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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