A new troublemaker

Michael blinked as a white flash blinded him. Hell, it even seemed to have temporary deafened him somehow, as everything suddenly went silent before sound slowly began coming back.

"Hey, hello? Eyes down here" a voice said in front of him as he was blinking his eyes, colors slowly beginning to fade back into view from a white mist in his head. He was looking down at the tarmac, doing his best to keep his balance. "Mikey..." the voice said in a mischievous tone, causing him to glance up.

He was sort of expecting to see Eric sit there, but the voice sounded higher pitched and less angry. Momentarily he assumed he was just seeing things as the blurred image implied Eric was in front of him. He thought he saw colors and shapes representing blue Jeans and a orange t-shirt that Eric had been wearing, but he blinked as his eyes finally managed to focus, and he froze again.

(Gianna Michaels)

"Back in action, Mikey?" The female said with a hint of worry in her voice, but she quickly put a pout on her face and stuck her tongue out at him. "As I said, I will not put my top back on before you say you will buy this car, Mikey! I'm done walking around here listening to you being a car nerd."

"Who are you?" you ask as your eyes start zipping back and forth on the woman in front of you, finding it hard to decide where to look. You decide to quickly glance around the lot to see if Eric was standing anywhere nearby instead of being caught staring at a girl with her tits out.

"I'm Erica, Mikey, your niece. Did you have an seizure or something from that flash? Do you have that epi-lepi disease? " she said as she seemed to catch on something was going on and she began pulling up and re-tie the strap top over her ample chest.

As she got back up it became clear she was well built, and definitely older than Eric. He'd guess she'd be in her early twenties, but she was large. Not fat, she had plenty of curves, maybe a little pudge on the belly, but that was a small prize to pay for massive natural tits and overall very mature womanly curves.

"Whatcha looking at Mikey?" she asked as she held her hands above her head and twisted her torso from, causing her tits to jiggle lazily from side to side.

"Erica? I'm confused." you say, confirming your confusion. Vague memories of Erica seemed to slide into your mind, somewhat overwriting memories of Eric.

"Dude, that's obvious," she said with a scoff, but she seemed a bit worried for him. "You're acting weird, do we need to get you to a doctor? Mom says guys start dying of heart attack in their late thirties," she said as she moved up close to look him in the eyes, grabbing his wrist and pressing a thumb into it to feel his pulse.

"I'm not thirty yet," you say in response, but you're distracted again by her behavior as she pulls your arm to her chest, the warmth of her tits on your skin for a few long seconds as she looks down and audibly counts seconds from her phone.

"Hmph. Better hope its not a heart attack then, you'd have to live with heart problems for another forty, fifty years," She said as she looked back up. She was just as tall as you and she was half a foot away from your face. And you've been on successful third dates that were filled with less sexual tension than this. "Come on, lets just buy this car and get you back home," she said as took your hand and dragged you out into the sun. "How were you going to get the car back to your place? I don't have a driver's license," she said over her shoulder.

"Oh, um... I would have your mom or dad drop me off after work on monday. And they got a workshop here to give the car a quick polish before selling it," You say, surprised at how quickly you've accepted Erica as your new niece. No, not new, long time niece. Memories of Eric were still around, but they were like a distant relative who died a decade or two ago. Rusty.

"So... this trip was just a kick the tires visit?" Erica said with a heavy hint of exasperation in her voice, letting go of your hand and turning back towards you with a heavy jiggle in her tits.

"Well, we're going to buy this car," you say as you point at the car you've been testing out. looking at your pointing hand, you remember the gun and pat your pockets. Did you drop the gun when the bright light blinded you? Did the gun do this? "so... it wasn't a complete waste," you say as you scan the vicinity.

"At least we got the weekend together then!" Erica said as she bounced on her heels. "Lets go buy tacos for the friday night game!"