Niece's Passion

by Lubrican

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Chapter Five

Bob pulled his face away from Erica's weeping pussy and turned it to see his sister-in-law leaning against the open doorway.

"Well, fuck," he said, softly. He rolled to sit on the edge of the bed as his niece scrambled to find some way to cover her nakedness. Her clothes were on the floor, six feet away, so she tried to burrow under covers that were still tucked in. Finally she tried to hide behind her uncle.

Bob kept trying to think of something to say, but he knew there were no words that would get him out of this situation. He was sad, not for himself, but because he knew this was going to make Erica's life hard. He berated himself for giving in to her at all. He knew better, but he'd been weak.

"Mom!" said Erica again. "It's not what you think!" she yipped.

Those words brought energy back into Julie's body. They were so ridiculous and so asinine that she was able to finally speak. Her mind had flip-flopped between emotional paralysis to rage, but now she was back in control. She'd been sad, too, as she contemplated the loss of innocence in her daughter. She saw the splash of yellow that was Erica's shorts, lying on the floor, carelessly cast there along with her little white crop top.

"Erica!" she gasped. Then, with more firmness in her voice, she went on. "Get dressed this instant! Go home. Do not go anywhere else until I get there. I need to talk to Bob." Her voice spat her brother-in-law's name.

"It's not what you think!" wailed Erica again, as her head appeared above Bob's naked shoulder.

"I said go home!" thundered Julie.

Erica obeyed her mother from fourteen years of acquiescence to maternal orders, leaping from the bed athletically and landing on her toes, with bent knees. She looked like some young animal, scared, wary, and ready to flee. She paused there, staring at her mother, and then darted to her clothing. Julie noticed with a small part of her mind that, when Erica pulled her clothes on, panties were not part of the program. The fact there was no bra didn't surprise her, but she expected to see panties.

"Julie," groaned Bob.

"You just shut up!" she snapped at him. "I'll deal with you in a minute. Erica, hurry up!"

"It's not what you think," moaned her daughter, again. "If you'll just let me explain …"

"You're already grounded for ... I don't know how long, yet," gasped Julie. "If you want to go all the way until you're twenty-one, just say one more word!"

Erica was crying, now, tears coursing down both cheeks, but she bit her tongue. Obviously her mother wasn't going to listen to her. Not now. A small, sickly hope lay inside her that, maybe later, she'd be able to explain.

She stood after covering her breasts with the crop top and took a tentative step toward the door. But her mother was there and she was reluctant to go too close to her. She hadn't seen her mother this angry since Chad had wrecked the car after drinking beer at a party.

Julie saw the fear in her daughter's eyes and it stabbed into her. She didn't want Erica to be afraid of her. Instinct caused her to go further into the room, leaving the doorway open. Erica moved toward it immediately, but then stopped. She was maybe three feet away from her mom.

"Please don't call the police," she begged. "It's not his fault."

Then she ran.

Julie turned to stare at Bob, who was slumped on the side of the bed.

"I'll just get dressed," he sighed.

"No … you will not," said Julie. She wondered why she'd said that, but she was in order-giving mode and she wanted to keep total control of the situation.

"I'll tell you everything," he said.

"You bet your ass you will," she snarled.

They were still in his bedroom. Neither had moved, but neither was talking. Julie didn't know where to start, and her frazzled mind couldn't settle down. Bob just sat there, waiting. Finally a question percolated up into her consciousness. It was a place to start.

"Why?" she asked, her voice anguished.

Bob was ready to answer. He didn't know if it would help or not, but he was ready. His primary emotions were concern that this would negatively affect Erica, but just as strong was the sadness that he'd hurt Julie so much.

"She came to me back in June, crying about how boys didn't notice her and never would. I tried to tell her that was silly, but she wouldn't hear that. She'd heard Chad and his friends talking about all the girls they wanted to bone and she was convinced no boy would ever think about her like that."

"So you boned her!" spat Julie.

"No!" he said, his voice urgent. "I've never done that. All I did was prove to her that at least one man thought she was sexy enough to want to bone her. I promise, we've never had sex." He blinked. "Not intercourse, I mean. She's still a virgin. I swear it!"

"She was naked," said Julie. "You were, too. I saw your erection!"

"All she does is ... um ... she uses her hand on me, and …" his voice trailed off. He was so miserable that he'd been about to say "her mouth" but then he got control and stopped.

"And what?" demanded Julie. "I don't believe for one second that you didn't fuck her. I saw her! She'd let you do anything you wanted!"

"That's true," admitted Bob. "But we both agreed that we couldn't go that far. She didn't want to and I'd never force her. It all happened so slowly." He blinked. "And so fast. I didn't intend for any of this to happen, but she was so happy that I got hot for her that she was impossible to resist."

"I believe you couldn't resist her. You're a man!" spat Julie.

"It wasn't like that," he sighed. "Not like you're thinking. She was so sure no boy would ever have any interest in her. Not like her friends. I only wanted to convince her she was wrong. And ... somehow ... things went sideways and when she found out I had an erection, she wanted to see it. No, she demanded to see it!"

"Don't you dare blame this on her!" growled Julie.

"I'm not blaming it on her," said Bob. "I knew it was wrong. But when she did see it, she was so delighted that I felt like ... I don't know ... like maybe it wasn't as bad as it seemed."

"And somehow that turned into you going down on her, naked, in your bed," said Julie, frostily.

"Don't be too hard on her," said Bob. "This is all my fault. I understand if you want to turn me in and have me thrown in jail. I probably deserve to be thrown in jail."

"You do deserve it!" yelled Julie. Her rage had produced that, but another part of her mind remembered Erica's legs, wrapping around him, and her words, exhorting him not to stop. She might be just fourteen, but her actions had been those of a girl much older. Julie knew if she had Bob arrested, Erica would not take it well. What she needed now was some course of action that would bring her and her daughter together, not tear them apart. Erica needed her mother right now, if only to try to help work through this ... this …

Julie realized she didn't know what kind of situation she was dealing with. That Erica had been a willing participant was obvious. Her exhortations about this not being what it looked like came back to Julie. Could he be telling the truth? Could it be that he hadn't pushed that long, thick penis into her virgin vagina? She walked up to him and leaned over.

"Look me in the eye," she ordered. He did so. "Now swear to me you didn't have intercourse with my daughter."

"I did not have intercourse with Erica," he said, staring directly into her eyes.

Something deep in her believed him. She didn't want to ... and she did. She felt relief, but that was just a tiny, bright spark in the dark nightmare she'd just witnessed.

"I don't know what to do," she said, under her breath.

"Go talk to her," urged Bob. "Don't yell at her, just talk. Let her talk. If you can get her to talk, then I think you'll see what I saw. She was scared, and miserable. All I did was try to get her to work through that. I swear that's all it started out as."

"And when did it work up to what I just saw?" asked Julie.

"That happened over time. Honestly, it's kind of foggy in my mind. She wanted to see an erection she caused, and when she did, she wanted to touch it. And that led to ... some other stuff, but she said she didn't want to have sex. She just wanted to see what things were like. I admit I gave her her first orgasm because I was so horny, and I shouldn't have done that, because she loved it and wanted to feel that again. And I jacked off because I wanted to put it in her but I knew I couldn't, and she liked seeing that, too. It was little things, things I didn't plan, that kept going deeper. Except we held firm about no intercourse. I even told her she might want to and that if she did, she had to admit it. I wanted her to know how strong these feelings can get so she's ready for when she can go on dates."

"Oh, she's not going on any dates. Not if she'll do that with you. You might not fuck her, but any boy she goes out with won't have that reservation. No, she's not dating until she leaves home!"

"Julie, Sweetheart, please don't go that way with her. She was just curious. And she had a lot of self control. She knows what she wants and doesn't want. If you won't let her go out on dates, she'll just sneak around behind your back."

"Like she's been sneaking around behind my back with you?" snorted Julie.

"Yeah," he sighed. "I guess so."

"How could you get an erection for a fourteen-year-old girl?" complained Julie.

"She's cute," said Bob, automatically. "And she's bright, and smart, and happy. Any woman who's like that is sexy, no matter what her age."

He'd been doing fine - relatively speaking - until now. But he was just as frazzled as Julie was, and his mouth ran away with him at that point.

"She's just like you," he said.

She stood back up as her back complained about being bent over for so long.

"What?" she asked, startled.

"Nothing," he said, as he realized he'd said something stupid.

"No, you said I'm like that. What did you mean?"

"I mean you're smart and healthy and happy," he groaned.

"Are you saying I'm sexy?" she gasped.

"No," he groaned further. "That's not what I meant."

"You said Erica gave you an erection because she was smart and healthy and happy. Then you said I'm the same way. What am I supposed to think about that? Are you coming on to me, Bob?!"

"Of course not," he gasped.

"Stand up!" she ordered.

He had no idea where she was going, but he stood. She looked down at his groin. He looked down, too. Only then did he realize he was still erect. Or erect again.

"You'd think getting caught naked with a fourteen-year-old girl by that girl's mother would take the starch out of you," commented Julie.

"Fear," he gasped. "Adrenaline. That's all it is."

"Hmmm," went Julie.

What was going through her mind was trying to figure this man out. If he was telling the truth, he had the opportunity to seduce an innocent girl. He had seduced an innocent girl. He'd seduced her to the point where she'd lain naked in his bed and spread her legs for him. She was quite sure he could have "convinced" Erica to go all the way. But he hadn't. If he was telling the truth. And here he was, sporting the same erection he'd had for that innocent girl ... or sporting one for her. She could see the guilt in his eyes about having that erection. What she couldn't figure out was whether the guilt was about Erica ... or her!

Not that she wanted him to have an erection for her. She didn't want him to have an erection for either of them! But if it was for her, he had not tried to come on to her. He had not been like other men she knew who said things like, "Come on, Baby, you know I turn you on. Why waste a perfectly good hardon?" It was men like that that convinced her not to date at all.

At least Bob wasn't one of those. It was small comfort, but at least he wasn't like them.

"I need to go talk to my daughter," she said.

"Yes."

"Don't go anywhere. I might come back."

"Okay," he said. "I'll wait here."

She went to the doorway and then turned back.

"If I don't come back, I might send someone else to talk to you," she warned.

"I'll be here," he said, quietly.

"And put some pants on!" she snapped.

"Right," he said.

Erica was in her room, still dressed in her yellow shorts and white crop top. She was just sitting on the bed, staring at the wall when Julie walked into the room without knocking.

"Good. You're here," said Julie.

"Of course," said Erica. "You told me to come here."

On the five block walk back to her house, Julie's mind had moved a thousand miles an hour. In particular she looked back on the months of her daughter's upbeat mood. Robby had even noticed it and said something to her. He'd hypothesized a secret boyfriend. If only he knew! But she was happy, all those months. She hadn't acted traumatized, like abused girls were said to act. She hadn't acted sullen or angry. She hadn't been depressed. Quite the opposite, in fact. She'd been helpful. She'd gotten along with her brothers. She'd been ... happy.

Julie could understand that. When Paul was alive she was happy, most of the time. Even when he was deployed and she worried for his safety, there was an underlying, sleeping joy that he'd be back, sooner or later, and she'd be able to hold him in her arms. That was the hardest part of his death: the knowledge that never again could she hold him, or be held by him.

She could hold his children, though, and she did that a lot in those first six or eight horrible months, until the immediacy of his loss began to fade. It hadn't ever left her, but at least now it was tolerable. She still thought about him every day, but it didn't debilitate her anymore.

She hadn't talked to the kids, lately, about how they were doing. It was easy to let her job and chores at home anesthetize her, to let sometimes imagined exhaustion lull her into bed each night. She knew she wasn't actually exhausted, but it helped to believe that so she could collapse in bed instead of staying up and engaging with her children. They didn't want to talk to her anyway.

Her pity party only lasted a block, and then she began trying to decide how to approach Erica. She knew Bob was right. Grounding her until she was twenty-one ... or eighteen ... wouldn't work. What needed to happen was for Erica to want to talk to her mother about her feelings ... instead of talking to her uncle about them. Julie felt guilty for a little bit that she hadn't cultivated a relationship in which Erica could share what was going on in her life. She wanted to correct that, but she didn't know how. Was it too late?

It was that concern that was her opening when she walked into the room and saw her perfectly normal-looking daughter sitting on the bed. She looked as innocent and pure as the day is long.

"Bob said you went to him to talk about why boys didn't notice you. Is that true?"

Erica just nodded.

"Why didn't you come talk to me?" asked Julie, her voice anguished.

Erica blinked.

"Because he's a guy," she said, simply. "I figured he'd know how guys think."

Julie blinked. That answer made her feel better, somehow.

"But you never came to me for advice or information," moaned Julie. "Why don't you want to talk to me?

Erica shrugged.

"Well, it wasn't because I don't want to talk to you. It's just that some things happened that I was pretty sure you'd be real mad about if you found out. I couldn't talk to you about those things. And anyway, what I was all worried about got cleared up by Uncle Bob."

"By him showing you his penis," yipped Julie.

"He didn't want to!" said Erica. "I made him!"

"A fourteen-year-old girl can't make a grown man do anything!" snorted her mother.

"Of course I can," said Erica. "I have him wrapped around my little finger. He can't resist me."

"His only job was to resist you!" yelled Julie.

"I know," said Erica, chastened. "He knew that, too. I just kind of wiggled through his defenses. He'd say no, and I'd say why not?"

"I don't understand why you wanted to do anything at all!" groaned Julie.

"I didn't, at first. But when I found out he got a boner for me, it just felt so good that it was kind of addicting. I kept wanting him to get them because they made me feel so good. I wasn't the ugly girl anymore. I wasn't the flat girl who gets called Eric sometimes. I wasn't in school with the kids who say stuff like that, but I knew if I was, I could look at them and just smile and think, 'You don't know shit, asshole.'" She blinked. "I owe the swear jar so much money," she sighed.

"Yes, you do," said Julie. "When did all this swearing start?"

"I don't know," said Erica. "I guess when things got so intense there were no regular words that seemed strong enough to describe it."

"What kind of things?" asked Julie.

Erica blushed.

"That's kind of personal, Mom."

"Don't even go there," said Julie. "You will tell me everything that happened. Bob insists he didn't have intercourse with you, but I'm not sure I believe him. Do I need to get you to the doctor to find out if you're pregnant?"

Erica's behavior then was very adult. She didn't get upset. She simply shook her head.

"No. That never happened. I told him I didn't want that and he told me a hundred times we couldn't go that far."

"How far did you go?"

"This is embarrassing," said Erica, blushing even harder.

"Too bad," said Julie. "Tell me everything."

Julie's feet seemed to drag on the floor when she left Erica's room, as if they were wearing lead boots. Her mind was awhirl, though, so she didn't notice. There were several things vying for the position of primary importance and she was so shocked that she just couldn't settle her mind on one issue.

For one thing, Erica had only been embarrassed before she started recounting how Uncle Bob had made her feel so normal. That was the word she used. Normal! As if incest could ever be normal! That's how Julie thought of it. She thought of Bob as "brother" and he was, legally speaking, Erica's uncle. But Erica said that, after he got excited over her - got boners for her - she felt like a normal girl for the first time in her life.

Julie tried to empathize with her flat-chested daughter, but it was difficult. Julie had grown busty boobs early. At thirteen she wore an A cup bra and a year later she was wearing C cups. She just had no experience with being flat-chested. Not when she would have cared about it. To the contrary, her big boobs had caused her anguish.

It was the rest of Erica's description of things that Julie wasn't ready for. Not that any mother would be prepared for her daughter to describe her sex life, but this was particularly difficult for Julie because she could empathize very much with the feelings her daughter described.

Like having a fat finger up in your vagina, wiggling around, scratching things that made you want to pee your non-existent pants.

Like having your clitty sucked for what seemed like hours.

Like having a man's lips nurse gently at your nipples.

Like being in the shower naked with a man you love.

Like sucking the penis of that same man.

Julie remembered all those things. She had loved all those things. And she really missed being able to feel all those things.

At some point Julie's mind interposed her for her daughter, and she imagined Bob treating her like that, instead of Erica.

That was when she said, "Enough!" and dragged her feet toward the door.

"Mom?" Erica's voice came softly, with unspecified questions in it.

"I'll talk to you more, later," Julie said. "Right now I need to think."

She ended up in her own bedroom, without conscious intent. She sat on her bed and tried to bring order to her mind. It took some time, but eventually she could concentrate on one emotion.

She was horny.

She groaned. How could hearing about distasteful behavior make her horny?! No, it wasn't just distasteful. It was abominable! It was unthinkable! He was thirty-four years old, and her daughter was only fourteen! He shouldn't have done that with any fourteen-year-old girl, much less his own niece!

She hadn't felt like this for years. Sure, she got excited, now and then. She'd bought the dildos because of that, but she only used them once a month or so. Her eyes moved to the drawer the dildos were in. She felt the urge to use one now!

She tried to push that thought away, to get back to what to do about Erica. It was obvious that Erica wasn't damaged. Sweet, innocent Erica was handling all this effortlessly, or at least that's how it looked. She hadn't been warped by this attention. If anything, Julie had to admit that her daughter had blossomed under the ... attention ... Bob had given her. Julie had noticed how upbeat and happy Erica was. Even Robby had noticed it. He had realized something was going on, even if he looked at it from the viewpoint of a male and a brother.

Julie's eyes strayed to the drawer again. She couldn't settle her aroused libido. But she also couldn't use a dildo right now. If she did, she knew her mind would create images that she didn't want to see right now ... images of Bob and Erica. Or even worse, images of Bob and her!

Anger coursed through her body. Why hadn't Erica come to her about her problems. Why did she have to go to her uncle?

The world jerked as she wondered what would have happened if Paul was still alive. Would Erica have gone to him?

She sighed. There was no way to tell. Granted, Bob had been the male role model in the family to some degree, more than any other man had, but he wasn't there all the time, ingratiating himself with her children. He obviously hadn't groomed Erica like she heard about pedophiles grooming their victims.

And, obviously, Erica wasn't acting like a victim.

Angrily, Julie decided she was the victim, here! She was the person who was going to have to deal with this mess and set the rules for what happened going forward.

Now that aspect of all this took over her mind. How was she going to move forward? How was she going to manage Erica moving forward? It was very clear to her that Erica didn't think anybody had done anything wrong. Erica would be just as happy going back to Bob again and again. She'd even hinted at that when she'd said, "Mom, he makes me feel so good! Why wouldn't I want to go there as much as possible? Why wouldn't I want to feel the things he makes me feel?"

With a jerk Julie realized the horniness was gone, banished by some other feeling that was making her tense and angry and desirous of some kind of retribution. She knew retribution wouldn't solve anything. Turning Bob in to the police wouldn't solve anything. All that would do was ruin his life and alienate her daughter. It might alienate her sons, too, because they'd find out everything. Would they think she was a terrible mother?

She wasn't a terrible mother! She'd been doing the best she could, alone, since her mate had died in that stupid war!

She felt guilt. Paul wouldn't have thought of it as a stupid war. Not at all.

She flopped backwards on the bed, groaning. She wanted her husband. She needed him. Why did she have to go through this?

She growled.

This was all Erica's fault!

Tears finally came, but they were tears of guilt as she remembered yelling at Bob not to try to blame Erica for this.

It wasn't Erica's fault.

It was Mother Nature's fault.

And with that, she was suddenly horny again. It happened so unexpectedly and so quickly that she was reaching for the knob of the drawer before she even realized it.

An orgasm would help. It would clear her mind. It would let her think rationally again.

She pulled the larger dildo from the drawer and let it drop on the bed.

Then she started taking her clothes off.

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