Right (53) By Littlewing1957
Ennis pulled back a bit and admired Jack. He knew that we would never tire of feasting his eyes on every single inch of his lover. “Maybe we better do this some other time, Ennis.” Jack muttered as he lifted Ennis’ face upwards with a steady finger. “Dinner is ready,” He stammered. Jack didn’t want to move; was craving the wet touch, wanted the pleasure, the release. Ennis, instead, pulled Jack closer and gazed at his manhood. “I can have dinner here!” Ennis sighed and pointed at Jack’s swollen member. He always knew what to say, but it was a bad time. “Okay, Rodeo!” Ennis stated as he pulled himself up. “I’ll take my shower and meet you downstairs.”
The Twist clan was already seated at the kitchen table when Ennis bounded down the stairs. He took a moment to look over the surroundings before he entered the kitchen to join his newfound family. Ennis took in the stark white walls, devoid of family photos or artwork. He noticed the wooden cross hanging on the far wall of the living area. All very modest and humble, but it was a real home. Ennis felt very fortunate to be there. Most of his young life he prayed for a real home and a family. Any real chance at a happy childhood was cut short much too soon when his parents died. Perhaps now he could release his painful past and work on making a home. Home at last? Ennis certainly hoped so. He entered the kitchen and was warmed by the smiles that greeted him. Even Old Man Twist’s mouth was upturned in a half smile when Ennis entered the room. “Sit down, Ennis.” It was Mrs. Twist. “I made Jack’s favorite, and hope you like it.” Ennis took the seat nearest Jack and placed a napkin in his lap. “Anything you make is fine with me,” Ennis stated as he smiled at his hostess, and looked to Jack. Jack patted Ennis’ hand under the table, and passed him a bowl of peas.
Mrs. Twist entertained her family with tales of her childhood, and how she was the oldest of 3 girls born to a strict, Pentecostal Deacon. Jack and his Pa heard the stories a thousand times, but they hung on every word. Ennis listened with great interest as Mrs. Twist told him all about how she met John, and what Jack was like as a youngster. Mr. Twist was quiet throughout most of the meal, which was in character. But when he noticed a lull in the conversation, John Twist addressed Ennis, “Well, Ennis, I see you and Jack got enough wood to build the barn.” Ennis and Jack both nodded. “Well, I expect the two of you will be up tomorrow mornin’ early so we can get started?” “Yes, sir!” Both young men said in unison. Mr. Twist nodded and smiled a bit. He even complimented his wife on the rosemary chicken and the fixins. His wife blushed as she absorbed his compliments. “Can I help you clear the table, mother?” It was Mr. Twist turning toward his wife. “No, don’t bother sir,” Ennis started as he rose from his chair. “I’ll clear the table and do the dishes.” Mr. Twist grunted his assent and walked into the living area. Jack and Ennis cleared the table as Mrs. Twist put away the leftovers.
“Hey, Jack,” Roberta turned to her son as she covered what was left of the chicken with foil. “Yeah ma?” Jack said absently as he placed the unfinished peas in the fridge. “I can’t be sure, but I think I saw an old friend of yours yesterday driving down in front of the ranch.” Jack faced his mother and smiled at her. “Well, who do you think it was?” Jack asked. “Alan Sims.” Mrs. Twist answered. Jack’s smile faded a bit. Ennis noticed a definite tension at the mention of Alan’s name. He made a mental note to ask about this Alan Sims person when he and Jack were alone. “Alan Sims?” Jack repeated. “I haven’t seen or heard from him in years.” “Well, you know he works for a big accounting firm up in Cody now,” Mrs. Twist offered. “He only comes back every now and then to see his folks.” Jack wasn’t sure how he felt about Alan. They didn’t part on bad terms, but so much time had passed, and in Jack’s mind, each had moved on. “If I see his ma, I’ll tell her to have him come by and pay us a visit.” Mrs. Twist mentioned absently. Jack cringed but was silent. No need to worry about Alan now. He let the matter drop and led Ennis out of the kitchen. Ennis followed Jack into the living room where they found themselves alone. Mr. Twist was probably up in his bedroom, or walking around the grounds. Jack offered Ennis a seat in front of the TV, and they watched the news and a crime drama or two before Jack felt sleep calling him. “I think I’ll call it a night, Cowboy!” Jack whispered as he yawned audibly. “We got a big day ahead of us.” Ennis nodded and rose to his feet. He walked Jack to the staircase and watched as he climbed up. When Jack reached the top he instinctively turned around and looked at his lover. Ennis mouthed, “Come to me?” Jack nodded, turned and headed to his room. Ennis found Mrs. Twist and wished her a good night. He walked down to his basement room, convinced that he would likely have a good night - a very good night, indeed!