Niece's Passion

by Lubrican

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Chapter Eight

A week passed and he heard nothing from Julie, Erica, or any of the boys. He decided they needed to make the first move. Otherwise he might dredge up unhappy feelings.

Saturday Julie called.

"I only asked you to behave, not disappear," she said.

"I don't remember you asking me to behave," he said. "All I remember was you were unhappy."

"Everything has changed," she complained. "I don't know how to be happy with all the changes."

He refrained from repeating himself about her needing to get laid. It didn't even need to be him, though he'd had several fantasies about that. She just needed to climb back onto the horse.

"Life changes all the time, Honey Bun," he said.

"Don't do that," she said.

"Do what?"

"Don't call me sweetheart or darling or honey bun."

"Okaaaay," he said.

"Those names are too intimate," she said.

"I've called you all those things for years," he said.

"Yes, but that was before you showed me your dick."

"Um, not to be difficult, but as I recall it, you exposed my dick. I didn't show it to you."

"Don't be difficult. Just come to dinner."

"Okay. How's Erica taking to becoming a nun?"

"Not well. That's one reason I want you to come to dinner. She needs to see you."

"I thought that wasn't exactly cool," he said.

"Just seeing her and maybe giving her a hug doesn't mean you have to fuck her!" hissed Julie.

"Five dollars," he said, smugly.

She hung up on him.

He brought a bottle of the wine he knew Julie liked. She took it without a word and then he was engulfed in his niece's passionate hug.

"I miss you so much!" she said into his neck.

"Your mother says I can hug you, but not fuck you," he whispered. He thought he was teasing. She pushed him away and glared at him.

"Don't talk like that. It's hard enough being away from you without you saying things like that."

"Got it," he said, mildly confused. The last time they'd talked, the concept of "fucking" was off the table. Now it bothered her?

She was back for another hug. She looked to see if anyone was watching and, when she decided nobody was, she kissed him, with tongue.

"Man I miss that," she sighed, finally backing away.

"Which is one of the lessons I was trying to teach you," he said. "The sex drive is very strong. It can get out of control easily. This is why I will not allow you to date until you're twenty-five."

This time she knew he was teasing. She crossed her arms and tried to look independent.

"When I turn eighteen I'm going to date you. Then we'll see."

"What will we see?" he asked.

"Would you two abandon the foreplay and come help me set the table?" called Julie from where she'd been watching them.

"What foreplay?" asked Randy as he bounded into the room from the hallway.

"I was teasing," said Julie, smoothly.

"You shouldn't tease about stuff like that," said Randy. "Foreplay is serious stuff."

"And you know this how?" Julie asked, archly.

Randy blinked and it was clear to all that he wished he hadn't said anything.

"Health class," he said. "They said that in health class."

It was an obvious lie but nobody called him on it.

Supper wasn't exactly strained, but it wasn't relaxed, either. Chad was there that night, which was unusual, because he was often out with his friends or girlfriend, instead of at home with his family. The twins were their usual aloof selves and Erica seemed preoccupied. Bob and Julie glanced at each other every once in a while, but there seemed to be no topic of conversation that lasted for more than a few sentences. After supper the vaguely uncomfortable mood continued. Julie assigned cleanup to the twins, who complained and made that task take three times as long as it would have if they'd just gotten to it. Chad said he was going to his girlfriend's house and disappeared.

"I should probably go," said Bob.

"Why?" asked Erica and Julie together, as if they'd practiced it.

"I'm working on a big project," he lied. He was worried that Erica might try something, like asking him to tuck her in. And it was obvious that, her invitation to supper notwithstanding, Julie was ill at ease in his presence.

"Did you drive?" asked Julie.

He shook his head.

"Walked. It's a nice evening."

"I'll walk you home," she said.

He was surprised, but didn't show it. He set a slow pace, and Julie kept ending up in front of him. She ran regularly and moving slowly just wasn't in her genes. Again, the conversation flagged and they ended up just walking together without saying much. When they got to his house, Julie diverted to the porch swing and sat on it. Bob sat down beside her. It was as if being able to sit opened the floodgates of her emotion.

"I can't stop thinking about what happened," she said.

He had a pretty good idea of what she was referring to.

"I guess that's normal," he said. "Nothing like that has happened in the last five years."

"I never used to think of you that way," she said, staring out into the fading light. "Now that's all I can think about."

"Think of me that way?" he prodded.

She glanced at him.

"You know. Excited."

"You were pretty memorable, too. I have to say, you're in pretty good shape for having given birth to four children."

"My boobs are saggy," she sighed.

"I think I already voted on how I feel about them," he said.

Again, she looked at him.

"What are we going to do, Bob? I know we can't just turn our emotions off, but it's a really bad idea for us to mess with a relationship that's worked very well for the last seventeen years. The last thing I want is for tension to drive us apart. I had to beg you to come to dinner as it is!"

Bob didn't comment. They swung in the silence for maybe a minute.

"Before you started dating Paul, did you ever go out with a guy who kissed you and it was awful?"

"What?"

"Did you ever go out with a guy who kissed you and that was the last time you went out with him because it was a bad kiss? I mean you could just tell nothing was going to happen during the kiss."

"I suppose so. I don't actually remember anything like that, but I'm sure it happened."

"Maybe we should kiss, and it will be awful like that. And if it is, then that will make it easy to cool things down, right?"

"What if it isn't bad?" she asked.

"Come on. The last man you kissed was Paul. You loved his kisses, right? What are the chances I could even begin to compete with that?" He blinked. "What I mean is that his kisses were special. No other guy could compete with that, right?"

"Do you really think so?"

"What have we got to lose?" he asked. "I mean it would probably be bad, right? We're friends, so it would likely be kind of weird. You know … icky?"

"Yeah!" she agreed. "That's a good idea!"

There is a difference between wanting something to be true, hoping something will be true, and what reality actually serves up. In this case, as they leaned towards each other, moving in super slow motion, it was unclear whether that was because they were reluctant to touch lips ... or because the anticipation was palpable. To be honest, both had conflicting emotions. Each wanted the kiss to be off-putting ... but both wanted to complete the intimacy of a kiss. They ended up brushing lips, almost bouncing off of each other slightly, only to lean further and reestablish contact. All that touched were their lips, as they sat side by side, but what had been intended to be a brief, (hopefully) unsatisfying peck lingered as, slowly, the pressure of their lips increased, until warm lips seemed to weld themselves together. Maybe fifteen seconds passed before they reluctantly pulled apart.

"Crap! That didn't suck at all," she sighed.

Bob just kissed her again. This time he pressed harder and turned toward her.

This kiss was like an errant cigarette butt, tossed from the window of a speeding car. It was merely a glow at first, but the winds of passion and the dry grass of loss and loneliness united to create a conflagration that consumed them both. First they stood to embrace and then, as the kiss went on and on, and tongues got involved, there was that urgent feeling they portray so well in movies and TV, where the couple just can't wait to get inside and get their clothes off so they can get to the serious business of slaking their sexual thirst.

While that portrayal is exciting, it's Hollywood, and this slaking happened in sips rather than great gulps of cooling water.

Neither wanted to continue this on the porch, in the public view. Without discussing it, both went to his bedroom. There, the kisses were urgent and their embrace was ardent, but eventually his hands moved from her back to her bottom, and then up to caress the sides of her breasts. Her own hands roamed all over his back and the back of his head.

She stepped back, panting, and her fingers went to the buttons of the blouse she was wearing that night. He simply watched as, slowly, she released each button until the blouse hung, framing the plain, white bra she wore. No words were spoken as she shrugged the blouse off, catching it in one hand and draping it over one bedpost at the foot of his bed. Her bra followed and she paused, to let him look. When he licked his lips and his eyes darted to her face, she kept going, undoing her shorts and pushing them down to expose surprisingly lacy, pink panties.

She didn't comment on how she was naked and he was fully dressed. She simply moved to him and started taking his clothes off. They went on the other bedpost. She contemplated his rock hard penis for a few seconds, and then gripped it to pull him to the bed.

Still, nothing was said. This was the kind of consensual, adult relationship Bob had mentioned to Erica. Both of them were on the same plane. There was no foreplay. The kisses had been foreplay aplenty, and when she pulled him down onto her and her legs spread wide, he moved almost carefully into place on his hands and knees and, as again she gripped him and pulled, he let her socket the tip of his cock in her soaking wet pussy.

He pushed, gently, staring into her eyes. Those eyes fluttered as she groaned, but then steadied as she reached for his cheeks to pull him in for another kiss.

He wasn't violent or quick in his motions. He practically massaged her slowly, with long in and out strokes that paused when he was buried, so he could move his hips sideways once or twice, before pulling back out. Her back arched and her legs moved constantly, returning the massage by rubbing all over the back of his thighs and butt.

Her, "Oh ... oh ... ohhhhhh," was the quietest orgasm she'd ever had. It didn't wrack her body. It was sweet and seeped happiness into her body like stretching saturates the surrounding tissues with soothing sensations. A few minutes later his own "Ohhhhhh, Julie," signaled his own release. The only difference was that with each spurt he released deep inside her, he gave a soft grunt.

It would have been perfect, except there was a loud thump that startled them both. Bob looked over his shoulder behind him to see his bedroom door swinging and he recognized, in hindsight, the sound of his door knob hitting the wall. In trying to figure out what had caused the door to open, he got off of Julie. He saw Erica lying on the floor, looking up at him. As Julie sat up, Erica jumped up off the floor.

"I'm sorry!" she gasped.

Then she ran and in the silence of the now dark house, her footfalls sounded too loud and numerous to be caused by one, young girl.

Bob looked at Julie. She was the first to speak.

"She must have followed us," she said. "I'd better go talk to her."

"Don't leave," said Bob, who realized that this fragile, new thing they had brought to life could die if it wasn't nurtured properly. He didn't know how to nurture this kind of relationship, but he knew, deep down, that for the first time in his life something more precious than gold had been offered to him.

"I have to," she said, swinging her athletic legs over to the side of the bed. She stood and he stared, struck by how beautiful she looked with tousled hair, freshly fucked.

No … they hadn't fucked. What they'd done was the very definition of making love from what had been nothing at all.

"We just broke her heart, Bob," said Julie. "The last thing she needs right now is to be alone. I need to talk to her and let her scream at me."

"We didn't do anything wrong," he said.

"I know that," she sighed. "But she may feel differently."

"She said she wanted you to be happy."

"Who said I'm happy?"

He looked so stricken that she stopped teasing him instantly and went to take his head in her hands.

"I'm gloriously happy, Bob, so stop looking like you ate a whole fresh lemon. I was teasing you."

"Don't tease about something this important," he muttered.

"Once she and I get things settled, I'll be back. I promise."

"That could take hours," he said.

"Yes, maybe. Don't wait up for me."

"You're … staying here the night?"

She shook her head but smiled.

"I have three boys who would want to know where I was, and a daughter who might tell them. I want to cross that bridge later, when I have a plan of some kind. If it's too late when Erica and I are at least not screaming at each other, then we can talk tomorrow."

"Talk," he said, softly, as he realized the last thing she said before Erica interrupted them was, "That didn't suck at all." They hadn't done any talking.

"Don't you think we should talk about what's happened?" asked Julie.

He nodded.

"I just don't want to screw things up by saying the wrong thing."

Julie put on her bra and then her blouse, but she didn't button the blouse. As she pulled the panties up, she said, "Bob, I have slept with exactly two men. It happens that they're brothers. I don't go falling into bed with men who could say the wrong thing to me." She reached with her fingertips to stroke her thigh below where the panties covered. "I'd forgotten how messy sex can be."

He watched as she pulled her shorts on and then followed her to the porch, where she'd left her flip-flops. She gave him a solid peck on the lips and then walked into the gloom.

Bob realized he was standing on his porch nude and hurried back inside.

He had no idea what to do.

Erica wasn't home. For once, the twins weren't in their room and Chad was at work. Julie got in her car and started cruising the neighborhood, for lack of anything else to do. She found Erica ten minutes later, swinging on a swing in the park. She parked and walked toward her daughter.

She didn't know what to say, so she just sat in an adjacent swing and kicked it into a slow, short swing.

"I'm sorry, Mom," Erica finally said.

"What are you sorry for?"

"It was so beautiful, and I ruined it," said the girl.

"Erica, Sweetheart, you didn't ruin anything. I thought you'd be angry."

"I'm not mad ... except at myself," sighed the girl.

"Can we talk about that?" Julie was still trying to feel her way. This wasn't the daughter she'd expected to find.

"I guess," said Erica. She didn't say anything further, so Julie had to probe.

"How did you feel when you ... um ... saw us?"

"I thought you'd yell at me for peeking," said Erica.

"We can talk about that later. Right now I want to know how it made you feel. I know you're ... attached ... to Bob."

"He's not my boyfriend, Mom," said Erica. "I'm not stupid. I know what we did didn't mean anything. Not like what I saw when I watched you with him."

"I think you're wrong," said Julie. "About it not meaning anything. I think it meant a lot to Bob." She paused. "I think it meant a lot to you, too."

"Do you really want to know what I was thinking about when I saw you?"

"Yes, I do," said Julie.

"I wished it was me."

"Oh."

Julie felt a sinking sensation in her gut. Her little girl was growing up so fast that she wasn't sure she was ready for it. Still, what Erica had felt was real, at least to her. Erica was talking, though, and that was good. If she could get her daughter to keep talking, to come to her mother whenever she was dealing with emotions like that, it would be good for both of them.

"Well," she said, kicking her foot to keep herself swinging, "I guess that's pretty normal."

"Mom," snorted Erica. "I know nothing that's been going on is normal. I just thought that Uncle Bob ... I mean I love him and he'll always talk to me, and I thought trying some things wouldn't be so scary if it was him."

"I know exactly what you mean," said Julie.

"Really?"

"Uh huh. What you saw wasn't planned. It just kind of happened. We didn't talk about it beforehand and while it was happening I was scared to death, but ... happy, too. That sounds like what you were talking about."

"Yeah," said Erica. "It was like that with us, too. Everything happened so fast, and I didn't know what to do, except I wanted to do some things and …"

"Why did you follow us?" asked Julie.

"I knew you were talking about me," said Erica. "I was afraid you were going to yell at him, or make rules, or tell him to stay away from us."

"Well, that's not what happened," said Julie.

"I know! And I saw you kiss him and when you went inside I just had to find out what was happening. I was trying to be quiet and sneaky, and I wasn't sure where you guys were. By the time I found you it was already happening. Mom, the sounds you made were so amazing. I just knew you loved it. And he was being gentle and it was just so beautiful. And then I tripped over my own feet and fell against the door and it slammed open and ... well ... you know the rest. I feel like I broke one of your favorite figurines or something."

"You didn't break anything," said Julie. "Bob and I need to talk about what happened, but I'm not going to make him stay away. I'm just worried that you'll get frustrated and angry and …"

"Jealous?" Erica finished for her.

"Yeah."

"I'm not jealous," said Erica. "Not even a little bit. I'm glad that you found some happiness. Ever since Daddy died it seems like you didn't care about life anymore."

"That's complicated," said Julie. "I missed him so much and it hurt so much I tried to keep busy with you and the boys so I didn't think about it all the time. And that worked, a little bit. At least I haven't cried myself to sleep for the last few years."

"I know Daddy would have wanted you to go on," said Erica. "With a normal ... um ... boyfriend?"

"I think you're right," said Julie. "Except I still felt like it would be cheating on him. And dating is such a pain."

"What? I can't wait to go on dates," said Erica.

"It's different for you," said Julie. "You're young and the boys you date will be young, too, and getting to know each other is exciting. When you're my age, though, and you have four kids, and a job, it's hard to find the time to spend getting to know a stranger. It's a lot of work, because you might have to go through ten or fifteen men before you find one you really like."

"You already knew Uncle Bob," said Erica. "Is that why you ... um ... did that?"

"I'll be honest. I have no idea why we did that. I haven't had time to think about it. But he is Bob, and you know how loveable he is. So yes, I suppose already knowing him so well and feeling about him like I do ... I guess that did have a lot to do with it."

"I know that's why I let him do all those things to me," said Erica. "I knew he'd never hurt me and I loved being so close to him."

"So, what are we going to do?" asked Julie.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I know how you feel about him, and I know once you've felt those kinds of things with a man you really like, you want to keep doing them. I know that because I feel exactly the same way."

"You're going to keep ... um ... doing it with him?"

"What you saw was lovemaking," said Julie. "We didn't do it. We didn't just have sex. We made love and you're right, it was beautiful. So yes, I'm going to want to do it again. What we need to figure out is what you're going to do."

"I can't do anything," said Erica. "You already said that."

"Maybe we need to talk about that some more," said Julie. "I was upset and didn't know what to do. When adults are in that situation they tend to try to make rules to regulate whatever it is that's bothering them."

"Mom," sighed Erica. "What's there to talk about. I know you're not going to let me go see him and do things with him."

"Let me ask you this. If I let you start dating, will you want to do the same things with the boys who take you out?"

"No," said Erica. She frowned. "I don't know, actually. When I think about it I want to say no. But you're right. I do want to keep doing it. I don't want to do that with boys, but what if I get too horny?"

"Okay," said Julie. "Here's how I'm thinking about it. You already have agreements set up with Bob. And if there were some guidelines we all agreed on, to help control things, you wouldn't have to stop cold turkey."

"You mean rules? You said rules get made when people are upset and don't know what to do."

"First, I'm not upset anymore. I understand why you did what you did. I understand why he did what he did, too. The problem is that behavior like that leads to what you saw us doing tonight. You even said you wished you were me." Julie blinked. "Er ... not me ... just that you were doing what we were doing."

"With him," said Erica. "Only with him."

"Yes. But don't you agree that doing that might be a mistake? I mean you're fourteen, and that kind of thing leads to babies. You have three brothers to prove it. Having a baby at fourteen would change your life forever. It would remove a lot of options you would otherwise have. In just three or four years it would be very different, but doing that now would be a mistake. That's why I'm so worried about you."

"But I don't really want to have sex," moaned Erica. "Yeah, there for a second I did, but I know I'm not ready for that."

"Honey, what happened tonight was the result of Bob and me wanting to just for a second. The difference is that we're adults, and if complications result, we can take responsibility for it. It wouldn't ruin my life if I had another baby."

"Did he get you pregnant tonight?" gasped Erica.

"No. I don't think so. It's not the right time of month for what we did to be really dangerous."

"Oh, good," said Erica. "I don't think I'm ready to have a baby in the house. Aren't you on birth control pills or something?"

"No, Baby. I don't have sex with men. Why would I need birth control pills?"

"You just did have sex with a man," Erica pointed out. "I mean made love," she amended.

"That's a good example of how fast all this can happen. When I walked him home I wasn't thinking about needing birth control. And just a few little kisses and how we were feeling kind of took over our lives for a little bit. That's why I want you to understand that while you think you and Bob were just having fun, things can happen that you didn't plan for and might get you in trouble."

"I get that," said Erica. "And if it was anybody but Uncle Bob I'd say you were right. But he listens to me and he lets me decide what will and won't happen."

"Sweetheart, I know you don't believe me, but if you and Bob keep engaging in foreplay, one of these days you won't have to wish you were me. You'll be me. He'll be on top of you and you won't be able to move or push him off and presto, you won't be a virgin anymore."

"Is that why you were scared? Did you feel like you couldn't make him stop?"

"No. I knew that if I asked him to stop, he would have. But I didn't want him to stop. And when you decide to give a man your virginity, you won't want him to stop either. But if you engage in that kind of foreplay on dates, you might find yourself with a boy who wants more than you do and he won't be like Bob."

"Mom, it sounds like you're saying I can still do things with him," whispered Erica.

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