Niece's Passion

by Lubrican

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Chapter Six

Why Julie elected to disrobe before using her toy is a matter for philosophers or psychologists to decide. Maybe it was because she'd always been naked when she used it. For whatever reason, that's what she did. She also didn't get under the covers, but that's not so strange. It was the middle of the day, almost lunch time.  Her door was closed and that seemed sufficient to her addled mind.

That it was almost lunch time is the only reason Robby and Randy emerged from their room. They expected to find their mother making them lunch and when she wasn't in the kitchen they didn't know what to do. Their choice of action might seem peculiar, unless one reflects on their age, and the fact that they quite consciously avoided their parent, who might, at any time, tell them to stop playing video games and go outside, or give them some chore to complete. They didn't go looking for their mother at that point. They went looking for Erica, instead.

Again, who knows why two teenage boys thought Erica would know where their missing mother was, but that's where they began their investigation. Erica was, of course, still in her room. She knew she was in big trouble and she wasn't going to compound it by going AWOL from the last place her mother had told her to be.

"Where's mom?" asked Randy, opening Erica's door without knocking.

"How many times do I have to tell you to knock?!" yelled Erica. She wanted someone to be mad at. "What if I'd been naked, you assholes?"

"Five bucks," said Robby, smiling. "You weren't naked. And we wouldn't want to look at you even if you were. Where's Mom?"

"Why do you need to know?" said their recalcitrant sister.

"Because we're hungry and she's not in the kitchen making us lunch," said Randy.

"Go make your own lunch!" yelled Erica. "Did it ever occur to you that she might have more important things to do than cater to your every whim?"

"Like what?" asked Randy.

This was approaching territory Erica didn't want them anywhere near. She might have felt a naive, child-like hope that her mom might understand all this, but she knew if her brothers ever found out about it they'd make her life miserable forever.

"You go see if you can be a little less helpless in the kitchen, and I'll go find Mom," she said.

"Okay," said Randy, happily. To him, his problem had been solved and he probably wouldn't have to do anything else. He could feed himself if needed, but why go to all that effort?

Erica hurried to her mother's room, perhaps by instinct. She tapped three times and then went in.

"Mom, the twins are crying about not having -"

That was as far as she got before she recognized that her mother was nude, writhing on the bed, shoving something long and dark in and out of her vagina rapidly.

"Oh!" gasped both women, simultaneously.

"Fuck!" squealed Julie.

"Five -" Erica stopped and turned around to close the door hurriedly.

"Mom!" she gasped. "What if I'd been Randy or Robby?"

Julie threw the dildo, which hit the wall and bounced, making a soft thud. She leapt off the bed and started pulling her clothes on again.

"It's okay, Mom," said Erica, again by instinct. "I get it. I have to do the same thing sometimes." She blinked. "I mean I don't have one of those, but you know what I mean."

Julie couldn't talk. She was too embarrassed. She was also angry with herself for being so weak. She'd let her emotions get the better of her and now her daughter had caught her masturbating. She tied her second shoe and finally looked at Erica.

"Erica," she sighed. That was all she had.

"It's kind of nice to know somebody else does that," said Erica, who had matured a heck of a lot that summer. "I mean I don't have a ... thing ... but it's the same thing, right?"

Julie was astonished by how easily Erica was handling all this. It calmed her quickly and suddenly she could think again.

"It's called a dildo," she said.

"I knew that," said Erica. "It just felt funny to say it. You know ... in front of you."

"You saw me using it," said Julie.

"It looks bigger than Uncle Bob's finger," said Erica, artlessly.

Julie closed her eyes. She'd had a firm image of Bob's face in her mind when she was interrupted only seconds before an orgasm got there. She'd known it was going to be a doozy of an orgasm, too. That might have been because she was overflowing with tension and stress and that orgasm might have been a catharsis. She'd also realized, during her masturbation session, that she was jealous of her daughter. Just identifying jealousy as part of her stress load had helped. Jealousy was something she thought she could do something about.

"Let's not talk about Uncle Bob's finger right now," said Julie. "You said the twins are looking for lunch?"

"Yes, but they need to learn to cook," said Erica. "They expect you to jump whenever they want something."

"I'm their mother," said Julie. "That's what mothers do."

"They could also do their own laundry," snorted Erica.

"As could you," pointed out Julie.

"Okay, I'll start doing my own. You'll have to help me make sure I don't ruin anything, but once I learn, I'll do all my own laundry."

"I don't mind doing it," said Julie. She'd been doing the job of two parents for years. She was inured to it.

"You should be free to …" Erica stopped talking, but her gaze went to the big black dildo lying on the floor where it had bounced. "Why is it black?" she suddenly asked.

"It was the only one that had the shape and size I thought I'd like," said Julie, amazed that she could have this conversation with her little girl. Then again, her little girl had a better sex life than her adult mother.

"It looks big," commented Erica. "It might be even bigger than Uncle Bob's."

Erica's eyes got round and she clamped both hands over her mouth.

"Sorry," she said, her voice muffled by her hands.

"I think we're past the stage where we need to be sorry about speaking plainly," sighed Julie. "I'm actually proud that you have been so … forthcoming ... about what happened."

"I'll give it all up if you promise not to call the police on him," said Erica, speaking very plainly.

"You'll give it all up no matter what I decide to do," said Julie, sternly.

Erica's body language made it clear that was like getting a sentence of life, without parole. Julie felt a twinge of reluctance, but then her resolve stiffened.

"Sweetheart, I know both of you were trying to keep everything under control, but look at it. In just ... what? Two months? In just two months you went from nothing to doing everything lovers do except have intercourse. Do you really believe you wouldn't be tempted to do even that in the next two months? That's what nature drives us to do, Erica."

"That's what Uncle Bob said, too," sighed Erica.  "He already wants to, but he said he won't because I'm not ready, yet."

"See? He said you're not ready yet. But that means there will come a time when he thinks you are ready. And that time won't be when you're eighteen or twenty. It will be soon. It will probably be before you're even fifteen!"

Erica thought about that.

"We're being straight with each other, right?" she said.

Julie nodded.

"Okay, then, say I did want to someday. If I was on the pill that would make it okay, right?"

"No," said Julie, trying to control her anger. "All the pill would do is inhibit conception. And that's only in 97% of the time. It's still possible to get pregnant when you're taking birth control pills. But that doesn't matter. Being on the pill doesn't make it fine and dandy to have sex with your uncle. It doesn't make it fine and dandy to have sex with anybody right now. You need to wait until you're at least seventeen, and I'd like it much better if you waited until you met the man you're going to marry, the man you love more than any other man, the man you want to give your virginity to."

"So I can't give my virginity to Uncle Bob," said Erica.

"Of course not!" yelled Julie. "You shouldn't be doing anything with him!"

"It's not fair," said Erica, her face showing signs of stubbornness. "Nobody else ever looks at me like he does, or says the kind of things to me he does. He makes me feel pretty. Everybody else treats me like a boy!"

"Sweetheart, that will change," groaned Julie. "Have a little patience. The last thing you need are boys chasing you around trying to get in your pants."

"Uncle Bob said that, too. And that's easy for you to say," said Erica. "You have big, beautiful boobs, and a fantastic shape, and you're beautiful and guys would love to mess around with you. But look at me, Mom. I don't have any of those things. It just isn't fair!"

"I know, Baby," said Julie, opening her arms to her distressed daughter.

It was only as Erica rushed into her mother's arms that Julie realized she should have given Erica this hug as soon as she got home.

That's because this hug magically made everything okay.

It didn't make it all go away ... but it made it okay.

And that's when, proving Erica's earlier concern was valid, Randy opened his mother's bedroom door without knocking and marched in.

"We're starving, and we don't know how to cook!" he complained.

Julie let Erica loose and stood, with her hands on her hips.

"We're going to remedy that. You're going to get cooking lessons."

"Great," groaned Robby, from behind his brother.

"And I'm also going to teach you how to do your own laundry," said Julie.

Both boys groaned this time.

Julie smiled the smile of a puma about to pounce on a rabbit.

"And that's just for starters," she said.

The distraction of starting the domestic education of the twins was actually a helpful distraction for Julie, because it took her mind off of Bob. She still had no idea what to do about him, or even how to approach him. Making the boys learn how to make a meal and then watching as they went through the process of washing and drying their clothes settled her down.

It wasn't until three hours later, when she finally released the boys and they dashed back to their room, that Julie took stock of her emotions.

She thought it was ironic that she was still horny. True, her masturbation session had been interrupted at the critical point, but she still thought her libido might have gone back to sleep while she talked about oven temperatures and how the food processor worked, and then how to separate colors from whites and what settings to use on the machine.

But it hadn't. Erica's description of the things she and Bob had done had awakened something in her she'd thought was sleeping, possibly even dead.

Now she was alone with her thoughts, and she realized she had to do something. She also remembered she'd told him not to leave his house. She looked at her watch. Five hours had passed!

She called him.

"You're there!" she said, surprised that he still was.

"You told me to stay here," he said, simply.

"Can I come talk to you?" she asked.

"Of course," he said. "Do I need to be ready for you and the police to arrive at the same time?"

"No," she sighed. "That's part of what I want to talk about."

"I'll understand if you want to prosecute me," he said.

"I know. I think that's part of the problem. You should be prosecuted, but I don't want to do that. I think I'm confused."

"Come on over," he said. "I'll put on a pot of coffee."

Julie walked to his house again. She told herself it would give her time to think. She did that, but she still came to no conclusion about what to do.

"I don't know what to do," she admitted, when she walked in. Usually they hugged when they met, but this time his hands twitched uncomfortably at his sides.

"I don't, either," he said. "I hope I haven't ruined our relationship, but I know I probably have."

"I thought so, too," she said, "except that Erica is fine. She's better than fine. She's happy that all this happened and she doesn't want it to stop."

"She said that?"

"In so many words," sighed Julie.

"I knew it was wrong," he said.

"I knew it was wrong, too," said Julie, her voice heated. "But, from all I can see, it wasn't wrong for Erica."

"Of course it was," said Bob.

"No, you don't understand. What I meant is that she doesn't understand that there's anything wrong with what happened. You made her feel normal for the first time in her life. That's exactly what she told me. She was angry and unhappy and disillusioned, but then you made her feel like a girl."

"She was already a girl," he said.

"Yes, but she didn't feel like a girl. She felt like a freak. You made that go away."

"That was my intent," he said, "but I didn't mean for it to go as far as it went."

"She'd give you her virginity if you asked her to," said Julie.

"I told her we couldn't do that."

"She says you wanted to, but that you didn't because she said she wasn't ready. Is that true?"

"Yeah," he sighed.

"You wanted to fuck ..." Julie closed her eyes. "You wanted to have sex with her?"

"I was weak," he groaned.

"You weren't weak, Bob. You controlled your own urges. That's not something men do well."

"We're not here to talk about the few good things I did," he said. "I know you're angry and I'll do anything you want me to to fix this."

Julie paced. Then she turned and glared at him.

"You know the crazy thing about all this?"

"What?"

"I got jealous!"

"Jealous?"

"She told me everything, Bob, about all of it. She described everything you did to her and everything she did to you. And I got mad. I thought I got mad, but in actuality I got horny! It's insane!"

"You remembered Paul," he said, softly.

"Yes! And I miss him. I miss all the things we did, the same things you and Erica did. I thought that was all dead and buried, but thanks to you, it's all rolling around in my head. I even went so far as to -" She stopped, suddenly, horrified that she'd been about to tell him about the dildo. "I had a hard time because of it," she said.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I really never meant for anything to happen, except for her to know that a man thought she was cute and sexy."

"Would'a, should'a, could'a," sighed Julie.

"So what do you want me to do, now?" he asked.

"I don't know," she groaned.

"Obviously Erica can't come over here anymore," he said.

"Do you really think it's that easy? She loves all this. You've opened Pandora's box, Bob. She's not going to just stop wanting her lover's attention."

"I'm not her lover," said Bob. "Not really."

Julie faced him.

"Bob, don't be an idiot. If you'd done all that with me, I'd be sure we were lovers. I'd be sure you were my boyfriend, and I'd be quite sure we'd end up in bed, going all the way!"

"I didn't do those things with you," said Bob. "And anyway, you're an adult and it would have been completely different."

"Different how? Because I wouldn't come to you and complain that men don't notice me?"

"Of course not. If you had I would have laughed."

"Why?"

"Because you're gorgeous. I know men notice you and you know it too. The difference is that Erica didn't know that."

"You never told me you thought I was gorgeous before this," said Julie. "Why not?"

"Because you were married to my brother maybe?" he snorted. "Paul would have kicked my ass if he knew I looked at you that way."

She sat down.

"Do you know he told me you used to sneak around trying to catch us making out?" she said.

"He knew?"

"Yes, and I knew, too. I may even have teased you once or twice. You were so cute back then."

"Julie, there's only a year's difference in our ages."

"I know that, but I thought of Paul as much older. I knew you were struggling with girls. I shouldn't have teased you. I'm sorry."

"A lot of good that does me now, but thanks."

"You're doing fine with girls. I know you bring college girls home and they spend the night."

"How do you know that?"

"Chad told me, for one thing. He came to mow your lawn one day and a girl answered the door. All she was wearing was a towel. It freaked him out."

"That was Melody. She came and said 'some boy' was at the front door and wanted to talk to me. I didn't realize she'd opened the door. I thought she talked to him through it."

"Nope. He had an erection when he told me about it. It was pushing his pants out."

"Your son had an erection in front of you?" Bob's voice rose.

"You got an erection in front of my daughter," Julie pointed out.

"Oh. Yeah. I guess I did."

"You said you'd have coffee," said Julie. They hadn't moved out of the living room since she got there.

"Yeah, but it might be burnt by now," he said. "There's something wrong with my coffee pot. It gets too hot. I need to get a new one." He blinked. "Sorry. I'm babbling."

Together they went to his kitchen. The coffee wasn't burnt and both poured a cup. Both drank it black. Julie sat down at the table.

"I'm really kind of astonished that you're taking all this so well," he said, sitting across from her.

"I have no idea how I'm taking it at all," she sighed. "So far I found out my daughter's been all but having sex with my brother, and that it not only didn't hurt her, but that she loves it. And then I got mad, except I was actually horny. If anybody's twisted up by this it's me."

"I hope you're right," he said.

"You want me to be twisted up?" she yipped.

"No, I mean about Erica being okay. I didn't want to hurt her. Things just kind of swirled out of control. She's a very ... forceful ... personality."

"She said she made you show her your penis. Is that really true? How can a fourteen year old make a man do that?"

"That's when things began to spiral out of control. I hugged her and smelled her hair and I just got stiff. I didn't want to get stiff. It just happened. And I thought that would prove to her that she could do that to a man, so I told her about it. It was just supposed to be proof that she was wrong, and that men would notice her. And then she got all loud, demanding to see it, and calling it hers, because she caused it. She got louder and louder until I was afraid the neighbors would hear, so I just showed her."

"You just jerked your pants down and exposed yourself," said Julie.

"Actually, she undid my pants and jerked them down. I was afraid she was going to rip my skin with her fingernails."

Julie put her forehead down on the table and bounced it gently.

"I'll never be able to un-see the image of my daughter jerking a man's pants down to get to his erection," she groaned.

"Well, you asked ... kind of," he said.

She looked up.

"And if I asked you to show me your erection right now would you do it?"

He blinked.

"I don't have an erection," he said.

"That's not the point, Bob. Just because a woman asks for something doesn't mean you should give it to her!"

"How is a guy supposed to know that? Women ask for stuff all the time. Men would be stupid to just say no to everything."

"I know. I'm sorry. I'm just frazzled."

"We still haven't figured out what comes next," he pointed out.

"I can't just forbid her to do things," said Julie. "That won't work. It didn't work for me and it wouldn't work for her."

"You were a naughty girl back then?" he teased. It was an attempt to lighten the mood.

"I got pregnant in high school, if you'll remember," she said, sourly. "Your brother had a silver tongue."

Bob imagined that silver tongue doing to Julie what his own tongue did to Erica.

Suddenly, he was erect in his pants.

It is said that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result ... but that's just what Bob did. Again, he thought that pointing out to a woman that he had an erection might actually solve a problem. In this case, his thought process was that he could show Julie that he got erections very easily, and that's why he got one for her daughter.

"Wow," he said. "I didn't have an erection, but I do, now. See how fast something like that can happen?"

He stood to display that the front of his shorts was tented obscenely.

Julie's reaction was on two levels. She definitely remembered how quickly Paul could get stiff. It seemed to happen in seconds. Secondly, she remembered seeing the penis that was making the tent in front of her eyes. She hadn't stared at it, but her mind had taken a picture, and now it popped that picture up. It had reminded her of Paul's because Paul had also been uncut. Both were long and stiff. At the time she'd seen it, she'd assumed it was about to plunder her poor daughter's innocence. She knew, now, that wasn't the case. Erica would have sucked it until it was limp.

And that reminded her that sucking Paul's cock when they didn't have time to have sex had been one of her great joys. She loved that she could send him off relaxed and happy, instead of sexually frustrated.

She stared at the lump being caused by what her daughter had sucked numerous times.

And instantly she was horny again.

"Don't show it to me," she groaned.

He sat back down.

"I only meant to show you how fast it can happen. That's what happened with Erica."

"But then you showed it to her," moaned Julie.

"Yeah, but she really kind of insisted!"

Julie got it. On one level she'd love nothing more than getting to see Bob's cock. Despite all the current turmoil, she liked him - loved him on one level. That was firmly ingrained in her psyche. She might be angry with him, but she still felt very positive emotions towards him. It occurred to her that he could do for her what he'd done for Erica. But that was crazy. The last thing she needed to do was go into competition for Bob's attention.

She froze.

Competition.

How would Erica feel if she had some competition? Would she finally understand why her mother didn't want her doing these things at her age? Would a little jealousy help the young woman understand that entering into these kinds of relationships was a mistake ... at least until she was much older.

"I have an idea," she said.

"What?"

"I don't want to talk about it, yet."

"Okay. What should I do?"

"Nothing, for now. I may be back with Erica, later. Do you trust me?"

"Of course," he said.

"If I come back and am acting strangely, just go with it, okay?"

"I don't understand."

She got right up in his face.

"If I ask you to do something, whatever it is, just do what I ask. Is that plain enough?"

"But you said not to do that," he whined.

"And now I'm telling you, whatever I tell you to do just do it! If I'm right, this might solve the problem."

"Okay," he said. "You can't tell me about it now?"

"I haven't thought it all out completely. Just trust me."

"Okay. I will," he said.

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