Road Trip Ch. 03: Rose and Renee

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!"

Renee, meanwhile, her earbuds in and her music up, was unaware of the outside world.

Arthur continued his progress. Sliding his right hand to Rose's panties' waist,he pressed her tummy enough to slip under the elastic. He arched his wrist, tenting the sticky material, and burrowed through her downy snatch to find the hooded button at the top of her pussy's slippery cleft.

Rose yipped, bucking her hips. "Shush, shush, Honey," Arthur cooed, his left hand under her ass and his right index finger embedded to the first knuckle in her slit, "we aren't there yet."

Bringing his hands out of her drawers, Arthur returned to Rose's upper pavilion. He pulled her polo until it was bunched under her arms and across her thoat latch. Rose excitely collapsed her arms around her uncle's neck as he pushed her bra cups above her swollen puffy nippples, releasing her imprisoned breasts to the custody of his palms.

"Rose, your pecs have developed very well, sweetie," Arthur praised her. His strong hands massaged her tits while he deliberately sucked first her left, and then her right, nipple. She raised her hands to the back of her uncle's head pulling him down hard, flattening his face on her crushed breast. Arthur's tongue danced teasing and twirling as his lips tugged her nipples until she bit his shoulder to avoid screaming.

Rose shook in convulsions. She held Arthur so tight her body ached. The delicious intense pleasure passed to become a warm glow allowing her to relax. "Oh, Uncle! That was amazing," she panted. When her breathing normalized, she asked, "Can we do it again? Soon? will it always be like this?"

Rose, sweetie," Arthur answered, "we can do it lots and maybe it will be like this or maybe it will feel even better. Who can say? But let's tidy ourselves up and rest until we get to the motel."

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About the time Arthur and Rose drifted into their naps, Renee pulled her earbuds out. Turning off her music, she tugged Kent's sleeve. "I'm super bored, Dad, are we about there yet?"

"No, not really, Honey," he replied, turning his head to give her an exaggerated 'sad face' look.

"Well, I've listened to all my music and I'm not sleepy or anything and it looks like Rose and Uncle Art are out of it," she said, not noticing the wry grin on her dad's face when she mentioned her uncle and sister. "Anyway I don't know what to do and it's too dark to look out the window!" She engineered her most effective pout and waited.

"Well, Honey," Kent responded, "I don'tknow what to tell you. I'm driving and I'm awake, so if you want to talk and keep me company, that would be nice."

"OK, I guess," Renee said in an uncertain tone. "Can I scoot over and sit on the console beside you? I promise I won't crowd you or mess with the gears or anything."

"I don't know," Kent objected, "It looks like a benchseat and the console is sturdy enough for sure, but there's no seatbelt."

"Oh Daddy! "Don't be like that!" reproached his daughter. "It's pitch dark and even if a policeman did see us I could get buckled up fast. Besides, you're a safe driver, hardly anyone's on the road and it's not like you were going to take us over a cliff or something!"

Renee's logic was not impeccable but her earnestness was implacable. With no more protest from her father she unbuckled and moved over. Renee leaned her upper body on Kent, her left arm along his neck on the seat back below the headrest. Her ass was perched on the console cover and her bent legs directed her knees to the dash, while her calves, ankles and feet were supported by the passenger seat.

True to her words, the "S-shape" of her posture was well clear of the floor mounted automatic transmission, but if she was not crowding him, Kent may have been crowding her. His right arm snaked around her back, along her right side, with his hand resting on her hip. In effect, the two appeared fused like the butter melting on the pancakes back at the truckstop.

Renee began to tell her dad about the latest changes to her Facebook page but, noticing he lacked enthusiasm for this, she changed her tack to engage him in a more serious discussion. "Dad," she started, "we can talk about anything, right? I mean you won't get stuffy or mad and you'll give me straight anwsers, right?"

"Sure, Renee," Kent answered, concerned where this was heading but smart enough not to indicate that concern. "What's up? Sounds like you have a problem..."

"Not exactly, Daddy," she continued, "but remember back at the restaurant when we were all laughing and hugging?"

"Yep," nodded Kent, "I don't recall what was funny but we were having a good time."

"Well, you know," Renee went on, "we were goofing around with our food and you and Uncle Art were talking about 'sticky nuts' and 'sweet buns' and stuff and I put my hand on your thigh and thanked you for being a Great Dad..."

"Yeah, I remember all of that," agreed Kent.

"...Well..." Renee paused to take a deep breath, casuing Kent's cock to twinge as he felt her lungs fill and push her left breast higher and more firmly on his side, "I had a funny feeling just then" she continued to confess, "and then...when I touched your leg, it was like a warm rock. It was hard and warm and it just made my funny feeling more 'funny' you know? Plus, I had that same feeling this morning, too, when Uncle Art was in our room helping us pack. He hugged us, like he does sometimes," Renee went on, "and he patted our bottoms when he left, like he's done lots of times, but this time was different. I got this 'funny feeling' kind of like I had to pee, but not quite."

Renee sucked in another deep breath and Kent felt another, stronger, twinge. She let out the breath and said, "Anyway, Rose said she felt 'wet' and I realized I did too, and that was part of it but not all of it. Then at the table I felt it again when we hugged and even more when I touched your leg. So, what's wrong with me, Dad? Am I turning into a weirdo or something?"

"Oh sweetie, sweetie, sweetie!" consoled Kent, patting her hip softly and rubbing her bottom in a light circle. "Absolutely nothing is wrong with you or weird. It's part of growing from a girl into a woman. How do you feel right now? You are cuddled with me. My hand is on your hip and your bottom. Is it weird?"

"No, it feels good," answered Renee, "Kind of warm all over and nice, but still a little 'funny' like I said before. It is a little weird and uncomfortable, too, because I want the feeling to be either stronger or to go away, if that makes any sense."

"That makes perfect sense, Honey," Kent acknowledged, "Shall we look into that paradox?"

"OK, Daddy, how?" asked Renee.

"I need more information and it will be important that you trust me, as you always have, and are honest if I ask you questions, even some very personal ones. Nothing bad will happen and it can be a fun game even though it will be serious,too." Checking back with his daughter, Kent asked "Do you understand and want to experiment and see if that feeling can be made stronger and to go away at the same time?"

"Oh, yes, Dad! Let's do it!" Renee assented eagerly, "What's first?"

"Alright, first," inquired Kent, "you said you felt 'wet,' so, what did you mean by that? Were you in a sweat, like after a ballgame? Were you drenched, like standing in a shower or a rainstorm?"

"Oh no, it was more a sensation thing, like, I felt damp or sticky. That kind of wet." she answered.

"Hmmm... where did you feel this sensation?" he pressed.

"Well, umm, like, between my legs, in my croch,...you know, in my, ummm, vagina," Renee stumbled bravely over the intimate information and her faced flushed with sudden heat.

"Ah. OK, I think I get it," Kent replied evenly. "Listen, sweetie, I am your dad, not a bioology book or a doctor, so let's, between us, use plain, non-technical, common language where we can, OK?"

"Um, OK." nodded Renee.

"OK then," continued Kent,"so, what do you call your private crotch area when you talk with Rose or your girlfriends at school?"

"Well, I call it my... 'pussy', or sometimes I say 'cunt' and so does Rose and my friends do, too." answered Renee nervously but without stammering.

"Alright, good!" praised Kent. "That's what I mean about plain talk. So I want to check and see if your pussy is at all 'wet' right now. Are you OK with that?"

"Ummm, I guess so," hazarded Renee. "How are you going to do that?"

"Watch and you will find out," answered Kent, moving his hand up from her ass to her waist. Tucking first his fingers, then his thumb and finally his whole hand under the elastic at the top of her shorts, he slid it, enjoying the silky texture of her panties, along the curve of her hip, back to its original position. Then, pushing his hand further rearward, he cupped her cheek and laid his fingers along the crack of her ass. Kent extended his reach until his middle and index fingers were parallel to, and rubbing on, her cotton clad cunt and his thumb depressed the cloth slightly into her anus.

Renee gasped. With this pressure on her pussy lips and asshole, her 'funny feeling' immediately reasserted itself.

"There, Dad, right...THERE! Unhh!" she panted, "I feel funny and wet right there."