Chapter 8: Erika

I was bored and decided to walk around the place. I went into the dining room and the tile floor was cold on my feet. There were several framed pictures sitting on the banister to the stairs leading down. One in particular caught my eye. I walked over and picked it up. It was my aunt, her husband, and his daughter. They were all posing nude on some beach. Her husband was handsome and well built. Erika was younger in this picture, but not by much. She was beautiful, and her smile seemed genuine. They all seemed very happy.

“Hi.” a female voice said.

I dropped the picture and the glass broke around my feet. I looked up to see Erika standing there, and of course, she was naked except for a spiked choker around her neck. Her face was very serious, but there was a sadness there. “Holy shit! You fucking scared the crap out of me.”

She giggled. “So, who are you?”

“Hi, I’m Danny.” I went to step forward to shake her hand.

“Wait! Don’t move.”

“Oh, right,” I said as I looked down.

“I’ll go get the broom.”

I stood there and waited. She was so much more beautiful now. She was just a couple of inches shorter than me and had short, dark hair with purple highlights in her bangs that was cut at an angle down to her chin, framing her long face. She had sparkling, dark purple lipstick on her thin lips, and light green eyeshadow. Her body was skinny and not athletic, but her curves were in the right places, even if her boobs were small.

She came back in with a broom and dustpan. I smiled at her, but her sadness remained. “I’m sorry that I broke your picture.”

She didn’t respond right away, kneeling to start cleaning up the glass. She picked up the picture, “Ugh, I hate this picture anyways.”

I tried not looking at her ass. Her hip bones stuck out, but it was a woman’s ass. Everytime she leaned forward, I got a ripe view of her pussy. I made myself look away and stared at a large picture hanging along the top of the stairs of a violent wave crashing onto a rocky beach. “You three look so happy in that one.”

“That’s what I hate about it.”

I looked down. Holy shit! My cock was rock hard. She hadn’t noticed yet, trying to be careful sweeping the glass around my feet. My feet flexed as I felt like I was losing my balance, but I managed to stay on my feet. I looked back up at the painting and tried hard to make my hard-on go away. Just once I want to meet a girl and not fuck her right away. Did I just say that?

“So, you’re my aunt’s son, right?”

“Yeah, we’re like cousins, I guess.”

“So, does your mo—uh, woah.” She had suddenly risen up and her head bumped into my erect penis. She backed away a step, but her eyes were wide and fixated on it.

I felt so embarrassed and tried to cover it. “I—I’m sorry. It has a mind of its own.” I couldn’t look at her, and my cock would not subside.

“You should watch where you point that thing.”

“I’m really sorry. You ... you told me not to move.”

“Calm down, I’m just fucking with you. And you don’t have to hide it. It’s not like I haven’t seen a cock before. Although, the only ones I’ve seen that big are in the pornos I’ve watched.”

I looked at her with incredulous eyes, “You watch porn?”

“Dude, I live in a house where porn is made! Do I watch porn? You don’t seem as smart as my mother told me, but you do take commands pretty well.”

“I, uh, ahem, I mean ... I guess it depends on who’s giving them.” At that point I relaxed a little, and thankfully so did my cock.

She set the broom and dustpan down and stepped a bit closer, looking me up and down, “In fact, you still haven’t moved from where I told you not to. Do you like being told what to do?”

I felt nervous. The way she asked that question—there was a tone in it. Then I thought about it, and realized that I do. “Umm, yeah, I guess so.”

“Hmmm.” She put a hand on my shoulder and walked her fingers along it while she began to circle me. “You guess so, or you know so?”

It was then I noticed the same color purple on her long, well-manicured nails. Her touch gave me goosebumps and I shuddered a little, and before I knew it, my cock was hard again. “I do like it.”

She stopped on my other side and looked down at my raging boner. “Did you get hard just for little ol’ me?”

I gave her a nervous laugh and looked up at her, “He never fails to get hard around beautiful women.”

“Hmm, I bet not. Especially at your age.” She went to move in front of me, but stepped on a piece of glass. “Oww!” she exclaimed, sucking in through her teeth. Her hand on my shoulder grabbed hard and I instinctively grabbed her with one of my hands landing on her breast. “Ah, fuck.”

“Is there first aid somewhere?”

“I have my balance and you can take your hand off of my tit.”

“Shit, sorry,” I said as I lowered my hand.

“Down the hall, on the left.”

“Right.” My boner had subsided finally. “Here, let me carry you.”

She looked at me in surprise, but allowed me to pick her up under her knees. She easily weighed north of 100 lbs, but I was already strong enough. She gasped when I swung her into place. I did my best to ignore the fact that my cock was touching the small of her back as I slowly carried her down the hall. I sat her on the toilet. “I guess my mom was right when she said you were a gentleman.” I blushed a bit at that. She crossed her leg with her hurt foot to assess it. It was a small piece of glass, but it looked deep. “There’s tweezers in the medicine cabinet along with bandages and such.” She groaned in discomfort.

Unlike ours, their cabinet was neatly organized with hardly any prescriptions. I quickly found the tweezers, some hydrogen peroxide, and bandages. I grabbed them all and knelt in front of her. “You’re not squeamish are you?”

She grabbed her foot to steady it for me, “No, just do it quickly.”

It was hard to ignore the open view of her pussy. She had a trimmed, upside-down triangle patch just above it. I focused back on her injury, but not without a twinge in my groin. I looked at the small piece and it was a simple shard with the smaller end doing the damage. I carefully grabbed the end of it with the tweezers so as not to move it and then yanked out fast.

“Ahhh, did you get it?”

“Yea, see.” I showed it to her before throwing it away. “Okay, now this is going to hurt.”

“I know.”

There was a tone in her response, and if I had to guess, it was a sexy one. I poured a bit of the peroxide into its lid and then onto her wound. She groaned, but it didn’t sound like she was in discomfort this time. I looked at her pussy. She just got turned on by that. Her pussy was now wet along the slit. I grabbed a bit of toilet paper to dab at her wound before I applied the bandage, and it wasn’t until I stood up, that I realized my cock was half hard. I gawked at her for a moment, and luckily she didn’t notice as she was inspecting how well the bandage was sticking.

“Well, that was a buzzkill. So, do you like to play video games?”

“Yeah, I’ve got the latest gamestation with a few games.”

“What’s your favorite?”

“Probably, Band of Soldiers.”

“No way, I am so gonna kick your ass! Come on.”

When we got to her room, the purple theme continued. Her room was dark despite the fact that the overhead and desk lights were on. She had a dual-monitor pc setup that had a large tower, and the peripherals glowed with purple LED lights. The other thing I noticed as a theme were vampire movie posters and figurines. Next to her computer desk were two beanbag chairs in front of a GS4 hooked up to a large flat screen. Next to it, a rack full of games mounted on the wall. I was impressed.

She had already sat in one of the beanbags and had the system running. “Come on, sit down.” Her tone seemed more friendly.

I took my seat and grabbed a controller as she scrolled through her plethora of pre-installed games. I felt intimidated as I didn’t play that often. “You certainly have a lot of games.”

“I’ve got to do something when my parents are making pornos.”

It felt strange to hear a girl speak about porn so nonchalantly, especially with the fact that it was filmed here. “So ... you don’t... “ I struggled to ask the question.

“Make porn with my parents? Fuck no. I ain’t into that incest shit. I mean, if that’s your schtick, then whatever, but it does nothing for me.”

I got nervous there for a second. I didn’t know how much she knew about my sexual life, and I’m pretty sure she had no idea what had just happened downstairs. I swallowed hard at that thought. I kind of didn’t want her to know about it, nor what my mother and I do. We picked our loadouts and she loaded up the oil rig map. I felt nervous like the first time I tried playing online. My brain was failing to remember what buttons did what. Moving around was easy enough. I turned a corner and I saw her about to turn around a corner ahead of me. My fingers did not do what I expected them to, and so a grenade fell at my feet and my player went prone. I couldn’t figure out how to stand back up, and as I slowly crawled away as the grenade blew me up.

“Did you just kill yourself?” she asked with a giggle.

“Ahem, it’s been a while. I guess I’m rusty.”

“Right. Guess I’ll take it easy on you for the first few rounds.” She looked at me with a playful look and I gave her a nervous smile.

We played quite a few more rounds. I was able to win a few rounds after I got into the swing of things, but she was pretty exceptional at the game. Before we knew it, almost two hours had gone by, and I was getting a bit tired of getting my ass kicked so much. The fun she was having doing it seemed to dwindle as well.

“Are you hungry?”

“I’m starving.”

“I’ll go grab us some snacks. Be right back.” Her slight smile seemed genuine.

I was glad that my cock was behaving. Despite losing so much at the game, I was having fun hanging out with someone just as friends. It was weird having to be naked, though. Not that she seemed to care. She was back soon with some chips and dip and a couple of sodas.

“I’m pretty sure my mom will come back with some takeout, but this should tie us over.”

“Yeah, thanks.” I caught myself staring at her ass as she sat down, but she didn’t notice. “So, what happened to your real mother?”

“I don’t really know. They divorced when I was young and I don’t think my dad’s ever told me the real story, either. I haven’t seen her since they divorced.”

“That sucks.”

“Meh, I’m over it. She obviously had better shit to do than be with my perverted dad.”

I felt like she wanted me to laugh at that, but I couldn’t. I sympathized with her, not really knowing my real dad. “So, she just left, huh?”

“Yup. I don’t blame her, though. I managed to get my hands on my birth certificate, and her date of birth would’ve made her almost sixteen when she had me.”

“Still, that’s sad,” I said as I ate a large chip.

“Sad is my life.”

“How are you so sad with all this stuff?”

She rolled her eyes at me. “I don’t think we’re going to be spending enough time together for me to cover it all.”

I pursed my lips and looked away. I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Luckily, I heard their car pull up, and soon doors were closing with giggles. “Sounds like they’re back.”

“Mmm-hmm,” she said while taking a sip of her soda. I went to get up, but she quickly hopped onto my lap with her hands on my shoulders. Her pussy was barely an inch away from my flaccid cock. I looked at her with severe confusion. “Are you anxious to see your wife-to-be?”

I could feel my cock begin to harden, but I was trying to process her question. I didn’t understand why she was asking that. I knew she had to know I could just stand up and her weight would not stop me. On top of my sudden surprise, I was intimidated by her, and I didn’t understand what prompted this behavior.

“Well, are you?” Her eyes were very serious.

“I guess so, yeah.”

“Oh, come on,” she said rolling her eyes and pushing on me, “We played this game earlier.”

“I—I mean, yes. I can’t wait to see her.”

She studied me for a moment with a devilish grin on her face. “That’s a good answer.” She got off of me before saying, “Now go prove it to her.”

I hesitated just for a second, looking at her in a new light. I truly didn’t expect her to say that. As I got up and walked away, she smacked me on the ass with a giggle. “I had fun kicking your ass.”

I hopped in my step, “I’m sure you did.” I laughed on the way out. As I turned the corner to go into the living room, I could see Lakshmi searching for me. I picked up my pace, and when she saw me, she rushed past my mother. It was almost like those romantic scenes in the movies, and we both had big smiles as we embraced. I squeezed her tightly, “I missed you.”