Erica, Ranch Wife. pt 3. 16 years old

Erica at 16. (Back to the airport)

Erica had gotten taller. Probably 5’7″ now and about 135 pounds. She had grown into a full “B” cup, almost a “C”. Her butt was no longer cute and pudgy, but had matured into a sleek, smooth beautiful ass worthy of any model. She no longer looked like a teenager passing for an older woman, she looked like she was 22 or 23. She carried herself like an adult and was treated like one. In one of her letters, she described having to drive her fellow interns home after a night out.

Today as she walked into the terminal she had a large suitcase, carrying a lot of clothes. Planning on a long stay. I notice her stetson is old and could be replaced. She still wears her first one. She looks so good in jeans and boots, it seems natural for her.

I meet her at the terminal gate.

“Hey, Uncle” she says through a huge smile, and kisses me on the lips like a wife would.

She hugs me and we embrace. “I’ve missed you” she says. “been thinking about you for the last several weeks, just can’t tell you how happy I am to be back, you know ? she squeaked, almost crying.

“I’m glad to see you too, honey” I say. “You look great”.

We drive towards home and she unloads both barrels. She tells me she hasn’t been very truthful with me and I almost panic. She says she can’t really express herself in her letters because it’s not the same. Her life has always been complicated and has gotten notably worse since her last visit. Her step-dad and mom are separated. step-dad got caught with some “irregular” billing from his firm and is being investigated by the government. I knew this, but didn’t realize that it had been so hard on Erica. Step-dad got himself a loft downtown and supposedly already has a new girlfriend. Erica quit as an intern at his firm, after she was offered a job, not an internship, at another. She worked there after school for the last 8 months. They offered her a job as an attorney once she has her JD.

“I moved out of the house into the residential dorms at school” she said. “It sucks, but it’s better than all the strife at home”, she added.

“I’m sorry to dump this on you all at once, but I can’t seem to spill my guts in a letter, it’s just not the same”. she said through the sniffles.

“I missed you so much” she cried. And the water works started. She had pretty much lost it. A full year of stress, beyond which anyone of her age should be asked to handle, that she was holding in and afraid to unload. Until now. I pulled the truck off the highway into a rest stop. I turned to Erica, still sobbing and held her to me. She wrapped her arms around me and held on for dear life. Erica cried hard for several more minutes and then calmed down. Regaining her composure, we restarted our trip home.

“I’m disappointed, Erica” I said.

“Why” she asked urgently. Her turn to panic.

“Well, first thing, I want to be kept up with you and what’s going on. I love You and NEED to know how you are” I said. “If you have problems, then I have problems, that’s how it works”.

“Second thing, Even if it’s over the phone, email or letter, you are a mess and you need to talk to ME or SOMEBODY about what’s bothering you.” “I don’t care who it is, you need to confide in someone.” I told her. “You bottle all this up for months and months and let it fester, then it blows up all at once”. “You don’t need to keep all that stress and tension inside you, life is hard enough without making it worse for yourself.” I added.

“I haven’t been with anybody else” Erica said, out of the blue.