Babysitting, broken phone, and a broken relationship?
Please note this is a long incest romance, not a quick wank story. This won't make much sense unless you read the previous chapters first.
All characters involved in romantic or sexual situations are 18+.
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I had a lot to do after work, and it was a hard second half of the day. The worst part was unloading supplies for the Maple street house, which would have a brick wall façade in front. We got everything ready, but had to wait half an hour for the masonry truck.
I told Luis to unload it with the forklift. He got distracted and ran over a big rock. The pallet of bricks shifted and the forklift tipped on its side, sending a cascade of six hundred bricks tumbling down the steep hill. Picking them up took all five of us a tedious extra hour! Thankfully, only twenty or so were broken and nobody got hurt. We laid all but the top two courses of the wall before stopping for the day. The next day I'd send somebody to finish it, while the rest of us set up for the slab pour at the Brighton job.
As I drove to a cell phone store, I thought of the word “laid” and chuckled to myself. I wondered why the bricks were luckier than I was. All of them got laid, other than the broken ones. With all the trouble I’d gone through for Stormi, I’d only gotten two blowjobs and a few seconds of penetration. Still, I loved her, though, intensely and deeply. I imagined how being deep inside her butt would feel, and noticed a growth in my boxers. I missed the turn for the phone store and had to drive around the block.
The tech at the store couldn't fix Stormi's phone, but sold me a replacement and moved the data to it. My brother Rod called as I walked outside. "It's six o'clock, Pete. Where are you?"
I replied, "Sorry, I had to get a new phone. Be there as soon as I can."
“Hurry up! Wendy’s in the mood, and we can’t do much with the kids here.”
I chuckled to myself and agreed. “Hahaha! Your wife’s really a loud one. When she took my virginity, she screamed as I finished. I worried that I was killing her! Hahaha! Good thing we did it out in the barn!”
He sounded annoyed and jealous. “Yeah. I know. I was there.”
I wondered about his older daughter and asked, “I think Wynter’s birthday is coming up?”
“No. She turns eighteen in November. Sunny is twelve on Saturday. How far away are you?”
I started my truck and replied, “Gimme twenty minutes.”
“See you then. Bye.”
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I parked in Rod’s driveway. His daughters waved, then climbed in the truck beside me. “Hi.” “Hi, Uncle Pete.”
I asked the eleven-year-old, “So Sunny, what would you like for your birthday?”
She requested, “Can I get a phone? Mom and Dad won’t buy me one ‘til I’m fourteen.”
Wynter chimed in. “You don’t need one. The only person you’d call is Summer, and she lives next door. You’re already with her like fifty-seven hours a day.”
“Well, but what if I have an emergency? Or if we need to talk in the middle of the night? Hey, there she is!” She pointed to the house next door. My niece who was already twelve ran across the yard, and I rolled my window down.
I greeted her, “Hi, Summer.”
“Can I come, too, Uncle Pete? Please?”
Sunny pleaded, “Please? Please, Uncle Pete?”
I sighed. “Sure. Why not?”
The three girls crammed themselves into enough space for two. Summer and Sunny told each other “I missed you.” “I missed you, too.”
Like their parents, I thought it was great they got along so well. Wynter sighed. “Really? You saw each other at lunch.”
“But we’re best friends.” “Yeah, she’s my BFF!”
I backed out of the driveway and said, “This is gonna be even more crowded. We need to go pick up Stormi, too.”
Winter complained, “Awh, great.”
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At Stormi’s friend’s house on Pine, I parked and knocked on the door. A girl a little older than Stormi opened it with a smoldering cigarette in her hand. Her long messy hair was bright green on one side and pink on the other. She wore jeans and a Jack Daniels T-shirt. “Yeah?”
“Hi. I’m Stormi’s uncle Pete. Is she here?”
“I’m Jackie. She got tired of waiting and went home.”
“Okay. Thanks.” I sighed and walked back to the truck. I picked up a phone for Summer on the way to Sunny and Stormi’s house. I dreaded the chance of a confrontation with Helen, and asked, “Wynter, can you go get Stormi, please?”
She huffed and reluctantly said, “Fine! But I’m sitting in her lap, not the other way around. She outweighs me by a ton!”
I clarified, “Hahaha! You’re about a hundred pounds, so she’s only twenty heavier. It’ll only be for a few minutes.”
Wynter checked, but Frank hadn’t seen her. I gave up and took my three other nieces to my place.
Stormi was sitting on my front steps. She was very happy, until she noticed her sister and cousins. I parked, then handed Wynter my keys. I told her, “Please make a couple pizzas. I need to talk to Stormi.”
Stormi and I stared in each other’s eyes while the others went inside. I quietly declared, “I’m so sorry! I love you, Stormi!”
“I’m sorry and I love you too, Pete! So much!” She grabbed my shoulders and thrust her tongue into my mouth.
I was very tempted, but gently pushed her away. “We need to keep our love a secret, especially with your cousins here. I’m in love with you, but we can’t do anything tonight.”
“I’m sorry I was so upset. Jackie helped me figure some things out. She wants to be a psychologist. I think I feel the same things other people feel, just like louder, more intensely.”
I wondered to myself, ‘A psychologist who looks like Harley Quinn?’ “It’s okay. I’m very happy you’re back, but be cool. We can’t let your sister or cousins find out.” She sadly nodded in agreement.
Her expression went from disappointed to aroused, as she said, “Sucks they’re here, but we’ll be alone tomorrow night.” She briefly opened the top of her purse, exposing a small dildo and a bottle of sex lube!
I smiled. “Tomorrow will be great! But tonight, I’m just boring old Uncle Pete, and you’re one of the girls I’m babysitting. Oh, here’s your keys. Sorry I broke your phone accidentally. The store couldn’t fix it, so I got you a new one.”
“Wow! This one is a lot nicer! Thanks!” She kissed my cheek and turned it on. I followed her toward the steps and said, “I’m glad they could at least copy your data to the new one.”
She frowned and said, “No. My contacts and pictures, my songs, they’re all gone. My old messages, too.”
I suddenly realized and quietly exclaimed, “SHIT! That’s the blank one! Summer has yours!”