Niece's Passion

by Lubrican

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Chapter Three

It took Bob maybe ten minutes, as he got dressed and popped a bagel into the toaster, to parse out what he thought was going on with his niece. In less than a week she had gone from "Nobody loves me or ever will" to "My uncle gets boners for me and sucks my nipples and I love it!" He could see how that might skew a young girl's perspective. He didn't question his own sexual interest in her. He was a man. Men noticed cute women, regardless of age. And regardless of familial relationship. That's why he had thought about Julie, too. Granted Julie was only his "sister" by marriage, but he still felt like it was wrong. He'd had a couple of hot fantasies about her when his brother was dating her, and that had felt wrong, too. But the fact was that it didn't matter that one of them was voluptuous while the other was board-flat. The major component of his interest wasn't their physical sexual attributes, it was who they were; what their personalities were like. Of course the attributes they did display were also important, even if they were opposites of each other.

Basically, Bob decided that his niece had a crush on him, and that was why she was acting so strange.

He didn't see this as a real problem. Girls got crushes and they got over them when they got a crush on a different man ... or boy.

The problem was the image she'd put in his head about some man ... or boy ... being on top of her with his penis violating her virgin pussy.

That's what it would be: a violation. And he didn't like that image at all.

It never occurred to him that a man could have a crush on a fourteen-year-old girl, too.

He was mowing his lawn when Erica appeared again. She stalked up to him and pushed him away from the handle of the mower.

"I'll do that," she announced. "You're supposed to call me when you want this done."

He stood back as she tried to push the mower. It had drive wheels in the front that had to be engaged by pulling a lever. If you didn't do that, the front wheels didn't want to turn and the mower was difficult to push. She was still distracted enough - by what, he didn't know - that she didn't pull the lever. He let her strain and grunt for half a minute before he stepped forward and pointed to the lever.

"You have to pull that, remember?" he yelled, over the noise of the engine.

She did and the mower lurched forward. He watched her for two or three minutes and then went back inside.

Half an hour later the noise of the mower stopped.

Again she entered the house without knocking or ringing the bell. It was July, and she was dripping and red-faced when she found him.

"I need a shower," she said.

"There are two at your house," he commented.

"I don't want to walk there in the heat," she said. "I'll use yours."

Then she calmly took her clothes off - all of them - and handed them to him in a bunch.

"Would you be a good uncle and wash those for me? I didn't bring anything to change into."

"Erica," he sighed. "You can't just wander around my house naked while I wash your clothes."

"I won't be wandering around," she said. "I'll be in the shower."

He knew arguing wouldn't do any good so he shrugged and turned to go to the utility room, where the washer and dryer were.

When he got her clothes in the washer and got it going, he heard the shower running. He had two showers, too.

She'd chosen the one in the master bath ... just off his bedroom.

What messed with Bob's mind were the images he couldn't get out of his head of a young girl, whose nipples he had sucked, and whose abdomen he had stroked, being naked in his shower. The images were of her running her hands over her body, stroking herself everywhere ... including between her legs. Her shower was long enough that she had time to have washed the sweat off her body two or three times. But she stayed in there.

What was she doing?

The answer, to his testosterone-fogged mind, was obvious.

She was masturbating in his shower.

He found that he was erect. The images in his mind had taken care of that.

And, like most men, Bob began thinking with his little brain, instead of the big one in his head.

Not having any idea how long it would take a fourteen-year-old girl to get herself off in the shower, Bob thought he might have time to make his prick soft before she got out and he had to confront her again. If he'd thought about it, he might have realized that thirty minutes was enough.

The problem was that Erica wasn't masturbating in the shower. She just liked standing there with the water hitting her head as she tried to decide what to do to make her uncle see that he was acting like a dufus. The reason she stood there for so long was that she couldn't come up with a plan to do what she wanted to do.

When she finally turned off the water and left the shower, there were no towels on the towel racks in his bathroom. She left the bathroom and entered his bedroom, still dripping, with a mission to find him and get a towel.

What she found, in his bedroom, was Uncle Bob, with his pants around his thighs, lying on his bed, whaling away at his stiff penis as he tried to milk it of its sap.

"Now this is interesting," she commented, leaning against the open bathroom doorway.

"Fuuuck," groaned Bob, as he realized she had caught him.

"You owe the swear jar five dollars," she said. "And I believe that's called jacking off," she added. "Right? I mean I've never seen a guy doing that before, but I've seen people making that motion when they talk about it."

Her hand mimicked what she'd seen his doing.

"Want some help?" she asked, brightly. "I hear guys love it when a girl does that to them."

Bob's hand had frozen at her comment, gripping his cock firmly. Then it had dropped away, leaving his penis jutting obscenely in front of his niece. He looked at the naked girl, who wasn't dripping so much any longer. She did not, in fact, need a towel, really, except to dry her hair. His eyes zeroed in on the cleft between her legs. She had some pubic hair, but it looked like practice hair, really. It was just a light fuzz and her split was clearly visible to his eyes. His brain told him that split was where her fingers had been rubbing, so recently, in the shower. The fact that she had not rubbed there didn't matter. His cock clenched as "it" saw the object of its desire. To his cock, her pussy looked fully grown and ready to host a pushy invader. There's a saying, probably made up by a penis, which goes: The only way to tell whether you're fucking a teenager or a grandma is to open your eyes.

"Fuuuuck," groaned Bob again. Things just weren't going his way.

Erica took that groan as a "Fuuuck, yes," and she padded to the edge of the bed. Since nothing was holding his penis, she reached to remedy that. Again her hand mimicked his, but this time that hand had a penis in it.

Just like that, Erica was jacking off her first male.

The male involved wasn't able to resist allowing this to continue. The train was rocking now, careening wildly down the tracks, and all he could do was hold on. His self-control had suffered one too many hits and lay gasping somewhere inside his mind. His little brain said, "All right! Now this is what I'm talking about! Balls! Listen up! I'm gonna need something to calm me down in about thirty seconds. You're almost up, boys!"

Bob marveled at how an innocent girl could learn how to do this so quickly and so expertly. All she needed was one little instruction.

"Speed up a little," he gasped.

She did.

She wasn't ready for the ramification of her efforts.

She was still jerking it when it went off without warning. Suddenly strings of white fluid started spraying all over the place. It went on the bed, and on him, and one stripe of the stuff landed on her, from her cheek to her hip, going across the arm of the hand that had produced all this.

"Ooooo!" she yipped, finally letting go of the thing that had felt so good in her hand. Her fingers slid through the warm line on her body and she brought her fingertips up so she could examine them.

"So this is semen ... right?" she asked, calmly.

"Right," he panted. "Sorry."

"Why are you sorry? Isn't that what's supposed to happen when a guy jacks off?"

"Well yeah, but I didn't warn you."

"True. Next time do that. I missed some of it because I was so surprised."

'Next time,' thought Bob. His heart was still beating fast. It had felt so good to have her hand sliding along his prong.

He suddenly knew that there would be a next time, and her eagerness to experience these things convinced him that things would escalate.

"I'm sooo horny," she moaned, proving his assumption. Again, suddenly, he knew that, as the Borg were known for saying, resistance would be futile.

"I know something that will help," he said, softly.

Erica lay where her uncle had so recently lain, while her hand had done something she was astonished it was doing. Everything about it had been astonishing. Seeing his big, naked penis had been astonishing. Holding and stroking it had been astonishing. Seeing it spurt had been astonishing.

Now she felt something else astonishing as his lips sucked at her sensitive nipples, and one of his fingers probed deeply inside her, making her feel like she might explode in a million pieces. When he'd probed with his finger her legs had sprung apart, whether by design or instinct. As his finger gently penetrated her, seeking and then not finding a hymen before sliding all the way in her, all she felt was "Yes! This is right!"

"Ohhhh, yes," she panted, as his finger moved, sending zings of happiness through her whole body. "Don't stop!"

Bob had no intention of stopping. He aimed to give her the mother of all orgasms. His reticence was gone, at least insofar as trying to avoid this new kind of relationship with his niece. He knew he couldn't fuck her, of course. That would be too much ... be going too far. But he could banish that pesky adolescent horny grip on her body. He sensed that she was about to tumble over the cliff into a new kind of climax. As she did, and her body arched, he abandoned her stiff little nips and moved to kiss her lips. Her hands came to grip his hair almost painfully and her passion exploded and her vagina pulsed around his finger and her lips returned his kiss savagely. He was pretty sure she had never kissed a man like this, but instinct and ardor gave her skills she wasn't even aware she was displaying.

He pulled his finger from her suddenly sticky quim and he used the flat of three fingers to just rub her vulva. He kept his finger off her over-sensitized clit and lessened the pressure on her lips. He turned to short, repeated nips at her lips as her breath rushed in and out.

Finally he moved his hand to her hip and let it lay there.

"Feel better?" he whispered.

"Oh, man, Uncle Bob," she panted. "That was unbelievable. I wanted it to go on and on."

"You can have that again," he said, altering in mid-thought from, "You can have that whenever you want."

He realized his penis was trying to stiffen again, but his previous orgasm made it behave.

"But this really needs to be for special occasions," he warned.

"Every day is going to be a special occasion," she sighed.

"No. This can't become routine. This is actually called foreplay, and its purpose is to encourage more dangerous things."

"Like sex?" she whispered.

"Yes."

"There was a minute there where if you'd said you were going to fuck me, I'd have let you," she said.

"Five dollars," he said, smiling.

"What else should I call it?" she complained.

"When two people love each other, they make love," he said.

"I do love you," she said.

"Yes, and I love you, which is precisely why we can't make love. Not all the way. We made a little love just now, but that's all we can do."

"I know that," she said, "but you don't have to worry. I'll be happy doing just that for as long as I live."

"That's not how nature works," he said, moving his hand from her naked hip to her flat belly. "Nature wants this beautiful flat tummy of yours to swell up with a baby inside it."

"Yes, but that will be years and years from now," she said. "Until then we can do what we just did and everything will be fine."

He shook his head but didn't argue. There were teachable moments in their future, moments in which he could say, "Would you let me put it in you right now?" Her answer would be "Yes!" and he'd stop and let her cool down. She'd need that kind of knowledge, experience, and control when she started dating and found out that lots of boys would think she was sexy ... fuckable. They'd try to break her down, get her going, and get her under them. Maybe he could teach her how to avoid that until she was actually ready for it.

Bob's heart was in the right place. His two brains, large and small, warred with each other, but his intent was to protect his niece, not molest her. The complication was that, in his past, Nature had led him to the point of making love many times. The problem was he'd never met a woman who he wanted to fertilize, or who wanted to have his baby. He'd never been with a woman he was in love with. In some ways he was just as much a virgin as she was. Nature had never gripped his throat and told him to keep going until she got what she wanted - procreation!

While the ride was wild, Bob was quite sure the train would not derail. He thought he could keep everything under control. He thought he could pay attention only to the tip of the iceberg his niece had become.

And, to be fair, Erica felt the same way.

Mother Nature just smiled.

She had time. The girl was only fourteen, and wasn't going anywhere.

Julie had been raising children for seventeen years. Dealing with the boys had become almost routine. Her daughter, on the other hand, had never been "normal" in the sense that she wanted to do girly things. She'd never been interested in dolls, though she fiercely loved several stuffed animals. She'd never wanted to be a princess. She'd emulated her brothers, in terms of trying to stay as naked as possible when she was a toddler. She'd gone topless around the house, just like her brothers in fact, until she had her first period and Julie realized her baby was becoming a young woman. Julie had made the young woman begin to dress like a girl, but it hadn't seemed to make any difference to her behavior. Erica's role models were boys, and she adopted a boy-like demeanor.

Erica viewed her mother much differently than Julie would have believed. Erica was painfully aware that she only had half of the parents she was supposed to have. The memories of her dad all centered around when she was between six and ten, and those were becoming misty. One thing she remembered clearly was that he and her mother were like two fingers on the same hand. She thought of her mother like an emotional amputee, who was missing a very important part of her body. Her brothers didn't seem to be aware of this, and blundered through life without a care in the world.

Erica, however, saw her mother as injured, and as a woman who was forever trying to heal from a devastating wound.

Erica had her own wound. Her wound was that, while her chronological age matched that of her female friends, the way boys treated her was completely different. Even some of the girls made fun of her flat chest and lack of hips. Mean girls called her "dude" and the inference was clear. In the changing room at the pool she saw what girls her age were supposed to look like. She also saw what women looked like naked, and almost all of them had boobs and pubic hair and just looked ... female. She didn't compare them to her mother, who she never saw naked. Julie, with three teenage boys in the house, always covered up. She even wore a one-piece swim suit that was the very definition of modest.

Part of the confusion Erica endured was because she knew her mother was pretty, and that men must be interested in her. But her mother seemed to think acting like a nun was the way to go. Erica, on the other hand, wanted boys to notice her. She wanted a life like that of her friends, who did things with boys, things that sounded interesting, even exciting.

Her recent experiences with Uncle Bob only confirmed in her mind that getting noticed by a boy would be fantastically fun. She didn't have any specific boy in mind - yet - but that was okay because what had happened with Uncle Bob had been so amazing and so fulfilling that it was like eating too much. When you did that you leaned back in your chair, or crashed on the couch, and weren't interested in eating even one more bite, even if the food sitting around looked good. Uncle Bob had filled her up, and she wasn't interested - yet - in pursuing a relationship like that with any other male.

All this changed Erica in multiple ways. The boost in her self-confidence was the most visible, and it was something Julie noticed immediately.

Her problem was that she had no idea why it had happened. She was happy about it, of course. Erica and she never seemed to have girl-to-girl talks, but she still knew her daughter. Now she knew something had happened that made Erica perk up. It put a bounce in her step that wasn't athletic. She smiled more. She was less argumentative with her brothers.

She was just happier than she had been.

Julie's attitude about this was not to look a gift horse in the mouth. It was hard enough raising three teenage boys, two of whom seemed determined to plot against her. She had thought her experience with raising Chad would make dealing with the twins easier, but the opposite seemed to be true. The twins seemed to live in their own little world, into which she was only allowed when it suited them. Granted, they obeyed her. They were just distant. Erica had been distant, too, and moody.

Now, though, she bounced into the house, hugged her mother briefly, and said, "I love you, Mom."

Then she was off to her room where, when Julie peeked in, she was wearing headphones and dancing to music only she could hear.

"Whatever it is, I hope it keeps happening," said Julie, under her breath.

As far as Erica went, she was satisfied with her new relationship with Uncle Bob. Her emotional attachment to him had strengthened, of course. She felt a warm glow in her belly whenever she thought about what had happened, but she didn't dwell on it. In most respects, her life had changed only a little. She thought about her brothers a little differently, but that was mostly Chad, because he went on dates and spent time alone with girls. She wondered, idly, if Chad did to those girls what Uncle Bob had done to her, but she didn't really care about that all that much. The twins only went on dates rarely, and always together with whatever girls went with them. In some cases it was only one girl who went on a date with them.

Everyone in the family would have been astonished had they known that the twins were not virgins. They had lost their virginity to a girl named Vanessa Simms, who they took bowling one night and who, after that, had suggested they spend some time on a blanket in a farmer's field a few miles outside of town. Vanessa happily encouraged both boys to fuck her and each of the twins went twice, excitedly spurting in her hot depths. Vanessa had gone out with them again, this time bringing her friend, Judy Brockham, and again the twins went twice, once with each girl.

Oddly, perhaps, neither those girls nor those boys formed any romantic associations. For the girls, it may have been just the novelty of doing it with twins. It may have been that fact that caused the girls to draw back. Having sex was fun, but they hoped to snare boyfriends out of the deal and the twins didn't reciprocate. The girls moved on to other potential mates and the twins resumed masturbation sessions that were almost as good as the real thing.

Chad wasn't a virgin, either, but again, he wasn't interested in a serious girlfriend. His attention was fixed on a career as a Marine, after he graduated, like his dad. He figured there would be plenty of girls after that. He, too, masturbated a lot.

Julie knew her boys masturbated. The evidence was found in underwear or socks left in the laundry hampers. That sticky, crusty discharge was impossible to miss. If they had done their own laundry, they'd have noticed it, too, but they were oblivious. That left little Erica, who had never expressed interest in boys or dating. Girls don't leave plain evidence of masturbation, but Julie would never have believed her daughter did that. Not yet, anyway. That was fine with Julie, who knew boys were destined to sow their wild oats. She just didn't want any boys sowing them in her daughter. She hoped Erica would remain disinterested in boys - and the things boys liked to do with girls - until she was at least sixteen. Maybe by then Erica would have come to her for advice about boys.

Of them all, it was Bob who was the most affected by the changes in his life. The memory of Erica, naked, splayed on his bed, her legs open and kicking as she was finger-fucked to orgasm, made his dick stiff several times a day. Suddenly, pursuing, wooing, and convincing a woman to go to bed with him seemed like more work than it was worth. Erica was eager, and now he was eager for her to be eager.

Bob was eager, too.

And that is why he kept finding things around the house that he could hire his niece to come take care of.

The next thing was power washing the outside of the house. He called and Julie picked up the phone.

"Hey, beautiful," he said. "Can I hire your daughter to power wash my house?"

"Do you think she can handle that?" asked Julie.

"Sure. It's easy. I'm just too lazy to do it myself," he said. "I used to hire Chad to do these things but he's older, now, and busy with things."

"Yes, and we couldn't pry the twins away from their video games long enough to do that," said Julie. "She's in her bedroom. Let me ask her."

There was a pause, after which Julie returned to the phone.

"She said she'll do it, but it will cost you," said Julie.

"Payment is no issue," said Bob.

"Don't let her gouge you," said Julie.

Bob thought about how his fingers would likely end up gouging his niece.

"I'm sure she'll accept a reasonable fee," said Bob. "I have lots of little projects and I'll tell her if she wants to do them she has to give me a good price."

"Okay, good," said Julie. "You must handle her with a firm hand."

"Roger, dodger, over and out," said Bob, as he felt his cock thicken. He was thinking of ways a firm hand might help his niece orgasm.

"I'll send her over this afternoon, okay?" said Julie.

"Perfect," said Bob.

Erica arrived wearing a T shirt that the sleeves had been cut off of. It was a hand-me-down from Chad. Beneath that were cutoff jeans shorts and tennis shoes.

Immediately Erica stripped off the shoes, shirt, and shorts, to reveal a bikini that was white with blue, pink, and yellow blossoms on it.

"Mom said I'd probably get wet and suggested I wear this," she said.

"You look delicious," said Bob. He held up one finger. "Work first, and then play."

"Who says I want to play?" teased Erica. This new feeling that a man was interested in her still sent shivers down her spine. She had viewed coy behavior, though, and trying some of that on Uncle Bob was fun.

"I can always get a date with a hot woman who wants to play," he teased in return.

She went to him and threw her arms around his neck.

"They won't power wash your house," she said, before she kissed him on the lips.

"We'll see how good a job you do," he said. "Then we can talk about your … compensation."

"I have to have some money to take home," she said.

"Oh, you will. But it's the tip you're really working for." He smiled and kissed her like she'd just kissed him.

It took an hour and a half for her to circle the house, with Bob helping by handling the machine and hose. When they finished, they were both soaked by the overspray. Once the machine had been put away and they were back in the cool of the house, Bob said, "Give me your suit and I'll toss it in the dryer."

Erica stripped with no sign of reluctance or shame. She stood, proudly, holding out her wet suit to him and felt that warm ball in her stomach when his eyes raked her from toes to head. He didn't take her suit, though. He took his own shirt and shorts off, revealing a very stiff penis to her.

"See what you do to me?" he complained.

"I know how to make that soft," she said.

He took her suit from her hand, hurried to the dryer and got it going, and then returned to find her missing.

He located her on his bed, legs and arms thrown wide. He looked at her cute, almost hairless pussy.

"I have a new thing to make you feel good," he said.

"Okay," she said, without question.

He crawled on the bed, reached under her skinny butt and lifted it as he pressed his face to her sex.

"Uncle Bob!" she squealed. "I pee down there!"

He had just licked her from perineum to the top of her split, using the flat of his tongue. He looked up at her astonished face.

"You're not peeing right now. Please don't until I'm finished."

Then he went back and stiffened his tongue, making a spear of it and repeating his licking action. His stiffened tongue split her lips, dug briefly into her vaginal mouth, and ended up gliding across her clit. She made noises that were not words, and her hips bounced up off the bed.

Then he commenced to feast on her pussy, licking, sucking, and nipping with his teeth, as she went to a place she had no idea even existed.

Her hands beat on the covers on the bed. Her legs alternated between stiffening to the sides and upwards, pounding the bed with her heels, and wrapping around his neck and shoulders.

The first orgasm hit her before she was ready for it. She was still trying to deal with the initial sensations of getting her pussy expertly eaten. The orgasm pounced on her and she cried out. Bob kept going and didn't give her any rest until her heard her wail two more times. Then he kissed and licked his way up to her breasts, where he paused while he fisted his prick and used it to split, rub, and maul her vulva just as his tongue had.

He wanted to slide it in her, but he had enough self-control not to. Instead he stroked his cock, and knew that he'd cum very soon. Again he felt the strong urge to slip it in her, just a little, just to see what she'd do. In his mind she liked it and asked for more, until he was all the way in her molten grip. It was that thought that put him over the top and he lifted to watch as his spunk painted her pussy lips, sparse pubes, and stomach. One spurt went clear between her breasts. She lifted her own head to watch as the warm stuff coated her body.

No words were exchanged. She would have liked to have her hand on it when it shot off like that, but there was plenty of time later for that. For now she just enjoyed the intimacy of his fluid on her body. It wasn't "icky" in any way, shape, or form. It was part of him, and he was welcome on her body anytime.

He fell sideways and closed his eyes, which was why he didn't see her hand slide through the mess he'd left on her mons, and her fingers push up inside her, carrying his sperm with it.

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