Uncle Bob

Chapter 18. "We're on a Road to Nowhere..."

© Bad Hobbit 2022

The last Sunday before we set off for college, Stacey, Hannah and I went down to Rocky's. The guys had been primed on a long list of material, and the three of us had dropped by on the Saturday afternoon to rehearse with them. Rocky had had some posters printed and promoted the gig on social media. Stacey brought her cherry-red Rickenbacker, I took the Strat and the Martin, and Hannah mostly just sang, exchanging lead and backing vocals with Kris. The place was rammed, we played three, one-hour sets and, though I say it myself, we were awesome - a word used on several occasions during and after the gig by both Stacey and Hannah.

Like I've said before, Stacey shreds on electric - all learned from me, of course - and Hannah had gained new confidence from her previous gig and wasn't afraid to try some quite difficult songs. Rock audiences are mostly composed of men and boys - often men who've never quite converted from being boys - and so presenting them with a band that could really play some tricky material, fronted by two hot young women on vocals and electric, was probably an event that featured in quite a few of their wet dreams. And Stacey didn't just play, she

performed

. In a pair of tiny shorts, a crop top and thick-soled sneakers, with her hair loose and flailing as she gyrated and jumped, she was a phenomenon in herself. We played Van Halen's 'Jump', and the whole place was bouncing as Stacey not only unleashed a solo worthy of the great Eddie himself but threw herself around the stage to accentuate the power chords backing the keyboard solo. We reprised some of the favorites from Hannah's debut, some classics like 'Echo Beach' and 'Titanium' - Hannah did an astonishing job to recreate Sia's stunning vocal - some Avril Lavigne, Kelly Clarkson and Pink songs, and even some Ed Sheeran. Hannah and I backed Kris on a couple of old Steely Dan numbers we threw in, and we got three encores.

So what do you do after an evening of high-adrenaline public performance with two gorgeous and talented teens who are tripping on a rich soup of hormones? You're all too high on the excitement of a successful performance and the adulation of the crowd to sleep. So it's obvious; you take them home and fuck them.

A few of the scenes from that frantic and very sweaty evening still stay in my mind: fucking Stacey quite hard while Hannah sat on her face. Switching so Hannah was on my cock and Stacey on

my

face. Having Stacey and Hannah take turns sucking my cock while the other licked and sucked my balls and occasionally rimmed me. (I came really hard in Hannah's mouth, and then watched the girls exchanging my sperm). Sitting in a chair, watching the girls in a hot 69, then scissoring. Hearing Stacey squeal when I decided to intervene by sliding first one, then two, then three well-lubed fingers up her ass, followed by my rock-hard cock, while she and Hannah continued to eat each other's pussies. And finally, Hannah announcing 'my turn', and insisting I repeat the performance on her. She came as Stacey ate her pussy with my cock balls-deep in her ass, and I got off on the pulsing in that tight, dark passage.

As we snuggled down together, me the meat in a Hannah-and-Stacey sandwich, I could only agree when Hannah said "That was so the most awesome night of my life."

"Better even than when I first fucked you up the ass?" I asked.

"Even better than that, 'cuz, like, tonight, I so got fucked up the ass, and in my pussy and mouth, and that was so hot, and, like, I came and came and came. But before that I played this awesome gig with these totally super-brilliant musicians and we

ruled!

We totally fucking ruled!" She giggled endearingly. "And - and I got to play music with people I love."

And then I had two gorgeous teens hugging and kissing me - and each other - all over again. We did eventually sleep, but we got up late the next day and the girls lazed around my pool - in tiny bikinis that gave me a boner every time I glanced out there - while I finished the specification for some app-work I was going to subcontract.

In the afternoon, I had a business meeting in my office. Brad and I went way back. We'd been on the same course at college, but unlike me, after college he'd shown some serious ambition. Sure, his folks had enough money to get him started, but he now had an office in Miami and around a dozen people working for him. I guess I could've done that, but the younger me didn't really have so much drive. Maybe my confidence had been badly hit when my folks died - a car crash when I was seventeen. They'd left me enough money to see me through college - and Michael had enough to finish law school and start buying his first house with Dolores - but it was a tough time and I didn't feel like taking risks. And anyway, I'm no good at managing people. I'm too much of a maverick, a loner, when it comes to business.

Anyway, Brad came over on the Monday afternoon with one of his chief techies, a guy named Luis. Over several coffees, we went through the specification, reviewed the use cases, discussed the user interfaces and the differences between the Android and iOS versions, and scrutinized the existing libraries to see what code we could re-use and what needed to be changed. I could've done the work myself, but it would've taken me far too long - my customer was eager to launch within the month - and anyway, I had a week's vacation planned, taking Stacey and Hannah to California.

And talking of Stacey and Hannah, the guys kept being distracted every time one of my babies headed past the open office door toward the refrigerator for a soda or some ice cream.

"Is that little Stacey?" Brad asked, the first time my slut-angel, in a minimal bikini, padded past.

"Uh huh," I nodded. I remembered that Brad would've met her once or twice when he'd visited, a few years earlier. Stacey hung out at my place a lot in those days, but she would have been a kid back then, maybe ten or twelve.

"Holy cow, Bob, she's turned into a real beauty."

And then Hannah looked in. "Hey, Uncle Bob. Oh, and hey guys. Stacey and me are gonna get some sodas. Can we get you something? A Coke? A beer?"

"Er, guys?" I asked.

"Yes, a beer would be nice," Luis replied, staring quite openly at Hannah.

"Yes, three beers, please Hannah," I said, anticipating Brad's response. As she skipped away, Luis turned to me. "So if Stacey is your niece, who is

that

?" He was clearly impressed.

"That's Hannah, Stacey's best friend. They're inseparable."

Brad smiled. "How do you get any work done around here, Bob. I mean, the distractions are considerable. It wouldn't be so bad if those girls were, like, dressed."

"Oh, believe me, it would. What Stacey and Hannah consider 'dressed' isn't what, perhaps, a schoolteacher or a preacher would call 'dressed'. Even when they're wearing more than they are today, it's hard to focus on work sometimes." Especially, I thought, when they invade my office, naked or semi-naked, and start sucking my cock.

Hannah returned with the beers, with Stacey behind her with a bowl of chips, and I introduced them to the guys. They chatted in a friendly manner, but I could see both Luis and Brad beginning to stare as my office's air conditioning made the girls' nipples harden and become more prominent through the thin fabric of their too-small bikini tops. I smiled. Yes, they had a similar effect on me.

When the girls returned to the pool, Brad, Luis and I swigged our beers and finished the work, agreed the project plan, delivery schedule and the financials, and then I invited them to stay for a meal. I said I would make us a Goan shrimp curry, one of my favorites, and invited the guys to kick back and shoot the breeze with the girls while I cooked.

The curry took around forty-five minutes to prepare, and I could see that Hannah and Stacey were getting on really well with Brad and Luis. They'd put on some ripped shorts to cover their otherwise almost bare asses, but kept the tiny bikini tops, and knowing them as I did, I could see they were flirting. This continued over dinner, and I watched with some amusement as the guys almost visibly drooled at my two honeys.

Brad and Luis left around nine, with Luis trying to get Hannah's phone number. "Sorry, Luis, I'd love to stay in touch but me and Stacey are going to California in a few days and we'll be there for, like, three years. But it was nice meeting you." And she kissed him, on the lips, and gave him the kind of winning smile she must've learned from Stacey. She was clearly no longer the shy girl I'd first met as she was setting off for Europe with my angel.

"They were hot, Uncle Bob. How come you've never introduced us to them before?" Stacey asked after they'd gone.

I smiled. "You've met Brad before. He came here a couple of times."

"Sure. Like when I was nine! He's like you but less weird. And Luis is cute."

"I love his eyes," Hannah said, dreamily. "He's really pretty. And fit as well."

"Well sorry, ladies, but as you pointed out, they're based in Miami and you'll be in sunny SoCal, so it isn't going to work out. You'll just have to settle for me."

They did. Ten minutes later we were in my bed, naked, and I was having my cock tonsilled by Stacey as Hannah ground her pussy into my face. And after two hours and two loads of hot jizz later, leaking out of stretched orifices, both the girls and I were satisfied that our little

ménage à trois

was all any of us really needed.

So having handed the next phase of the app work to Brad and has team, I finally had the time to put the finishing touches to our up-coming road trip.

My plan was to use an RV and a few motels for a final mobile fuck-a-thon. Our little odyssey to Californ-eye-ay was to be not so much 'Grapes of Wrath' as 'Gropes and Raunch'. Then, after I'd deposited the girls in their dorm room and returned the RV, I was planning to spend maybe another couple of days in LA (hopefully) negotiating my next lucrative app deal before flying home.

Hiring the RV had been a nightmare. I wanted a one-way rental from Florida to California, with lots of storage space for the college gear and clothes for two young women, (plus the modest requirements of a 30-something uncle for a few days), and with a towing hitch and a trailer to carry Stacey's Beetle with us. Big enough to sleep in if we couldn't find a motel, and with a king-sized bed to fuck in, even if we didn't want to sleep. The one-way rental charge alone was $700, and the 8-day rental nearly $2,500. But hey, the app deal was delivering big-time, so I could afford it. Some people - no names - would spend the money on expensive cars or bling. As I've always said, I like to use my cash on small, exquisite things - like Stacey and Hannah.

So while I finalized the details, including a couple of things to do along the way, the girls got themselves ready for college. That is to say that they spent ages going through Stacey's closets, trying to choose which things she could bear to leave behind (which seemed to be not a lot), and bringing suitcase after suitcase around to my place. Hannah, it seemed, had already worked out what she should take - maybe three cases of clothes, a bag of accessories and makeup and her laptop and guitar - while Stacey seemed unable to leave anything behind. My spare bedroom, which had been unused since that fateful night so many months ago - was now full of girls' stuff, mostly Stacey's.

"Baby, this is never going to fit into the RV, let alone the tiny closet you're gonna have at college. Hannah, will you please help Stacey get a grip and make it possible to take a sensible amount of stuff to California without breaking the axels on the RV?"

Stacey pouted, Hannah smiled, and off they went to reduce Stacey's eight suitcases to a more-modest six. Shit, that girl had packed a whole bag just full of sex toys! I mean yes, I was hoping that she and Hannah would use them all on each other and that no creature with a dick - man, boy or transsexual - would find his way into either of my sweeties, but I realized that I was deluding myself. Maybe the day after I headed back to Florida - maybe even just an hour later - two very hot cuties would almost certainly be out hunting cock, and I'd have no say in the matter. This made me very sad, but kinda resigned to my fate.

Anyway, for weeks I'd tried to avoid the female maelstrom going on around me. Most nights, Stacey would drive Hannah home around ten and go sleep at her mom's. But there were nights, evenings, afternoons - even mornings - when my cock would be summoned to perform its necessary duty between the thighs - or sometimes the buttocks - of one or both of my teen lovelies. Some days, I got to fuck them both. On at least one occasion they invaded my office and sucked me off before getting me hard again and offering a selection of six holes for me to plunder. Once or twice I got to enjoy all six, and occasionally even the deep cleft between Hannah's lovely breasts. Fuck, I knew that I'd soon have to lose them to the ravages of other boys, so I needed to make maximum use of two hot teen nymphos while they were within reach.

Finally, early on the Thursday morning. I took an Uber to the rental depot, picked up the RV, returned to my place and loaded all the bags. By the time I'd found places to stow so much luggage, Stacey and Hannah had arrived in Stacey's Beetle, so while Hannah fixed us coffee, Stacey & I hitched the car to the back of the RV. An hour later, I'd locked up and we were on our way.

An RV doesn't go fast, especially towing a car, so I'd allowed seven days for the journey, with one day to spare, expecting to arrive maybe Wednesday evening or Thursday morning, depending on what we felt like doing along the way. It's around 3,000 miles, so at a steady fifty, that's eight to ten hours' driving each day. The RV wasn't due to be returned until the Friday morning, in the week before the semester started, so the girls would have a few days to settle in and find their way around. I'd planned to stay until the weekend and then get out of the girls' hair.

That first day, despite a later start than planned, we made good progress, stopping at Quincy - over 450 miles. I got us a room at a motel. The clerk was a little surprised that I only wanted one room with two double beds for me and two girls. I explained that I was Stacey's uncle - we showed her Stacey's ID and mine - and that Hannah was Stacey's girlfriend.

"They wouldn't be interested in me, even if I wasn't too old and related. But sometimes I get to watch," I explained. The clerk raised an eyebrow.

"Young women today. I don't know," she said, almost under her breath. And gave me the key.

That night I did get to watch. It was fun, seeing mouths and hands on pussies and breasts. It was even more fun to then be invited to enjoy said mouths, hands, breasts and pussies. We didn't progress to anal that night - we were all a little bushed from the journey. Pussy juices and semen aren't sufficiently nourishing, so we sent out for pizza.

We were on the road early the next morning, and pressed on through Alabama into Louisiana. I wanted to get us to New Orleans so we could spend a little time there. We managed to arrive early, leave the RV outside the city and have Stacey drive us in. After two days behind the wheel, I needed a break - and a beer or three. The girls were both too young to drive the RV, so we couldn't share the chore. We took overnight bags, as I'd booked us a nice little hotel in the French Quarter and we all wanted to spend some time in The Big Easy.

Checking in was fine, although the desk clerk did give me a strange look when two cute teens joined me in the elevator. But I guess that, in New Orleans, they'd seen stranger things, especially during Mardi Gras. The room - a junior suite - was very nice. We showered - together - and then changed into something more appropriate to wear in the chichi restaurant I'd booked. Of course, for Stacey and Hannah, 'something appropriate' meant 'as little as possible', which was worrying. The dresses they wore were, if anything, even more minimal than those they had worn in New York. They looked gorgeous as only teenagers can, excited, full of life and totally, deliciously fuckable.

I pleaded with them to be a little more discreet. "Girls, if what you want is to get fucked so hard that you scream, I will do my absolute best to provide. But in this city, please don't expose your pussies and tits to every male or female within a fifty-yard radius or I don't think I can protect you from being raped. Please, please at least wear panties tonight." But guys, have you ever tried arguing with teenage girls? I mean, with hot, mega-cute teenage girls? Trying to persuade them to not do something that, other under circumstances, you'd really want them to do? Well, if you haven't, let me explain: it's pointless.

So out we went, around the French Quarter. The waiters in the restaurant paid particular attention to the two cuties who sat opposite me, and were polite to me. The meal, which had a definite Creole twist to it, was delicious, and afterwards we strolled about, taking in the sights and the sounds. We heard some interesting jazz music coming from one of the bars, and listened for maybe an hour. I was going to suggest that we - or maybe just the girls - sat in with the band, a trio of piano, drums and sax. They had a microphone for stage announcements, so Hannah could sing with them, and there was a guitar which the piano player switched to on a couple of numbers. However, when I suggested it to the girls, Hannah giggled and said "I think Stacey and me have a better idea."

Back in our room, I broke Federal law by providing both young women with alcohol - Margaritas, mixed from the mini-bar. About a half-hour later, I broke Louisiana law by performing sodomy on both girls in turn. I understand it was just a misdemeanor, but all three of us enjoyed it. And, of course, the girls instigated it. Yes, they'd heeded my advice and worn panties - if you could call the tiny, mostly-transparent wisps of fabric that could've fitted in an eggcup 'panties'. What they also chose to wear were matching butt-plugs. Vibrating ones. And they'd given each other the remotes. So by the time we were back in the room, those miniscule panties were soaked and I had two very horny teens to deal with. Oh the terrible responsibility of being a doting uncle.

In the room, their tiny dresses were discarded quickly, and as I undressed, I watched my two slut-princesses eat each other's pussies. They paused briefly while I handed them their drinks, which they finished really quickly, then returned to pussy munching.

I sipped my own drink, then refilled their glasses. This time I left them to get past the moaning and thrashing about stage before I offered them their second drinks. These were downed just as quickly. (I don't know about you, but for some reason, I find that Margaritas taste innocuous, but then hit you a while later. Somehow, the lime juice seems to make it taste like there's no alcohol in it, when in fact they're about 80% liquor).

And talking of liquor, there had been a lot of licking going on and, if I'd interpreted things correctly, a couple of orgasms by this stage. I noticed that the butt-plugs were still in place and still vibrating, so when Stacey turned to me and said in a dreamy voice "C'mon Uncle Bob. Come and fuck our asses. And then - then you can cum

in

our asses," I wasn't completely surprised.

I was pretty hard already, but having two hot teens take turns deep-throating my dick got me to the right level of rebar to enter a girl's dark hole. So then, turnabout - by which I mean that both girls turned around and presented me with their tight little butts, still containing buzzing butt-plugs.