Niece's Passion

by Lubrican

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Chapter Eleven

Bob knew something was up when he answered the door and found Julie and Erica standing there. They never rang his bell.

"Come in," he said, frowning. "What's going on?"

"I'm pregnant, Bob," said Julie, who promptly broke into tears and rushed into his arms.

He looked over her shoulder at Erica, who shrugged, and nodded.

"What will I tell the boys?" groaned Julie. A fresh cup of coffee sat, ignored, in front of her. Erica was pacing.

"I think they'll know how this happened," said Bob.

"Of course!" snapped Julie. Her mood had been changing moment by moment. "How will I explain who got me this way?! They know I don't date!"

Bob didn't say anything.

"I'm too old to have another baby," complained Julie.

"You're thirty-seven," Bob said. "It's not like you're an old crone."

Julie glared at him.

"You've wished this on me for years," she accused.

"I didn't exactly wish it on you," he said.

"Bob, you said you wanted to breed me!" whined Julie. "You said you wanted to breed us both!"

"Now that's interesting," said Erica. "Nobody told me anything like that."

"It was just a little fantasy," said Bob. "It was something I teased your mother about."

"It looks like you did a lot more than tease," said Erica.

"I thought you were taking birth control," said Bob, carefully.

"I missed two fucking pills somehow," snapped Julie.

Nobody mentioned the curse jar.

"Okay," said Bob. "What do you want to do?"

"Do? What can I do, Bob? I'm going to have a baby, Bob!"

"My baby," he said, softly.

"Of course it's your baby!" said Julie, sounding upset.

"I wasn't questioning that," said Bob. "I'm just trying to get used to the fact that I'm going to be a father."

"I'm trying to get used to that fact, too," groaned Julie.

"I can't believe you two," said Erica. Both adults looked at her. "You sit here moaning and groaning and the solution is obvious," she said.

"I will not get an abortion!" yelled Julie.

"I didn't mean that," squealed Erica, looking shocked.

"Enlighten us as to what you did mean," said Bob, keeping his voice calm.

"You get married!" said Erica. "You both love each other. There's no social reason for you not to declare that love openly. Sure, my brothers will be surprised, but I've thought you should get married since this whole thing started!"

"We can't get married," said Julie. "People would talk."

"And you think people won't talk in three or four months when you have a baby bump?"

Erica looked at her uncle.

"Would you marry her?"

"Of course," said Bob, instantly.

"Have you thought about marrying her?"

"More than once," Bob admitted.

"Then why haven't you asked her?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "I guess I was afraid she'd say no."

Now Erica looked at her mother.

"Would you have said no?"

"I don't know," said Julie, who had a strange look on her face.

"Well, maybe you should think about it," said Erica. She looked at Bob. "And maybe you should grow a set and think about asking her."

"I have a set," complained Bob.

"Oh, I'm well aware of that. The problem, as I see it, is that the only thing you've used that set for is knocking up my mother!"

"Erica, calm down," said Julie.

"Oh, I'll go calm down. I'll leave you two alone so you can talk about something you should have talked about a year ago!"

Erica turned and stomped to the front door.

She left it open as she left.

Bob looked at Julie.

"You know I love you," he said.

"I do," she said. "And I love you, too. But that's different than talking about getting married."

"The thought of marrying you doesn't scare me at all," he offered.

"Gee, try to tone down the romanticism, okay?" snorted Julie.

"Erica's right. We should have talked about this already."

"I never even thought about it," sighed Julie.

"I was pretty sure that was the situation," said Bob. "That's why I didn't bring it up."

"You were thinking about Paul," she said.

"Yeah."

"Paul loved me," she said. "He loved you too, long before he even met me. Why would he complain that two people he loved also love each other?"

"I don't think he would," said Bob.

"It should be easy," she groaned, "but it isn't."

"I know," he said.

He opened his arms and she went to him. It was a decidedly platonic hug, but it was comforting to both of them.

"Let's get married," he said, softly into her hair.

"Okay," she sighed.

"Can you try to tone down the romanticism?" he teased.

She dug her knuckle into his side.

But then she kissed him.

"I have some news," said Julie at supper that night. Neither Robby nor Randy looked up from forking spaghetti into their mouths.

"What's that, Mom?" asked Erica, who already knew what the news was.

"Well, you know that your Uncle Bob and I have been friends for years, right?"

"Uh huh," said Erica, helpfully.

"Well, now we've become more than just friends."

Finally the boys looked at her.

"So are you finally going to get married?" asked Robby.

Julie looked shocked. Erica's facial expression wasn't much different.

"Um … yes ... we are," stammered Julie. "You ... knew?"

It was Randy who spoke next.

"Anybody could have seen you were gaga for each other."

"Why didn't you say anything?" asked their mother.

Both shrugged, but it was Robby's turn to speak again.

"It wasn't any of our business," he said.

"Of course it's your business," said Julie automatically. She blinked. "Everything that affects this family is something you should be able to weigh in on."

"Okay," said Robby. "We don't object."

"So you're really ... okay with this?"

"I won't call him Dad," said Randy. "He'll always be Uncle Bob to me."

"I wouldn't ask you to call him that," said Julie.

"Okay, then. We're good," said Robby. "Anything else?"

"I'm also pregnant," said Julie, weakly. She winced. She hadn't meant to tell them that.

"Too much information, Mom," said Randy.

"Yeah. I don't want to think about Uncle Bob porking my mother," Robby agreed.

"He doesn't pork her!" snapped Erica.

Robby's head turned.

"And you know this how?"

"You are so crude!" growled Erica.

She got up and left the table. Then she turned around and addressed her mother.

"I'm happy for you, Mom."

"She doesn't sound all that happy," commented Randy, after Erica disappeared.

The attitude the twins displayed was similar to what they'd always done, which was ignore most of what was going on around them. The exception to that was the first time Bob came into the house after they learned their mother was going to marry him, and that he'd gotten her pregnant.

"You dog," said Randy, punching Bob on the shoulder.

"So you're okay with me marrying her?" asked Bob.

"It would have been nice if you married her before getting her pregnant," said Robby.

"Yeah, well, the pregnancy wasn't planned," said Bob.

"Nice of you to step up," said Robby.

"I'm happy to step up," said Bob. "I never thought I'd be a father. I'm kind of excited about it."

"That might not last a long time," said Randy. "We were only two when Erica was born, but I still remember her making a ton of noise, crying all the time."

"You actually remember that?"

"Yeah. She's been a pain in the ass ever since."

"How much is in the swear jar these days?" asked Bob.

"Not enough to pay for our college," said Randy.

"Yeah," said Robby. "Feel free to cuss up a storm."

Bob didn't see any reason to delay getting married. Julie was less urgent, but that was mostly a product of Erica waxing  poetic about having a big, fancy wedding. Erica had all sorts of ideas about planning that wedding. Julie, on the other hand, would have been quite happy with being married at the courthouse with just a couple of witnesses.

But Erica was so excited about all this that Julie didn't want to dash her hopes. Instead, she delayed, promising to go look at flowers and dresses, and then never quite getting around to it. Meanwhile Erica fretted.

Finally, Julie came up with a reason to wait that Erica could agree with.

"Sweetheart, your birthday is only two weeks away. I don't think you want Bob and me to go on a honeymoon at such an important time in your life."

Erica blinked. She hadn't thought about that.

"I suspect you're going to want to spend the first week or two of your sixteenth year doing something other than thinking about where we are and what we'll be doing ... on our honeymoon."

"I didn't know you guys were going to go on a honeymoon," said Erica.

"That's what newlyweds do, isn't it?" Julie and Bob hadn't discussed a honeymoon at all. "And I know this is a special time in your life. We can wait to get married."

"Hold it. You've always said I needed to wait longer than my sixteenth birthday. Why the change?" Erica's voice was tinged with suspicion.

"Sweetheart, I see you with him and I know you're getting anxious. Yes, I said you should wait, but I'll be truthful. I'm surprised you've waited this long."

"And you're willing to wait to get married so that I can get my cherry popped?" The suspicion was heavier.

"I know how much this means to you. Bob and I are in love. It doesn't matter to us whether we get married now or in another month or two."

"In another month or two you'll have to have a wedding dress made especially for you," said Erica, looking meaningfully at her mother's midsection. "And everybody we invite to the wedding will be scandalized."

"Oh pish posh. It's the twenty-first century. People don't think like that these days. Now if you were showing before your wedding, people might be scandalized. But not if I am."

Julie had picked the right topic to distract her daughter. Erica was so distracted, in fact, that it didn't occur to her that her mother's attitude about this had changed significantly from "You should wait longer, Honey" to "Well, you're going to want to spend a couple of weeks fucking his socks off before I marry him and drag him away on a honeymoon, where I'll be the one fucking his socks off."

That distraction finally led Erica to go talk to Bob. She had never actually informed him of what she wanted for her birthday. It had been alluded to more than once, but she hadn't gotten him to agree to it. As she was enamored with thinking about all the aspects of her mother's wedding, her plans for her first night as a sixteen-year-old were just as detailed.

"Hey, gorgeous," said Bob when she found him in his office. "Give me ten minutes and I can take care of you." The women almost never did simple social calls to his house anymore. When they came, they expected to enjoy orgasms.

"That's not why I'm here," she said. "But I can spare you ten minutes."

"You can wait here if watching me work won't bore you to death."

"I think I can stay alert for ten minutes," she scoffed.

He went back to work, tapping keys and running his finger along lines of code on the monitor as he double checked them. Finally he spun the chair around.

"What's up?" he asked.

"My birthday is in two weeks," she said.

"I didn't forget," he said. "I promise."

"I've been talking to Mom about what I want for my birthday," she said.

"If it's too expensive for her I'll kick some in," he offered. "To be honest, I have no idea what to get a sixteen year old girl anyway."

"I know what I want from you," said Erica.

"Name it and I'll happily spoil you," he said, smiling.

"In one way it's not what I want ... it's what I don't want."

"Oh? What don't you want?"

"I don't want to still be a virgin on my first night as a sixteen year old," she said.

Bob stared at her.

"You know, it's just not fair what you and your mother do to me on a regular basis."

"What do we do?" asked Erica.

He stood and proudly displayed tented pants.

"All you had to do was mention it," he said.

"So you'll do it?"

"Well, I've wanted to do it the last couple of years, but what does your mother say?"

"She says it wouldn't be fair to me if she marries you and you're gone on your honeymoon when I turn sixteen. She's pushing back the wedding another month."

"Honeymoon," mused Bob. He was realizing more and more how little he knew about romance and marriage. The women he'd dated in the past weren't looking for romance and the relationships he'd forged with Julie and Erica were centered around emotions that were deeper than stylized romantic notions. He gave a mental frown as he realized Julie probably assumed he was planning a honeymoon somewhere. He'd have to get on that.

"So where have you guys talked about going?" asked Erica. "On your honeymoon, I mean."

"We haven't decided," said Bob. "We've had other things to think about."

"And now I'm asking you to think about one more," she said.

He stepped over and took her in his arms.

"Sweetheart," he said, softly. "You're not a distraction. You're part of my life. You're part of your mother's life, too. We both love you and we want you to be happy."

"I would be happy if after my birthday party you pop my cherry," she said.

"I'm not going to 'pop' anything, sweet thing," he said. "I'm going to make slow, sweet love to you. I don't want there to be even a hint of pain the first time you let me in you."

She shuddered in his arms.

"I can't wait," she whimpered.

"You wanna get it over with right now?" he offered.

"No," she said, pushing at him. "Mom would kill me if I did that."

"Your wish is my command," he said, kissing the top of her head. "That said, I can't wait, either."

"You do it with Mom all the time," she said.

"Are you jealous?"

"I've been jealous of her several times," admitted his niece. "But I want this to be special."

"Okay, then," he said.

"Ohhhh, now I want to do it even more," she moaned.

"Then you need to leave, because I have a truly magnificent boner right now and it's all for you, Baby," he joked.

"I could suck it for you," she offered.

"Sweetheart, because of what you've just said, if we got naked I'm not sure I could control myself," he said.

"Mom thinks I'm going to want to do it every day once I finally let you do it," said Erica.

"Only once a day?" he teased.

"What's the most number of times you and Mom have done it in a day?" she asked.

"Hmmm," he said, stroking her back. "Was it four ... or five?" He squeezed her.

"It wasn't that many," she said, pushing at him again. "I'd have known if it was that many."

"Well, once you and I do it, I'll be panting after you every time it gets hard," he said.

"Okay. I'm leaving now," she yipped. "If you're going to act like that, maybe Mom's right. Maybe I should wait longer!"

"I'll see you in two weeks," he said with a leer.

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