in self-satisfaction, seeing only four or five other umbrellas in the crowd of a thousand or more.

The thunderstorm kept going all afternoon and didn’t show any signs of abating. Through my living room windows I had seen horizontal rain, watched leaves and trash flying in the strong wind, and heard multitudes of thunderclaps. I turned off the TV when the movie ended, then walked upstairs. When I reached the top the doorbell rang and there was rapid pounding on my front door. I sighed and went to answer it.

When I opened the door rain pelted me and a strong blast of wind pushed me away. In addition to the storm; an empty plastic bag, several leaves, and my oldest niece Stormi blew into the entryway. I shoved the door closed and locked it, then asked in surprise, “It’s after ten o’clock and raining like crazy! Why did you run all the way over here? It’s nine blocks.”

She panted briefly. Once she caught her breath she complained, “My parents SUCK! I HATE them! My asshole ex-boyfriend too!” I detected hurt and sadness in her voice instead of real anger. She hugged me tightly and her waterlogged jacket soaked the front of my shirt as she sobbed and shivered. Much of her wet red hair clung to her face and neck.

I patted her back to calm her, then kissed her forehead and said, “Take it easy. It’ll be okay, sweetness. You’re sopping wet. You must be freezing.” I instructed, “Go upstairs and get a hot shower to warm up. I’ll make us some cocoa and we’ll talk.”

She smiled a little and hopefully asked, “Irish cocoa?”

She wasn’t even close to 21 but my compassion and her pretty face inspired me to reply, “Okay.