Niece's Passion

by Lubrican

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Chapter Fifteen

"It kind of happened by accident," said Erica in her opening statement. "I was all depressed about not having any boobs and boys not paying any attention to me, so I complained about it to him."

"You mean this girl you know was in that situation," Veronica reminded her.

"Right. It was this friend of mine."

Veronica promptly abandoned her own insistence on this being hypothetical.

"When was this? You've had boobs for a long time, now," said Veronica. "And what guy would you know who you could talk to about that?"

"I'm getting to that," said Erica. "Give me a minute. I'm scared."

"Don't be scared. Did he force you?"

"No, it was nothing like that. If anything I forced him."

"How could you force a guy?"

"Would you let me tell you this my way?" yipped Erica.

The black girl subsided and motioned with her head to go on.

"So, I told him all this and he said I was silly because he thought I was sexy and other guys would, too. And I said he had to prove it and ... well ... he showed me he had a boner."

"Oh my gosh," sighed Veronica. "Robby did the same thing last year."

"I want to hear about that, but let me go on," said Erica.

"Yes. Please. This sounds fascinating."

"So anyway, I said that if I caused it, he had to let me see it. And he did. And then I had to touch it. And after that I wanted to touch it some more and I kind of wore him down."

"Wore him down," mused Veronica. "I'm trying to imagine a guy who had to be worn down."

"Well … that's the part I'm scared about." The tension was too much so she just blurted it out. "It was Uncle Bob."

Veronica blinked a dozen times.

"Wow," she sighed. "I've always thought he was so cool."

"He is cool," said Erica. "He didn't want to do more, but I kept pestering him and I wanted to know what stuff was like and eventually, he did some things. But we didn't have sex for two years. I didn't want to and he didn't pressure me to. He made me ... um ... happy ... in other ways."

"This is like déjà vu all over again," said Veronica. "That's exactly what happened with Robby and me last year!"

"Yeah, well, I was happy with that until I turned sixteen. I wanted him to have sex with me as my present that year."

"I was at that party, and I'm pretty sure I'd remember you opening that present," said Veronica.

"Actually, we did it before the party," sighed Erica. "Do you remember me being late getting there? That's why."

"Your mom said you were out doing some last minute shopping," said Veronica. "So you lied to her."

"That's part of what makes this so complicated," said Erica, softly. "She kind of ... knew ... what was happening."

"No way! They got married! How could she marry a man she knew was doing that with you?!"

"I told you it was complicated. She found us together one day and we talked about it for a long time and she decided that it wasn't hurting me. I think she was relieved that I wasn't experimenting with some random guy. She knew he'd never hurt me and she was right. He never pushed me or tried to get me to do anything I didn't want to do."

"This is crazy," said Veronica.  "What kind of stuff did you do with him?"

"He kind of gave me massages," said Erica. "Sexy massages. And I'd have an orgasm and then I'd do something for him to make him happy, too."

"So he rubbed you off," said Veronica.

"It was more than that," sighed Erica. "He'd spend an hour just touching my boobs, and kissing me, and then he'd put a finger in me and make me go crazy."

"Robby did that to me last year," said Veronica, softly. "I felt so slutty."

"You're not a slut. It feels good. It's supposed to feel good."

"So what did you do for him? Jerk him off?" That's what Robby wanted me to do."

"Yes … and other things."

"Go on," said her friend, breathlessly.

"I ... um ... sucked him."

"Oh man!" groaned Veronica, falling backwards to bounce on the mattress. She sat up again effortlessly. "What was that like? Was it nasty?"

"No, not at all!" said Erica. "I love doing that!"

"But doesn't it taste nasty?"

"Not to me," said Erica, shrugging. "And the noises he makes get me so hot. I recommend it. I really do. But I love him, and maybe that makes a difference. I can't imagine doing that for any other guy."

"And your Mom knew about this?"

"That's another part of the complicated part. When she found out, they spent like a whole week arguing about it. She talked to me about it for hours, too, and listened when I told her how I felt about things. And I guess, along the way, he told her he thought she was sexy, too. I mean they had known each other ever since high school and he was my dad's brother and all that. He helped us a lot when my dad died and he was always over at the house.  So she knew him - really knew him - and she figured out that he wasn't molesting me. The way Mom told it, she said she kept alternating between being angry and horny, because she hadn't done anything with a man since Daddy died."

Erica swallowed.

"Anyway, they decided to kiss just to prove there wasn't any chemistry." She blinked. "Except there was chemistry and they realized they were in love. That's when things got rolling toward getting married."

"So you had to stop," said Veronica.

"Not exactly," said Erica, uncomfortably.

"Oh, I can't wait to hear this part," said Veronica, but there was no sarcasm in her voice.

"Mom knew you can't just stop, once you find that kind of relationship with a man. She knew if I didn't do things with him, that I'd find some boy to do them with and she didn't want that. So we kind of ... um ... shared him."

Again, Veronica fell backwards and bounced. This time she lay there for ten or fifteen seconds, before sitting up again.

"If things hadn't happened with Robby and Randy, I wouldn't understand. But I get it! They're sharing me!"

"I'm so glad you understand," sighed Erica.

"I didn't say I understand everything. I'm still trying to imagine you and your mother getting along and not being jealous of each other."

"I think that's because Uncle Bob is so good at loving us. I don't mean the sex. He's just so caring and attentive and he listens to us both. It's kind of like what it must be like when you have kids. You love them all. I mean you have enough love for all of them equally. Does that make sense?"

Veronica nodded.

"Yeah, it does," she said. "So, let me get this right. They got married right around the time you turned sixteen. So she and he were doing it before that, probably, and then you wanted him to do it to you for your sixteenth. I'm trying to imagine this, but I can't."

"That was also the same time Mom figured out she was pregnant," said Erica. "She was on the pill, but it didn't work. She's still nervous about me being on these," she picked up the container of birth control pills, "because she's afraid they won't work for me and I'll get pregnant, too."

"Do you worry about it?"

"No." Erica shook her head. She decided Veronica had heard plenty, and didn't need to know that she wanted to have Bob's baby some day.

"So, how does that work?" asked Veronica. "I mean after they got married you were all living in the same house."

"Sometimes he sleeps with her and sometimes he sleeps with me," said Erica, shrugging again.

"This is so hard to believe," sighed Veronica.

"So you get why I didn't tell you about all this before."

"I get it," said Veronica. "I'm glad you told me, now, though."

"Okay, now it's your turn," said Erica.

Veronica laughed.

"Compared to you, my sex life sounds boring. Last year, when Robby took me out all those times, we had a lot of fun. I already had a little crush on him. I could tell he liked me, but all he did at first was kiss me. I loved that, and one time while we were kissing, his hand brushed my boob. I asked him if he did that on purpose and he admitted he did. So after that, I started asking him what he wanted to do, but was afraid I'd get mad about.

"When he told me the things he wanted to do, I got horny. I told him we couldn't have sex, but that if he wanted to do some other things that might be okay."

"What other things?" asked Erica, when her friend went silent.

Veronica closed her eyes.

"He loved sucking on my nipples. The first time he did that I thought I'd peed my pants. I even told him that and he put his face right down there and sniffed at my jeans. He said I hadn't peed, and that I smelled delicious. He just about drove me crazy saying things like that. And, eventually, he got my shorts off and he ... um …"

She paused long enough that Erica helped her.

"He licked you, didn't he?" she said, softly.

"Uh huh," Veronica replied. Her dark skin got even darker as she blushed. "I never felt anything that good in my whole life."

"I know," said Erica. "Uncle Bob is so good at it, too."

"He wanted me to suck him, too, but I just couldn't do it," said Veronica. "I used my hand, though, and let him rub it against me ... down there ... and he said he was happy."

"Until this year," said Erica.

Again, Veronica closed her eyes.

"Having both of them there was insane," she whispered. "It was like we had talked about it and agreed to it all, but I never said a word. Robby kissed me and then Randy kissed me and they were both different, but I liked both kinds of kisses. And then their hands were all over me and somehow I got naked and they got naked and there were two boners there."

"Please tell me they didn't force you," groaned Erica.

"No, they didn't. Robby was rubbing the tip of his against my clit - he'd done that last year a bunch of times - and he said he really wanted to put it in me and I just said okay."

"Just like that?" asked Erica.

"I was crazy horny. Randy was sucking on my breasts and kissing me and, suddenly, I wanted it. And he went in me and it didn't hurt at all and the next thing I knew I was cumming hard. And he kept going until I came again. And when he finished, Randy was there, and I was still horny, so I let him do it, too. I'm such a slut!"

The girl covered her face with both hands and began to sniff. Erica leaned forward to grip her friend's wrists. She tugged until she could see Veronica's face.

"You're not a slut," she said, softly. "I've actually watched Uncle Bob and my mother fucking and they knew I was there. Mom has watched him doing me, too. It's like all three of us are one organism. You just got overwhelmed by both of them doing things to you at the same time. You're not a slut."

"Yes I am. They asked me out again for later this week and I know I'm going to let them fuck me again. I loved it, Erica!"

"I don't see a problem. Did they use condoms?"

Veronica shook her head.

"I told Robby to have a condom with him when he took you out last year!" snapped Erica.

"Wait." Veronica's hands dropped. "You knew he wanted to have sex with me last year?"

"He's a guy," said Erica. "Guys always want to have sex. It's just the way they are. I seem to remember warning you about that."

"Oh. Yeah, I guess you did. But neither of them had a condom. I didn't even think about that while it was happening."

"Is a dangerous time?" asked Erica.

Veronica closed her eyes.

"I don't think so," she said.

"Well, be sure to think about that in the future. The last thing you want is to show up at the police academy pregnant."

"Yes, my dad would kill me," said Veronica. "And when he was finished, my mom would kill me again."

"Tell them you won't go out with them unless they have condoms."

"Got it," said Veronica. "What if they refuse?"

"I don't think they'll refuse," said Erica. "How many girls will agree to be shared like that?"

"None," sighed Veronica.

She frowned.

"That's what worries me."

When Veronica left, Erica went looking for her twin brothers. They were nowhere to be found. Her mother was at work and Uncle Bob was in his office and she didn't want to bother him. She didn't know what she'd say to him, anyway. She'd never talked to him about her friends, and somehow that seemed private.

She baked a pie just to have something to occupy her, but she kept thinking about her brothers and Veronica, out there in the woods on a blanket. She couldn't help but visualize them standing there, with erections, looking down at her naked, dark-skinned friend. She also couldn't stop herself from seeing them on top of Veronica, with those erections sliding in and out of the girl.

By the time she put the pie in the oven, she was horny and disgusted with herself for being that way.

She tapped on the doorframe to the office. The door was open and Bob turned to her with a smile.

"What's up, Buttercup?" he asked.

"I'm horny, but I don't want to be," she sighed.

"Okay. I'd ask why not, but that really isn't important. What do you want to do?"

"I want to talk to you, but I can't," she moaned. "I mean I shouldn't."

"I thought we could talk about anything," he said.

"We can ... except this is about one of my friends."

"Veronica?" guessed Bob. He knew Veronica had been closeted in Erica's room for the last two hours.

"How'd you know?" she asked.

"She was just here, assuming she left. Is she still here?"

"No," said Erica. "I'm worried about her."

"I'll help if I can," he offered.

"It feels funny talking about someone else to you. I mean other than Mom."

"So, I'm guessing it has something to do with sex?"

Suddenly, the proscription about sharing personal information about her friend disappeared.

"Robby and Randy took her out into the woods ... on a blanket," she said.

"Both of them?"

"Yeah. They ... um ... like to do that. Date the same girl, I mean."

"At the same time?" Bob's voice rose.

"Yes. They've done it before, back in high school. And now they're doing it with her."

"How much are they doing?" asked Bob.

"Everything," sighed Erica. "And they didn't use condoms and she's not on anything and she says she can't help herself."

"You want me to talk to them?"

"Would you? Do you think that would do any good?"

"Won't know until I try," he said. "But that's up to you. She's your friend." He frowned. "Isn't her dad a policeman?"

"Yes."

"Okay. They said they were going to the park to shoot hoops," said Bob. "When they get back I'll have a word with them."

"Okay," she said.

But she didn't feel any better.

"Hold me?" she asked.

"Anytime, sweet thing," he said, opening his arms.

She sat on his lap and just hugged for several minutes. Then she kissed him, more out of gratitude than for any libidinous purpose.

But his kisses always fired her up, and her tank was already full.

Ten minutes later she was still sitting on his lap, but now they were both naked. He was in her and he'd been sucking her nipples. Now, as sweet release flooded her body, she leaned back and just let it wash through her. She felt limp and the sensation of his hands on her waist, helping her not to just fall over, brought her back up and forward for another kiss.

As they kissed she felt the warm ball of his liquid love gushing into her.

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