Family Incentives (Frogger and Countoftuscany)

[CountofTuscany]

Okay, so it wasn't that bad. He and his sister had been sent away from home because, mainly, his parents wanted to have a second honeymoon without having to them leave the house. They made up lame excuses, like they wanted to make some repairs, or it'd be good if they went to a new place, with new airs, and all that garbage, he knew quite well that his mother and father had been getting it on. So, after a small pep talk about them going to their aunt's place, since she missed them so much, Alexander and his sister were off to go. He had been driving for about 6 hours now, as his sister slept in the co-pilot's seat. He had been listening to soft music as to not disturb her. He had been on the road much too long for one trip, but from what he remembered, there were only about twenty minutes left to his arrival. So, he pressed the gas further, to get even sooner.

Alexander was a tall and good looking young man. He was 20, so youth and energy still came out of his every pore. He had short brown hair, a rich peach colored skin, and a pair of dark green eyes. His smile was a killer, as was his tone of voice, a cool deep resonance. He was about 6'03" in height, and had a fairly toned body. Today he wore a regular plain, baby blue t-shirt and a pair of jeans and red converse. Nothing too shabby, he preferred to keep his attire simple and clean. He turned to the right at the exit, entering a small suburb town. He turned towards his aunt's place, hoping she'd be waiting for them with something to eat, he was starving!

 

[Frogger]

It has been a long six hours. Sure, it was nice to take in the new scenery…but after the first two hours, enough was enough. A person can only be confined for so long. Restlessness soon will creep into the bones and muscles, of course making things difficult to bear with. Why did their parents want a second honeymoon? Was the romance just not like how it used to be? If so, there was no need for lame, almost cliché excuses. It could even be seen as juvenile, really. Yet…the entire business could also be thought of as romantic and sweet. Nicole didn’t mind leaving the couple alone for a few weeks. Aunt Sherri was great though…definitely a little eccentric. Her home-cooked meals are simply to die for. One of the nicest, most generous women alive, it was always a pleasure to visit and catch up. It wasn’t very often visits can be paid to her, Uncle Darren, not to mention Cousin Tobey, after all.

Nicole began to stir at one point, fragments of thought drifting through her sleepy mind. At eighteen years old she was beautiful, naturally so. No makeup hid any features, nor tried to enhance them. In fact, unlike many her age, she didn’t bother with any. Dark brown hair fell against her cheeks in long, shimmering locks, the ends curling right under her breasts. Her eyes began opening, the brown orbs heavy with sleep and framed by thick lashes. “Mm…Perfect timing...” she noticed with a delicate smile. It wasn’t any less pretty, only more precious because of the moment it was born in. “I didn’t even have to ask if we were there yet…” The small burn mark on her right hand came into sight as she tucked a few pesky locks of hair behind her ear. Her words were followed by a playful wink.

Aunt Sherri walked out to the car as doors slammed shut. Though petite in stature, and fragile in looks, she was quite capable of doing whatever she has her mind set on. Her dark curls were cut right below the ears. Eyes dark green and shining brightly, nobody would guess that the woman was forty-five. “Hey! It’s about time you two got here!” After giving both her niece and nephew a hug, she stepped back with a smile. “I have lunch waiting inside…if you’re interested, I mean. I don’t know if you want any of my home-cooking…” Of course this was a long-time joke, seeing as how her cooking never did last long.

 

[CountofTuscany]

Alexander nodded and smiled as he parked into his aunt's house. It had been exactly as perfect as the last time he had been here. His sister was the first one to get out of the car, he himself was a bit tired, but got out of the car, ready to stretch. As he did, his aunt came into view, and he smiled happily. Wow, she hadn't changed one bit either. Alex walked his way around the car, to see the house in front of him, and his sister hugging with his aunt. He too finally gave her the hug, after it being such a long time. Alexander was speechless, as so many memories poured into his mind from this place.

Upon hearing the word 'food', Alex's eyes widened and smirked, "Yes!" He said rubbing his stomach, "I'm staaaaarving!" He exaggerated and laughed afterwards. "We can get the bags later, food first!" He insisted. He looked over her, as she was small, to the door, hoping to see his uncle and his cousin. "So... where is everybody?" He asked, looking back at his aunt. Sure there was something he had missed in all of this fuss, perhaps she would tell them. His uncle and cousin had gone out on a camping trip, leaving Aunt Sherri all alone, but no worries, she had her niece and nephew to keep her entertained and company. This was a detail their parents had forgotten to tell them and was part of the arrangement from the beginning.

 

[Frogger]

“Why don’t you come in first, honey? After all…food is calling your name.” Aunt Sherri playfully ruffled his hair, making the brown locks stick up everywhere. “Come on…I know you’re hungry. I could hear your stomach from a mile away.” Black curls tumbling this way and that, framing the woman’s lovely yet delicate features, which in turn made that lovely smile of hers more apparent. Upon closer inspection, a ring of gold could be seen within her dark emerald green eyes. A smile on her lips, even a dimple came out to play. “Nicole must be starving too. How long have you two been in that car…? I know the drive is long, but I didn’t know just how long…”

Nicole felt her own stomach grumble. “Uh, I guess I am…” she murmured, rosy pink crawling across her cheeks. It was embarrassing, yet there was nothing that could have done on the matter. Again dark brown hair tumbled into her eyes, only for her fingers to tuck the rogue strands behind one ear. “Let’s just go and eat, before Alex decides to try and bite into us.” Her tone playful, her eyes found those of her brother, only to wink. Smirk set into place, the young girl made it in the house first, her family following seconds later. The rich aromas hit noses, mouths watering shortly after. “Mm…That smells great, Aunt Sherri…” Nicole commented with obvious appreciation. Eyes closed, she deeply inhaled, a smile curving into existence. “Please tell me you made dessert…because I know that even if I stuff my face…I’ll be dying for some of your pie…or cake…or whatever it is you made.”

Aunt Sherri laughed, eyes bright and amused. “Mm…I don’t remember what I made, exactly… How about you kids go into the kitchen to find out…?”

 

[CountofTuscany]

The hairs on his head stuck up like the crown of a cock for a few moments, before he pushed them down back into regular shape with his hands. After a small laugh, he smirked and stuck his tongue out at his sister for making a joke, wrinkling his nose. Following aunt Sherri's petite body, letting Nicole lead them. It truly had been a long time since he had been here, stepping through door sent him further down memory lane. Now things had changed, he didn't quite remember that sofa, nor that expensive new lamp that sat quietly in a corner. Of course, now everyone had gigantic flat screen TVs on their walls, and surround sound systems invaded every home. "Oh, just about 6 frickin' hours." He blurted with a hint of sarcasm. Sure, six hours wasn't an eternity, but it was tiring to drive, and he could use something to fill his fuel tank. Yet it wasn't the surrounding that had caught his attention, it was that smell.

"Glady!" Alex commented, he took a large step forward, passing his aunt and sister into the kitchen. What lay before them was a Christmas miracle, okay not a Christmas miracle, just a grand work of art. The smells of her delicious meal, a splendid vegetarian lasagna spaced right next to one of the biggest pieces of meat loaf he had seen anywhere. It was a lot of food, and yet it didn't end there, buffalo wings and french fries sat in between bowls, all home made. Alexander couldn't help himself, letting a moan of pleasure escape his lips. "Wow!" He plunged forward to grab a bite at an already set table. Sitting down, he first grabbed a few french fries and some wings, setting it before him. He couldn't contain himself to leave his plate completely served before eating. His fork stabbed right through a couple of french fries sticks, and he stuck them right into his mouth. The flavor was even better than the smell, sending orgasmic eaves through his tongue. "Wow!" He said with the biggest grin he had wore in about 5 months. "This stuff is amazing! I doubt you taste half the taste of this." He said looking at his sister, replying to her comment finally.

He was in heaven, and with two of the most beautiful women he had seen. Now his aunt was wooing their hearts through their stomachs, and it was working!

 

[Frogger]

Lunch didn’t take very long to start…or to end. With two hungry teenagers, and an older woman, the food was gone in the blink of an eye. All that remained at the end were dirty dishes, maybe a crumb or two, and full bellies. Aunt Sherri relaxed back in her seat, black curls resting just so against her jaw while she stroked her stomach. “Mm…I have to say, that was really good…not that I’m tooting my own horn or anything.” Soft laughter followed those words. Though she is forty-five, her sense of humor was still intact, unlike most at her age. Her dark green eyes bright as gems, a smile splitting from ear to ear, she brushed a few strands of hair out of her face. “Anyway, I’m happy you kids enjoyed lunch. And Nicole, honey? I do have dessert waiting for us. It’s in the fridge cooling. That is, if you’re still interested in eating some...” An answer came quickly, and without words, for Nicole rose out of her chair without a word being said and walked back into the kitchen. It was only a few minutes later that the young girl emerged with a pie in hand.

“Found it, Auntie!” Nicole announced. Her dark brown locks flowing this way and that, every once in a while catching the light pouring in from outside, that natural beauty shone brighter than before. Her smile only made it more radiant. “Man…It has been way too long since I’ve had one of your pies… Oh! And this one is lemon meringue! That is my favorite!” Practically drooling over the treat, she took a long, very much appreciated sniff. “Mm…” Eyes rolling slightly, the girl quickly sat down at the table, already picking up a fork and knife. “Okay, this pie is mine! I don’t care what anyone else says! I am not sharing!” Their aunt began laughing, merely shaking her head in response. Curls bouncing about wildly, now she rose out of her seat, but for an entirely different reason than her niece. “Okay, okay…don’t worry; I’m not going to have any pie. I’m stuffed full. I think I’ll start doing the dishes waiting for me… Why don’t you kids go upstairs, and just relax? Today has been a long day, even though it has barely begun. Hm? How does that sound?” Her eyes met those of her sister’s children while she started piling up the dishes, making a big pile to carry. Of course she was going to need to make a couple trips, yet it’s all good. It isn’t that huge of a workload.

Nicole lifted her gaze. “Um…It sounds good, but are you sure that’s okay…? We helped eat lunch, we should help clean up the mess we made…” A hand brushed aside a few strands of hair, which just flowed about her shoulders again.