Chapter 10

By the next morning, Bob was a wreck. He crawled out of bed in self defense, and checked on Deliah. She was awake, and alert.

"My daughters need lessons in being more quiet," she said, enigmatically.

Bob blushed.

"I knew you'd be good to them," she said. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to masturbate when your arm is in a cast?"

"You want something to eat?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Yes, but I suspect they wore it out last night," she said, grinning. "I suppose breakfast will have to do. I'm going to need a sponge bath later, though."

"I'll talk to the girls," he said, backing up.

"You'll do no such thing," she said firmly. "You ravaged them, if the noise they made all night long was any indication. You let them sleep. I want to be taken care of by you, today."

"We'll see," he said, backing up some more.

"Thank you," she said suddenly. "You don't know what this means to me ... to us."

"I'm beginning to get some idea of that," said Bob, smiling gently. "It may take a few days to sink in."

"We can talk about ... sinking in ... when I'm more healed up," she grinned. "For now, a nice, long sponge bath will have to do."

Two hours later, Deliah got her sponge bath. When her nipples popped out while he washed them, Bob leaned over to suck at them gently. Her ribs still hurt, though, and when she started breathing more deeply, she groaned and let him stop. She was horny the rest of the day, and that night, after she took some pain medication, he licked her pussy to what was supposed to be a gentle orgasm, just to take the edge off. Deliah, though, had been without sex for years, and there was nothing gentle about it. She admitted, afterwards, that she'd be patient for a couple more weeks.

Her daughters were not. Once initiated into the world of complete sex, and with Bob at their beck and call, they spent the next two weeks cajoling Bob onto his back, in Daphne's case, and between her spread thighs, in Gabriella's.

Daphne loved being on top, once she found out what that was like. She used her body weight, sitting up straight to rise and fall as fast as her thighs would propel her, or thrust her hips forward and back rapidly, leaving him deep inside her as she did so. Bob loved to see her breasts bounce and wobble as she bit her lip and came around his stiff prick. She learned how to use her internal muscles to milk him, and after she'd cum, she'd sit, outwardly immobile, except for the writhing of her belly muscles, until she felt him swell inside her. Then she'd sit as hard as she could, to take his spray as deeply up inside her as she could get him.

For Gabby, it was different. She loved being crushed, lying helplessly beneath him as he thrust and ground and pounded her. Each time she felt him cum, she wrapped her long, slim legs around him, pulling him hard against her.

Both girls slept with him at night, and it took a full week before he wasn't wakened by one, or both of them, multiple times a night.

Bob wasn't their parent, or legal guardian, and Deliah couldn't get up and go with them to the doctor. When Bob insisted on using a condom, a week into their new relationship, he managed to do that twice - once with each of the girls. Neither of them was interested in being fucked by a sheathed prick, and both of them complained so much that he gave in. After two weeks, with another week to go before they left on tour again, Bob simply cut them off. He didn't intend to, but it worked out that way.

"You have a week to get ready for the concert schedule," he said. "I don't want you going out on tour completely satisfied." He put a serious look on his face. "Besides that, you're getting more fertile by the day. If you won't let me protect you, then you'll have to go without."

The girls simply said they'd wait until they could have him au naturale.

Deliah, of course, knew what was happening. She didn't ignore her girls sexual needs any more. Now, they talked to her about everything they did with Bob. She coached them, both to help them please themselves, and to help them please Bob. She also talked with Nancy during that last week.

"My girls are growing up, and there will be men hovering all around them," she moaned. "I need to get them on the pill, but I can't take them to the doctor."

"You think they're sexually active?" asked the nurse. Everyone behaved themselves when Nancy was around. They practiced behaving themselves, for the very reason that they knew their secret love must remain a secret.

"They will be soon," said Deliah, telling herself that was, technically, true. As soon as they went on tour, they'd start playing with Bob, before and after they played for the audiences.

"I'll talk to Doctor Kimble and explain things," said Nancy.

In fact, the next time Doctor Kimble came to the house to check on Deliah's progress, he called the girls into her room and did an exam on them both. Then he wrote the prescriptions. He warned them that they'd need to be on the medication for a month before it provided the best protection, and reminded them it didn't protect them from disease. Both girls had no trouble blushing. He was the first man besides Bob to ever touch them intimately.

"We're not planning on doing anything," lied Gabby, her face completely straight.

"I've heard that before," said the Doctor, smiling gently. He thought about what he'd seen between their legs. They were already sexually active, and it was quite obvious to a man of his training. Because of that, he went on. "Quite often while I'm in the delivery room, I hear that."

"Listen to him, girls!" said their mother stridently, playing her role as a concerned parent.

Deliah planned tours so that the girls would only be away from home for two weeks at a time, with at least three weeks rest time between engagements. That kept them fresh, and gave them time to learn and perfect new pieces.

It also gave Bob time to recover.

Before a concert, he lavished oral attention on the girls nipples, necks and pussies. He brought them close, but not quite to orgasm. Then they went out on stage and, horny as a three antlered moose, they used all that sexual energy to drive their audiences almost crazy. Gone were the days of diddling themselves in the dressing room afterwards, though. Now they had to deal with the media, and fans, many of them young girls, who were drawn to classical music merely by the fact that these two girls, whose pictures began to pop up in magazines as "The Hot New Music Legends", exposed them to a new kind of music. Sometimes, these young girls brought their boyfriends with them, and Daphne and Gabriella got a taste of being flirted with. They flirted back, always with an eye toward their uncle, who was sure to be extra attentive to them in the hotel room afterwards.

They took their pills diligently, and then did their best to overpower those pills by trying to milk Bob's scrotum bone-dry.

Bob fought back. He stretched his lovemaking out as long as he could, bringing the girls to three and four orgasms, before finally giving them what they wanted almost more than those orgasms. He enforced the previous rule about no sex except on performance days, and taught the girls how to sleep with him without demanding that he stroke their pussies with his hard cock. He found that, when he did that, their anticipation of performance days had them almost horny enough to do a concert without being touched.

One enterprising reporter learned that the three of them stayed in the same hotel room, and asked about it after a concert.

"We feel safer with Uncle Bob there," said Gabby, smiling. "We like boys a lot, and sometimes playing gets us kind of wound up, so it's better if he's there to keep an eye on us."

That made major headlines in the tabloids.

"Child Prodigies Interested in SEX!" screamed one headline.

"Uncle Guards Honor of Beautiful Performers!" shouted another.

All the press coverage simply encouraged some people to attend the kind of concert they might not have thought about going to before. They found that the music left them breathless and, sometimes, they got a dose of something wild and rollicking during a bluegrass encore.

Their bluegrass encores were becoming almost as famous as the girls themselves. The performers were adept at sensing what kind of encore the audience was most likely to enjoy, and it wasn't always back home music. Sometimes, they got a request from the venue, or the audience itself, and they began practicing various fiddle pieces to use in situations where they were requested. They were trashed in one Nashville music publication for playing bluegrass, whereupon a group of five of the most famous bluegrass personalities held a press conference giving the girls their seal of approval, and inviting the girls to come play with them any time they wanted to.

Upon their return from the second tour overseen by Bob, Deliah was up and walking around, albeit with crutches. She looked more robust, and was sleeping in her own bed again. Home health care still stopped in to assist with laundry and check on her, but their visits were now only an hour or two, and ceased altogether when her daughters got back from their second European tour.

Once all the news was caught up on, Bob said he was going home.

"Oh," said Deliah, softly. "I was hoping you'd stay here tonight."

"They almost wore me out, big sister," he grinned. "Your plan worked better than you might have hoped."

"Almost wore you out," Deliah repeated. "How do you feel about it ... now that you've ... tried it?"

Bob looked at the woman, standing on crutches in front of him. The girls had gone to shower and change clothes after their long trip home.

"How do you think I feel?" he asked. "They're gorgeous, and young, and full of energy, and they both love sleeping with me. I'm only a man, Dee."

"I expected them to look ... different, somehow," said Deliah. "I mean I know what they've been doing with you, but they just look like my daughters."

"They're the same girls they were when they left," said Bob, shrugging.

"Do you really have to go home tonight?" asked his sister. "I missed you almost as much as I missed them." She stood up on her good leg, swinging the one still in a light cast back and forth. "I'm much better now, Bob."

"I need a shower," said Bob.

"We have one," said Deliah.

"Right now it's full of two naked girls," he smiled.

"Tell them to leave you alone. It's my turn," she said.

"I guess I could leave the mail until tomorrow morning," he sighed, trying to make it sound like he was heavily burdened.

She looked a little hurt, and he used his hands, palms up, raising and lowering them, as if they were weight scales.

"Lets see," he said, looking at her. "Go home and check mail?" He lowered one hand and raised the other. "Or, stay here and make love with a beautiful woman, whom I adore." His hands reversed, and the hand that had been high sank until he had to bend his knees.

"Thank you," she said, already beginning to flush.

When Bob slipped into the bathroom, both girls were standing in front of the mirror, naked, drying their hair. Daphne turned to look at him.

"I thought you were complaining that we never left you alone." she said, smiling.

"I'm here to get clean for your mother," he said. "She says it's her turn, and for you two to keep your hands off of me."

"Is that so?" responded Gabby. "And who does she think she is?"

"She thinks she's the third woman in my little harem," said Bob, dropping his clothes.

He stepped into the shower and relaxed under the warm water. When he got out, they were still there, waiting for him.

"You're not hard," commented Daphne.

"Give an old man a break," he said. "I'll get there."

"She needs you hard, not all floppy and useless like that," sniffed Daphne. "We'll get you ready."

"I don't think that's a good idea," said Bob, grinning. "You want me to last long enough to satisfy her ... don't you?"

Gabby swayed over to him and held his penis in her hand, looking straight into his eyes.

"You are a little quick on the trigger sometimes, cowboy ... I'll admit that ... but we always play so much better when you get us ready. I think it's only fair that we get you ready. Then, maybe, you will do much better too."

"I'm not sure it actually works that way," said Bob. "At least not for me."

"We'll see," said Gabby. "You're going to stay the night, aren't you?"

Bob sighed. "I suppose so, but you two have to leave us alone."

"When have we ever asked you for anything?" asked Gabby in a little girl voice. She grinned.

They stayed naked, and pulled him, also naked, to their mother's room, presenting him to an already naked and very embarrassed Deliah.

"We got him ready for you, Mommy," said Daffy. "Just like he gets us ready to play music."