Okay, here I am again with a second story. This one will take considerably more time, though. It's a slow burner, a work in progress. I'm still actively writing and rewriting it. But I thought I'd share the first chapter with you. Just let me know what you think, I hope you like it.


TO THE END AND BEYOND
A Sidneyverse Story

Cast:

Natalie Robinson (daughter): 12 years
Michael Robinson (father): 40 years
Stephanie Robinson (mother): 27 years
George Robinson (brother of Michael): 42 years
Laura Robinson (bride and daughter of George and Paula): 17 years
Peter Robinson (son of George and Paula): 13 years
Phoebe Robinson (daughter of George and Paula): 6 years
Paula (dead ex-wife of George, mother of Laura, Peter, and Phoebe): 35 years

These are the main family members, that will appear during the story (or at least will be mentioned). More characters will be added while the whole thing progresses.



First Chapter


Breathing heavily and with her heart pounding, twelve-year-old Natalie Robinson sank back into the pillow and moaned excitedly. She ran a hand over her sweat-drenched forehead, swiped away a strand of her shoulder-length blonde hair and stared at the ceiling of her parents' bedroom with a happy smile on her lips.

“Wow, Mom... that was awesome! What you did with your tongue at the end... Just… awesome.”

Her mother Stephanie, who was just as naked as her daughter, propped herself up on her elbows between her wide-spread legs and smiled happily at her. She gave her a mischievous wink and brushed a dark curl from her forehead.

“Seems like I've still got it.”

“Definitely...” breathed the little girl, letting out a long, satisfied sigh. Her mother got up on her knees, looked at the bed sheet, and shook her head with a grin.

“Gosh, you squirted so much, the sheet is soaked.”

Natalie smiled sheepishly, but then just shrugged and pointed to her mother's lips and cheeks, where the evidence of her arousal glistened in the sunlight.

“Not just the sheet.”

Then she bit her lip and tilted her head.

“Should I return the favor?”

The sight of her naked mother, who at twenty-seven still looked extremely hot, made her mouth water. Admiringly, her gaze wandered over the small, firm breasts with those dark brown nipples, which she had recently sucked on so devotedly. And she noticed how her pussy, which had just been twitching from orgasm, was already pulsing with excitement again. She was looking forward to crawling between her mother's thighs and diving for a particular pearl. But to her surprise and gentle disappointment, she only shook her head.

“Maybe later. I'd like to discuss something with you first. Would that be okay?”

Nattie nodded and sat cross-legged at the head of the bed. She placed her hands in her lap and looked at her expectantly.

“Sure. What is it?”

Stephanie brushed a sweat-drenched strand of hair from her forehead and sat down opposite her in a similar position. Then she sighed and, almost shyly, sought her gaze.

“It's… quite serious.”

The expression her mother gave her sent a shiver down Natalie’s spine. Rarely had she seen such seriousness in those beautiful brown eyes before, except for when she had done something wrong and was about to be lectured. But for one thing, she couldn't remember breaking any rules, and for another, her mother would hardly have elicited such a passionate orgasm from her, if she had intended to scold her afterwards.

“Did something happen?”

“Not yet,” Steph shrugged. “It's up to you whether that changes.”

The girl frowned in surprise.

“Now I'm curious.”

Her mother folded her hands in her lap and sat up straight. She seemed to be preparing herself for what was about to come, and the thought made her daughter a little nervous.

“Well, here it comes... You know that your Uncle George is getting married again soon.”

“Duh… of course, I know. We were at his engagement party, after all.”

Natalie smiled as she thought back to the wonderful party a few months ago, at the beginning of summer. She remembered the great food, which they had to thank Aunt Paula for, George's wife. Or perhaps rather ex-wife she thought. And she remembered the gorgeous dress worn by the new bride, Laura, the couple's eldest daughter. Even today, her heart still pounded with excitement when she thought back to the divorce ritual. But before she could lose herself even more in the romantic image of her aunt, naked in front of her husband with a wreath of autumn leaves in her hair, her mother brought her back to the here and now.

“Well, he contacted me recently and asked me if you might be interested...”

Steph's voice faltered, she bit her lip, and lowered her head. Her daughter gave her a questioning look.

“What?”

She wasn't used to her mother, a world-renowned author of erotic literature, being so at a loss for words. But again, Steph just shrugged and gave her an almost shy look.

“Well, he wanted to know if you might be interested in... playing a special role at his wedding.”

Nattie breathed a sigh of relief. She had been afraid that something bad had happened. But this sounded like something she might actually enjoy. At the engagement party, she had already had a special surprise for her beloved uncle and cousin, which they had both really loved.

“Really? What does he have in mind? What am I supposed to do? Dance again? Like at the engagement party?”

The butterflies in her stomach started fluttering again as she remembered how she had slowly undressed in front of the assembled guests to the beat of the music and performed a hot little dance routine that she had rehearsed with her mother for weeks beforehand. The performance had been extremely well received and had led to some pretty hot moments after the party...
But then her mother shook her head, even though she gave her a beaming smile.

“Oh no, he loves to see you dance, but that's not it. Even though it has something to do with it… in a way.”

Now a little confused, Nattie frowned. She was slowly running out of ideas.

“Okay...?”

And finally, after a few final seconds of tense silence, her mother took a deep breath. She seemed to want to get it over with, because she cleared her throat and fixed her daughter with a firm gaze. And then she uttered the words Natalie would have least expected at that moment.

“Well, he and Laura were so thrilled with your striptease at the engagement party that they... well, asked if you might want to show off your body in a different way at their wedding... They want you to be the main course.”

The twelve-year-old's mouth fell open. Completely overwhelmed and speechless for the moment, she sank back against the headrest and placed a hand on her chest. As she stared into space with a blank look, she could feel her heart pounding in her throat. And somehow, a cold knot had formed in her stomach that hadn't been there a moment ago.

“Really? Wow...” she whispered, trembling, but then fell silent and let the words sink in.

The main course. Uncle George and Laura... want to eat me. If I agree, I'll die. Do I want that? Am I ready for that?

She had asked herself this question many times in her short life. She had known for years how the world worked. Even in kindergarten, little children were taught that girls were a natural part of the food chain. In her six years of schooling alone, there had been two trips to different slaughterhouses. Once to a Sidney's factory and once to a local butcher specializing in girls' meat. Her school classes regularly shrank by almost half over the course of a year, as most of the girls simply didn't return at some point, perhaps because they had been barbecued at a family gathering that weekend or ended up in the oven on Thanksgiving or Christmas. Her best friend Rebecca had lost her head on one of the rides during a trip to the fair almost a year ago. Natalie had watched in fascination as her friend was processed on site and her meat was then offered for sale at several stalls. She herself had eaten a piece of her and enjoyed it immensely. And not just since that day, she had wondered when it would be her turn, when the same fate would befall her. Because she knew it would happen, she had never questioned it. But there was also a part of her that secretly hoped she might have some time left. Nervously, she licked her lips and finally whispered:

“I didn't expect that...”

Her mother seemed to misunderstand her hesitation, because she reached out her hand in a loving gesture and placed it on her bare thigh.

“You don't have to decide today. It's not something you should rush into. But they need to know within the next two or three weeks. Otherwise, they'll have to make other arrangements.”

“I understand...” she nodded and swallowed hard.

Other arrangements, another girl, maybe one of my cousins, or someone else. Maybe they would get a girl from the butcher's or the market. Or ask a classmate of Laura's or Peter's...
Peter...

When the face of her beloved cousin appeared in her mind's eye, her heart began to pound. Even harder than it already had been. She loved this boy, had even wondered if he was the one for her. Could she give him up? Just forget her dreams?

"Darling... I understand your hesitation, but they've assured me time and time again that they'd be thrilled. You'd be the absolute highlight of their party and make their day."

The girl snorted softly and curled her lips into a crooked smile.

"Sure, I bet."

Then she looked up shyly at her mother, because she hadn't actually meant her reply to sound so sarcastic. But in her mother's eyes, she could see nothing but understanding and love. And so, she sighed softly and asked, her heart pounding:

“Did Uncle George say how he would like to prepare me?”

The words sent a flash of excitement through her already wet pussy, and she feared that she would soak her parents' sheets even more than she already had. But the thought of referring to herself as an ingredient... a piece of meat, excited her more than she wanted to admit. Her mother, however, just shrugged uncertainly.

“Well, I think they're planning to book one of the barbecue areas in the park for the wedding. So most likely on a spit.”

The next question came quite naturally and left Natalie's lips with an imperceptible tremor.

“Alive or dead?”

Steph pressed her lips together. She avoided her child's questioning gaze and glanced briefly out the bedroom window. The sun shone through the curtains, casting a bright patch on the sheets. Nattie knew this couldn't be an easy subject for her either. Even in the world they lived in, a mother couldn’t simply shrug off the death of her only daughter.

“Well, knowing my brother-in-law, I'd say alive. But of course, I can't guarantee it.”

A slight smile formed at the corner of her mouth as she spoke her last words. And when she saw it, Natalie's cheeks flushed. As if she somehow sensed that it was every girl's dream to be impaled alive, to experience what this ultimate penetration felt like. To be able to properly enjoy this last sensation… her last steel lover.

Is that my dream too? My God, if I say yes, my life will end in a few weeks.

But then her brows furrowed as she remembered something she had thought of earlier. Something that could now take on a whole new meaning for her.

“He beheaded Aunt Paula beforehand.”

Her mother sighed softly and nodded thoughtfully, but then she placed her hand back on her knee and stroked it gently.

"True, but that was more of a part of the divorce ritual. Besides, it was Paula's wish. The idea of being roasted alive never really appealed to her."

“I see...”

Natalie, who had already seen herself kneeling in front of the execution block with a similar crown of leaves or flowers on her head, shrugged her shoulders in slight disappointment. Then she pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapped her arms around them, and rested her chin on them. Thoughtfully, she stared into space again and chewed on her lip. Her mother moved a little closer. She lovingly placed her hand on her bare foot and watched her silently. She didn't pressure her, didn't expect anything from her. She was just there, and her daughter was grateful for that. At some point, the little girl licked her lips thoughtfully and said, without looking directly at her counterpart:

"It's not like I've never imagined it. What girl hasn't? I... I just didn't expect it to happen so soon."

She swallowed hard and added in a shy voice:

“To be honest, I would have loved to go to high school for at least a year, or so...”

But her mother just moved closer to her, placed both hands on her shoulders, and made her look at her directly.

“You can! No one is forcing you. If you want, I'll cancel George and Laura right away and they'll get a meat girl from the market. No one would blame you; I can assure you that.”

And there it was, her way out, the exit Natalie could take to escape the path that would lead to her death. Her mother offered it to her on a silver platter. And yet there was a voice inside her that kept her from taking that path now, from seizing this opportunity immediately. And so she licked her dry lips once more and shook her head imperceptibly.

“Thanks, Mom... but don't answer them yet. I want to think it over carefully first, okay?”

Stephanie nodded with a proud smile. Then she pulled her toward her and hugged her tightly. Natalie clung to her with all her strength, burying her face deep in her beloved mother's neck. She breathed in her intoxicating scent deeply and felt her breasts press tightly against hers.

"Of course, darling, I leave it entirely up to you. It's your life, but be sure of one thing: whatever you decide, your father and I are incredibly proud of you, and we both love you."

And when she heard those words, Natalie clung to her even tighter, squeezed her eyes shut, and sniffed softly. She wasn't exactly crying out of fear or grief for her life, which could end so soon.
It was just that everything was a bit too much at the moment.