Niece's Passion

by Lubrican

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Chapter Two

"No!" he groaned. "I can't do that! I can't show you ... that, Erica!"

"Why not?" she demanded. "If I caused it, then I should get to see it!"

"But I'm your uncle," he whined.

"Of course you are, but that's not important, now. What's important is that a man finally got a boner for me and I want to see it!"

She squeezed harder and he jerked. She didn't stop, there, though. Her other hand came to his belt and fumbled with it.

"You can't!" he moaned.

She stood and she put her face an inch from his.

"You are going to show me my boner!" she yelled.

His eyes darted from side to side. They were alone in the house, but she'd yelled loudly and he was afraid someone could have heard. He could never explain to anyone why she had said that, or what was going on. Nobody would understand, no matter how hard he tried to articulate and clarify what had led to this point in time. But the train kept hurtling down the tracks and Bob felt like he had no more control over this train than a passenger.

"All right!" he gasped. "Just keep it down!"

"Hurry!" she said, as if she were worried that what she sought might evaporate into thin air.

It wasn't about to evaporate, though. Not only his adrenaline rush was keeping it alive, but the hands of the cute girl trying to get to it helped, too.

"Don't be scared," he gushed, as he heard his zipper being lowered.

"Scared? Of you?" She laughed and he felt diminished. Not that he wanted her to be afraid, but he at least hoped that when she saw his manhood she'd, at the minimum, be awed. Or at least impressed. Maybe even scared! He did want her to view it as dangerous, so she'd back off and leave him alone.

He yelped as her fingernails, which felt like little knives, scraped the tender skin of his hips as she jerked his pants and boxers down. Then everything stopped, including her hands and her breathing.

"It's fantastic!" she sighed.

"No it's not," he gasped. "It's dirty, filthy, awful!"

"It really got hard for me?" she moaned. "Wow! This is sooo cool, Uncle Bob!"

"Erica," he said, as his voice finally firmed. She wasn't reacting like he'd hoped. Not only that, but she sounded ... interested! "It is completely wrong for me to have reacted like that to you, and it's completely wrong for you to be having fun looking at it. Now, knock it off and let me pull my pants back up."

She stood and her face appeared in front of his again. She was smiling.

"Okay," she said. "But on one condition."

"What?"

"I get to do this."

She grinned as her hand found his rod and gripped it again, this time directly. She didn't squeeze so hard this time and her eyes widened before she glanced down.

"It's hot!" she breathed. "It feels hot!"

"It's 98.6 degrees," he said, trying to recover some dignity.

"It feels like it's about a hundred and fifty," she said. Her hand moved toward him and she looked down again. "What happened? The skin moved!" She bent over again and peered at his penis. Her hand moved away from him and she gasped. "The skin is all loose and it covered up the tip. How cool is that? Man, I wish I had one of these."

"No you don't," he said. "If you did, you'd be a boy, and if you were a boy, you'd be playing with another man's penis. That would make you gay."

She laughed as he mentally berated himself for babbling.

"Please let go, Erica. I'm embarrassed enough as it is."

She stood again, but didn't let go.

"Okay, but on one condition," she said.

"You already had one condition. What now?" he groaned.

"I get to look at it again, sometime."

"If your mother found out what just happened she'd cut it off," he said. "If the cops found out, they'd take me away in handcuffs and throw me in jail."

"Why? You didn't do anything. All you did was get a boner. That's not against the law. I'm the one who got it out and looked at it."

"I don't think they'd see it that way."

"Are you unhappy that I got to see it?"

He heard something in her voice that made the hair stand up on the back of his neck. He hadn't forgotten her angst about boys, and not being noticed like her friends were noticed.

"Look," he said. "I like you. I do think you're cute. That's probably why that happened. It was a natural reaction to how I feel about you. And that's my point. I'm not the only guy on Earth who thinks you're hot and will get boners for you. This proved my point. You don't need to worry. You're young and you have plenty of time to make a hundred guys your slaves. Just be patient and believe in yourself, okay?"

"It won't stay hard, will it?" she asked.

"No," he said, telling the truth. "It will go soft."

"But will it ever get hard ... I mean for me ... again?"

"Probably. When you get one boner for a girl, more are likely to follow."

"So this is the first one you ever got for me?"

"Yes!" he said, firmly.

"Do you promise it will get hard for me again?"

Again he heard something in her voice that demanded he be sensitive. The problem was that being sensitive - like this - was frowned upon.

"Probably," he caged. "I can't promise, but if I know me ... and I do ... then it will probably happen again."

"And do you promise to tell me if it does?"

"Erica, why would you want to know that? I'm old enough to be your dad."

"My dad isn't here anymore. You're old enough to be my uncle, but I don't care. You made me feel good today, Uncle Bob. Thank you."

Finally, she let go of his penis. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him thoroughly on the lips. It was a much longer, much more passionate kiss than she'd ever given him before. When she pulled away she licked her lips.

"That was kind of nice, too. Why haven't we done this before?"

"Because the world hadn't gone crazy before," he sighed.

"Want me to help you put it away?" she offered, eagerly.

"No! I can take care of that myself," he said, hastily.

"Okay," she said, happily. "Thank you. I'm going to go, now. Mom's probably looking for me. I left in kind of a bad mood. But I feel much better now. You made me feel tons better."

And with that she ran for the door, leaping like a young fawn.

He was left with his pants around his ankles and his erection as hard as ever.

When his niece left him standing half naked in his living room, with a doozy of an erection, Bob felt so guilty that he didn't do anything with "Erica's boner". Instead he went to his home office and pored over the code for one of his client's web page. There was nothing wrong with it, but it distracted him. He didn't exactly put what had happened with Erica out of his mind, but at least he could think of other things, too.

The next day Bob's phone rang. He picked it up and gave the usual greeting of "Hello" into the microphone.

"Hey. Why has it been so long since I've seen you?" asked Julie. "I'm starting to feel like I don't actually have a brother-in-law."

"I'm not staying away on purpose," said Bob into his phone. "I guess things just happen and I don't come around as often."

"So can you come to dinner tomorrow night?"

"Sure. Want me to bring anything?"

"Nope, just your handsome self. Oh, and thank you, by the way."

"You're most welcome. What did I do?"

"You worked some kind of magic with Erica yesterday. I meant to call you and ask you what you did. When she left the house she was in so foul a mood I was sure it would last a week. Then she came home all bubbly and happy and glowing and when I asked her what happened, she said you happened. I was so happy she was in a better mood that I just hugged her and said I was glad she'd gone to see you. So how do you do that?"

"I don't do anything," said Bob. "All we did was sit around and talk."

"Would you be violating any pact of secrecy if you told me what got her panties in a wad in the first place?"

"No," said Bob. "It was just about boys."

"I was afraid of that," moaned Julie. "She's getting to that age."

"Yup," said Bob. "I don't envy you."

"Well, whatever you did, and don't realize you did, it meant a lot to her. She's baking you a pie."

"Really?"

"Yes. Strawberry rhubarb. She's made dire threats to her brothers about what will happen to them in their sleep if they get into it. She says it's strictly for you."

"Strawberry rhubarb has been my favorite since Paul and I were kids. It's been a long time since I had pie," he said. "In fact, it might have been years."

"It was six months after Paul died," said his sister. "I made one to thank you for everything you'd done for us."

"So, haven't I been helpful since then?" he hinted.

"You have, but that was also Paul's favorite pie and I get a little weepy whenever I make it. That's one of the first things your mother taught me when we got engaged. The only reason you're getting one tomorrow is because Erica insisted I teach her how to make it. Actually, I should thank you for that, too. Helping her make one wasn't as bad as doing it by myself. You motivated her and it helped me, too."

"I'm always happy to help two damsels in distress," said Bob.

"See you at six tomorrow night. Come early if you want. I love you."

"I love you, too," said Bob.

After they hung up Bob sat and thought about things. Obviously Erica hadn't told her mother the details of how Uncle Bob made her feel better. It also sounded like her mood was upbeat and happy. That suggested that the girl wasn't traumatized by what had happened. He mused about this new relationship he had with his niece. She would be looking for feedback from him about her attractiveness. She wanted that feedback ... needed that feedback. And he was quite sure he'd be able to give it to her.

The issue was how to do that without alerting anyone else that he was doing it.

He didn't worry about having to manufacture interest. After yesterday he was pretty sure any time he was around her, he'd be ... interested. He didn't have any idea how he'd communicate that to her. He couldn't just whisper in her ear that she'd given him another boner every time that happened. People would notice all the whispering.

He was thinking of codes he could use, like touching one finger to the side of his nose, when the phone rang again. It was one of his clients, who had a problem with his website and needed Bob to troubleshoot it.

Erica and boners and codes were forgotten as he got to work.

Bob was a little worried that, when he went to supper the next night, Erica would give something away by her behavior towards him.

Other than a somewhat lingering kiss on the lips when he got there, though, she didn't act any different than she had in the past. Chad was out with his friends, as usual, and the twins were glued to the video game monitor in their room when he got there. Julie was in the kitchen, so nobody saw the kiss.

Dinner was completely normal, so much so that Bob began to think maybe he'd hallucinated the whole thing with Erica examining his cock. When he volunteered to share the pie she had baked him, she didn't complain. She cut half-sized pieces for her brothers and full size pieces for him and her mother. The rest she packed for him to take home. It wasn't until he was getting ready to leave that something happened. The boys had retreated to their rooms and Bob had helped Julie clean up after supper. At the end of that Erica appeared, wearing her sleepwear, and said, innocently, "Will you tuck me in before you go, Uncle Bob?" Julie just smiled.

Once in her room, Erica's behavior changed substantially.

"Did you get a boner for me since you got here?" she whispered.

"I did not," he said, in a dignified voice.

"Awww, why not?" she asked.

"The occasion for you to act sexy and get me going just didn't happen," he said. "Don't worry, though. I'm sure it will happen a few dozen times before you go to college."

"What would it take right now?" she asked.

He looked at her and decided he'd give her a shot in the arm.

"You're worried that your boobs are too small, right?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Let me see them," he whispered.

Her eyes widened, but she grasped the hem of her PJ top and pulled it up to expose two mere swells of breast flesh. They had puffy nipples on them that were the same color as the quarter-sized areolas that comprised about half of them.

Bob licked his lips.

"Gorgeous," he said, softly.

"Really?"

"I want to kiss them and suck them," he sighed.

"Uncle Bob!" she whispered anxiously.

"Well, you wanted to see my dick," he said. "Why wouldn't I want to play with your beautiful little boobs?"

She blinked about five times, still holding her PJ top up.

"Okay," she said in a gush of air.

Now it was his turn to blink.

"Really?"

"It will feel good ... right?"

"I hope so," he said.

"Okay. Do it."

"Get in bed. Have the covers ready to pull up to your chin," he said.

She scrambled into bed and arranged herself as he had instructed, with her breasts still exposed.

He leaned down, but kissed her on the lips, first. Only then did he move his lips to her nipples. He had to suck hard to get anything in his mouth because she was so flat. She gasped when he did that, and arched her back.

"Oh fuck!" she yipped, softly.

He lifted his lips and said, "You owe the swear jar five dollars."

"It's not my fault!" she said. "You surprised me."

"I would hope so," he said. "I hope nobody has ever done that to you before."

"Nobody has ever even touched them before," she breathed. "Do it again, please?"

He nursed at both nipples, alternating back and forth. He found his hand stroking her abdomen and stopped it from dipping lower. She hummed and whispered about how good it felt. Then he moved to her lips again and kissed her long and hard.

"You have given me a boner, little girl," he said, softly.

Her hand shot to the front of his pants to find and squeeze his bulge.

"I love you so much, Uncle Bob," she sighed. "I can't wait until you can tuck me in again."

"If I start showing up to tuck you in all the time your mother is going to get suspicious," he said.

"Then I'll come mow your lawn and you can tuck me in at your house," she said.

"That's probably not a good idea," he said. "If I start tucking you in at my house, I'm going to want to do a lot more. You have no idea how sexy you can be, Erica."

"We'll see. What you did tonight makes me think I might want to do more, too."

"We can't go too far, Baby," he whispered.

"I know. We won't. But you can make me feel good and maybe you can teach me how to make you feel good, too. That will be enough for me."

He didn't argue. He adjusted his cock in his pants so his erection wouldn't show and just stuck his face into the living room where Julie was sitting, watching TV.

"Thanks. We need to do this more often," he said.

"You are correct about that," she said. "Don't be such a stranger."

"I won't."

"I love you," she said.

He felt the odd sensation of his cock jumping as the mother of the girl who'd given him an erection said the same thing the girl had.

As he left, he wondered how Julie was dealing with her own sexual needs. He knew she didn't date, which was a bit of a mystery, because she was good looking. Erica hadn't gotten her female attributes from her mother. Julie had big, (probably) firm breasts and wide hips. Of course she'd given birth to four kids and breastfed them all. Even the twins hadn't been able to milk her dry. He only knew that because she complained about it, saying they got sore sometimes. She was cheerful and had a great personality, too. Bob was sure men had approached her. But she didn't go out with them. Maybe she had a big, fat dildo. Or maybe she had a secret boyfriend on the side, maybe a guy at work.

On his way home his mind tried to figure out how a passenger on a hurtling train could do something to slow it down.

When he got home he lay on his bed and stroked his cock slowly.

The problem was, the woman in his mind kept shifting from Erica to Julie and back.

Two days later was Saturday. Erica showed up at nine in the morning, which was when Bob had just gotten out of bed. She didn't knock at the front door, and she didn't knock on his open bedroom door, either. He was yawning and stretching as she wandered into his bedroom. He slept nude, so Erica got exactly what she'd come for ... sort of.

"It's all soft!" she squealed.

Bob jumped and opened his eyes, which had closed during his languid stretch.

Erica came closer and bent over to examine the faulty body part.

"I don't like it when it's soft," she observed. "It looks like one of those sea slugs you see on the Nature Channel."

"I don't watch the Nature Channel," growled Bob. "Of course it doesn't stay hard all the time. It would be dangerous if it did."

"Really? Why?" asked Erica in a chipper voice. She was now examining the rest of her uncle, walking around him like he was a manikin, wearing clothes she was interested in. Except he wasn't wearing clothes. She reached to touch his butt cheek with one finger and pushed, gently. Now it seemed he was a strange vegetable or fruit of some kind and she was testing it for ripeness.

"Stop that!" he barked. "You can't just come over here anytime you want to … explore."

"Why not?" she asked, her voice still happy.

"Okay … well ... what if I had a woman here?"

"A woman? Who?"

"I don't know. It doesn't matter. What if I met a woman I liked and brought her home and we slept together?"

"I'd hate her," said Erica. Now her voice wasn't so friendly.

"Why? You can't hate some stranger just because I decided to sleep with her!"

"Of course I can," said Erica. "Would you be happy if I brought some boy here and let him climb on top of me and have sex with me?"

"That's totally different, Erica," groaned Bob. "Not the same at all. Apples and oranges. I'm an adult and you're fourteen. It's legal for me to have a sexual relationship with another consenting adult. It's illegal for you to have sex, no matter who it's with."

"It doesn't matter," she sniffed. "I don't want to have sex." She frowned. "Especially with you!"

The world shifted a little as Bob's mind tried to make sense of the "conversation" they were having. How had him having sex with another consenting adult and her not having sex at all come around to her emphatically saying she didn't want to have sex with him?

"Of course you won't have sex with me," he said, wondering if that was the right response.

"You are so stupid!" she yelled.

Then as swiftly as she had arrived, she stomped out of his house. She didn't even close the front door.

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