CHAPTER NINE

   Both girls were waiting outside the door to Deliah's recovery room. 
Both looked anxious.  Bob's deer-in-the-headlights look didn't make them
feel much better.

   "There sure was a lot of yelling going on in there," whispered Daphne.

   "Did she find out?" asked Gabriella.  "About us?" Her tone made it
perfectly clear that "us" meant them and Bob, and the things they had done.

   "Yes," said Bob.

   "How!?" moaned Gabby.

   "I told her," said Bob, his voice limp.

   "You WHAT?!" gasped Daffy.

   "I don't understand," whined Bob.

   "Understand what?" asked Daphne.  "What do you mean you told her?"

   "She said I had to go with you on another tour," said Bob weakly.

   Both girls perked up.  "Really?" asked Gabby.  She looked very happy.

   "So I had to tell her what happened," moaned Bob, "so she'd understand
why I couldn't do that."

   "What do you mean you couldn't do that?" asked Daphne, a dangerous edge
in her voice.  "Why couldn't you do that?"

   Bob turned on her like a wolf and put his face inches from hers.

   "Because I'd FUCK YOU!" he whispered harshly.  He looked around for the
nurse, and then back at Daphne, who had backed up, more from the tone of
his voice, than because of what he'd said.  In a low tone he went on.  "I
knew that if I took you out again, I'd fuck you BOTH!" he hissed.  "And I'd
fuck you as often as I could crawl between your sweet little LEGS!" he
ended, sounding mad.

   "Wow," said Daphne, her eyes unfocused.  "How often is that?"

   "Daphne!" he said, his voice normal, and holding scorn.

   "I can't help it," she whined.  "I like to think about it."

   "Me too," said Gabby, unconsciously jutting her breasts out.  "I loved
what we did on the tour."

   "That was obvious," said Bob, less harshly.  "Your mother noticed that
too ...  in your playing.  She knew something had happened, and she made me
tell her what it was."

   Both girls' eyes went round as saucers, and they held their breath.

   "Is she mad?" whispered Daffy.

   "Of course she's mad," said Gabby, pushing her sister.  "We just have to
explain it to her.  Then she'll understand."

   "She already understands," said Bob.  "She's not mad."

   Gabby blinked.  "Not mad?"

   "She said I have to go with you ...  no matter what that means," said
Bob.

   It took a few seconds, but both girls were intelligent, and they figured
out exactly what that meant.  Gabby reacted first.  She started to smile.

   "You mean we can ...?" She stopped, but her eyes took on an intense
look, and she stared breathing more heavily.  "You mean she said you could
...  do that?" she finished.

   "She's going to put you both on the pill," said Bob weakly.

   "Get OUT!" squealed Daphne.  Her face took on a guarded look.  "You'd
better not be teasing us, Uncle Bob," she warned.  "Because if you are, I
know what happens when a girl kicks a boy hard between the legs, and I know
how big yours are, and I can't possibly miss them if I try!"

   "Go talk to your mother," said Bob.  "Right now."

   "Why?" asked Gabby, her face guarded now.

   "If you think I'm going to just jump in bed with you two, on the say-so
of a woman confined to a bed, with who knows HOW many pain killers in her,
you're sadly mistaken," said Bob firmly.  "You two go talk to her.  I'll be
out here." He slumped.  "Things may change when you talk to her.  This is
something that can never be undone, once it's started.  And it's crazy too.
She's acting crazy.  I think this house makes every woman IN it crazy!" he
ended.

   They didn't want to go ...  didn't want to confront the situation, but
Bob made them.  He pushed them through the door and Deliah looked over,
surprise on her face.

   "You talk to them," ordered Bob.

   "What?  They don't believe you?" Deliah smiled for some reason.

   "I don't believe you," said Bob.  "I don't believe any of this!"

   "All right," said Deliah.  "You wait in the living room, Bob.  I'll just
have a little chat with my daughters."

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   Bob sat down gratefully on the couch.  He felt like he was in some
bizarre dream that he couldn't wake up from.  He knew what she'd said ...
knew why she'd said it ...  but mothers just didn't react that way.  He'd
heard of pageant mothers, who practically prostituted their little girls,
just to help them win pageants, but this was something completely
different. These girls were already professionals, with a bright career
ahead of them.  True, they played with more intensity when they were horny.
He knew that.  But what Deliah had said she'd allow was just going
overboard.  He was sure that, when faced with her darling little girls,
she'd see the insanity on that.  He yawned.

   Nancy tried to engage him in conversation, but he was nodding off so she
left him alone.  He was asleep when the girls left their mother's room ...
didn't see them come in and stand, just looking at him.

   "He fell asleep," said Nancy, coming into the room.  "I just let him. 
Do we need to get him up for something?"

   The girls looked at each other.  "Not yet," said Gabriella.  "Let him
sleep.  He's going to need his strength."

   Nancy was puzzled by the giggling that followed that comment, but she
was used to seeing strange families, so she didn't worry about it.  It was
almost time for lunch and meds.  After that she only had to stay until
four. The girls had been trained on night time meds, and said they could
handle supper.  They knew who to call if there was a problem.  Nancy liked
being able to turn the care of a loved one over to other loved ones.  They
usually did an even better job of taking care of the patient.

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   Bob woke to the odor of something delicious wafting into the room from
the kitchen.  He groaned as his body complained about being in an
uncomfortable position for hours.  He stood, stretched, and bent this way
and that to ease the aches.  He looked around, but nobody was in sight.

   Memories of that morning flooded back into his mind and he tensed.  He
looked at his watch.  It was after eight in the evening.  He'd been
sleeping on the couch for ten hours.  The place hadn't fallen apart.  There
hadn't been screaming, at least not enough to wake him up.  He thought
about the fact that he'd been left alone.  They hadn't kicked him out, but
they hadn't shown him to a bed either.  He wondered if he should stay, or
just slip out the front door while nobody was looking.

   Gabby came breezing around the corner and jumped, when she saw him.

   "Oh!" she said.  "You're awake!  Good.  Supper is almost ready."

   She turned and disappeared back into the kitchen before he could
respond.

   Bob sighed.  It had to be faced sometime.  He may as well get it over
with.  He went on dragging feet toward where Gabby had disappeared.

   Gabriella was stirring a pot on the stove, and was facing away from him.
Daphne was finishing setting the table.  There were three places set.  She
looked up and smiled.

   "I think we're going to be pretty good cooks," she said.  "We made
spaghetti, and it wasn't hard at all."

   Gabby turned and looked at him, but didn't say anything.

   "Go wash your hands," said Daffy, her voice surprisingly mother-like.

   "I'm not sure I should stay," said Bob.

   Daphne didn't even look up.  "Of course you're staying.  We went to all
this work, and you'd better eat it."

   "What about ...?" Bob let it trail off.

   "We'll talk about that later," said Daphne, still not looking up, and
still sounding like Bob's mother had sounded, so many years ago.

   Supper wasn't strained, but it was quiet.  Once Bob was seated the girls
served the food, and then sat to eat.  Bob realized how famished he was. 
He'd slept through lunch, and hadn't had anything more for breakfast than a
cup of coffee.  They'd used bottled sauce, but it was still delicious. 
There were also green beans and slices of sour dough bread that had been
buttered and sprinkled with garlic powder.  It was simple fare, but Bob
wouldn't have asked for anything else.

   "It's good," he said, his mouth full.

   "Don't talk with your mouth full," said Daphne.  "But thank you."

   Gabby just ate.

   Bob heard a bell tinkle, and Gabby shot out of her seat to go to see
what Deliah needed.  She came back with a tray.  Obviously, they had
already fed their mother.

   "She said it was delicious," said Gabby, beaming with pride.

   "It is," said Bob, through a bite of bread.

   "Don't talk with ..."

   "I know, I know," said Bob, grinning for the first time all day.

   There was no way to get them back on the subject that was eating away at
Bob, because as soon as he pushed the plate away, they rose and started
cleaning up, rinsing the dishes and putting them in the dish washer, and
putting things away.  Extra food was put in containers and then into the
refrigerator.  Bob just sat, and watched the girls move around.  They
didn't seem stiff, or uncomfortable, but their easy familiarity with him
was lacking too.  It wasn't until he saw them doing little unnecessary
things that he realized they WERE nervous, and avoiding the talk Daffy had
said they would have after supper.  They were delaying that talk, and that
made him even more nervous.

   Finally, after the counter had been wiped down no less than four times,
by some means of unspoken communication the girls turned to face Bob.  He
was still sitting, and they leaned against the counter.

   "Do you love us?" asked Daphne, suddenly.

   Bob kept the grimace off his face.

   "Of course I do," he said.  "You know that."

   "You don't act like it," said Gabby, emotion in her voice.

   Bob wanted to point out that he'd just given up three weeks of his life
to ferry them around Europe, but didn't.  They were young, and glossed over
"little" things like that.

   "Sometimes," he said softly, "when I have your best interests in mind, I
make decisions that you may not understand, or appreciate." He kept his
face blank.  "But I love you both, and I always will, and I'll always do
the best for you that I possibly can."

   Both girls smiled then.

   "Good," said Gabby.  "I'm glad that's settled."

   Bob blinked.  Nothing had been settled at all.  The confusion on his
face must have been plain, because Gabby held out her hand to him.

   "Come with us, please," she said.  "You need to hear something."

   He took her hand and stood.  The girls led him to the studio, where
their instruments had been set up on stands.  There was a chair sitting in
the middle of the room, and they led him to that and sat him down.  Daphne
went to the bank of electronic equipment and started punching buttons. 
There was a hissing noise that came from big speakers, located in each of
the four corners of the room.  Bob realized he had been placed in a
position where the surround sound system would be best experienced.

   His ears picked up the unmistakable sound of audience noises, and then
Daphne's voice.

   "This song has been around for a long time, but we didn't have time to
prepare for anything.  We play this at home a lot, just to keep in
practice."

   There were a couple of bumps, and Bob remembered that microphones had
been adjusted.  Then, the opening plucked strings of Dueling Banjos flooded
the room.  The song went on, and Bob was transported back to Poland, where
he had heard this amazing performance.  He found himself rocking in his
seat.

   When the song was over, he looked at the girls.

   "That was Krakow," he said.

   Gabby nodded.  "I missed at least ten notes in that."

   "You hadn't practiced it," he said.

   "We played it that afternoon," said Gabby.  "But we never played it that
fast before.  I had no idea we could sound like that.  Even with the missed
notes, I can't believe I played like that."

   "You play like that all the time," objected Bob.

   "No," said Gabby seriously.  "I don't.  And neither does Daphne.  She
was awesome on that banjo, and it was BORROWED!"

   "Okay, so you're good.  We've known that for years," said Bob.

   "Don't you GET it, Uncle Bob?" asked Gabby, frustration in her voice. 
"When we played that we were thinking about you."

   "No you weren't," said Bob confidently.  "You were thinking about the
music.  You couldn't possibly play like that if you were thinking about
anything but the music."

   Daphne stepped forward.  "You don't understand.  I'm not sure anybody
could understand if they weren't ...  us.  Before we played that night, we
got to see you.  We got to see you naked.  We got to see you spurting.  I
knew, when we went on stage, that something good was going to happen.  It
did, in the way I felt when I played.  And you're right ...  I WAS thinking
of the music.  I wanted it to go on forever." Her right hand came up to
drift across her abdomen in a strangely erotic motion.  "But at the same
time, I couldn't wait until the concert was over, because I couldn't wait
to see you naked again ...  to kiss you ...  to touch you.  I thought about
you, on some level, all night long."

   While Daphne had been talking, Gabby went to the CD player and keyed up
another track.  She punched the button and Bob was surrounded by a piece
they had played in Austria.  It had brought him to tears then and it
threatened to do the same now.  When the final sweet strains of cello died
away there was a short pause and then the sounds of an audience going wild.
That faded and then vanished as Gabby punched another button.  She looked
at her uncle.

   "That was right after you licked our pussies for the first time," she
said.  "I have never played like that in my life." She blushed.  "Just
hearing that right now makes me want to get naked and have your baby."

   Bob's jaw sagged.  "But you can't!" he groaned.

   "Why not?" asked Gabby, completely serious.

   "I'm your uncle," he pleaded.

   "You're my lover," she said, her voice deep and full of passion.  "I
don't want another lover.  I want you." She shuddered.  "I want to be able
to play like that again, and know that when I'm done, I can go to bed with
the man who makes me feel that way."

   Daphne came to stand in front of him.  She cocked her head, like she was
examining him.

   "Mommy agrees," she said, simply.  "The only person holding us back ...
is you."

   Bob felt like he was being teamed up against.  He just KNEW this wasn't
a good idea, no matter how the girls seemed to want it.  Their mother too,
for that matter.

   "So what happens," he asked, "when a year or two from now, you meet some
handsome young man, and you want to get to know him better?"

   "Maybe that will happen," said Gabby.  "If it did, would you be mad at
me for wanting that?"

   "Of course not, Gabby," he said intensely.  "Don't you see, though?  If
you're involved with me, it will be awkward for you."

   "I don't see why," said the girl seriously.  "I'll always love you.  I
might even want to have a baby with you.  I don't know.  But I know I can't
marry you.  If it works out that I find a man who loves me, and will let me
love you too, then fine."

   "But that's now how the world works!" moaned Bob.

   "I don't know why not," said Gabby.  "My life will probably never be
normal, like other girls.  I don't see why I should try to force it to be
normal when I know it won't ever be that way."

   "But it COULD be normal," said Bob.  "That's the point.  You can meet
some man and fall in love with him and have his babies, and he'll motivate
you in the same way I do."

   "I see two problems with that," said Gabby.  "First off, I'll always
love you, and you'll always love me.  Any other man I meet MIGHT be the
same way, but you never know.  Look what happened between Mommy and my
father.  Second, what do I do in the meantime?  I love YOU now, and you
motivate me NOW."

   "If I have your baby," said Daphne suddenly, "I'll never have to worry
about you running off, like my father did."

   Bob, almost out of arguments, tried one last thing.

   "What if I meet a woman, who wants to marry me?"

   Gabby pursued her lips.  "I'd be jealous as hell." she said
thoughtfully. She stared at her uncle.  "I don't think I want you to do
that."

   "And you think I'd feel any different, when you meet some handsome young
man?" he asked.

   Gabby nodded her head.  "I see what you're saying," she said softly. 
"So, I guess we'll just have to love only you, and have only your babies,
and keep you so happy that you won't want to meet some other woman who
would take you away from us."

   "I like that idea," said Daphne.

   Bob groaned.  "What if I just say no to this crazy scheme?"

   "Mommy will be very unhappy with you," said Gabby.  "I'll be very
disappointed, and I know Daffy will cry for weeks.

   "That's not fair," moaned Bob.

   "Who said life was fair?" asked Gabby.  "I didn't plan on falling in
love with my uncle, but I did.  If you want to know the truth, I think
Mommy's in love with you too.  HER I can share you with ...  and Daffy, of
course," said Gabriella, looking at her sister.  "Can't you be happy with
three women who love you?"

   It struck Bob like a bolt of lightning.  The thought of having a life
... like they were describing ...  with three women who he really DID love
...  Most men would kill for the chance to do that.  And it was being
offered to him on a silver platter.  In that sense, HE was the crazy one,
for trying to avoid it.  His love life had been stagnant for years, and he
knew that was because the women he met were simply not the kind of women he
was really interested in.  At his age, women he met were dragging around a
lot of baggage, or were so young that they had no experience with men, and
had to work through all the pitfalls of discovering that men were just
other faulty human beings.  It was a lot of work to form a decent
relationship and, all too often, all that work went for nothing when all
was said and done.

   These women, though, knew him well enough to know his faults, and
already loved him in spite of them.  He knew the girls would run into
pitfalls of their own as they continued maturing, but they had been exposed
to things that most people never faced and were still poised beyond their
years, at least socially.

   He looked at the girls, standing there, waiting for him to say
something. They could have just seduced him, or at least tried.  He knew
how hard it would have been to wake up on the couch with two naked,
giggling girls crawling all over him.  But, unlike most women, they hadn't
used their sexual weapons on him.  They had chosen to approach this problem
by talking through it.  They made what they wanted plain, but did so in a
remarkably mature manner.

   "We'll try one tour," he said softly.  Both girls smiled.

   "But no babies!" he said forcefully.  "You need to save that for later,
when you're thinking more clearly."

   "Mommy said we could use her bed tonight," said Daphne, her fingers
going to the buttons on her shirt.

   Now they were bringing out the heavy artillery.

   "Did you hear me?" asked Bob.

   "We heard you," said Gabby, also unbuttoning her shirt.  "We're both due
for our periods in the next two or three days.  I feel mine coming on
already."

   "At least let me go get some condoms," said Bob.

   "No," said Daphne.  "Our first time with you, must be all natural.  It's
what we dream of."

   "The first time is often painful," said Bob.

   "So has been going without you," said Gabby.  "And the thought that you
might say 'No' has been the most painful of all."

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   They did not, after all, take him to their mother's bed, which was large
enough for all three.  Instead, they brought Daphne's mattress into the
studio, and placed it on the floor, where Bob's chair had been.

   Gabby, by virtue of her age, was first.  Bob felt awkward, at first,
almost like he was performing some ritual from days gone by, and was
expected to know how to do the defloration-of-a-virgin process.

   That was eased almost immediately by two things.  The first was that
Gabby was more than willing to engage in lots of foreplay, which was
something they'd done many times before, and made things seem more normal.

   The second was when Daphne, who had just sat and watched them tease each
other to a fever pitch, put in motion the reason they had planned for this
to happen in the studio.  When Bob crawled between Gabby's legs, and his
prick nudged her untried pussy lips apart, Daphne went to the CD player and
pushed a button.

   Bob slowly penetrated his niece, as the strains of Pavane's Opus 50
flooded the room.  It was the recording of them playing in Paris, and
Gabriella became a woman as she was surrounded by music she had made, while
she was thinking of this very thing.  Her defloration was painless, mostly
because her own three fingers had made her ready for something as large as
what Bob eased into her.  She was so passionate, during that first time she
accepted a man into her body, that she bit his shoulder, breaking the skin.
Bob moved, while the cello played, and soaked, during the violin parts. 
Both of them were caught up in the music, which set the pace, bringing both
of them closer and closer to the finale, physically, that matched the
finale in the music.  As the notes faded away, Bob's spent penis withdrew
for the final time, leaving Gabby's pussy soaked, and running with thick,
white goo.

   The applause at the end was almost comical, and Daphne was giggling as
she turned the music off.  She was also panting.

   "How long do you need?" she asked.  Her mother had informed them that a
man needed time to recharge, and that if they were going to share him, that
had to be taken into account.

   "I don't know," he panted.

   The girls simply cuddled with him, and then loved him with their mouths,
until he was ready to take Daphne's virginity.

   Like her sister, she wanted to be on the bottom ...  to be crushed under
the man she loved ...  to be taken and pinned to the mattress.  She wanted
less foreplay, possibly because she had been cuddling with him, waiting for
him to become hard again.

   She had chosen Boccherini's Passacalle and Minuetto, which was more
lively than what Gabby had wanted.  Her impatience matched the music as,
when he tried to enter her slowly, she thrust her hips up to gobble up his
prick.  Oddly, though she was a bigger girl in terms of her physical
development, she was much tighter than Gabby.  She winced as she was
stretched, but her level of passion overrode that reluctance and her hands
pulled at him to help him achieve full penetration.

   He sensed she wanted it hard, and, after he let her adjust to his girth,
he gave it to her that way.  Daphne was loud, so much so that she competed
with the music in places, and it was obvious that she was having a
wonderful time.  When she felt her uncle's prick bulge in her pussy, and
felt the first of several strong hot spurts, she pulled his face down for a
long kiss, satisfied at long last, that he had given her something she'd
cherish forever.
   Then ...  they took him to their mother's bed.
