Niece's Passion

by Lubrican

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Chapter Seventeen

Oddly, perhaps, it was Randy who said something that changed Erica's life yet again. He was sitting in the kitchen distractedly eating a peanut butter sandwich, when Erica wandered in.

"Why do you look so bummed?" she asked. "Oh yeah. Your squeeze went to the academy."

"It's not funny," he said.

"I know," she said, suddenly contrite. "It must be hard."

"I really miss her," he said. "We just barely got to know each other and then she's gone. I'm miserable. I've never been miserable about a girl before."

"Maybe you're in love," she said. "I know I'm going to be miserable when I go to college." She sighed. "I just can't get excited about four more years of school."

"You're going for interior design, right?" he commented.

"Yes. That was the only thing that I felt like I might be good at."

"Well, that's bullshit. You're not stupid. You could do anything you wanted to."

"It would still mean four years away," she said.

"You have to grow up some day, Erica," he said. "What you've been doing won't work forever."

"And you think what you want to do with Veronica will?"

"That's different. We'll be living somewhere else. If you stay in this town everybody will know you're still living at home."

"Now I'm even more depressed," she said.

She made herself a matching sandwich and sat down. He'd only taken two more bites of his. They sat in companionable silence until he spoke again.

"I might know a way you could stay here and be employed and nobody would think a thing about it," he said.

"How's that?"

"Well, at KUMC, where I'm going, the nursing program is tough. A lot of people drop out. Most of them are directed to EMT training because the whole country is short of EMTs and Paramedics. You could become an EMT and work right here in Holden. I think the ambulance service here runs out of the fire station. Of course I have no idea if they would have an opening when you got certified, but like I said, the people at UMKC say the shortage is nation-wide. If nothing else you might get a job close to here."

"Huh!" exclaimed Erica. "I never thought about something like that." She blinked. "Do they offer that where you go?"

He shook his head.

"That's usually offered at a technical or junior college. I know a lot of the ones who did that after dropping out of nursing went to the Kansas City Kansas Technical College, since it's right there in town. It's only something like 150 hours to get your EMT certification. If you want to go on and be a paramedic it's two years. I actually thought about doing it myself when I got a D on an anatomy test. But I studied harder and brought my grade up. I wanna be a nurse. EMTs save lives, though. We did a rotation in the ER in one of our classes. We didn't get to touch any patients, but we saw the EMTs bring them in. They really can be the difference between life and death for somebody."

"I might just look into that," she said.

"You should. I think you'd be a better EMT than an interior designer."

"What makes you think that?" she asked.

"One, the sight of blood doesn't bother you. Remember when Chad stood up under the open cabinet door and gashed his scalp? He bled like a stuck pig. You held a towel over it and got blood all over you and it didn't bother you a bit. Secondly, your room looks like it was designed by zombies or something.  There's no feng shui in your bedroom, little sister."

She stuck out her tongue at him. But then she asked him to tell her what studying to be a nurse was like.

They talked for over an hour.

Veronica texted Erica regularly for the first week of her academy training. Then it dropped to once a week and twice on weekends as the course got harder and Veronica was too tired each night to stay up texting. She loved the training. When Erica texted about possibly changing her college plans to become an EMT Veronica was excited. She said the basic lifesaving training they got at the academy was taught by an EMT and it was easy.

"If you're an EMT maybe we'll even work together sometime," she texted.

That, and her research into the training of EMTs and Paramedics, convinced Erica to change her plans.

Only then did she talk to her mother and Bob about it.

"I thought you loved design," said Julie.

"I do, but I think I'd like this even more. And if I'm an ambulance attendant I can really help people. Design wouldn't be very exciting."

"Where would you go to get the training? Is it college courses?"

"Yes. There are several schools within 300 miles of here. There's one college in Kansas City and Randy said I could live with him if I go there. That one just has an EMT program. But there's one in Great Bend, Kansas that has both programs. I could get my EMT certification and then go on to get my paramedic certification there. It will take two and a half years instead of four and Randy says there's a shortage of EMTs everywhere. I might even be able to get a job near here."

"Now I get it," said Julie. "You want to stay close to Bob."

"Well, of course I do," said Erica.

"Sweetheart, we've talked about this," said Bob. "You can't plan on a life linked to me. Not a romantic one, anyway. You need to find a nice guy your own age and start a family with him."

"I know that," said Erica. "But it's like this. I have no idea what being an EMT will be like. I have no idea what kind of men I'll meet. I have no idea what college will be like. Basically, I know nothing about my future. I do know about the present, though, and I'm not going to just give it up and jump into the unknown with my eyes closed. I need a little stability in my life and you and Uncle Bob are that stability. At least for now. Okay?"

Julie hugged her daughter and rocked them both.

"Okay. I guess that makes sense. Just don't think about Bob as a permanent lover, okay?"

"Mom, you know what it's like. I kind of suspect that even if I get married and have three or four babies with my husband, if I'm alone with Uncle Bob for more than an hour I'm pretty sure we'll end up in bed. I don't think I could ever refuse him."

"That's where his self-control comes into play. If you're married and have children, he won't be asking," said Julie, shooting a look at Bob.

He just smiled.

"So … what do you think? It would be cheaper and I'd have a job a lot sooner."

"It's all so new," said Julie. "I'm trying to imagine you with a stethoscope around your neck in a careening ambulance on your way to mayhem and carnage."

"Randy says that's only a small part of the job. Most ambulance trips are routing transport of patients between hospitals. Besides, blood doesn't bother me."

"I'm just now getting used to the idea that Randy's going to be an RN," sighed Julie. "Now I'll have two children in the medical field."

"I'm proud of you," said Bob. "I think this could really be a great career path for you. There's certainly job security."

"If you're going to do this you need to call them and see if you can still even apply," said Julie. "It's only a month til most colleges start classes."

"I'll do that now," said Erica.

She hugged them both.

Then she went to the computer to get some contact information.

Barton Community College was a different kind of institution than most "junior" colleges. They offered everything from refresher training to four year degrees. When Erica called the admissions office they sketched out a program she could start in September that would get her EMT certification and then her Advanced EMT certification in one year. The following year she could start her Paramedic courses, which would give her an associate's degree if she passed all her certification tests.

"You don't have to take that whole path, of course," said the woman in the admissions office. "You could do the semester of EMT training and then get some experience before going on. A lot of our students do that to make sure this field is what they really want. About ten percent of our students do the whole three year program before going to work. Most of them intern during the summers."

"Is it too late to apply?"

"Let's see if you qualify," said the woman.

Fifteen minutes and thirty questions later, Erica had provisional enrollment. As soon as tuition was arranged, the enrollment would be official.

The woman gave Erica names and numbers of five organizations that offered scholarships for EMT and AEMT training.

"Let us know if you get scholarships. Otherwise have your parents submit half the tuition or paperwork for student loans and you're ready to go."

Erica looked at the costs the woman had given her. Tuition plus a room in the dorm and meals in the cafeteria looked like a lot of money to her. She wasn't sure her mother could afford it.

She waited to talk to her mother and Bob. She called the numbers associated with scholarships. Most came with a commitment to work in a specific geographical area for three or four years. One, however, offered money for books and supplies, contingent upon a GPA of 3.25 or higher. The fifth offered to pay tuition for the advanced EMT training once she took and passed the National Registry of Emergency Medical Technicians computer exam. And then the National Registry of Emergency Medical Technicians skills exam.

That helped.

She went to talk to her mom and Bob again.

The transition between being a high school student and living at home to college life was scary for Erica. The course work wasn't so bad, but being on her own was strange. She didn't know what to do with her time out of classes. Meals were served in the cafeteria and the choices of food were pretty good. What helped was that she slowly got to know thirty other kids her age who were just as nervous and unsure as she was. The campus was twelve miles from Great Bend, proper, and she didn't have her own car, so she spent a lot of time in her room, studying. She also went to the fitness center a lot.

The first time a boy asked her out she was shocked, but only for a few seconds. Bob had said this would happen and it did. Now she had to figure out what to do about it. She told the boy she'd think about it and within two days two more young men had asked her out as well.

Her self confidence was nicely boosted. She called home to tell Bob about it.

She decided to go out with all three guys, just to see what dating away from home (and high school) was like.

Veronica did well at the academy. Part of that was because there was definite competition between the male cadets and the women. There were only ten women in the class, and Veronica was one of only two who were of African-American descent. The women bonded quickly and all of them wanted to prove they were just as good as the men. The men, on the other hand, competed among themselves. It was healthy competition, but they were divided, while the women helped each other.

It turned out that Ronnie excelled in marksmanship, with both pistol and rifle. She did so well on the rifle range that she was chosen to receive sniper training. The state patrol had a SWAT team, which wasn't deployed very often, but when they were needed it was important that they be the best of the best. They didn't currently need a sniper, but anyone who showed that kind of expertise was tagged in the files as a potential member.

During her months-long training there were several holidays. The first was Thanksgiving, and the cadets were given four days of down time in which to celebrate with their families, if they chose to do so. Veronica did. Her mother, who had been against her daughter choosing such a dangerous occupation, fretted the whole time. Her dad had a practically permanent grin on his face as he quizzed her on her training.

Meanwhile, Erica and the twins were home for Thanksgiving, too. Ronnie knew that, of course. She exchanged texts with all of them on a regular basis.

She spent the first day at home and, that evening, announced she was going to go see her best friend, Erica.

She did spend an hour with Erica, during which both Robby and Randy seemed to need to hang around them for this or that reason.

Finally, Erica said, "You better spend some time with them before they cum in their pants."

Veronica's dark skin got darker, but she smiled.

"I only have a couple of hours before they'll expect me home."

"I might be able to get Mom and Bob out of the house for an hour."

"I would be in your debt forever," said Ronnie.

Fifteen minutes later Erica, Julie, and Bob were out getting ice cream.

And candidate Green was lying on her best friend's bed, naked. Her knees were bent and her legs opened enough that a shocking slice of pink was the only thing the twins saw that wasn't dusky, dark skin. Her areolas and nipples were black. Her hair was black. Everything about her was dark or black, except for that slice of pink that was her inner labia.

Two horny college boys stood, also naked, with jutting erections. Very few people had noticed, but while they were naked the twins were easy to tell apart. Robby's erection was curved and bent upwards, while Randy's was straight as an arrow. Both stood, drinking in the beauty of their negroid lover. Both were slowly stroking their penises. When they were in high school they were eager and impatient, when it came to getting their dicks in a girl. Veronica had changed that, to some extent. Now they savored their time with her. Anticipation, like they were involved in right now, was sweet and heightened the experience.

"What's taking you so long?" asked Ronnie, her voice husky. She reached and one slim dark finger ruined the perfect symmetry of the pink slice as her finger pushed her pink labia around in search of her clit. Both boys knew that her little bud was also dark colored, nestled in folds of pale skin. Neither had worried or wondered about that.

All they did was find it, suck it, and then grind against it whenever they could.

Now, they could. Together they worked her over. With one at her breasts and mouth, and the other sucking that clit while a long finger rimmed her cervix, she had an orgasm before Robby mounted her and gasped as he slid his pink boner between black outer lips. He groaned and pounded her frantically.

"I'm sorry," he groaned. "I've missed you so much I can't wait."

"You don't have a condom on," she reminded him, her breasts heaving.

"Is it safe?" he whined.

"I'm on the pill, now," she said, showing that her earlier comment was just teasing.

He went in deep and seeded the woman he was convinced he was in love with.

As soon as he rolled off Randy was there, with his own stiff prick. Ronnie held out her arms and said, "I hope you can go longer."

"I'm much more of a man than he is," boasted the twin who was younger by a full twelve minutes.

His spike impaled her and he managed a full five minutes before he lost it and squirted in the woman he was convinced he was in love with.

They wanted to go twice, but there wasn't time. The second time around the twins could go for half an hour or more before they had to spew.

Instead Veronica sucked them both, moving from one to the other, back and forth, until both ejaculated in her mouth.

As she got dressed, she said, "I have three more days."

Robby said, "We'll find a way to get together."

"Not tomorrow," said Ronnie. "We're having a big Thanksgiving dinner and I promised to watch football with my dad."

"As much as I hate to say it, you'd better go. They'll be back soon," said Randy, looking at his watch.

"I can't wait until you two graduate," said Veronica. "Then we can get together any time you have a chance. I'll have my own place and there won't be anybody to interrupt us."

"I can't wait for that, either," sighed Robby.

"Which one of us will you marry?" asked Randy.

She looked back and forth between two young men that most people couldn't tell apart. She had been that way too, when she was in high school. Now the differences were obvious to her, and not just in their lovemaking behavior.

"I guess that will depend on who can get a job wherever I'm living," she said.

"I can be a nurse anywhere," said Randy, grinning.

"I can be an electrical engineer anywhere," said Robby. He grinned. "But I'll get my degree a year before you get yours."

"Stop!" said Veronica. "I love you both. It doesn't matter who gets there first. Eventually, we'll all be together."

Randy smiled.

"Promise me you won't go off the pill until we're both there."

"I don't think that will be a problem," she said. "I'm not having kids for at least three or four years. I need to get my own career firmly established before I go on maternity leave."

"But you will have a baby with us ... right?" Robby sounded so hopeful that Veronica laughed.

"Maaaaybe," she said, obviously teasing. "We'll see."

Then she kissed them both and went back home.

Erica didn't have to go back home. She had the same four day break in her courses at Barton. She didn't have to manufacture a reason to squirm, naked, against her uncle while he teased her nipples and dug into her pussy with a finger while they kissed.

Bob mounted her and groaned as he got fully in her within an hour of her arriving home.

"I've missed you," she whined.

"We've missed you, too," he said, grinding against her clit.

If there'd been a formal competition between Bob and the twins, he would have won. He managed to give Erica two orgasms before he groaned and shot off in her. They coupled two more times that day before Veronica showed up to visit her friend.

It wasn't until they were eating turkey and dressing the next day that Erica realized she hadn't taken her birth control pill the day before. She'd been so excited about going home she'd forgotten all about it.

She got up from the table and went to swallow a pill right then and there.

She was sure missing just one wasn't going to create a problem.

With Thanksgiving break over, and Erica and the twins back at their respective studies, it was relatively quiet at the Carpenter home. Richard was only three months away from celebrating his first birthday. He was still breastfeeding and while Julie missed her children, she also loved the quiet bonding time as her youngest son sucked lustily and noisily at her swollen breasts. He was a greedy little thing and almost always emptied both breasts as she hummed, sang, or told him stories.

Bob loved to watch his son feed. He knew those breasts well, and had tasted from them what his son was drinking. Before Erica had appeared one day and started asking questions about boys, and boners, and his boners for her, he had resigned himself to the concept that he'd never sire children. It wasn't that he didn't want to be a father. He'd just lost hope that he could find a woman he could bond with and who would be excited about giving him children.

"It's quiet," he commented, as he sat in his recliner. A book was open in his lap, but he was watching his topless wife and son.

"It is," she agreed, smiling. "Except for this little bundle of energy." She sat up from where she'd been leaning back with Richard cuddled on her chest. "I think he's finished. He's just playing with the nipple, now."

"He's my son. He loves to play with your nipples," said Bob, grinning. "Give him to me and I'll see if he needs a new diaper."

"He does. I heard him poop while he was sucking."

Bob took the baby to the changing table while Julie sank back into the chair again, just enjoying being lazy.

"Oh look!" said Bob, in the voice that Julie knew meant he was talking to the baby. "Little Dicky has a big dickie."

He was referring to the little boy's erection.

"Careful," said Julie. "If he's stiff it means he'll go off soon."

"Like I said. He's my son," said Bob.

"Yours goes off in a distinctly different fashion," said Julie.

Richard chose that time to pee and Bob, ready for that eventuality, covered his little penis with a clean part of the soiled diaper. Then, efficiently, he used a wet wipe, got the new diaper on and settled his son in the windup swing that Dicky loved so much.

He turned to find his wife lounging, topless, in the overstuffed chair she liked to use when she was feeding Richard.

"Uh oh," he said, gazing at her.

"What?"

"Bob has a big, stiff dickie right now, too."

"And now I get his stiff dickie all to myself," said Julie. She stood and pushed down her long sweat pants and panties. She struck a pose to tease him.

"Not bad for an old woman with five kids, huh?" she asked. "Can I still get a man going?"

"Oh, Baby, you have no idea," he sighed, squeezing his bulge.

"I think I have some idea," she said. "Not many old women like me have to compete with a beautiful young woman for the affections of the same man. I love it that you get stiff for me even when she's here."

"You don't have to compete," he said. "My love tank is always full, no matter how much you and your daughter drain from it."

"Your love tank might be full all the time but your balls aren't," she teased.

"What's in my balls right now is just for you," he said. "Wanna play naughty?"

She went to him and embraced him, pressing her nudity against his still clothed body. She kissed him with obvious passion.

He didn't stay clothed long.

They were suddenly so passionate that they didn't even make it to the bedroom.

"Are we corrupting him?" panted Julie as she sat astride his long, stiff penis, rocking at a moderate pace.

Bob looked over at the swing. Richard was sleeping.

"Not even a little bit," he said. His fingers were working over nipples that, just a short time earlier had been feeding the baby. She leaked just a few pinpricks of white and he leaned forward to suck first one and then the other. He got the hint of sweet, but that was all. He knew if he waited an hour or two he could suck and get mouthfuls of sweet, warm milk.

But that would be later. Right now he felt the urge to give her his own whitish milk.

"Can I cum in you?" he asked. "I promise to get hard again later."

"Give me three more minutes," she said, moving more quickly. "And keep sucking my nipples."

He tried, but he squirted a full thirty seconds before she got there.

It didn't matter, though. She was able to grind her clit against his pubes and get off anyway.

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