AUTHOR's NOTE: Arthur is 60, Kent 38, Pearl, 37, Cherry 36, Rose, Renee and Ross are 18 years old. The characters are a family introduced to Literotica Readers previously in the cantos of the epic poem "O Mother Dear".
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Rose and Renee were in their semi-identical mode, or 'SIM' as they called it. Each wore the same outfit consisting of a white polo shirt, khaki cargo shorts with elastic unbelted waist, white crew sock in pink Nikes, and hair loosely pulled back to the nape of the neck with a plastic clip. The only difference was Rose's clip was bright red and Renee's was shiny black. Sitting on the back seats, they were, for the most part, quietly absorbed with their phones, playing games or looking at their Facebook pages, and listening to music through their earbuds. Occasionally one or the other would laugh, or poke her sister and whisper something.
Meanwhile, up front, Kent drove and Arthur constantly scanned the Sirius XM, unable to settle on 'something worth listening to' for more than a few minutes at a time. Kent laughed inwardly because his dad stll did not seem clear on how the subscription channels worked and thought he might get more or different offerings every hundred miles or so. "Oh well, "Kent thought for the umpteenth time," he has an i-Phone and uses e-mail, so that's something."
North State University was farther away, and in the opposite direction, from Central University where Ross was going to play football, but the twins had earned full-ride basketball scholarships to NSU, so, for the next four years at least, the kids woud be separated for the first time. This would be the beginning of an interesting growth period for all of them.
With evening coming on and still hours to drive to the motel, Kent pulled into a truckstop chain well known for its good food and clean restrooms. Kent claimed a booth and held it while Arthur and the girls used the bathrooms. When they returned, Kent took a walk saying,"Order me a Denver omelette, O.J., and whole wheat toast if the waitress shows up before I do, Dad."
"Will do, Son," replied Arthur, to his brother's disappearing back. To the twins he said, "That sounds good to me, too. What are you girls thinking about?"
"Banana pancakes, link suasages and whipped cream," they chirped in near unison.
Arthur laughed and said, "I should have guessed. Do you ever order anything else from a breakfast meneu?"
"We like bananas, and sausages, and whipped cream, Uncle Art!" Renee said with a grin.
Yes," added Rose slyly, but sometimes we mix it up and order that warm sticky syrup with the nuts..."
"...you know, Uncle Art, pecans." finished Renee.
Arthur, seated to face Renee, with Rose on his left to the outside of the booth bench, could not see Rose's left eye as she impishly winked at her sister, but he could not help hearing the mrth in her voice when she said, "Yes, that the one. Let's see if they have any. We'll get sticky nuts and creamy sausages with our pancakes!"
The waitress was finishing the order as Kent arrived and slid into the booth opposit Rose and beside Renee. "Oh, good, cofee is already here," he said. "Did you order the usual?" he asked, smiling at Rose and then at Renee.
"Yes," answered Renee but they didn't have the really good syrup we like..."
"..but," added Rose, "Uncle Art noticed they have pecan sweet rolls and we ordered a couple of them."
"Yep," said Arthur, "I can't let my nieces suffer. They need sticky nuts on their sweet buns."
"No," agreed Kent, "They deserve to be fully indulged." Both men laughed and reached arms behind and around the twins and hugged them tight.
Niether girl flinched from the close contact. In fact, each pushed herself sideways to jam up against the man next to her. Arthur and Kent felt the increased body heat along their legs and the warm bulging teen breasts pressing against their ribs. The family dynamic turned and took on new dimensions. Arthur pulled his arm back, looking across to Kent, who did likewise. Renee and Rose also exchanged glances without losing their dimpled smiles.
Renee brought her left hand, under the table top, across her body to drop on her father's left leg at mid-thigh. Turning and craning her neck, she kissed him on his cheek, enjoying the slight abrasion of his 5 o'clock shadow against her soft lips, and said, "Thank you, Daddy, for always being so good to us!"
Rose twisted on the bench toward Arthur, raised her left hand and laid her palm flat on his chest. Toying absently with his shirt button, she said, "and you, too, Uncle Art! We both love both of you so much 'cause you are always there when we need anything."
The waitress approached the booth as the brothers said "Thank you" to the twins. Mistaking the words to be directed to her, she said "You're welcome," delivered the food and departed. The family burst out laughing at this and then turned to their plates.
While the men ate quietly and steadily, the twins picked at, and even played with, their favorite breakfast. Rose carefully extracted all the banana bits she could find in her pancakes, pushed them into a pile and mixed them with the whipped cream. Sticking an index finger into the mess, she twirled it until it was coated and then pulled it up to her mouth and pushed the tip between her lips past her teeth and slurped. When her finger was clean, Rose pulled it from her mouth, scraped errant drops of cream from her chin and licked the finger clean again.
Meanwhile, Renee used a table knife to shave the pecans and caramel topping from her sweet roll and spread the goo thickly along the tops of her link sausages. Picking up the bumpy, sticky sausages with her finger tips, she dunked them in the pitcher of syrup next to her pancakes and stabbed them briefly into the whipped cream topping before she popped them whole into her mouth to chew and swallow.
Kent reminded them there was still a significant drive before they got to their waiting motel and the twins agreed to finish their meals in normal fashion. Soon they were all moving toward the Jeep when Renee broke into a sprint and yelled "SHOTGUN!" to claim the front passenger seat, leaving the back to Rose and a protesting Arthur.
"My long legs will probably cramp up back here," he complained, to no avail.
"You didn't call 'shotgun!' and I did, so too bad!" retorted Renee with a grin pierced by her pink tongue. "Besides, Uncle Art, "I'll move the seat up and you'll have oodles of legroom."
Rose tugged at his jeans' hip pocket and said,"It'll be OK, Uncle Art. If you get a cramp, Coach showed me how to rub it out."
Kent just shrugged, saying nothing as he got behind the wheel and started the motor. With seating assignments arranged beyond discussion, the quartet moved back onto the highway.
Rose wasted no time snugging up to her uncle in the back seat and asking,"Do you have enough room, Ucle Art? Do you think you're going to get all stiff and need to be rubbed?"
"Well, Honey, it's too soon to say," answered Arthur, "we'l just have to see how it goes. But, tell me, have you been keeping up with your rope jumping?
"Oh, yes, both Renee and I are totally running and jumping. We remember how important you said endurance and leg strength is for perfrmance."
"Good, that's good," Arthur said. He placed his right hand down into the footwell behind Kent's seat grabbing Rose's right calf just above her crewsock. "Flex, sweetie, let me feel your muscle."
Rose tensed her calf and Arthur moved his cupped palm up and down, clucking approvingly, "Nice." Continuing upward, he paused behind her knee and bent his wrist out encouraging Rose to move her left leg toward the door. As her knees and thighs gapped in response, Arthur's hand moved up under the loose leg hem of her cargo shorts.
"Now, your hams," Arthur said, sliding and gripping the back of her thigh as Rose again tensed her leg. "Mmm, yes," breathed Arthur, rotating his hand over her leg. Rose's shorts covered her uncle's hand, wrist and lower forearm. Fascinated, she watched his hidden paw move beneath the cloth like a small animal. "And your quads, sweetie," Arthur added, splaying his fingers out to squeeze that hard muscle, "Oh, yes, very nice, indeed. I am so pleased you are working out as we have discussed."
Increasing and decreaing his grip Arthur kneaded his niece's leg muscles up, down, over and under from her knee nearly to her buttocks. He was gratified to hear her small sharp intakes and short releases of breath as he rubbed. "Yes, Honey, I think you are definately coming along. What do you think?" Arthur asked.
"Oh, Uncle, yes, mmm...yes!" Rose gasped, then she slid back and away from so she lay flat across the rear seat. Her head was against the driver's side door and her right leg, with her uncle's hand still buried in her cargo shorts, extended over Arthur's lap. Rose's left leg was off the seat in the passenger side footwell with her foot flat on the floor and her knee at a 45 degree angle. Arthur slid his arm further under her shorts and extended his fingers locating the crease where thigh, pelvis and bottom met. He wiggled his fingertip to get under the right leg seam of Rose's panties and traced the line along her soft skin with his trimmed fingernail.
When Arthur heard her whimper, he quickly freed himself and brought both his hands to Rose's waist. Diving them under, and expanding, the elastic waistband, he yanked her shorts to her knees. Even in the dim halflight, Arthur could see a darker shadowed splotch on the front of Rose's panties, verifying her body's reaction to his touch was precisely as she had previously described to Renee.
"Hmmm," Arthur spoke in a low tone, "I noticed your tight glutes when I swatted you this morning, but your PJ's hid your abs." Hooking his thumbs under Rose's polo shirt's bottom hem, he pushed it up to perch on the bra covering her now heaving bosom. Arthur leaned forward and slowly stroked the flat of his right hand along Rose's stomach while his left hand gripped high on her extended leg, thumb pressed delicately against her soaked panties' crotch. Arthur paused his movements long enough to plant a quck kiss on Rose's navel, revelling in her pussy's scent filling his nostrils.
Rose squirmed and moaned under the attention. From the front of the Jeep, Kent asked, "Hey, is everything OK back there?"
"Oh, yeah, Son," Arthur said, "We're in fine shape back here." Looking up from his niece's tummy, he smiled, winked, and asked very softly, "Aren't we, sweetie?"
"y-y-yes, mmm... ooH!" Rose sputtered tremulously.
"Alright," replied Kent, "But let me know if I need to pull over. I don't want to clean up any puke!"
