Savory Sixteen
Chapter 1: The Plan
Tags: romance, consensual cann, rape, incest, ff, ffm, teens (13+)

Hi, my name is Joy and this is the story of how the Dolcett County tradition of a 'Savory Sixteen' birthday party got started.

And just so we're super clear, this isn't going to be one of those light, feel good snuff stories, like the ones about Sindey's fans or that idiot Jessica. And it's not going to be one of those sadistic torture tales, which I have definitely never jilled off to. This shit is gonna get real. 'Cause this is what really happened. (That's just an expression; there isn't any scat in this story.)

Another thing, I'm telling the whole story, so if you're just here for the juicy bits, you'll have to be patient.

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I'm not actually anyone all that special: brown hair, a tight waist, B cup breasts, with a typical cheerleader body that could've easily gotten me a boyfriend, if I'd ever wanted one. I'm the middle of five girls in a family that can never afford the designer clothes which would give me a shot at belonging with the popular cliques, but somehow, I ended up best friends with the richest, sexiest girl in school, Brittany Hill, since basically forever. Like, she's so sexy she could probably get away with murder by just batting her sexy emerald blue eyes at the judge, or something.

Um, that's not foreshadowing, or anything. And we are definitely, just friends, so you can just forget anything you read into how many times I just said "sexy." Really, I know you guys reading this are perverts, but it's not like that.

I guess this story started on a Friday about a month after my exceedingly dismal sixteenth birthday. I mean, I'm pretty sure Mom and Step-Creep have no idea that I even had a birthday. My younger half-sisters did manage to only almost burn down the house making me a present, which was kind of sweet, but even if the "worlds bestist sister" mug they cobbled together out of who knows what could hold water, I don't think I would be able to actually drink from it. God, that thing smelled weird. Don't ever tell them, but I ended up throwing it away at school before someone saw me with it.

Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah, that fateful Friday. I had barely even gotten home from school before mom and my oldest sister started a shouting match in the kitchen, and between shouts I'm pretty sure I could hear my other big sister sobbing. When I checked in the room I share with the younger ones, I found that they were already in the corner, covering each other's ears, just like I taught them. Good girls. Given how thin the walls are in this tiny dump and how often there were things I had to try to protect them from hearing, this was a well practiced routine for them. I could see I wasn't needed here, so I stuffed some clothes in my backpack and didn't say a word to Mom before leaving for my best friend's house.

This story really doesn't have anything to do with my family, so I'll spare you the details, but their argument boiled down to a couple words which seem to have lost all meaning to our loving parents. Those words are "no" and "know." Mom constantly doesn't acknowledge "knowing," and Step-Creep consistently doesn't acknowledge... well, you can figure it out from there. At this point I'd actually given up asking permission to spend the night at my bff's place, since, I figure, if "no" doesn't mean anything in this family, it doesn't really matter if I ask or not. With everything going on, they seemed to have mostly forgotten I existed, so they probably didn't even notice whenever I disappeared like this.

Enough about them. By the time I pulled up to my bff's freaking mansion on my bike, I had mostly forgotten about them, too.

Brit always laughs when I call it a mansion; apparently they are only "slightly rich". She has some extended family who are "actual rich" and live in an "actual mansion," but by my poor ass standards, she still lives in a mansion.

This weekend was going to be GOOD. We were going to be planning Brittany's "Sweet Sixteen Birthday Party to End All Parties and Go Down in History as Totally Epic." Aside from the scale of the guest list, so far most of what we had figured out for sure was pretty tame, but Brit had been hinting all day that she had some ideas that would elevate it to a level which would live up to the title.

We rushed right up to her room in what I think of as the Girls' Wing of the place, with a huge room each for Brit and for her little sister, Mandy, a guest room, along with their own kitchenette, bathroom, and play room with just about anything you could want. These plans were top secret, so we made sure to lock the door, so a certain nosey brat doesn't barge in, like usual. I mean, she's kind of ok for a gangly fourteen year old nuisance, but we really couldn't risk these plans getting out too soon. The party was two weeks away and managing that delicate balance between suspense and surprise was key in something of this scale.

I should probably tell you a little more about Brittany. She is a blonde, blue eyed goddess with her pick of the guys at school, including the upperclassmen and teachers. Her perfect body and unstoppable personality easily won her the position of cheer captain, although we may have made some enemies among the other popular girls to get her there. I know some people call her an entitled bitch, but they are totally wrong about that. I know her better than anyone and she is totally perfect, from her sensually silky hair, to her heavenly, naturally perky tits, to her sexy, athletic legs, and right down to her cute, flawlessly pedicured toes. Today she was wearing white shorts that showed off every curve of that perfect butt and a designer top showing enough cleavage to get lost in. Her matching lip gloss made her mouth look so inviting, I could just--No! Stop that! Remember, I am not in love with Brit. I don't really blame you for forgetting for a second, I have to remind myself sometimes, too.

She had some food for us to munch while we talked, but given the conversation that went with it, I have no recollection what kind of food it was.

Brit was already in full planning mode, "My tailor says the dress for the grand finale will be ready for a fitting on Thursday, but I'm still not sure about that one we had picked out for greeting people as they arrive. I think I need something more revealing, just to get the mood going."

I like the sound of that. "Sure... just what kind of mood are we aiming for, then?"

Her grin was that same one she always has when scheming something diabolical.

"Oh, just the kind of mood that leads to an orgy."

An orgy. I thought With Brittany. And me.

I kept my head, "Well, that's going to be memorable. Actually wait, although I have a lot of faith in what your body in the right dress can do to all the guys, I'm pretty sure we're going to need to get some girls on board for this to go anywhere."

"Yeah, I have some ideas on how we can get a bunch of the freshman girls to play along," she said smugly. "But, even an off the rails orgy isn't nearly enough to get in the history books. I mean, orgies at sweet sixteen parties are so common I bet people would be disappointed if we didn't go at least that far."

It was kind of hard to focus after an image of Brit in an orgy got into my head, but I was mostly still following along.

"It sounds like you have something more epic in mind," I said slowly.

Brit looked me over appraisingly, with an odd look in her eye. "Yes, I think I do."

Wait, did she just check me out? No, I must have misread her expression. Actually, I think she looks.. nervous? I considered.

"Well, don't just leave me hanging." I prompted out loud.

Yes, definitely nervous. I realized.

She bit her lip in that way that I love so much it gives me goosebumps. (Ok, fine, I admit it. But, if Brit finds out the truth, I would literally die, so keep it between you and me.)

She finally spoke, "You know those rumors that have been going around about people cooking and eating girl meat?"

My jaw slipped off like it was skipping class to get to a sale.

I picked it up and put it to work. "No. There's no way those stories are for real. I mean, somebody has got to just be making it up. That couldn't really happen."

"They aren't just stories," she said knowingly, "I've asked around. Agnes has eaten girl meat. Her dad brought it back from one of those 'special' private dinners he has with some business partners. She says it's every bit as good as the rumors claim."

Agnes was her even richer second cousin, or first cousin twice removed, or something. I never really liked her the few times we met, but I don't think she would lie about something like this.

"Plus, I overheard Mom and Daddy talking about people they know who've tried it. I'm sure it's real."

My mind was struggling to accept all this and I was getting a feeling in my gut that I can't really label. Not horny. Not hungry. I don't really know.

"But, even if all that is true, how would you even get, well, a girl, to.. you know?"

"I was kind of hoping I could find a volunteer," she said softly without looking at me.

I stared. "You can't really be serious, can you? Who would-"

It hit me why she wasn't looking in my eye. Fuck.

She sighed and finally looked at me, pleading. "Yes. And I know this is a hell of a lot to ask, but you're really the only one I can count on to help me with something this important. I mean, if we pull this off, this party is really something that would be remembered forever. Like, in history books for real."

Her mouth turned into that irresistibly sexy smile of hers. "You're my best friend. Every time I needed help, you were right there for me. I honestly can't think of anyone else I could ask."

It was true, we'd been through everything together.

She kept going, "I'll do anything for you, too. You name it, it's yours."

She really means it. So, how much am I willing to do for her? I thought.

"And honestly, you look so good you are making me hungry just looking at you," she teased lightly, licking her lips.

"Yes." I would literally die for her.

She was caught off guard by this, clearly expecting to have to work harder to convince me.

"Yes, you can cook and eat me for your party." I couldn't believe how turned on it made me to say that.

Her mouth moved some without any sound, as if it had missed the note saying the pitch had ended early.

"I want you to tell everyone at school we're dating." I rushed out before she could find words to send down to her mouth.

If I am going to die in two weeks, I realized, I might as well go for broke.

"I don't mind if you just say it and we don't even do anything, but I've loved you for a long time, and it's okay if you don't feel that way, but I wanted to tell you; I want to tell everybody; I want to scream it from the rooftop; 'cause you're everything to me and you are so amazing and beautiful,-" I'm taking too fast, but I can't slow down, "-every day I pinch myself because I can't believe I get to even be near someone as incredible as you; every girl at school is jealous of how sexy you are; I mean, I get so turned on every time you smile,-" oh god why can't I stop? "-you're the only one I think about; with those tits that are in my every dream; those sexy lips that I can barely keep from claiming for myself; and you-"

I finally stopped because her lips got in the way of mine. Wait! She's kissing me! Kiss her back, you idiot!

An eternity later when we parted, we were both out of breath.

"Fuck. That was hot," were the sultry words that pulled me back from the gates of heaven. I could've died happy after that kiss, but the look in Brit's eye promised more. Much more.

I'm still not sure how we ended up in her bed with our clothes scattered everywhere a second later, but that's where I encountered an even more desirable set of pearly gates.

That night was truly magical. Neither of us had ever done anything like that, at least not with another girl (Brittany certainly wasn't a virgin, but I try not to think about that), but we managed to send each other to heights I never imagined.


I know you guys want to know every sexy detail, and I said I'd tell you the whole story, but I'm keeping the memory of our first time all for myself.

I promise, there will be other times which I will share, in detail. Patience.