Pt 2

The next day Uncle Frank called the house again and made an arrangement with his sister and her husband. He wanted the bridesmaids to get to know each other and to give them a bit of a treat as a thank you so he suggested the girls come over to his beach house that Saturday and hang out with Jessica’s daughters then their parents should join them and he’d treat them all to a meal out. Melody and Megan’s parents happily agreed to this and the girls themselves were very keen – excited to meet the younger girls who would be joining them on the menu!

When Saturday came around, they dressed in their bikinis as they usually did for visiting the beach house, with loose-fitting dresses over the top. Nothing overly formal but nice enough to wear out for dinner. In their small shoulder-bags they stashed makeup for the evening and underwear ready to put on once they were done swimming. Their dad dropped them at their uncle’s house, waiting just long enough to see that they were safely inside before driving home to do whatever it is parents do when their kids are not around.

Uncle Frank, dressed in shorts, flip-flops, and open shirt, sun-hat and shades opened the door and greeted them with a huge hug, enveloping both girls in his arms before kissing them each on the cheek in turn.

“It’s so great to see you!” he told them with genuine warmth. “Looking more beautiful than ever!” The both blushed and giggled, pleased by the compliment from their handsome uncle. “Jessica’s down on the beach watching the girls.” he explained. “Doesn’t like leaving them in the sea unsupervised, although I’ve told her it’s pretty safe for at least a hundred meters or so from the shore but hey,” he chuckled and gave them a wink, “you know how mums can be!” They both laughed and, although she didn’t say anything, Melody couldn’t help finding it a little silly that their uncle’s fiancée was bring so protective of her daughters if she was happy to cook and eat them in a few weeks time! On the other hand, she reflected, it would be such a waste if a tasty little meat-girl were to be washed out to sea and get eaten by the sharks and other fish rather than hungry wedding guests!

Walking between them with an arm around each, Frank led his nieces through the house out onto the back porch then down the wooden slope onto the beach. This was not the first time the girls had visited since the party but it still felt strange – this was the beach where they had expected to die several months ago and where, in fact, they had helped to set up the very equipment which was supposed to bring it about! To still be alive felt weird enough at times but stepping onto the warm yellow sand again brought back a lot of the memories of disappointment and confusion from that day. Still, they both reminded themselves, that was all going to remedied soon!

“Hey, Babe!” Uncle Frank called out to the young woman who sat on a colourful picnic blanket next to a pile of towels and an ice-filled cooler containing assorted soft drinks, cans of beer and bottles of white wine, looking out at the sea where three small, splashing and giggling figures could be made out. Jessica turned and waved happily at the girls as they walked towards her then stood up to meet them. Although they had spoken on Skype before, this was their first time meeting in person and, truth be told, all three were a little nervous. Although perhaps none were as nervous as Frank who was fairly sure the revelations his nieces could spill about the night before the party could put a serious roadblock in his wedding plans!

Jessica certainly was pretty! Uncle Frank had done well for himself. She appeared to be in her early thirties and looked a little like one of the old movie stars that Megan could not remember the name of but had seen on posters. Audrey something? Except that actress had dark hair while Jessica was blonde. Apart from that, however, the resemblance was quite uncanny! The large dark glasses that she was wearing only served to emphasise this likeness. She was dressed in an elegant and fairly conservative blue, one-piece swimsuit and a broad-brimmed, straw-coloured sun-hat. After apparently disputing with herself for a moment whether she should offer a hug or a hand to shake, she opened her arms to embrace her two newest bridesmaids.

“It’s so great to finally meet you!” She beamed at them, hugging each in turn. She has a soft, friendly voice and neither girl could help taking an immediate liking to her. “Your uncle almost never stops talking about you two, you know!” She added with a chuckle.

“Well we are his favourite nieces after all!” Melody reminded her, grinning and hoping she would get the joke. The woman’s amused laugh told the girls that she did indeed get the joke and they suspected she had heard Uncle Frank call them this in the past.

“I can see why!” Jessica smiled. “I’m so happy you’ve agreed to be such an important part of our wedding. You’ll do a great job as bridesmaids and I just know you’ll be delicious!”

“We hope so!” Megan agreed. “On both counts!”

“Oh I don’t doubt either for a second!” Jessica assured them. “Now perhaps you’d like to meet my girls?”

“I’m sure they would!” Frank chuckled. “That’s kinda why they’re here after all!”

“I don’t think they’d hear me if I shouted from here.” Jessica laughed. “Would you mind?”

“Sure!” agreed Frank, “I’ll go fetch them. You girls stay here and get comfy!” Megan and Melody quickly decided there was no need for their dresses so slipped them off and sat down on the picnic blanket. Instinctively going into “Mum Mode”, Jessica took the dresses from them and folded them nearly before setting them next to the cooler. She then busied herself shaking out towels ready to dry her own, younger daughters when Frank returned with them.

It was only a few seconds later, as the girls stretched out their legs beyond the blanket and enjoyed the sensation of the warm sand between their toes, that Frank returned with the three little girls in tow. Or, more accurately, the youngest was carried in his arms while the older two followed behind. In contrast to their rather conservatively-dressed mother, the sisters were a little surprised to notice, all three of her daughters were stark naked, having apparently been skinny-dipping in the pleasantly warm ocean the way Charlotte had been when they first met her. Uncle Frank set the little one down and she ran to her mum to be rubbed down with a towel.

“This is Claire.” He told the sisters, giving her a playful pat on her bottom which was surprisingly big and round given her otherwise typically toddlerish body with thin limbs and a little pot-belly. She had a very cute face and her hair was jet black. The sisters assumed this must be from her father’s side as the other two were both dark blonde and Jessica’s own hair was much lighter. “She’s gonna be our little roast chicken, aren’t you sweetheart?” The small girl giggled and nodded. “She may be small,” Uncle Frank laughed, “but plenty of junk in the trunk as you can see!” It was not difficult to imagine the small girl’s headless body gutted, stuffed and roasted until her skin was crispy. That cute bubble-butt of hers would certainly provide some very tasty meat!

Megan was quite pleased to see that the other two girls were on the chunkier side as she was. Not chubby exactly but kinda thick all over with the right amount of baby-fat where it counted.

“I’m Laura.” The elder of the two stepped forward with a smile, apparently not worried in the least about being naked in front of these strangers. Melody assumed that Jessica’s children must be used to playing naked whenever they went to a beach or a lake and thought nothing of it. She could not help being a little jealous. In fact she was very tempted to take off her bikini but to do so now, mid-introduction, would seem strange and a little awkward. Perhaps if invited to join her fellow bridesmaids for a swim, she would do so au natural. She didn’t think Jessica would mind as she seemed fine with her own children running around in the nude and she was absolutely certain that Uncle Frank would give no complaint!

“Nice to meet you!” It was Megan who approached the other girl first. After all, they were going to be spit-mates very soon so they immediately had something in common. “So we’re both getting spitted?” Even as the words were coming out of her mouth, the twelve year old realised it was one hell of an icebreaker!

“That’s right!” Laura grinned, reaching out, grabbing the older girl’s hands and bouncing up and down making what Uncle Frank had described as her chubby little titties, truthfully just cute deposits of puppy-far on her chest, jiggle appealingly. “A pair of perfect piggies!” She giggled, amused by her own alliterative joke. Megan warmed to her immediately – even if the friendship could, by its very nature, only last a few short weeks, she was sure it would be a close and happy one. “This is Daisy!” She beckoned to her little sister, the middle child, who shuffled forward a little awkwardly. “I know Mummy and Frank are really looking forward to their Daisy Stew!” The two younger girls had their hair in pony-tails, Megan’s preferred style also, but Laura currently had hers in twin, thick plaits that were constantly dripping sea-water as she stood there, wet, meaty young body glimmering in the sunlight.

“Can I have a drink, please Mummy?” Daisy asked sweetly after smiling a little shyly at the older girls.

“Of course you can.” Jessica smiled, “But come and sit down first.” She handed her middle daughter a towel and tried to wrap her in it while little Claire plonked herself down on her mum’s lap. Daisy snatched the towel out of her hands and sat on it, preferring to drip-dry but understanding that she wasn’t supposed to get the picnic blanket wet. “Would you all like one?” The sweet-natured young woman looked around at Laura and her two step-nieces, all of who nodded happily and made themselves comfortable. Cans of cola and fruit-flavoured drinks were handed out to the younger girls as Frank joined them and helped himself to a beer. “What about you girls?” Jessica asked Megan and Melody. “I’m thinking of opening a bottle of wine if you’d like to share it with me? It’s quite sweet so I think you’d like it.”

A quick glance at each other was all the needed to confirm and the sisters nodded excitedly. Both had drunk wine a few times before, usually when their mum had a bottle on the go and let them have a small glass, but it was definitely a treat and, as they saw it, it meant Jessica respected them and saw them as mature. As she poured wine into plastic, beach-friendly glasses for them, both girls realised they looking forward to being her bridesmaids almost as much as they were looking forward to being part of the wedding feast! Laura was the first to finish her drink.

“I’m going back in the sea!” She announced, standing up. “Coming? It’s nice and warm today!” She smiled down at her new friends who quickly finished their wine and stood up to join her. Before they set off down the beach, however, Melody remembered something.

“What are you doing?” Megan asked in surprise as her teenage sister slipped off her bikini top, revealing her small, perky breasts and began to wiggle out of the bottoms.

“Seems silly to get it wet if nobody else is wearing one!” Melody grinned. “I’m sure Uncle Frank doesn’t mind, do you?”

“Not at all, sweetheart!” Frank assured her with a hearty chuckle as he opened his second beer. “Gives Jessica a good chance to check out the wedding menu if nothing else!” Now naked, Melody stuck a catwalk pose and flashed her new aunt her best impression of a Hollywood grin.

“Definitely delicious!” laughed Jessica, absent-mindedly collecting up the discarded bikini and stashing it safely with the dresses. “I feel a little spoiled for choice as to which piece I want first!” Melody beamed proudly. It made sense that the bride and groom would be the ones to make the first selections. She wondered how many people she would get experience cutting slices and chunks of her meat before she passed out? She hoped she’d be able to endure a reasonably long time. Uncle Frank had talked last time of a blood-thickening agent which should help her to last longer while she was slowly cut to pieces by hungry diners and she hoped this would be available to her this time. Surely, she reasoned, if the Country Club had facilities for cooking girls and the equipment to give her her wish, they’d have all the necessary medical supplies too! She was immensely pleased that that beautiful young woman their Uncle was going to marry was impressed with her body and looking forward to her meat.

“What about you, Megan?” Jessica asked. “Do we get to see what’s on the menu or do we have to wait until the day?” She said this teasingly but without a hint of meanness. Although Megan had never been as confident with her body as her more conventionally attractive sister, there seemed little point in keep the few bits of her body covered while all her fellow meat-girls were putting everything on show. With a smile and a shrug she quickly shed her own bikini, to the great approval of her uncle and his future wife, and followed the other girls down to the sea where they swam and splashed about happily until the blue sky began to take on an orange tint.

“Hey girls!” Uncle Frank called to them, having waded into the sea almost to his knees. “Time to come in and get freshened up. We’ll be heading out for dinner soon!” The five naked girls somewhat reluctantly followed him out of the water and up the beach. Jessica had gathered all the towels and clothes together into a large bag. By then, however, the older girls had all but forgotten that they were naked or that there might be anything unusual about it.

“You can use our room to get changed.” Frank told his nieces and it took them a moment to register that by “our” he meant his and Jessica’s. This was the first little pang of jealously Megan had felt over her uncle’s impending marriage. Give what had gone on in there the night before their Beach Banquet, she could easily think of Uncle Frank’s bedroom as one she and Melody shared with him. The feeling only lasted a moment, however, and she gratefully accepted a towel to dry herself off a little before following her sister up to the master bedroom, leaving wet, salty and sandy footprints as they went.

After their shower, the girls found their dresses that they had arrived in laid out on the bed. Melody couldn’t help but feel pleased that this bedroom was now shared with a young woman as there were some very handy new additions since last time she had used it including a well-like makeup mirror and a good quality hair-dryer. Once both were dressed, had done their hair and had put on what makeup they wanted – Melody using quite a lot more than Megan, they went downstairs to wait for their parents.

The younger girls were already down there waiting for them. Claire was sat on her mum’s lap while Laura was on Uncle Frank’s knee with her arm around his neck. In her pretty spaghetti-strap dress and her thick, dark blonde hair loose, dry and brushed out, she actually looked even prettier than she had naked in the sea. There was no doubt that she was a strikingly beautiful little girl and it almost seemed a shame that the world would never get to see what kind of a woman she would grow to be. Only almost, however, as there was no doubt in anyone’s mind what a delicious spit-roast piggy she would make and that the pleasure she would giving the wedding guests lucky enough to dine on her tender young meat would more than make up for any small diminishing of the amount of physical beauty in the world. She smiled happily as the older girls came into the room, happy to see them again. Melody smiled back happily and looked around for Daisy, spotting her at the far end of the room looking out the window, apparently eager to meet her new Aunt and Uncle, but Megan hesitated a little.

“Hey, no pouting!” Uncle Frank smiled at her reassuringly, guessing what was on her mind. “I got two knees, don’t I?” He parted his legs a little wider and patted the free one. Instantly feeling better, Megan hopped over to him and took up her favourite position. He put an arm around her waist in both a gesture of affection and to steady her. “Well aren’t I the lucky one?” Frank grinned, looking from girl to giggling girl. “Two tasty little cuties right here on my lap! You know, maybe I won’t bother with driving all the way to the restaurant and just have my dinner right now?” He made a teasing show of trying to bite the girls’ arms and chests but both pushed him away in fits of giggles.

“No, Frank!” Laura chided him, struggling to breathe, let alone speak, through her giggles. “Not until the wedding!”

“Oh darn it.” Frank pretended to sulk and lolled his head comically. “I guess we’re going to have to go out for dinner after all!”

“Where are we going?” Megan asked, curiously, as Melody came and sat on the other end of the sofa, bringing Daisy with her and sitting her on her lap. Megan wondered if being at the beach house had brought up memories for her sister of little Anna, the intimacies they had shared and the way she had asked for the teenager to hold her lovingly while she died. Perhaps she was seeking to recapture a little of that feeling with Daisy?

“Well I was going to keep it a surprise!” Frank grinned, “But I’m way too excited! It’s a place I’m sure you’ll love where they serve a very special kind of meat!”

“We’re going to Sidney’s?” Melody leaned forward in excitement and interest, her arms around the smaller girl’s tummy.

“Not exactly,” admitted Frank, “but very close! It’s called Gretel’s and it’s not long been open. We get a private dining room and our own girl to be prepared however we choose.”

“Ooh do we get to pick the girl?” asked Megan.

“I had to do the picking when I made the booking.” Uncle Frank explained. “But I hope you’re all going to like her! She looked damned tasty to me!” Now the girls were really excited. Melody could feel her own stomach rumbling in anticipation and both were experiencing a tingling sensation between their legs at the idea of a strange girl being selected, killed and cooked for their dining pleasure. From the way Laura and Daisy had started to wiggle on the laps they respectively occupied, they were feeling it too!

“Do you know her name?” asked Melody.

“Yes I do.” Frank chuckled. “But I’m going to keep that a secret and let her introduce herself when we get there!” As if summoned by the girls’ collective wish to be on their way to meet their dinner, just at that moment they head Megan and Melody’s parents’ car pulling up in the driveway. It was time to head out!