Chapter 1: The Picnic

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Incest, Brother, Sister,

Desc: Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1: The Picnic - Much later things get rekindled between them. <br><i>[sequel to Ellen]</i>

It was a little after nine when the telephone rang. I was in the den, planning our second honeymoon when my wife called up to me that my sister was on the phone and wanted to talk to me.

"Alright, Hon," I yelled out and picked up the black cordless from my desk and pushed the activation button.

"Yes?" I said, into the phone, hearing the click of Shelly, hanging up downstairs, as I did so.

"Hi," came my sister's unmistakable soft, whisper-like voice from the receiver. She didn't sound very upbeat like she usually did when she talked to me.

"What's wrong?" I asked, knowing something was amiss with her without her even having to say so.

"Are you alone?" she asked quietly, as if she didn't want anyone on her end to overhear. "Can we talk?"

"Sure," I said, feeling a sudden unease at her cloak-and-dagger demeanor. It wasn't like her to be secretive in any way. She had always been so very open with me and I could always tell what was going on with her... except, of course, for that brief, crazy time when we were teenagers.

I listened intently to the phone now. Waiting to hear what had her sounding so strange. But, for long moments, nothing came through the phone but the sounds of her labored breathing, as if she were trying to keep herself composed.

"Sis?" I finally asked. "Are you alright? What is it? Are you having trouble with Ted again?"

"No," she said abruptly and then "Yes." And I heard an unmistakable sob.

"Well, which is it? Yes or no?"

Now I heard her sniff loudly and then silence and finally a low, timid, "Do you remember what happened the day of the picnic?"

What happened the day of the picnic? How could I forget it? How could I EVER?

It was the annual, mid-August reunion and the whole family was there... uncles, aunts, cousins, Grandma Murtry. Mom was there and she seemed almost back to her normal self again. It had been a year since Dad had died and this was the first time all of the family had gotten together since the funeral.

I remember how hard that funeral was on my sister... all the crying she did. Ted didn't seem very supportive of her then. He seemed almost irritated by the whole thing and my sister's display of grief. I'm the one who ended up having to comfort her through the arrangements and the visitations and she practically ruined my black suit, crying so hard into it, at the funeral itself and at the dinner afterward.

My kid sister was the apple of Dad's eye and it was so apparent that she felt the same toward him.

His death was such a shock to everybody. A sudden, massive, heart attack at 59. Who would have expected it?

Ted wasn't at the picnic. He and my sister were having some serious problems. I don't know if it was his drinking or losing his job or if one had led to the other or vise versa. They hadn't seen each other since just after Christmas and my sister was quite put out that her husband had demanded (and got) their three kids for that weekend. This meant that my nephew and my two, sweet, little nieces weren't at the picnic to fawn all over their Uncle Dan as always.

I wasn't going to pass judgement on him or her. Shelly wasn't at the picnic either. We were separated ourselves then and had been for just over two months. She took Liz and Ellie, just after school let out, and went home to her mother's.

And why?

Because I caught her cheating on me with some asshole that sold leather-goods at the mall!

Can you imagine that? I catch HER and SHE gets mad at ME and leaves?

Anyway... the picnic...

It was a bright, sunny day, not too cool in the shade or too hot in the sun. We were all at a city park with lots of trees and picnic tables and a beach, down the grassy hill, for the kids to enjoy sunbathing and swimming.

I was sitting at Mom's picnic table, enjoying one of the Bass ales I had brought after I had emptied the picnic contents of both my mother's and my uncle Ralph's car trunks.

"Thank you, son," Mom said as she smoothed the red-checkered tablecloth over the lacquered surface of the picnic table. "I'm so glad you came... what with Shelly running off and all."

"Oh, MA!" I protested, looking around to see that nobody was listening in.

"I never trusted that one," Mom went on. "I could always see that she had a roving eye..."

"It was partly my fault," I cut in before I took another swig of Bass.

"YOUR fault? What did YOU do?"

"I should have paid more attention to her, I guess."

"More attention," Mom said with a sarcastic tone. "She should have kept herself busy enough taking care of you and the girls, Daniel."

"Mom, Shelly was a good mother to the girls."

"Good mother," Mom snorted. "Shelly was NEVER a mother like your sister. THERE'S a woman who CARES about her children AND her husband."

"Yeah, Ma," I nodded.

Mom tossed down the towel she had been wiping the tablecloth with and said, "And LOOK at what happens to the poor girl! Her husband drinks and is abusive to her and their children and finally he moves out on her!"

"I know, Ma. But it was a rough couple of years for Ted..."

"Just moves out with not even so much as a how-do-you-do and leaves your poor sister so devastated."

"Well I don't know if she was exactly devastated..."

"She cried for two weeks!"

"She cries a lot, Ma."

"With a no good husband like that, who wouldn't cry?"

"Look, Ma. The last year has been tough on all of us."

"Not as much on you, Daniel. You're strong. You can handle a little strife now and then. You've always been that way. But your sister..."

"Yeah. I know."

"First she loses her father and then her husband..."

"She'll survive. Ted's not DEAD. They'll get back together..."

"You don't see her and talk to her as much as I do, son. You don't know. She's very distraught and very close to doing something..."

"Close to doing WHAT, Ma?" She had my attention now.

"I don't know. But that poor girl needs a break from all this, Daniel. Mark my words: she needs a little dose of love and happiness right now."

I shrugged and took the last sip of my ale. "Don't we all," I said, looking up to see my mother's attention taken by something behind me. I turned to see my sister's blue Taurus pulling up to the picnic area.

"Hey!" Mom was yelling now and waving her dishtowel. "We're over here!"

My sister pulled in to a vacant spot and then I watched as the car door opened and she got out.

"I see you," she called, closing the door so that I could now see her and the pink half-top and matching shorts that she was wearing.

She looked good, as always. Her straight blonde hair shown radiant to her shoulders and kept back by the sunglasses tilted up on the top of her head. She was smiling broadly as she walked and waved to us, stopping only for a moment to avoid the two kids who came running across her path chasing after an errant Frisbee.

I hadn't noticed lately how tall my sister was and how thin and long legged she still appeared and how graceful her walk. Her face, though it had lost many of its freckles, was still so youthful and bright even though she was now thirty-five. And, in spite of her having three children, her exposed midriff revealed very feminine curves and a still firm, flat stomach. She somewhat resembled the actress Gwyneth Paltrow, I thought, having just seen her in the movie 'Shakespeare In Love'.

"Hi," she said in her soft, cheery voice as she reached the table and kissed our mother.

I stood to receive my offered kiss, smelling my sister's familiar, girlish aroma as she pressed her soft lips to my cheek.

"How you been, Danny?" she asked as she pulled back and smiled into my face. It was a warm smile that I could see would easily shatter if I said the wrong thing to her.

"Fine, Sis. All things considered."

Her smile did fade quickly. "Heard from Shelly?"

"Spoke to her on the phone last week. She might let me take the girls, for a weekend, next month."

"That would be nice," she said.

"And what about you? Any news from Ted?"

"He's going to AA."

"He needs it," Mom chimed in. "Now sit. Sit with your brother and me and enjoy the picnic, Ellie."

Ellen sat down next to me and settled herself, looking around at all the family members who were yelling out greetings to her as she waved back and called out their names.

"Everyone's here," Mom said and then she corrected herself and added, "well, almost everyone."

Ellen looked across at Mom and then turned to me and forced her smile to return and said, "I'm a little thirsty. Is there anything to drink, Danny?"

"I brought beer," I said, knowing that she didn't much care for it.

"No thanks. You know what effect even a little alcohol has on me."

My sister was never a good drinker. I had been told that just a beer could make her lose control and two would knock her on her ass.

"That's all I brought. Sorry, I wasn't thinking."

"Your Uncle Ralph brought some lemonade," Mom said. "Aunt Louise made it fresh. I'll go and get you some."

"Thanks, Mom," Ellen said and we were alone at the table with me suddenly aware that my sister's warm, curvy body was sitting right against me on the picnic table bench, my naked thigh touching hers.

It brought many past memories suddenly streaming into my head. Memories of Ellen and me and that sexy body of hers and what I did with it during that time of adolescent, sexual discovery that we shared with each other.

Now don't get me wrong. Ellen and I weren't from Arkansas or retards or anything like that. We just sort of stumbled into discovering the joys of sex with each other when I was seventeen and she was fifteen. I'm sure that hundreds of thousands of brothers and sisters experimented the same way as we did. It started sort of innocently with me playing around with her a little (and her liking it) and progressed to where we attempted (and actually had) sexual intercourse a few deliciously thrilling times. Then, for whatever reason, we just stopped and went about meeting other people and going on with our lives.

I often wondered though, throughout these past twenty years, if Ellen ever thought about what we did as much as I have. And, if she did, were they happy memories for her (that made her horny to think about like they did for me) or were they tragic memories that made her ashamed of herself and sick to her stomach?

However she felt about what we did as teens, she never, ever mentioned it to me and I often wondered; did she ever tell anyone? For instance did she ever tell her husband in an unguarded moment of sexual delirium?

The way Ted is (so wave-the-flag, conservative, hunting, gun-nut, Irish-Catholic) I bet she never did. If she had, I'm sure Ted would have come after me and killed me. He's the type who would have demanded a chaste, virgin bride and would have gone ballistic if he knew that I had taken her cherry. (But do brothers count?)

I sure never told a soul about it. Not even Shelly.

Shit, who would EVER share that kind of information, about themselves, with anyone?

That's why I think a lot more brother-and-sister sex goes on than anyone ever knows about.

"You're so quiet. What are you thinking about, Danny?" Ellen's voice, next to me, suddenly took me from my thoughts.

"Oh," I said, leaning away from her to both hide the bulge that was developing in my pants and to take another ale from the cooler, "nothing, Sis. I was just thinking about when we..."

"Here's your lemonade," Mom's voice suddenly came from behind us and she was handing my sister a large, pink, plastic tumbler, the contents of which clacked cooly with the sound of jostling ice cubes.

"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 sister 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 kids 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 sister asked, hugging my arm to her for support as she often did.

"I wish I knew, Sis. 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 kids?"

"Yeah," I said, remembering that and all of the other things we did together and we started to walk.

"You kids have fun," Mom called to us, "and I'll clean up while you're gone."

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