Niece's Passion

by Lubrican

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Chapter Ten

Their second tryst was very different than their first, but very similar in some ways. It was different in that, when she arrived, they started kissing as soon as the door was closed. There was no semblance of reluctance, this time. It was very similar because no foreplay other than hot kisses was needed. They were naked and he was in her within ten minutes of her arrival.

He was more ... robust ... this time. It wasn't that he was rough, but he was much more forceful in his lunges as his cock massaged the walls of her vagina.

There was also more verbal communication this time.

"I've missed this so much," she panted, thrusting her hips up at him.

"You don't have to miss it anymore," he huffed, going in and rubbing.

"Ahhh, yes, like that," she groaned. "You're so much better than my dildo."

"I knew you had one," he gasped.

"How?" She squeezed him with the muscles in her pelvic floor and an orgasm surprised her. She gasped and shuddered under him.

He recognized what was happening and kept grinding, to assist her. He waited until she could breathe deeply before he moved in her again.

"I just wondered how you coped," he said. "I theorized you had a big, fat dildo."

"I like you better," she panted. "I don't have orgasms like that with my dildo."

"Good," he said, pulling almost out and sliding back in. "I like having job security. Was that one enough? I'd like to cum."

"Go ahead. I often take hours to shop. I'd like to think I can get you going again."

"Can I cum in you?" he panted. "I want to cum inside you, Julie."

"This would probably be a bad time to do that," she groaned.

"That doesn't answer the question," he said.

"Do you want to cum in me under those circumstances?" she breathed.

"You're kidding," he grunted. "I'm a stallion, remember?"

"And if my belly gets big?" she asked.

"Now I have to cum!" he gasped. "Tell me quick! I can't last more than a few seconds!"

Her legs lifted to wrap around his upper thighs.

"Seriously?" he groaned, going in deep.

"Seriously," she gasped in return.

"Ohhhh, Baby," he cried as he jetted into her molten depths. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, or I wouldn't let you do this," she whispered into his ear.

They lay, naked and relaxed.

"That was intense," he breathed.

"It was," she replied.

He rolled to face her.

"You'd really let me get you pregnant?"

"In moments of sanity, I'd say I'm very reluctant. Ther problem is, it turns out you make me a little insane, sometimes."

"Maybe you should go on the pill, then, because I'll be honest. Any time we do this I'll want to breed you."

"That's a little harsh," she said.

"I'm a stallion, remember?"

"And do you want to breed Erica, too? Because I'm a lot firmer in my opinion about that than I am about letting you ... breed ... me."

"I don't want to breed either of you," he said. "Not when we're not making love. It's only when I'm in you that I lose control."

"Then you need to make good and well sure you don't go in Erica," said Julie.

"What about you? I'm helpless when it comes to you."

"I can manage my own fertility, thank you," she said. "I know now not to let you near me when I'm ovulating."

"Okay, good," he sighed. "Did you know you have fabulously beautiful breasts?"

"Again? Already? I thought I'd have to do some work."

"I don't think you'll ever need to do anything except just be your beautiful self."

"You like these?" she said, cupping one breast.

"We've had that discussion, but I've never been able to show you."

He leaned in to capture and suck one permanently distended nipple. Since breastfeeding, her nipples had never gone flat again. It was bothersome when they pushed through her clothing. She liked the freedom of going braless, rarely, but she had to be careful of who would see her in that situation.

"Ohhh, that's nice," she said as he nursed, gently. "The other one feels lonely, Bob."

He moved over her, straddling her hips, and spent ten minutes giving her nipple love. Then he moved up to her lips, gripped his newly stiff prick, and nudged it into her vaginal opening. She was still leaking his original discharge, and his entry was effortless as she moaned into his mouth.

He lifted his lips.

"You're my prize mare," he whispered.

"And you're a satyr," she said.

This time it was slow and gentle. He spent the majority of the time buried deep in her as he rubbed her through two more orgasms.

"You're so dangerous," she panted, after the second one.

"Why's that?" he asked. He wasn't even out of breath.

"All that talk about breeding has infected me," she whined.

"You want to be on top so when I cum you can hop off?" he offered.

"No," she gasped.

She went to work on him, squeezing and loosening, working muscles that hadn't been used in years.

It only took her five more minutes to milk him to completion.

He groaned and inundated her cervix with his liquid offering.

"You didn't go to the mall," said Erica as Julie came in the door.

"Why would you say that? I just didn't find anything I liked."

"You look like you found something you like a lot!" whispered Erica.

"I don't know what you're talking about," said Julie.

"I'm gonna use a bad word, but you can't fine me," said Erica.

"What? Why?"

"I've heard this phrase before. I never knew what it really meant until I saw you a minute ago."

"What phrase."

"You look ... well fucked," whispered the girl.

Julie frowned.

"Where are the boys?" she asked.

"The usual. You're safe, but you need to go somewhere and calm down. Or at least look more frazzled or something normal."

"I look frazzled, normally?" objected Julie.

"Well, you sure don't look like you do right now. I wish I'd sneaked over there to watch again."

"Erica! I'm shocked!"

"No you're not. You're making it hard for me to be firm about not doing more. I'd love to look like you look right now."

"No, you would not," said Julie, firmly. "You have to wait."

"I will. Just warn me when I might see you like this. I'll be busy doing something else."

"Is it really that clear?"

"Ohhh, yeah," said Erica. "You look like the cat who ate the canary."

"I'll just go take a shower," said Julie.

"Okay. After that can I hear all about it?"

"That's a terrible idea," said Julie.

"Yeah, but it's a really fun one, too."

Just about anyone privy to what was going on would have expected for the relationship between Julie and Erica to be complicated. They were still mother and teenage daughter, and both acted like it a lot of the time. The phrase "Because I'm your mother!" was heard more than once in the next few years. At the same time, they were each other's wingman, when  it came to Bob. Your wingman doesn't usually get in bed with the object of your desire, of course, but these were a slightly different kind of wingmen anyway.

From Bob's perspective, it only got complicated when the boys were around. That's when he had to watch himself, in terms of how he behaved around the women. The following year, during which Erica became fifteen, Chad completed high school. He had been in contact with the Marine recruiter for eight months by that time, and his entry into the Marine Corps went smoothly, if a little tearfully on Julie's part. Unexpectedly, he got selected for OCS and ended up as a pilot, flying the AV-8B Harrier II jump jet, which was a relief to Julie, since it kept him out of the Infantry, which was where Paul had been. As with most young men who leave home in that kind of situation, they didn't get to see much of him because he had to go to a lot of schooling. Plus he now had a serious girlfriend and there was talk of marriage. Julie hoped that would "settle" him and that he'd come home more often.

More surprises were in the offing. It would have been interesting if the twins had found a girl who was willing to enter into a long term relationship with them. Their sister and mother were doing that with Bob, after all.  Sadly (from their perspective) the only girl who was still happy to let both of them fuck her (sometimes at the same time) moved away because her father got a new job. They were reduced to dating different girls and that was what finally began to pull them apart from their "twin-ness." They spent less time together, which meant less time staring at a monitor, and they became interested in things outside the home and family. What surprised almost everyone who knew them was that Robby wanted to be an electrical engineer, while Randy's passion was nursing. As they were preparing to graduate and spend their last summer at home before going off to separate colleges, Erica was preparing to celebrate her sixteenth birthday, in early June.

While there were surprises and angst, though, there was also a routine, of sort, that the women could count on to relieve any stress they were experiencing. That routine was spending time with Bob. It almost always meant that time was spent naked, but there were also quick little meetings in which kisses were exchanged and that was all. Bob never got the chance to build up any stress, because Erica sucked him dry, or her mother fucked him that way. Each woman knew she could count on Bob to produce multiple orgasms in them.

That said, for Julie, this was a particularly stressful time, and not just because the last of her boys were talking about leaving the nest.

She knew that Erica had been planning on a very special sixteenth birthday party that would involve only her and Bob. Erica planned to lose her virginity on her first day as a sixteen-year-old. To be honest, Julie was surprised her daughter's virtual maidenhead had lasted as long as it already had. Over the two years that had passed since Erica's and her lives had changed so much, they had, indeed, become less shy about seeing each other in intimate settings with Bob. While it wasn't a regular occurrence, it wasn't unusual for mother to watch daughter being made love to, and vice versa. The primary reason for this was that their 'go-to' excuse to go spend extended time with Bob was to tell the twins they were going shopping together. If the twins noticed very few items were ever procured on these "shopping trips" they didn't say anything about it.

The women actually put some thought into their liaisons with their lover. Again, this was complicated for reasons that might not be obvious.

If Erica was with Bob alone, she was in better control of her own desires. She knew what she liked and what Bob liked, and she was usually quite happy restricting their behavior to what amounted to extreme foreplay and mutual masturbation. One of her favorite things was for them to both be naked and watching TV together. He would sit in the recliner and she'd sit on his lap, leaning back against him. He could put one arm around her and easily reach her pussy with his probing fingers, while the other hand could pay attention to breasts that were becoming more and more sensitive to his touch. He could give her three or four orgasms when they sat that way, while they watched a movie or series of TV shows.

The problem emerged when the women were with Bob together. That was because whenever Erica watched (or heard) her mother being royally fucked, the noises Julie made caused Erica to want to know what that felt like. To be fair, Erica made the same kinds of noises when Bob was feasting on her juicy pussy, but she didn't hear herself.

It was planned, therefore, that whenever they were there together, Julie went first, so that Bob's cock was nice and soft by the time Erica got to it. She loved to sit on top of him and grind her adolescent pussy against his (now flaccid) penis while he sucked nipples on breasts that had grown a full cup size. Even when it was soft, Erica could push the head into the mouth of her vagina. By now, both women were on the pill; Julie because she got his sperm in her regularly, and Erica because Julie knew her daughter rubbed his sperm all over her flushed pussy lips, and sperm-covered fingers penetrated her vagina often. Bob never knew whether Erica would swallow his spunk, or direct it towards her naked body when it belched. It was in those situations that she rubbed it all over her, like it was some exotic body lotion.

So, as Erica's sixteenth birthday approached, Julie was preparing to lose her twin sons, and (probably) view the defloration of her little girl.

If that wasn't enough stress, though, Julie missed a period. That was unusual, because Julie had always been as regular as a clock.

It took her two days to realize she was late. She got home from work that day and found a note from Erica that said, "Gone to Uncle Bob's to help him weed his garden."  She snorted and wadded up the note. The only "garden" Bob had were five or six potted plants on his patio. He had a garden plot but all that were in it was weeds and, the note notwithstanding, she didn't believe Erica would enter that plot. She went to her bedroom to change clothes and that was when she glanced at the calendar on her wall and noticed the "x" on Wednesday of that week. It was Friday as she looked at it.

The first thing she did was by pure instinct. She checked her pill packet and began counting. She felt her gut tighten and counted again. Somehow, she had two pills too many in her packet.

Somehow, she had skipped taking two of them.

She decided that the only reason she was late was because missing the pills had "messed up" her cycle. She went to do a load of laundry and didn't think about it anymore.

By Tuesday morning of the next week, though, when her tampon box still hadn't been touched, she began to worry. Surely only missing two little pills couldn't make that much difference.

That night at supper, Robby's radar produced another blip.

"You okay, Mom?" he asked.

"Yes. Why?"

"You just look worried. That's all."

Julie glanced at Erica, who had suddenly perked up and looked alert. After supper Erica volunteered to help do the dishes. Once the boys were no longer in earshot, Erica spoke.

"You do look worried. What's wrong?"

By now these women were as much like sisters as they were a mother and daughter. Erica still acknowledged her subservient role, as daughter, and she obeyed her mother's rules and instructions, but in situations like this, the formality disappeared. Julie hadn't planned to say anything, but now she unloaded her stress.

"Oh, it's just that my period should have started last week and it hasn't."

Erica knew how regular her mother was. Erica always had her period a week or ten days before her mother's and, since they shared a box of tampons, Erica had learned to restock promptly after her period ended.

"What does that mean?" asked Erica.

"Well, since the man we love has been dumping his sperm in me three or four times a week for the last two years, it could mean he's finally gotten me pregnant!" Julie said.

"But you're on the pill!" objected Erica.

"It appears I somehow missed two this month," sighed Julie.

"How could that happen?"

"I don't know," groaned Julie. "I've been trying to figure that out. One of them might have been when I took Randy for his campus visit two weeks ago. We had to get up early and that threw my routine off. I might have missed one then. I don't know about the other one."

"So you could be ... pregnant?" Erica whispered the last word.

"I could be," sighed Julie.

"When will you know?"

"I don't know. The last home pregnancy test I used was with you, and that was so long ago I don't remember the details, like how long after you miss before you can use one."

"Well that's what Google is for, Mom," said Erica.

Erica went to the laptop that was on the dining room table. It was usually used for homework assignments and sat there unless the table was used for dinner. Less than a minute later she turned to her mother, who was looking over her shoulder and had already read the same thing Erica had.

"You can take the test now!" said Erica.

"I don't have one," said Julie as a knot formed in her stomach.

"Well, we can go get one," said Erica, who had a similar knot in her stomach.

"I'm not sure I want to know," groaned Julie.

"Why not, Mom? You have to know!"

"Because if I'm pregnant, it will change everything," moaned Julie.

"Oh. Yeah. I guess that's true," said Erica. "Still, you can't just ignore it. If you're pregnant, aren't you supposed to go to the doctor and take vitamins and stuff?"

"How do you know that?" asked Julie.

"I go to school, Mom," groaned her daughter.

"All right. You drive. I'm kind of shaky right now."

An hour later, two anxious women peered at the little window of the stick in Julie's shaking hand.

"Crap," sighed Julie.

"Oh, Mom," moaned her daughter.

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