Author's Notes: This story is erotic story written by MarcNagol. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this story, wherever it is posted. If found posted anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. (c) MarcNagol 2016. All participants are 18 or over.
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Nobody ever did, or ever will, escape the consequences of his choices. - Alfred A. Montapert
It had been a number of years since I'd last seen my niece Erika. My last memory of her was as a delightful, happy pre-teen skipping about at a family reunion, a halo of white-gold hair billowing about her head like a madonna in a Sassoferrato painting. I left soon after on an overseas contract and had not seen my family very often for some years. I kept in touch with my sister through email and Skype, but had not visited face to face since then. A year ago my contracts ran out and rather than renew them, I returned home. At first I had loved the different cultures I was exposed to, the vast variety of food and taste, the diverseness of it all. Eventually I tired of the strange and the odd and hungered for the comfort of home and my own kin.
Arriving home I reconnected with my immediate family except for my sister who was living on the other coast. I re-established ties with old friends and settled down in a comfortable existence. My job was near the same, I still accepted projects overseas, but by now I had developed a cadre of associates who took care of things on the ground, but left me to guide things from home using my experience to advise them how to navigate the shoals of foreign bureaucracies.
I became aware than my sister was struggling. Her marriage was beginning to fall apart and her relationship with her daughter had become acrimonious. She had apparently been a handful all through her teen years, skipping classes, wearing outrageous outfits, coming home at all hours of the night and inviting boys into her room. Her parents tried cracking down on her but she simply broke curfew, then refused to stay grounded when they punished her. I joked with Sue that she needed a good spanking, but Sue and Rob didn't believe in corporal punishment and meted out their punishments by time-outs, groundings and taking her phone away. None of this was working.
I was in the designing a project in China when the landline rang. I ignored it. If I didn't answer the main line, it went to an answering service that redirected the calls to the head office. I was busy, wrapped up in the design. I had flow and wasn't about to disturb the flow while I had a good hold of it. The landline rang again. Again it was ignored. My mobile phone began to vibrate around on my desk. I had flipped on the mute switch so I wouldn't be disturbed. I ignored the buzzing device rotating on my desk. It would go to voice mail. Leave a message. If it was important, I would call them back. It buzzed again and again, rotating in little circles closer and closer to the edge. Finally my OCD kicked in and I had to go retrieve the phone before it hit the floor. It had a protective Otter cover so it wouldn't break, but the phone was bugging me enough I couldn't concentrate. I would just shut the damn thing off.
I reached the desk just as the phone tipped over the edge, dropping in neatly into my outstretched palm. I reached up with my index finger to turn the phone off and saw that all the calls were from my sister Sue. Thinking it might be a family emergency, I called her back.
"Hey, why didn't you pick up?" she interrogated in a aggravated voice.
"Sorry Sis. In the middle of that big project in China I was telling you about. I turned down the ringer on the phone and put my cell on vibrate. I probably should have turned it off. If it hadn't been you calling, I would have shut it off and gone back to work."
"What's up?" I asked.
"I can't deal with her anymore. I just can't. I don't know what to do! She won't do anything we ask her to do, she refused to live by any of our rules. We ground her and she ignores us. She does whatever the hell she wants!" Sue ranted.
"Erika?" I was fairly sure who Sue was complaining about.
"Yes," Sue groaned, "Rob and I are coming apart at the seams. We've started going to counselling, but ninety percent of our fights are over Erika. She constantly plays us off each other and then walks off scot free while we fight."
"Kick her ass out," I suggested.
"I tried. That's part of what Rob and I are fighting about. I know she turned eighteen, but honestly, I don't think she's ready to be on her own. She's doesn't take responsibility for anything she does and I'm afraid she'll end up on the street, or overdosing on drugs or something if throw her out."
I sat down in my desk chair, leaned back and sighed. I massaged my forehead with one hand while the other held my phone to my ear.
"Sissy, what do you want me to do?"
There was an even longer sigh on the other end of the line.
"I don't know, Marc. I just needed someone to talk to I guess. I just don't know what to do anymore. My life is totally out of control. I don't know where to turn."
I don't know much about women. Having sisters, the one thing I have figured out is that they really hate you trying to fix their problems. If one of my buddies calls and tells me about something that is happening, it means he has exhausted all resources and is looking for advice or help. Then I tell him what I think or that I'm coming over with tools and he either tries out my idea or calls someone else for a better one. When a women tells you her problem, she just wants you to listen. Don't solve the problem, don't tell her what to do even if it's obvious. Just listen.
I know. It's freaking hard. Sometimes the answer is so simple but if you tell them, most of the time they get mad. So shut up and just hear them out.
So I just listened. She ranted for nearly a half-hour detailing all the stunts that Erika had pulled in the last couple of years. It was quite a list. Somehow she had stayed off the police radar, but had hit for the cycle with everything else she could get away with.
"Have you ever got her into counselling?" I asked.
"Yes, but she refused to go. One time Rob took her and forced her to see the counsellor and she just sat there on the couch like a lump on a log and refused to talk or to even make eye contact. She's impossible!"
"Wow, tough one. I dunno what to say, Sis." I closed my eyes still leaning back in my chair.
Silence ensued. I just waited, still trying to stick to my listening to my sister thing. I wanted to tell her she either needed to kick her out of turn Erika over Sue's knee and give her a good spanking. But Rob would freak and I'd be doing the man thing, telling her how to fix things again. Yes, again. I haven't always been this smart.
"Marc?"
