THE PICNIC
Date: 2/9/2017,
Categories:
First Time
Mature
Taboo
Author: brianbigdogsmith
... "Thanks, Mom," Ellen said and then she twisted her upper body around and called, "Thanks Uncle Ralph." I heard my uncle call back something unintelligible as I opened my Bass and took a long, cool swig. "Ellie," Mom said as she opened her old fashioned picnic basket, "we better get the food on and have our lunch." "Sure, Mom," Ellen said as she got up, "I'll help you." My mom and s****r put out a nice meal of cold chicken, relishes and potato salad (which Ellen had made) as I finished my second beer and chatted with my cousin Steve who had come over from Aunt Leona's table. He (as usual each year) was selling raffle tickets for my uncle's lodge (who were the sponsors of this annual picnic). This year's grand prize was a 48" television and I bought ten tickets at a buck apiece. "Every year you do that," my mother scolded me, as Steve walked away with my signed ticket stubs and my money, "and you never win a thing, Daniel." "I know, Ma," I said, reaching for a chicken leg, "but maybe this year, huh?" "There's always hope," Ellen said cheerily as she sat back next to me, again the warm, soft, tanned skin of her leg against mine. We ate quietly for a time, enjoying the food and the outdoors and the happy sounds of a park full of picnickers on a summer's day. "Are you staying the night with me, Ellen?" Mom asked. "I don't know, Mom. I'd like to get back home tonight in case Ted ...
... calls." "Ellen Marie," Mom said, trying to control her anger. "You promised me." "I know," Ellen said sheepishly, like she did when we were k**s and mom scolded her. "Were you lying to me when you said you'd stay over?" "No, I wasn't lying, Mother. I brought my suitcase and overnight bag." "Ellen," Mom said, changing to her nurturing voice, "I just want you to have a break from that empty house of yours. Stay with me tonight and we'll watch TV and make popcorn..." "But what if tonight's the night that Ted finally decides to call and tell me that he's coming home?" "That's NOT going to happen, Ellen." "What do YOU think, Danny?" my s****r asked, hugging my arm to her for support as she often did. "I wish I knew, s*s. I really do. But I agree with Ma that you shouldn't go home tonight. I do know that." Mom smiled across at me for taking her side and I got up from the table to stretch and let all the food I had eaten settle. "I'm going for a little stroll," I said. "Can I tag along?" Ellen asked, getting up from the table. "You want to go with me?" Ellen smiled at me as she took my arm, "Sure. Don't you remember when we used to run all over this park together as k**s?" "Yeah," I said, remembering that and all of the other things we did together and we started to walk. "You k**s have fun," Mom called to us, "and I'll clean up while you're ...