Niece's Passion

by Lubrican

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Chapter Thirteen

It was because she was almost late to the party that she forgot to take her pill when she got home. It wasn't until the girls were gone and supper was over that she remembered. Thus far, her mother had not asked how things went. She knew those questions would come, and she was oddly reluctant to give all the details. Before that happened, though, she needed to swallow a pill.

When she got back to the kitchen she was relieved to see that the twins were gone.

"So …?" Julie said, fulfilling Erica's expectations.

"It was good," said Erica.

"Just good?"

"I can't describe it," said Erica. "I haven't had much time to think about it."

"I noticed you were almost late getting home," said Julie, smugly.

"I promise I will always listen to you from now on when you give me advice," said Erica.

"Ha!" said Julie. "Don't make promises you probably won't keep."

Erica went to her mother and hugged her.

"I can't imagine what it was like for you when Daddy didn't come home," said Erica. Emotion swelled in her and tears came to her eyes. "If Uncle Bob died, I think I'd die inside, too."

"I know," said Julie, who relived her agony for a few seconds before pushing that away. "There's always risk involved in loving someone."

"I also understand why you go see him so much," sniffed Erica.

"So you had a really good time," suggested her mother.

"Wow," sighed Erica. "Thank you, by the way."

"What for?"

"For helping me get ready. I wasn't scared at all. I wasn't even nervous, even when he bent me in half."

"He did that?" gasped Julie. Bob had done that to her a few times and it had always been intense. The feeling of a complete lack of control was scary, even for her.

"He did that first," said Erica. "I wanted him to. I didn't know he'd do that, but I told him I wanted him to be in control the first time."

"And you weren't scared?"

"Not at all. I never felt even one negative thing, not even when he told me he was going to get me pregnant like he did you."

"That Bob," groaned Julie. "All he wants to do is make babies."

Erica pushed back and held her mother at arm's length.

"So … after this one is born, are you going to let him do it again ... on purpose?"

"No. I don't think so." Julie frowned. "I'd forgotten, though, how much I love being pregnant. I loved carrying all of you kids, though the twins were a challenge sometimes. I feel better now than I have in a long time and I think this has a lot to do with that." She smoothed hands over a discernible bulge in her tummy.

"So if you love it, you might let him do it again?"

"I have enough children, thank you very much," said Julie.

"And … how would you feel if I had his baby?" asked Erica.

"Ask me in five years," said Julie firmly. "I mean it. Do not even think about that until you're out of college. Do you understand me?"

"I do," said Erica. "I honestly never even thought about getting pregnant until he said he was going to cum in me and breed me like he bred you. There was something in his voice that sent chills through my body. And then he was spurting inside me and I wished he could keep doing that for an hour. I never felt anything in my life that was like I did while we were making love. It's very powerful."

"I believe I told you about that," said Julie.

"You did, but there's no way any words can prepare someone to feel those things."

"You just keep a cool head," said Julie. "Bob won't, so you have to."

"Got it. Now, I'm a little sore. Is there a remedy for that?"

"Sleep," said Julie. "I'll get you a Tylenol."

"I love you, Mom. You have no idea how much."

"It can't be as much as I love you," said Julie, hugging her little girl again.

As she let go, her mind corrected her.

Erica wasn't a little girl anymore.

Oddly, losing her virginity helped Erica understand how her mother could "just want to get married with as little fuss as possible" and start her married life with Bob. When she said as much to her mother, and saw the relief in her eyes, she stopped trying to have a fifty thousand dollar wedding, with 200 guests and a band and catering and on and on.

Bob and Julie decided that Julie's house would work better for them as a married couple, with a few changes. Chad's old room was free, but if Bob turned that into his office it would still be cramped, with a new baby in the home. They decided to sell Bob's house and use the profits from that to have an addition put onto Julie's house. It could be expanded into the back yard, which wasn't used for much anyway. The addition would become the new master bedroom, with space in it for Bob's computers. Julie's bedroom could be turned into a nursery. Chad's room would still be available as a guest bedroom and any visiting children could stay in the Twins' room.

They got married in July, in a small ceremony to which fifteen people were invited. Most of those were Julie's co-workers. Bob didn't invite any of his clients except a few people from the technical institute who he knew well. Erica was Julie's maid of honor, and one of her friends from work was a bridesmaid. Chad got leave and attended. He gave the bride away and the twins were Bob's best men. They were twins, which is why there had to be two best men.

Bob's house sold by September and since the twins were already gone to college, they used that room to store the things he wanted to keep. His recliner fit into the living room, which pleased them all. Both women had fond memories of things they had done with Bob on that recliner. The rest of his furniture got donated to The Salvation Army and he set up his office, temporarily, in Chad's old room.

Julie was four months along and the renovation was scheduled to be finished by late October, so they had plenty of time to do the final decorating to welcome the new baby into the world.

As for Erica, lying under Bob (her favorite position) as he lunged into her, sinking his warm penis into her hot pussy, changed her in ways she wasn't aware of. A woman who knows she is loved and who gets frequent intimate attention has a self-confidence that is missing in most girls Erica's age. When she started her junior year of high school, that confidence got noticed. Her friends noticed it first, but soon others did, too. A happy, healthy, self-confident woman is attractive, even if she's slim and has small breasts.

Finally, boys noticed Erica Carpenter.

The first time a boy approached her and asked if she'd go out with him she was so surprised that she said, "Uh ... okay," before she could think about it. The boy was Thomas Rigsby, who had been her lab partner in biology, the year before. He wasn't a jock or a geek. He was just a regular guy and she'd never thought of him as a possible dating companion. Of course she hadn't thought of any boy as a potential date before this.

He took her bowling, and they had fun. He didn't press her for any intimacy and she was glad she went on the date.

After that four or five guys asked her out and she learned very quickly to use her feminine radar to identify those who just wanted to get in her panties, and those who were interested in her personality. Granted, she learned that if she went out with the same boy two or three times, their libidos got kicked into gear, but she made it clear she wasn't going to go out and neck with anybody.

Her libido got regular doses of happiness from Uncle Bob, as his mouth, hands, and stroking penis brought waves of orgasmic pleasure to her young body.

With the twins gone, there was no need for modesty or secrecy around the house. Bob's senses were assailed by scantily-clad or naked women lounging about. And Julie, despite her distended abdomen, which now looked like it covered a volleyball, was never loath to give and receive sexual love. Erica was even more readily available.

Basically, Bob lived with two lovers and both acted, in many ways, like his wives. If that sounds like an odd thing, because Julie was his wife, their relationship didn't really change all that much after the wedding. That relationship was decades old, in many ways, and the only real difference was that they were closer and had sex regularly. And they lived together, of course. If someone had asked Julie, "How has being married changed things?" she probably would have said, "You know, that's a good question. I'll have to think about that."

That school year went better for Erica because she no longer felt isolated, or like an outcast. She even got some of the boys she went out with to ask others in the club out and there was a lot of group dating. Rose even got close to a boy named Phillip who was also pudgy. It began to look like it was possible that the days of the No-sex-until-the-apocalypse club might be numbered.

February brought the birth of Richard Eugene Carpenter, a happy, fat baby who loved Julie's breasts even more than Bob did. It was rare for Bob to get a taste once the boy was three months old.

Then summer got there and Robby came home. Randy had stayed in Chicago, where he got a job as a parking valet. Robby's old room still had stacks of boxes in it that Bob had never unpacked, but they were able to get a bed clear. Having him around, though, changed the dynamic of the house. Erica could no longer play the nudist. Nor could she have sex with Bob anywhere and everywhere in the house. It made her grumpy.

Robby had only been home a week when he asked Erica to take a walk with him.

"Why?" she asked.

"I want to talk to you," he said.

"About what?"

"Several things. Like what's up with you and Uncle Bob, and does Mom know?"

Erica had changed. She was no longer the timid, withdrawing, unpopular girl who avoided any kind of confrontation.

"Come on," she said.

They had no destination in mind and just ambled along in an uncomfortable silence.

"Well?" Robby finally said.

"It's none of your business, Robby," said Erica.

"I won't let you hurt Mom," he said.

"Nothing is hurting Mom, but don't talk to her about it."

"Why not? I think she should know."

"First of all, you don't know as much as you think you do. Second she's fully aware of everything that happens in this house. That's none of your business, either, though, and it would make her uncomfortable if you talked to her about it."

"Why?"

"Because, you dork, what we have here is very unconventional. Some people would call it perverted. We don't think it is, but we're fully aware that outsiders would call us perverts, or worse."

"So I'm an outsider, now?" He sounded upset.

"No, Dummy. You're my brother and her son and we both love you. It just doesn't need to involve you, that's all. She'd be embarrassed and that doesn't need to happen."

"Aren't you embarrassed?"

"Fuck, no, and I'll happily put five in the jar. Uncle Bob helped me when I thought I was ugly and would never go on a date. He helped me understand I wasn't ugly. I love him for it and I always will."

They walked in silence for a while. Then he spoke.

"You know, one time way back when, I asked Mom what was going on with you because you got all sappy and happy all the time. I even tried to start a fight with you but you just wouldn't do it. Was that Uncle Bob?"

"Probably," said Erica. "He really changed my life, Robby. Mom knew that and that's why she didn't make it stop."

"So do you two ... you know?"

"How many times have you gone down on a girl at college?" asked Erica, boldly.

"Five or six," he said without pause. "Why?"

"You asked me a personal question so I thought I'd ask you one."

"I answered yours," he said.

"I really don't want to talk about this, Robby. Just trust me that everything is fine."

"Okay, but on one condition."

"What?" she asked, warily.

"You know your friend Veronica?"

"Yeah. What about her?"

"I want to take her out."

"You want to date a high school senior?"

"I want to date a cute girl who I think I'll like."

"What are your intentions?" asked Erica. "I don't want her getting hurt."

"Do you guys still have that stupid club going?"

"Yes, but we're thinking about dropping the apocalypse part. Things aren't as glum as they used to be."

"You guys were so stupid," he said. "Randy and I would have screwed the shit out of any of those girls."

Erica stopped and just stared at him, like she'd never seen him before.

"He and I used to double team Elizabeth Timms. Remember her?"

"She moved away like two years ago," said Erica.

"Yeah. We liked doing it with the same girl at the same time. We'd have done that with any of the girls in your club."

"Even me?"

"Of course not you. It's weird enough you're doing it with Uncle Bob."

"I never said I was doing it with Uncle Bob!"

"You didn't have to. As soon as I got home I could tell you and Mom act the same way around him. And since Mom's doing it, I assume you are, too."

"I didn't until I was sixteen!" said Erica, for some reason.

"Good for you. So will you see if Veronica will go out with me?"

"I don't want you to just get in her panties and then go off back to college," complained Erica.

"She's a big girl. Why don't we let her decide how she wants things to go. Besides, I've thought she was really interesting ever since she got here."

"Her mother doesn't want her dating white boys," said Erica.

"So I'll talk to her mother," said Robby, shrugging.

"You know her dad's a cop."

"I'm not planning on breaking any laws," he said.

"What about having sex with an underage girl?" Erica challenged.

"The age of consent in this state is sixteen. Is she at least sixteen?"

"Robbeeee," moaned his sister.

"Come on. I promise to be good, at least until she wants me to be bad."

"And if she never wants you to be bad?"

"I'll take my chances," he said.

"Do you have condoms?" asked Erica.

"Are you my mother?" he shot back.

"Condoms or no deal," she said, firmly.

"I have condoms," he said. "Mom taught me that lesson."

"Okay. I'll talk to her. No promises about whether she'll go out with you or not."

"I'll talk to her mom first. Seriously, that doesn't bother me at all. I'm good with adults."

"We'll see," said Erica.

"And you try not to make noises when you and Uncle Bob do whatever it is you and Uncle Bob do. I can handle that with Mom, but not with you. Ewww."

"I don't make noises!" she snapped.

"I'll record it on my phone and prove it to you," he said, grinning.

"You're kidding!" said Veronica, when Erica told her about Robby's interest in going on a date.

"I'm not, and you need to be careful," said Erica. "That's assuming you want to go."

"Of course I want to go!" said the black girl, enthusiastically. "I haven't had a date since I've lived here!"

"I don't think his intentions are honorable," said Erica.

"It could be worse," said her friend. "At least he's cute."

"He's a horny college boy," said Erica, darkly.

"The operative phrase there is college boy," said Veronica. "Think how jealous the other girls will be."

"You're jumping ahead. Remember your mother?"

"It's not like I have a lot of other options," said Veronica. "She knows that. She can't keep me in a closet forever."

"I thought they were going to send you to a college where there would be boys who look like you," said Erica.

"They want to, but my grades aren't that great. I may not get in."

"What are you going to do if you don't? Work at McDonalds?"

"I don't know. I've been talking to my dad about going to the police academy."

"That would be ... different," said Erica. "I'm having a hard time thinking about you wearing a badge and gun."

"The state patrol is eager to get black women onto the force," said Veronica. "They have a big diversity program going. Dad says it's probably mostly for show, but if it gets me in, I don't care."

"Now I'm thinking of Robby, in handcuffs, with you in charge," laughed Erica. "I'd love to see that. Do you think your mom will cave? I mean since you're almost eighteen and all?"

"Probably not," sighed Veronica. "She's the most racist person I know."

"He actually said he'd go talk to her," said Erica. "I'd love to see that."

"What could happen? All she can do is throw him out."

"So you want to go?"

"I don't want to die a virgin," said her friend.

"Don't say that. Robby would be quite happy to solve that problem for you."

"Maybe I'll let him," said Veronica. "I've thought he and Randy were cute ever since I got to know you."

"You know what else he told me?" said Erica, lowering her voice. "He said he and Randy used to ... um ... get nasty with the same girl."

"No way!" gasped Veronica. Her eyes went unfocused. "That would be … interesting."

"That would be disastrous," said Erica. "You want to be shared by two horny college boys?"

Veronica grinned.

"Well … maybe ... if they were the right two horny college boys."

"You've turned into a slut somehow!" teased Erica. "Thank goodness it will never happen."

Veronica was quiet for what seemed like a long time. Her almond-shaped eyes found Erica's.

"I'm not a slut. Not yet. I'm not saying I want to be a slut. I just want to go out on some dates. Tell him to call me. If he wants to talk to my mother, what can it hurt? And if she says no, I'll just sneak out and go out with him anyway."

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