Chapter 3

In the night time, Bob got hot. His dreams were of two girls, splayed out in front of him. Their hands weren't covering their pussies, this time ... they were holding their pussy lips open, welcome in their eyes, their breasts heaving. He did some tossing and turning in his sleep, which was fitful. His normal morning boner found escape through the fly of his boxers. It was pure, dumb luck that had him flat on his back, when the girls awoke, and got out of bed.

It was their gasps of surprise that awoke him. He opened his eyes to find two scantily clad girls, standing by his bed, leaning forward slightly, their mouths open and their eyes wide, as they stared at his jutting member, proudly displaying itself against a background of white cloth, covered with little red hearts. The boxers he had on were a gift from his sister. She had asked a nurse to order them for her, and presented them to him as part of her thanks for taking the girls on tour.

"He's awake!" shrieked Daphne.

She scared Bob so badly that his whole body jerked. His stiff prick waved drunkenly above the hearts.

Both girls fled to the bathroom, making little high pitched noises in their throats, like they'd seen a ghost, and were running from it.

Bob lifted his head and stared at his leaning prick.

"Well, here's another fine mess you've gotten me into, Stan," he said to his manhood. He let his head flop back down, and pulled his boxers up to cover his erection, laying it forward on his abdomen.

"Did you SEE it?!" Daphne panted, once they were in the bathroom.

"Of COURSE I saw it!" squealed Gabriella. "I was standing right there beside you!"

"It was HUGE!" sighed Daphne.

"How do we know?" asked Gabby. "It's the only one we've ever really seen. You can't trust pictures, you know."

"It LOokED huge!" moaned Daphne. "Can you IMAGINE? Something like THAT going up in you?" she squeaked.

"Wow," said Gabby softly. "I didn't think about it like that." She looked stunned. "Wow! My fingers barely fit!"

"I KNOW!" moaned Daffy. "It would split a woman APART!"

"It doesn't split the women in the pictures apart," said Gabby, looking thoughtful.

"They're not that big!" objected her sister.

"It did look awfully big," admitted Gabby.

"I wonder if he ever did it?" sighed Daphne. "You know ... for real ... with a woman."

"Of course," said the older sister firmly. "All adults have done it."

"No they haven't," argued the younger one. "Nuns and priests and people like that have never done it."

"Okay, said Gabby, showing some frustration. "All NORMAL adults have done it."

"It looked smooth, kind of. I wonder what it feels like." Daphne's voice was soft, and her eyes were glazed.

"Well, you'll never find out," snorted her older sister.

"Why not?" asked Daphne, her eyes clearing. "We thought we'd never see it either."

"He didn't SHOW it to us," said Gabby.

"How do you know?" asked Daphne. "Maybe he had it out there on purpose ... you know ... just so we COULD see it. And it was HARD!" she went on excitedly. "That means he's horny ... right?" She sounded a little doubtful.

"Uncle Bob wouldn't get horny over us," snorted Gabriella, feeling older and wiser.

"Why not?" asked Daphne. "We get horny over HIM!"

"We're not supposed to," said Gabby, feeling guilty.

"That doesn't mean anything!" yipped her sister. "What happens happens, whether it's supposed to happen or not. I think he's a hunk. You do too. Don't lie about it. I saw you last night, and it wasn't the performance that got you that way!"

"Okay, Okay, so I go a little excited about him," said Gabby, speaking low so her voice wouldn't carry through the door. "That doesn't mean you can go grabbing it, just to see what it feels like."

Daphne's eyes went out of focus again. Her hand drifted to the front of her panties. "He was pretty cool about what happened last night. We both thought he'd be really mad, but he wasn't. And when we said we wanted to do it again ... he LET us!" Her eyes focused again. "Maybe he'd be cool if we just asked him about it."

"You're crazy," moaned Gabriella.

"Maybe ... maybe not," said Daphne, resolution in her voice. "All he can do is refuse to talk about it. He SAID he'll always love us, no matter what."

"Well, if you're stupid enough to ask him, don't do it while I'm there. I've been embarrassed enough on this tour to last me a lifetime!" Gabby's voice was just as resolute.

"Okay ... chicken." Daffy grinned. She was the adventurous one, and whenever they got into trouble, it was usually Daffy that got them there.

"You can call me anything you want," said Gabby, folding her arms under her small breasts. "When he's paddling you, and you're screaming, don't ask ME for help!" She put on a superior look. "And when he tells Mother what you did, don't expect me to come visit you while you're grounded for the rest of your life either!" She put her nose in the air.

"Chicken," teased Daffy, unfazed. "B-cuck, cuck, cuck." She started strutting around, making clucking noises, her hands under her arms, waving her elbows like wings.

Gabriella went for her, hands out like claws, to tickle. Daphne screeched and darted for the door. She almost made it out when Gabby's hand latched onto the lacy top. There was a ripping snap, and Daphne stumbled into the room topless. Bob had just put on his slacks, trying to get dressed while the girls were occupied in the bathroom. He stared at Daphne's lush breasts, with their dark, puffy nipples, as her eyes went wide and her arms came to cover them.

"GABBY!" she screeched.

Gabriella thought it was funny. Daphne was so impulsive, and went off half cocked so often, she thought this was deserving punishment. Besides, her little sister never listened to her wisdom.

"Go on, Daffy ... ask him!" she giggled, waving Daphne's top in the air like a flag.

"What's going on!" Bob said sternly, staring at the half naked girl cowering in front of him. "Ask me what?" he asked instinctively.

"Gabbeeeeeeeee" whined Daphne, turning her back to her uncle. She suddenly felt like a little girl, not desirable at all, and foolish. She had no way of knowing that Bob, seeing her smooth back, with only panties covering any of her skin, threatened to inflame him again as his eyes caressed her curves.

"Knock it OFF, you two!" yelled Bob, trying not to stare at his younger niece. She was gorgeous, with her hair falling all over her shoulders, shy and virginal in front of him. He realized his shirt was in his hand, and stepped forward instinctively to drape it across Daphne's back. Her hands came and wrapped it around her. She turned to glare at her sister.

Gabby was enjoying her sister's discomfiture. She had no way of knowing how regal she looked, standing there, her nipples popping the tips of her sleep wear out, her flat belly sloping down to where panties covered her slim hips. "Go on..." she taunted. "Ask him, Daphne!"

Daphne shot a look at Bob. Her eyes were brimming over. She was obviously terribly embarrassed by this, despite her saucy attitude the night before. His heart went out to her and he took her in his arms. He realized instantly that it was a mistake, as her arms slipped under his, and around his back. Her lush, naked breasts were suddenly two hot points against his chest. Her shoulders started shaking as she began sobbing. The shirt fell, to hang by Bob's hands, where they were pressed to her back.

Helplessly, Bob looked over at Gabriella, who had a stricken look on her face as she realized Daphne was crying. She took a step forward as Bob's body lost the battle, and the warm girl in his arms caused him to react naturally.

"I'm sorry, baby," crooned Gabby, stepping up to hug her sister, from behind. Her arms had nowhere to go, except to Bob's shoulders. "Don't cry Daffy," she moaned.

"Does somebody want to tell me what's going on here?" groaned Bob, feeling his prick begin to press against his younger niece.

"I was teasing her," moaned Gabriella, again the loving sister. "I'm sorry, baby," she moaned into her sister's dark hair.

Daphne stiffened, and pushed away from Bob angrily, turning to face her sister. Her face was suffused with blood. The shirt dropped to the floor behind her.

"I'm NOT A BABY!" she screeched. She stood there, her eyes shooting sparks almost, and her chest heaving.

Gabriella stared at her sister, and her eyes dropped, significantly to Daphne's breasts.

Daphne was still mad though, and her anger overrode her embarrassment about being topless with her uncle only two feet away. In fact, her anger caused her to do something she'd never have thought to do in a million years. Her hands came up to cup her bulging breasts.

"SEE?" she growled. "THESE make me a woman ... not a BABY! AND..." she went on, snarling, "I've got a LOT more than YOU do. YOU'RE the baby here!"

Almost as soon as it was out of her mouth, Daphne wanted to take it back. She saw the hurt in her older sister's eyes ... saw them filling up, like Daphne's had during her embarrassment. Bob felt the explosion coming, and shouted.

"STOP!"

It was so loud that both girls flinched away from him. He stood there, bare-chested, his own lungs pumping with the adrenaline his shout had released.

"That will be ENOUGH!" he thundered, taking a step to get between them.

He pointed to the bed. "Sit down ... BOTH of you!"

As they went to the bed and sat, side-by-side, looking scared, he bent over and picked up his shirt from the floor. He tossed it to Daphne.

"Put that on," he said. He didn't give either of them time to say anything. He just launched into a pep talk, telling them he didn't know if their mother put up with this kind of crap or not, but he sure wasn't going to. He reminded them that they loved each other, and that sniping at each other was not only cruel, it was juvenile as well. He paced in front of them, telling them they had such a priceless talent, that they should be eternally grateful to each other for sharing it in a way that made them both brilliant. He reminded them that, while he loved them very much, they somehow knew how to make that very hard to do, sometimes.

Then, like a gym teacher, he tried to find out who started it.

"Ask me what?" he said, staring at Daphne.

She had put on his shirt, and buttoned the bottom two or three buttons, but she was still showing a lot of her young cleavage. Part of Bob's mind noted that Gabriella's nipples were still stiff and pointy, and he wondered if they were like that all the time, or if she was excited, for some reason.

"About your penis," said Daphne, sulking. She was sulking so much she said it without meaning to. Her hand clapped over her mouth, and her eyes went wide.

Gabby suddenly looked scared, and darted looks between her sister and uncle, like there was a ping pong match going on.

"My what?" Bob asked, weakly. He didn't mean to say that either.

"Well..." stammered Daphne. "This morning ... it was ... hard."

Bob's right hand came up, his thumb pressing against his right eye and his first two fingers pressing against his left. "Oh," he said faintly.

He didn't scream at her and, from Daphne's perspective, that meant he wasn't mad for her asking. Except she hadn't actually asked him anything yet.

"I said you were ... horny," said Daphne, her voice very young. "but Gabby said you weren't, so I said we should ask ... and she started making fun of me..."

"Horny," moaned Bob, wanting to crawl under the bed.

"Were you?" asked Daphne. She looked at her sister, who still looked horrified, and stuck out her tongue. Gabby elbowed her sister, who yelped when the hard joint rammed into her ribs.

Bob's hand came down from his eyes at the sound, and he saw them getting ready to go at it again.

"Stop," he said.

Both girls looked up at him. He saw curiosity, primarily, on their faces. He didn't see cunning, or guile. They really didn't know why he'd been erect in the morning. He knew they'd been home schooled since they were very young and he knew that his sister would never in a million years have discussed erect penises with them. On the other hand, if what the girls said was true, his sister knew that these two girls masturbated like crazy after their concerts. She hadn't mentioned that to him, of course. She simply told him to leave them alone for fifteen minutes after the show was over. That brought to mind her admonishment to leave them alone for thirty minutes BEFORE the performance.

He imagined the curiosity in their eyes being mirrored in his own. They weren't vamps. They weren't playing some silly game. They just didn't know anything about ... men. They were aware of their own sexuality, but only in-so-far as it pertained to their music.

"What do you do before your performances?" he asked suddenly.

The girls looked at him blankly.

"Your mother told me to leave you alone for half an hour before each concert. She said you'd be in your dressing room, and for me to leave you alone. Why?"

Both girls dropped their gaze, and blushed. They looked at each other, and then at their laps.

"Gabby?" he prodded. She was the elder, and should be willing to talk more easily. She didn't, though.

"Daffy?" He changed tactics. "You asked me to answer a personal question. I will, if you answer mine. What do you two do in your dressing room before a performance?"

Daphne looked up at him, and then back at her lap.

"We look at pictures," she said.

Gabby elbowed her again, and Bob told her to stop.

"What kind of pictures?" he asked.

"I don't want to tell you," she said softly.

"Naughty pictures?" he guessed.

"Yes," her voice was tiny.

"And your mother knows?" he asked.

"Yes," came her voice, a little stronger.

Bob thought about the music he had heard the night before ... about the passion that was in that music. In a flash of insight, he realized that they had stumbled upon a way to enhance their music with raw emotion, stoked before the concerts, and assuaged afterwards. Now he understood the kisses they had given him, just before the encore. They had been horny out of their minds. Playing the last piece so slowly and tenderly must have been pure torture for them, knowing that, as soon as it was over, they could scratch that awful itch that had helped their music soar to unimaginable heights.

"It gets you excited," he said. "And then you play better."

Both girls looked up, their eyes wide.

"How'd you know that?" asked Gabby.

"I'm not stupid," he said. "I heard you play. It was magnificent. You don't play like that at home."

"We don't look at the pictures at home," said Daphne, feeling better. He knew! He understood! "We only do it for performances."

"And then ... afterwards..." he said. "You're so fired up that you have to do something about it."

"Fired up?" asked Daphne, sounding confused.

"Horny," he said.

Now she looked up and he saw relief on her face. He even got a little smile.

"Yes, horny," she confirmed.

"Is that why you wanted to know if I was horny?" he asked.

Daphne nodded. "We've never seen a real one ... only in pictures."

"THAT's what the pictures are of?" he gasped, feeling weak. The thought of his virginal nieces staring at pictures of rampant boners threatened to get him going again.

"Only some of them," said Daphne, thinking she needed to mitigate his obvious shock.

Bob realized that he was suddenly treading on very dangerous ground. These girls were much more aware of things sexual than he would have imagined in his wildest dreams. That they didn't understand, completely, what was going on, only made it more hazardous. He could talk to them ... teach them things ... and it might help. Then again, it might spiral out of control, and he could ruin everything. That their rituals worked was plain. He had seen it work ... heard it work. The thought of ruining that amazing talent by doing the wrong thing made him want to cringe. It was that, more than anything else, that made him answer her question.

"Okay, here's the deal," he said. "When you get up in the morning you have to pee, right?"

The girls looked at him in confusion.

"Well, when guy has to pee really bad, it makes his penis get hard. That's what you saw this morning. It happens to all guys. It doesn't mean they're horny. It just means they have to go really bad."

"Oh," said Daphne. The disappointment in her voice was obvious. Then she perked up. "What about the first night we were here? It got hard then too. Was that because you had to pee really bad too?"