a 'little' snack attack

THe twins nodded dramatically when he suggested another shopping trip, but the truth was, they knew no more about him than he did about them. Their parents rarely spoke to or about Jack, and the last time they'd seen him they'd been babies. Nothing to connect the two chubby-cheeked toddlers to the voluptuous women climbing out of his car now, though, their hair streaming in messy curls down their backs as they bent over to pull bags out. They didn't know how much money he made, or what he did for a living, didn't know about his wife, didn't know much of anything, but they seemed happy and helpful with him, affectionate, trusting, obedient... good girls!

They did crack up with his comment, though, hugging him one after another and hurrying inside with calls of, "We'll make you something!"Why don't you go get settled?"

Inside, he found no bags but one girl at the stove heating up a skillet, a package of cold cuts, an onion, and a jar of barbecue sauce in front of her, her hips swaying to the music that was pumped through the whole house. For just a moment her knees went weak, but she recovered quickly, shaking her head a little as the subliminals started. "I assume this is all stuff you like, Uncle Jack? I mean I figure you wouldn't have it in the house otherwise?" The knife in her hand flashed, taking the top off the onion perfectly as she sliced pretty, thin rings off the root. A second later her sister came down the stairs again and opened the fridge. "Would you like a beer while you wait?" Bent over at the waist again, making her denim stretch dangerously over her ass, pulling at the seams. She pulled out a couple of root beers, though, passing one to her sister. "Then we can go swim, right?"