Chapter 7

Back in the hotel room, both girls flopped onto their bed, still fully clothed in their performance dresses, and just lay there. They had spoken to the press immediately after coming off stage.

"That was amazing," said Bob.

"You have no idea," said Gabby. "I have never felt like that in any performance, anywhere, any time."

"Undress me, Uncle Bob," came Daphne's soft voice. "I don't want to move."

"You want to just go to sleep?" he asked.

She lifted her head. "Oh no. You're going to make me feel very special, tonight. I don't want this night to ever end."

He worked on them both at the same time, unbuttoning buttons, and stroking the skin he exposed. He kissed their shoulders and necks, as they arched to give him room. They lay limply, making him roll them both to get to their bra clasps, and making him drag their dresses off by force.

When they were naked, he simply licked and sucked them both until they tensed, whined, and then relaxed. Just the one was enough for each of them tonight, as they reveled in the feeling of what his tongue did to them between their legs.

"Now cum on us," sighed Daphne.

"I thought you didn't want to move," he said. "You'll have to get up to go clean up."

"You can bring us a washcloth," she sighed.

So, he laid strips of semen across them again. As he went into the bathroom to get a washcloth, they scooped it toward their pussies, matting their pubic hair and getting as much as they could in their young, satisfied pussies. Then they pulled what was left back up and had their fingers back on their bellies when he came back with two washcloths, soaked in warm water and wrung out. Daphne lifted one finger up to look at the drip of thick white on it, and remembered seeing pictures on the internet of this in a woman's mouth. Without thinking, she stuck it in her mouth and tasted.

She looked at Bob, surprised. "You taste good!" she said.

"What?" Gabby hadn't seen what she did.

"Taste it," said Daffy. "It tastes good!"

"You don't have to do that," said Bob.

Gabby scooped a dollop up and peered at it.

"You sure?" she asked her sister.

"If you don't want it, give it to me," said Daphne.

Gabby put the finger to her lips and touched the glob of white with her tongue.

"I don't taste anything," she said.

"Put it in your mouth!" ordered her sister.

She did, and her eyes widened. Then she put her finger down and scooped up another dollop, and shoved that in her mouth too.

"See," crowed Daphne. "I told you so."

The next morning it was the girls who were up early. They had been tired, the night before, but it was an emotional tiredness, which isn't the same as a physical tiredness. They promptly crawled in bed with their uncle, and snuggled up to him. He woke to find both of them playing with his morning wood.

"I have to pee," he said groggily.

"Okay," said Gabby, who happened to be holding his prick at the time. "But wash it off before you come back."

Bob knew things were spinning further out of control but, by this point, he also knew there wasn't a whole lot he could do about it. He knew they'd end up giving him a blow job ... that much was plain ... and that wasn't really too bad ... really. If all that sperm was in their stomachs, it couldn't very well get anywhere else ... right?

The problem was that both of them wanted to taste him, straight from the source. They took turns, learning to suck and slide their lips along his shaft, but each one was afraid that the other would have her mouth on it when it squirted, so there was a lot of pushing and shoving, which let him cool down. As a result, he didn't go off in either mouth.

"What's wrong?" asked Gabby, at one point.

"You two are fighting over it so much, you're not getting to where you want to be," he said, smiling. He was having a great time, with two hot mouths sucking at him. As far as he was concerned, they could go on like this for an hour.

"Can you make it squirt, and then let each of us get some?" asked Gabby.

"I could probably do that," said Bob. "Are you sure you really want that?"

"I am," said Gabby, getting it in before Daffy could.

"We're sure," said Daphne, shooting a dark look at her sister.

Bob stood up, and both girls got on their knees, in front of his prick.

"You two are something else," he said, staring at the two eager naked girls in front of him.

"Squirt!" demanded Daphne. "You promised."

Knowing he was about to blow his load in the mouths of the two nymphs in front of him made it easy.

"Open your mouths," he said in warning.

They did, automatically sticking their tongues out. He gave Daffy the first shot, in honor of her initiating this new play. Then he squeezed it off and switched to Gabby's mouth. His shot went straight to the back of her throat and she coughed, but closed her mouth to retain his offering. He went back to Daffy, who had closed her mouth. When she opened it, strings of his spunk were strung between her upper and lower teeth. He gave her two shots, because Gabby was still coughing, but she reached out and grabbed his hips, pulling her face to him, and her mouth enveloped the head of his prick, to get her next dose. He was merely oozing when she pulled off, to puff out her cheeks, with her head tilted, as she tasted, and then swallowed.

"Not fair" groused Daphne.

She pushed her sister, making her fall on her hip, and took Bob in her own mouth, sucking the dregs out as he went limp. Looking down at them, Bob felt his heart thumping in his chest, as he realized he wanted nothing more than to breed both of these gorgeous girls. He stepped backwards, closing his hand around his prick, as if he could control the urge that way. The urge passed, and he sighed. Both girls were masturbating, Daphne still on her knees, and Gabby lying on the carpet now, digging at her pussy. Bob went to the bathroom and splashed water on his face. He thought about the three days left on the tour. Tomorrow they'd fly to Nurnberg. It would be a practice day. There would be only one more performance, the day after, before they flew back to the States. He could last that long. He'd have to last that long. He didn't have a steady girl, back home. He hadn't had the kind of girlfriend he could call for sex in a year or two, and he didn't know what he'd do when he got back. He'd have to have a woman.

There was no doubt about that.

They did their sightseeing in Vienna the rest of that day, which was listed as a "rest day" on their schedule. Again, they were treated like royalty wherever they went. By nightfall, they were physically tired, and went to bed with no funny business.

The next morning, they boarded a Lufthansa flight, and a short time later, landed in Nurnberg. The Meistersingerhalle was another beautiful venue, sumptuous, and with the feeling of great age. The spirits of performers, past and present lent a feeling that you were never alone in the hall, even during the girls afternoon practice session.

The food in Nurnberg was also fabulous, no matter whether you went to a big restaurant, or a tiny gasthaus on the outskirts of town, where there might be a pile of manure ten feet tall, thirty feet from the establishment. The richness of the fields of bright yellow mustard, or barley proved the sense of recycling animal waste, and the Germans knew that well.

On their rest day in Germany, their host took them on an amazingly speedy trip to a small town called Rothenburg, which was still surrounded by a tall stone wall that had provided protection from invaders for hundreds of years. The girls watched as, in the town square, life-sized mechanical figures rotated out of the top of the town hall, toasting each other with mugs of beer as the clock struck. They heard the story of how the mayor had avoided being invaded by welcoming the Captain of the opposing forces with beer. The age of everything was obvious, and reminded the girls that what they were playing had been written, in some cases, while people had stood on these stone walls, repelling enemies.

When the girls found out there were indoor swimming places, called Schwimmbads, and that these had all kinds of slides and flowing rivers and wave pools, they demanded that Bob take them shopping for swim suits. Of course they wanted bikinis, which the Germans excel at making as small as possible. Bob spent most of his time soaking in the pool, because climbing the ladders to the tubular slides would have exposed his erection.

The girls wore the wet suits back to the hotel and spent an hour teasing him, until they finally took them off to hang in the bathroom to dry. Bob had given up trying to hide his erections from them, and when Daphne suggested that breaking their "performance day only" rule on the last rest day before returning to America wouldn't be so horrible, he gave in and lay between them while they played with his prick, sucking it and licking it. He got nervous when Gabby climbed on top of him and began rubbing her pussy against his prick, but she only slid along the bottom of his boner while he suckled her nips, giving her two orgasms in a row.

He wanted to cum, but Daphne demanded her turn first, and replaced her sister, to writhe on top of Bob, grinding her pussy into his cock. He had gotten her nipples to erect almost an inch, when she shuddered and wiggled her way through an orgasm. She stayed there, rubbing slowly, her head drooping, and her hair tickling Bob's face.

"Someday, I'm going to let you put it in me," she whispered to him.

"Someday," he panted.

"And when you do, I'm going to let you spurt way up inside me," she moaned, rubbing faster.

"Someday," he repeated, his mind fantasizing about that day.

"I wish I could do it right now," she panted, lowering her face to French Kiss her uncle.

That was all it took, and Bob felt waves of hot spunk flowing onto his belly. He grunted, and Daphne looked down to see a mess of his cum right in front of her pussy. She couldn't help but slide forward, to rub her pussy in that mess, and she whined her way through another orgasm.

"No baby," gasped Bob, as he realized what she was doing.

"I want to," she whined. "I love your cum."

He pushed her off of him, and she complained loudly, reaching to rub his spunk deeper into her channel, slicking her fingers deep in her pussy. Bob would have stopped her from doing that, but Gabby fell on him, licking and sucking at the sperm on his belly, and taking his prick into her mouth to suck him dry.

He scolded them both, when they had all gotten their breath back. They sat and listened, nothing on their faces, as he told them how dangerous a thing they had just done.

"Don't you GET it?" he asked, frustration in his voice. "I want to FUCK you both! I want to do it every time I see you naked. I want to do it every time I hear you play. I want to FUCK you!"

He paced, and still, they sat there silently.

"Well?" he asked. He expected them to be horrified that their own uncle wanted to mate with them ... to breed them.

"Why would that be so terrible?" asked Daphne, her face and voice completely serious.

Bob was stunned. "You have GOT to be kidding me!" he shouted. "You two are at the beginning of one of the most amazing careers in the world. You are adored by thousands, maybe even millions of people. You have so much to offer the world. Do you want to throw that away for fifteen minutes of pleasure?"

"Why would that be throwing anything away?" asked Daphne. "People make love all the time, and it doesn't ruin their careers."

Bob was so frustrated that he was speechless. She seemed so completely serious about her simplistic view of the world.

"For one thing, I'm your UNCLE!" he finally yelled. "Do you think you could keep something like that a SECRET?!"

"I don't know why not," said Daphne calmly. "Nobody would ever see us doing anything. Besides, it's none of their business."

"It's not that simple, baby," he groaned. "You're so young. You have your whole life ahead of you to find a man you love and make love with him."

"That's what some people said about us going on tour," said Gabby suddenly. "They said we were too young ... that we didn't understand how much work it would be ... that we should wait." She looked at her uncle. "Do you think we should have waited to start performing?"

Bob groaned. "That's not fair. You know how much I love your music."

"So what's the big difference?" she asked. "I know I love you. I know I'll never marry you, or anything like that, but I love how you make me feel, and I love it when you groan and spurt, because I know I helped you do that." She stared at him. "I can't think of any man I love more than you, or any man I'd let put his penis in me EXCEPT you."