Niece's Passion

by Lubrican

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Chapter Nineteen

On the way back to their house, Robby told Sgt Green that their parents didn't actually know where they were.

"We left this morning and met Ronnie down the street."

When he escorted them up to Julie and Bob's front door, he had to introduce himself. Julie, who had answered the door with Richard on her hip, was instantly concerned.

"They're not in any trouble," he said. "I'd like to talk to you, though, if I may."

Bob joined them to find out who was at the door on Christmas Eve. When he saw the boys, who had mirror chagrined looks on their faces, and found out a policeman had brought them home, he perked up.

"It seems your sons are dating my daughter, Veronica," Terry said.

"Both of them?" asked Bob, his eyebrows rising. He figured playing dumb was the right choice.

"It seems so," said Terry. "One of my patrolmen found them parked in the parking lot of a closed business and called me."

"I see," said Julie.

"My question is, would it be all right for Veronica to visit them here, instead of sitting in a car with them?"

Bob knew what kind of relationship the twins had with this girl. He had a pretty good idea what they were doing in that car when the cops found them. Her father's reaction to that was quite restrained, in Bob's opinion.

"Of course she can visit here," said Julie. "She's welcome any time. She's like family."

Terry wondered if this woman knew how prescient her words were. He decided not to talk about that. They either knew the boys had both proposed to the same girl, or they didn't. He didn't really care, as long as his wife didn't find out about it. Not yet. Not for another year or two. If she could meet with them here, then maybe things wouldn't blow up.

"Thank you," said Terry. "I'll be blunt. Her mother thinks she's dated one of them a few times. She wouldn't be that happy with how far along the ... um … relationship seems to have progressed. It will save a lot of fireworks if she could visit them here."

"Both of them?" Julie was finally coming to an understanding of what this all looked like.

"She says she's trying to figure out which one she likes better," said Terry, dryly.

"I see," said Julie.

"Thank you."

"No problem," said Bob. "Please, feel free to stay in contact with us. If there's anything we can do to help things go smoothly we're eager to do that. We like Veronica very much, too."

"That's heartening," said Terry. "Merry Christmas."

As they watched the man walk through six inches of snow to his car, Bob quipped, "You got some 'splaining to do, boys!" in his attempt to sound like Ricky Ricardo.

It fell flat. Julie turned on her twin boys. She wasn't the only mother to keep treating children like children after they were in college.

"What the hell is going on with you two?!" she yelled.

Nobody mentioned the swear jar.

Erica had ignored the doorbell when it rang in the distance. She was in her room and was taking full advantage of the fact that she had no homework to do, no reading assignments to finish, and no papers to write. All that would return soon enough.  For now she was just lying on her bed, trying to decide whether to go pester Uncle Bob, or not. The twins were out somewhere. Uncle Bob had slept with her mother the night before. It could be her turn to lie under him, or maybe sit on top of him, and achieve sweet release. Or she could take a nap.

She was thinking about that when she heard a strange, deep voice coming from down the hall. She also heard Robby's voice. She got up to tiptoe down the hallway and eavesdrop on the conversation. When she figured out who the strange voice belonged to, she felt panic for Veronica. Quickly she ran back to her room and called her friend.

"Are you okay?" she gasped when Ronnie picked up.

"I think so," said Veronica. "The cops busted us while we were parking. My dad showed up and things kind of came out while he talked to us."

"Things came out? You mean he knows you've been fucking them both?!"

"Shhhh!" whispered Veronica. "It wasn't quite that open. But he knows. I told him they both proposed to me."

"What?! You didn't tell me that!" squealed Erica.

"They didn't propose, propose," whispered Ronnie. "We've just talked about it a little bit. I told him that to try to appease things."

"You told your father that two white boys proposed to you, which is why you were parking with them, and you thought that would appease him?"

"I was able to get dressed before he got there," said Ronnie. "I had to tell him something that would get his attention."

"I bet that did get his attention. He's here, at our house, right this instant!"

"He wanted to take the boys home, to see if I could come see them at your house until I go back to the academy and they go back to college."

"He's going to let you keep seeing them?"

"I told him he couldn't stop me."

"Wow, girl," sighed Erica. "You rock."

"We'll see. I have a feeling this might be the last time I come home for a holiday."

"Don't be that way. They're your family. They have to love you."

"I actually think my dad's doing okay with it. But my mother will never understand."

"We'll see. You never know."

"So he's still there? What do the twins look like?"

"I didn't go down there. I just listened until I figured out who he was and why he was here. I knew I had to make sure you were okay."

"I'm fine, for now. He already told me I'm grounded to the house tomorrow."

"He can't ground you!"

"Bad choice of word," said Ronnie. "He asked me to spend Christmas day at home."

"Oh. Sure. I get that."

"I may see you on the 26th," said Ronnie. "I don't know, yet."

"I'll tell the twins they're grounded until you can come see them."

"Okay. Thanks for calling."

"No problem. Now I'm going to go see what my mom does to the twins."

"They didn't do anything wrong," objected Veronica.

"A cop brought them home," said Erica, not trying to hide the delight in her voice. "They're guilty until proven innocent."

Erica arrived in the living room in time to hear Robby say, "Mom, I don't know why you're so upset. This isn't any different than what you and Erica do with Uncle Bob."

"What?!" gasped Julie. To this point in time she was unaware that the twins knew about their sister and Bob.

"Come on," groaned Robby. "We live here. We know you, and Erica, and Uncle Bob. Did you really think you could hide it?"

"You … know?" she said, her voice weak.

"For a couple of years, now," said Randy. "So you can see why we didn't think this would be a big deal."

Julie looked at Bob. He shrugged, but she saw what might have been guilt on his face.

"Did you know that they knew?" she asked.

"I did," said Erica. Four faces turned to look at her.

"I told them it was none of their business," she said.

"And did you know they were dating Veronica?"

"Of course," said Erica. "She's my best friend."

"And you never thought to mention this to me?"

"What would you have done? They didn't start dating her until they were in college."

"Well, gee," said Julie, who didn't feel so weak anymore. The shock was leaving her system. "Maybe I would have suggested she visit them here, instead of parking on Christmas Eve like they were still in high school!"

"So it's okay if she comes here to see us after Christmas?" said Randy. He sounded very hopeful.

"I am so embarrassed!" yipped their mother. "The police brought you home! And not just any police. Her father brought you home!"

"That was to ask you to let her come here instead of taking us out in her car," said Robby.

"And why does he want you to see her here, instead of at his home?" asked Julie.

"Her mother ... um ... doesn't like white people very much," said Randy.

"Wait!" said Julie. "I remember now. You did take her out one time," said Julie, looking at Robby.

"Yeah. That's when I realized I liked her a lot," he said.

"But that was years ago!" She frowned. "Have you been seeing her all this time?"

"Just during the summers, and holidays," said Robby. "We were at school and she was in the academy. But soon she'll have her own place and we can visit her there."

"Both of you will visit her," said Julie, her voice flat.

"Like I said, it's no different than what you guys do," said Robby.

"Well it sure as hell feels different!" snapped Julie.

"Okay, but it really isn't different," argued Randy.

"Yeah," Robby agreed. "And at least we didn't get her pregnant, like Uncle Bob did you."

They all saw the storm clouds building on Julie's face.

"Sorry!" said Robby. "I shouldn't have said that."

"No, you shouldn't," said Julie, taking a deep breath.

She took five more, taking them in and letting them out slowly. She looked from one twin to the other.

"And you better make damn sure you don't."

"We won't!" said both boys together.

"Not until she marries one of us," said Randy, without thinking first.

Both boys decided to retreat to their room, post haste.

"What are they thinking?" moaned Julie. She was hugging Bob. Erica had retreated to her room as well. "Is there something wrong with this family?"

"No," said Bob. "Unusual, maybe, but not wrong."

"Do you think this is my fault?"

"Of course not. It's nobody's fault. The twins have always done everything together, and they did that long before Veronica even moved here."

"Their father must thing we're odd," she moaned.

"If he thought that, why would he ask if Veronica could come here to meet with them? I think you're blowing this out of proportion."

"No, I'm not," she said, stiffly. "How will you feel when she walks down the aisle and both of them are standing there waiting for her?"

"That's not going to happen," said Bob. "You know that."

"Do I?"

"Randy said it himself. She's going to marry one of them."

"Sure, but I'll bet my last nickel that all three of them live together."

"And if Erica gets hired here, in town?"

Julie pushed him away.

"No! She's going to have her own house. I may not be able to make her date normally, but she's not going to live with us, Bob. This has been crazy enough as it is!"

"I'm with you," he said, his voice soothing. "She's even talked about finding her own place. And I hope she does meet a nice guy her own age and have a relationship with him and all that. But she's still your daughter and she'll still come around sometimes."

"To have sex with you," groaned Julie.

"Maybe, but then again, maybe not. She's been exposed to lots of other guys. I know for a fact she's been dating at college."

"Yes, but she says most of those are just for-fun dates. I don't think there's any sex involved."

"I get it. You hope your daughter goes out and has sex with strangers."

"Well, it sounds horrible when you put it that way," she moaned. "I'd just like for something in this family to be normal. Is that too much to ask?"

"I feel completely normal," said Bob. "I have a beautiful wife, and a healthy, happy son, and the other kids in the family are all doing great. They're going to have wonderful careers and great lives. I don't think we could ask for more than that."

"You just want to keep fucking her," grumbled Julie.

"You want me to stop? If you tell me to I will."

"She'd never speak to me again if I did that," said Julie. She sighed. "I have to admit sharing you has worked much better than I ever dreamed it would. I'm just frazzled. I don't like it that Mister Green brought them home. It's embarrassing."

"He wasn't angry. I think he's just a little frustrated, like us. He didn't ask us to keep them away from her." He pulled her back against him. "Not that we could," he muttered.

"This whole family is sex crazy," said Julie into his shoulder.

"Well, if that's the case, then maybe we are normal," said Bob.

He pushed her back enough to kiss her.

"The whole world is sex crazy. That's why there are six and a half billion of us now."

It was two days later that Veronica showed up and knocked. Erica answered the door.

"They've been going crazy," Erica whispered.

"How are ... things?" asked Ronnie. "With your parents, I mean."

"Mom was upset for a while, but Christmas day seemed to calm her down."

"I'm embarrassed to see her," said the brand new state trooper.

"It won't be as bad as when she caught Uncle Bob sucking on my pussy before I was even sixteen. Trust me on that."

"You're awful," said Ronnie.

"C'mon. I'll smuggle you to their room."

"No. I have to face your mom sooner or later. Let's get it over with."

Ronnie's encounter with Julie wasn't cool, exactly, but her cheery, "Hi, Mrs. Cee," wasn't returned with Julie's normal welcoming smile.

"I think you're insane, but then again, my boys couldn't have chosen any better," said Julie.

"Thanks. I'm sorry for the kerfuffle," said Veronica.

"I hear you're a real, live state trooper, now," said Julie.

"Got my badge and everything. I have a little more training to do and then I'll find out where I'll be stationed."

The conversation flagged at that point. Finally Julie spoke.

"Go ahead and see them. They've been on pins and needles ever since your father brought them home."

"I really am sorry about that. I thought nobody would care if we parked in my car."

"Nobody would have, if it had been just you and one of them," suggested Julie.

"I like them both," moaned Veronica. "I can't choose between them."

"Well, however you decide to resolve it, don't let it mess up your career. You're young and you have your whole life ahead of you. Don't make hasty decisions."

"I won't. Thanks. And thanks for letting me come see them, here."

"I'd rather do that than have your father or some other policeman bring them home again."

Oddly, depending on how one looks at it, there was no sex in the twins' room that day. Half an hour was taken up reliving the events of Christmas Eve, and then the three-way conversation that Officer Stratton had interrupted slowly resumed. The future was still vague for all of them. In reality, the only thing that was firm was that, at some point within the next couple of years, the boys wanted to be able to visit or (even better) live with Ronnie wherever she ended up as a trooper. Ronnie knew that the members of SWAT were distributed throughout several geographical areas. There was no permanent SWAT team billet. But she also knew that members needed to be able to respond to being called in within an hour. That meant that most would be stationed in either Troop A, which handled the Omaha area, or Troop H, which took care of Lincoln and everything south to the Kansas line.

Randy was in Kansas City, which was three or four hours from Lincoln and Omaha. Robby was at Doane University, in Crete, Nebraska, which was half an hour from Lincoln and an hour further from Omaha. Robby had the distinct advantage over his brother, at least until they graduated.

There was a little making out, with Ronnie on her back in the middle, with a twin on either side of her. She got caressed and kissed, but nobody got naked. When she got up to leave, she said she'd be back the next day, but her leave from the academy was only ten days, and on the second of January she had to be back.

"I can't come here every day or my mother will get sullen," she said. "When my mother is sullen, my father isn't happy, and right now I really need him to stay happy."

"We get it," said Randy. "We're just happy to get to see you a little."

On the 29th of December, Veronica returned "to see Erica" and this time all three got naked and made love together on Randy's bed. It was crowded because it was only a full sized bed, but since one of the boys was on top of her all the time, it wasn't too bad. The twins were eager to be in her, and eager to cum in her.

Ronnie was ecstatic having a string of orgasms that never seemed to end.

She stayed home the next day and the daylight hours of New Year's Eve.

The "party" she went to lasted all night.

That was in the twins' room again.

This time the beds were pushed together to give them more room.

Since Bob, Julie, and Erica had gone to an actual New Year's Eve party, there was no one there to bother them as they mounted her over and over, taking turns making love with the woman they both loved.

The new year brought more classes for Erica, but she had more confidence, now, and she viewed school as an opportunity, rather than a challenge.

Veronica's training produced an unexpected side effect. To be a good sniper she needed to be centered and calm. In achieving that state of mind, she found that her thoughts became more clear, as it pertained to the twins. She didn't think about them all the time, but she did think of them every day. The patience she learned as a sniper paid additional benefits because she could develop patience to wait for her lovers. Her patience and skill paid off. She was assigned as a backup for the primary SWAT sniper.

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