Chapter 17: STEWING

“You appear to be rich already. Look at your clothes and your car. Your perfume alone, is probably worth a buck a whiff.”

“Peanuts. Just milking a few small opportunities.”

“Okay, I’m willing to be convinced. Show me a peanuts winner. Come with us to Wilmington. We can plan a few capers during the vacation.”

“Thank you, I would love to. I will! We’ll take both cars.

“I’m sorry, but there simply isn’t enough room in the limo, to fit everyone in. We will need both cars. Some of you will need to ride in the SUV.”

“I’m driving the SUV. Who’s riding with me.”

Sammy’s call for volunteers, results in an insulting silence.

“I am coming with you, Mommy.” Linda volunteers. I follow suit and volunteer too. Sammy’s pleased.

That leaves the limo available to Grandma and the two teens. The young brides are happy with the arrangement, except Daddy isn’t riding with them, to idle away the road miles with naughtiness.

Grandma is enchanted with the luxurious car, but concerned with the muscular automaton chauffeur. It’s likely Missy and Paula will end up naked and sexually playful with each other.

Is there any assurance, they won’t all end up alligator lunch, dead and raped, in some Okefenokee Swamp quicksand pool, along the way? The girls are attentive to Linda’s response.

“The automatons don’t blink an eye at human nudity. They are alert for orders and dangers. Otherwise, a naked woman is an object. If it doesn’t need cleaning, painting or moving, it’s of no interest. They aren’t equipped or programmed for sex.”

Grandma is secretly disappointed at Linda’s explanation. Their ruggedly handsome chauffeur certainly looks like he could show a girl a good time. The teens are convinced to abandon teasing plans. Being ignored isn’t any fun.

“I suggest we let one of the Dano-bots chauffeur the SUV Mommy. They have built in radio communications between them. Guarantees, we stay together and stop together. The greatest benefit, is you can interact with Erik and me, without the distraction of driving yourself.”

“Planning on seducing your Mommy, Linda?”

“Don’t I always, unless you seduce me first?”

“Don’t forget me! I respond favorably to being seduced.”

I was looking forward to arriving in Wilmington, and now the trip itself is promising points of interest all along the way.

“Any chance your sisters will unexpectedly show up, at the last minute?”

“None.”

“And why is that such a firm conscientious assertion?”

“They don’t appreciate Grandma’s cooking. Think white women can’t do justice to southern style cooking,”

“That’s a silly prejudice! Who makes Brunswick Stew better?”

“They insist it’s only a succotash casserole unless it has canned tomatoes in the recipe. Grandma calls their tomatoey recipes, fucked up, wanabe chili, MISCARRIAGES.”

Mamma’s Tomato-less Brunswick Stew

1 ½ cups chopped onions

1 large stalk celery, chopped, or two teaspoons celery seeds

1 ½ cups chopped green bell or yellow banana peppers

1 ½ pounds ground pork (optional if using venison)

2 pounds lean ground beef, or venison. Replace the ground pork, if missing, with equal weight additional lean venison.

1 (3 pound minimum) whole roasted chicken, deboned and shredded. Rabbit or other similar game may substitute.

3 (14.5 ounce) cans baby lima beans with liquid. Or precook 1 pound pkg dried baby limas with half pound cubed salt pork. Better than the canned beans.

3 (14.75 ounce) cans cream style corn, or better yet, a large pkg frozen whole kernel corn, creamed in a blender.

1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce

1 teaspoon hot sauce or a sprinkle of dried Pizza peppers

salt and pepper to taste

Simmer for four hours, and refrigerate over night. Important for true flavor, to wait until second day. Gently reheat on following day. careful not to scorch, constantly stirring. Serve over lightly toasted Cuban bread rounds ( BEST) or toasted French bread rounds.

“Haven’t tried your sisters recipes. I’d like to taste them, for comparison. They’ll have to be special to top this!”

“I’ll pass on the message. You want to taste them. You haven’t yet even met your other sisters, have you?”

Giggly girls! Don’t know when I’m being serious. Sisters?

“We are more than half siblings. My sisters, are yours too.”

“How do you figure?”

“We have the same father. That makes us half siblings. We share the same father as your Mom and Grandma. I’m half sister to them also. You and I are related on both your father and mother’s sides. Calculating the ratio is difficult, but we are definitely some improved percentage sibling relationship, greater than half. My sisters are full siblings excepting Missy is only a tiny bit less than a full sister. You’re being her father, isn’t a dose of outside genes at all. Just a reinforcement of the family connection. So, my FULL sisters, Twyla, Merle, and Elaine, are your nearly full sisters, because I’m your nearly full sister.”

“And Missy is my sister too?”

“It’s too confusing to sort the whole mess out. She’s your daughter. That’s a fact. No question there. And soon to be one of your wives, no question about that, either. Do you need more reason to love her to pieces?”

“You’re a wise woman Linda. I’ll just love Missy to pieces, one piece at a time.”

Giggly girls! Don’t know when I’m being serious.

“Can I come around there, and sit on your lap, Daddy? I’ll give you a piece of me right now!”

Her offer gives me an immediate hardon, but I decline fucking her at the table. Brunswick Stew is only cooked once a year, for the traditional joint family birthday party. Missy’s pussy will be available everyday of the year, I hope.

Linda sits closer beside me than necessary. Under cover of the antique lace table cloth, she reaches over and massages my obvious lump. Whispers to me her plans for us when we’re in the car. I nod agreement, while continuing to chew. A whole year waiting for more Brunswick Stew is a long wait.

“Why isn’t Uncle Warren eating with us today? When do your cute body guards get to eat?”

Paula has a good heart. From whom, I can’t imagine. Maybe from Grandma, skipping a couple intermediate generations.