Chapter 3: The Progress

After such intense sex, I could hardly even move. Amber, Brit, and I lay in a messy heap recovering, while Eric kindly fetched some washcloths for us to clean up with. While I was wiping myself down, Brit got up and put on her robe again. As I got to my feet, Amber had another announcement for us.

"From now on, this little piggy is living here. Unless there is something you need to get from home in your last few days to live, I don't see any reason for you to leave us."

That made me smile. "No, I've got everything."

I had no desire to be parted from my new girlfriend for any longer than absolutely necessary. Brit slid up behind me and gripped the sides of my thin waist.

She said, "Hey, she's not a piggy. She's much too skinny to be a pig."

Amber considered. "Alright, how about a bunny? Rabbits are actually quite lean once you get their fur off," holding up my robe.

"Yes!" Brit responded. Roughly groping my breasts and pulling me against her, Brit whispered right in my ear, "My little snuff bunny."

It's a good thing she was holding me so tight, because I don't think my legs could have held me up on their own when I heard that. While I was replaying that line in my head over and over, Brittany reached out and snatched the robe Amber was still offering and backed away grinning.

As I caught my balance, she said cheekily, "I don't think snuff bunnies need to wear clothes at home."

"Brit!" I pleaded.

"Come on, you just got through having sex with most of the family. And it will be good for you to get used to people seeing you naked for the big day."

I sighed, "Fine."

I'm not sure if I have an exhibitionist side I didn't know about or if it was just that having her boss me around turned me on, but the idea of being naked all the time was getting me excited. It would probably lead to more sexy times with my girlfriend, so this could be a good thing.

We headed back to her room so she could get dressed and we could start the rest of our day. While Brit was putting on some clothes, I went to find breakfast.

Right away I encountered Mandy, who was munching on some cereal at the high bar. I tried to act casual and not cover myself as she paused and stared at me, spoon halfway to her mouth.

"Bold fashion choice. I like it," she said, quickly recovering.

"Morning." I wasn't in a hurry to tell her how dramatically my life had changed in the last twelve hours.

She was still watching me intently. Waving her spoon at me, she asked, "So, does this mean that you and Brit are in an open relationship?"

I froze. "What? How do you know we're dating?"

She grinned, "I heard you guys going at it until pretty late last night. I'm guessing that means you finally worked up the nerve to tell her how you feel."

I was utterly mortified. I remember making some noises that I wouldn't have wanted anyone else to hear last night. Still, this wasn't anything like it was with my little sisters. They still had at least some of their innocence, while Mandy was very far from innocent when it came to sex. By my estimation, she had already gone all the way with at least three guys and five girls, putting her ahead of Brittany, whom I knew to have been with four guys and, of course, me. I would say she was the easiest girl in school, but I'm pretty sure she was usually the aggressor in her sexual escapades, so "easy" would be misleading. Maybe "sluty" is the word.

"You could hear us all the way from your room?" I asked.

"Well, no. I had to be out in the hall to really make out anything interesting."

"But, you know we were up late," I accused. "What were you doing out in the hall until late at night?"

She only looked slightly embarrassed, "Playing along with Mr Dickey."

I just stared at her.

"That's my name for my favorite dildo," she explained.

"Yes, I worked that out. I just can't believe you mastrabated while listening in on your own sister having sex."

"Well, yeah, but it wasn't just her I was listening to." She was still looking at me pretty intently.

Suddenly she narrowed her eyes and hopped down, kneeling near me and leaning towards my legs. I started, spreading my legs to avoid her head, inadvertently giving her a better view.

"Hey, what's the big idea?" I objected.

Looking at the inside of my thigh, she said, "So, it is an open relationship, after all."

She proceeded to lick up the trail of cum that had started running down my leg. I emitted a squeak which Brit had called cute last night.

"Hey, what are you doing eating my snuff bunny, brat?"

We turned to see Brittany coming in the door.

"I was just licking some of Daddy's cum from her leg," Mandy replied, as if that was a perfectly reasonable defense. "You should do a better job of tonguing her out after she fucks someone. And what's a snuff bunny?"

"It's just my nickname for her now," deflected Brit. "And we're dating now, so lay off her, she's mine."

I quietly swooned.

Mandy got up and went back to her breakfast. "You let dad fuck her, but you won't let me have some fun," she grumbled into her bowl.

"How much did you tell her?" my girlfriend asked me.

"Nothing, actually. Turns out she was outside your door listening to us fuck last night."

"Horny brat. I should have known she would do something like that," Brit muttered.

I asked Mandy, "How did you know it was your dad's cum?"

"I didn't. I just guessed," she chirped. "Did ya fuck Mom, too? I know they like to share younger women."

"Shut up and eat your food," Brit countered.

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We spent most of the rest of the weekend holed up in Brit's room hashing out details of the party, with plenty of breaks on her bed. And anywhere else we happened to be. Being naked all the time was definitely paying off. I only finally got dressed Monday morning so we could go to school together.

I'm usually pretty good about doing my homework and studying, but given the choice between sex or doing schoolwork for classes I wouldn't live to graduate from, it was a no brainer. I would have preferred to just stay home and have fun with my girlfriend until the party, but we needed to go to school to keep building the hype for the party. Also, I wanted everyone, and I mean everyone, to know that we were dating.

Aside from bringing it up in every conversation, until our friends were sick of hearing it, we spread the word by holding hands a bunch. We even got caught making out in the hall by a teacher, which I count as a big win. Of course, we also talked about the party, dropping vague hints about how epic it would be, and so on. We made sure to mention that the food would be amazing to start getting people thinking about what we could be serving.

When we got home, we immediately dove into each other, burning off the overflowing lust that had built up throughout the day. After a couple orgasms, Brit insisted on studying for a big test we had the next day. I protested the neglect she was showing me by sitting between her legs and chewing on the panties she had put on, keeping her from concentrating. It took her much longer this way, but I still think it was worth it.

Tuesday and Wednesday were pretty much the same. Brit didn't do great on the test, but she often got a B or C on purpose just to challenge her ability to pout and show some cleavage to get it raised to an A. You'd be surprised at how many of the teachers that worked on, even some of the female ones. I'm sure I utterly bombed the test, but I threw it away when I got it back without even looking at the grade. At least one teacher was showing some concern for my abrupt attitude change about class, but I just gushed about how in love with Brittany I was until they gave up.

Thursday was when we decided I should find a time to be alone with one of the school's biggest gossips and start the next phase of the hype train. After saying something about the party, I would start to mention how crazy it was that some people were eating girls and then abruptly shut up and make her promise not to tell anyone what I said. It worked perfectly. By the end of the day, there were at least five different versions of rumors that there would be girl meat at the party. Brit denied them, saying that it would be impossible to get in this country and that you can't believe everything you hear, which just sprouted some even wilder rumors that her family had used its connections to import meat from a variety of outlandish sources.

We laughed about it all the way to the tailor's shop. Brit's new dress was amazing. It was practically all poofs and ruffles around the edges, with a complex custom lace pattern on the entire bodice giving little peeks at her skin all over. The only thing protecting her modesty were some strategically placed areas of denser lace in shapes giving the impressions of two doves and a flower. The whole thing flared out at the waist into a massive, thickly layered skirt, which was split scandalously high right up the front and trailed far behind in the back.

I brazenly felt Brit up while the tailor and I helped her get into this art installation. I guess the tailor has seen all sorts of horny behavior in her shop because she just rolled her eyes.

When we got home there was a work crew just leaving the back garden. They had left for the day by the time I had finished my daily strip show for Brit, so we went out to see their progress. Earlier in the week they had cleared some space and laid some new foundation in the area Eric had specified, and today they had assembled most of the new barbecue grill. The metal grate was about six feet long and three feet wide, with large sturdy wooden shelves mounted on either side. The lid had a semicircular notch cut out on one side about as wide as my open hand.

"Ooh, looks like you get to have a fitting for your outfit today, too, snuff bunny," cooed Brit.

I swallowed hard and looked around to see that we were the only ones out there.

"I guess I should try it for size," I said almost in a whisper.

Brit helped me climb up onto the grill and I lay down with my head on one of the shelves. When Brit closed the lid, my neck fit neatly into the notch made for it. Apparently they wanted my head out of most of the heat so that I would be alive for more of the cooking process.

"Damn, girl, you make that giant metal box look good," teased Brit.

"It's cold. And not very comfortable," I complained.

"Well, I know how to fix the coldness. And I don't think you're going to care about the lack of padding once the fire is lit."

I could see that she was running her hands along the bafflingly complex set of controls at the front.

"You're not going to turn it on, are you?!" I was starting to panic.

"No, of course not. I don't think they even have it hooked up yet," she mused.

I pushed up the lid with some difficulty and Brit helped me get down. We fell into an embrace and shared a heartfelt kiss which calmed my nerves.

"I'm so glad you agreed to do this for me. This is going to be one hell of a party," Brit confided.

Before I could respond, a new voice joined in.

"What was Joy doing on that grill?"

Mandy had come outside and was walking towards us. We both groaned at the interruption.

"Well, fine. I guess it's time to fill you in," Brit decided. "We've started dropping hints at school, so you're going to find out soon anyway. The truth is that 'snuff' means 'fuck to death,' so 'snuff bunny' is actually slang for a girl you are going kill in a sexy way."

I grinned nervously as Mandy took in my naked body in this new light.

"You mean you're going to be the girl meat people were talking about today?" she asked disbelievingly. "I thought that was just some BS you guys were using to get everybody to talk about the party."

"Yeah, I'm going to actually roast on this grill during the party," I whispered, afraid to say any louder, as if that might make it happen sooner.

Brit squeezed me. "And she's going to be fucking delicious!"

"Woah." Mandy looked at the grill and back at my body.

"But, you're not allowed to tell anyone about this yet, squirt."

"What?! Why not?" Mandy hated it when Brittany called her squirt.

"Because we need there to be an element of surprise to the party," explained Brit.

"We're working on making sure people suspect I'm going to be cooked at the party, but we can't let anybody know for sure," I added.

"You can help stir up the rumors, but don't ever give away the whole truth," Brit conceded.

"Well, alright, but you'd better save me a good piece."

Brit laughed. "Sister of mine, I have personally tasted every inch of this fine snuff bunny and I assure you, all the pieces will be good."

She dramatically licked her lips and kissed me for effect. She cupped my groin and added, "This choice cut is mine, but don't worry, we've got a whole girl to eat, so there will be plenty for everyone."

Mandy snickered at that display, while I blushed and grinned at the compliment.

When we got inside we encountered Amber. The entire time her daughters were telling her about the progress of the construction, Amber was using one hand to massage my breasts and the other to probe my pussy. Aside from groping me, she never even acknowledged my presence. She had been doing things like this all week; I don't think she had spoken directly to me for several days. Brit had more or less given her permission, so I just went with it.

When we got up to her room, Brit returned to the topic of my outfit.

"You know, we should decide what you will actually wear for the party. I mean, for the parts where you aren't just a slowly roasting piece of meat."

I felt a twinge in my pussy. I'm positive she had figured out by now how much calling me meat turned me on.

She continued, "It's tempting to just have you naked for the whole thing, but I'm afraid that would pull too much attention away from me."

We had already settled on the outfit she would wear at the start of the party. To meet her requirement that it set the mood for the orgy later and to make it easy to change out of, we kept it extremely minimal. She would only be wearing heels, a tiny pink bikini top with a very short matching tutu skirt over a thong. She had already tried it all on, and the addition of the tutu teased the idea that she might be naked underneath, actually making it sexier than the thong alone. Or, at least it got me horny seeing her wear it. Although these days, I get horny seeing her in anything.

"Maybe something that plays off your slutty welcome costume?" I suggested.

"Oh, I know! Why didn't I think of it before!"

Brit ran over to her computer and pulled up amazon. She searched for "sexy bunny costume," which immediately gave us a selection of playboy style outfits in a variety of colors.

"My little snuff bunny should dress the part," she declared.

After a little debate, we settled on a pink one. It covered a lot more than Brit's jailbait party starter, but it was still sexy as hell.

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That night we made love slowly, rather than our usual fucking. I spent a long time eating her out, until she drenched my entire face and breasts in her cum. We both laughed and joked about how delicious her juices were on me as we licked it all up. We had gotten to be quite expert at reading each other's bodies, so Brit actually managed to bring me to the edge without letting me go over for close to an hour. I only had one orgasm that night, but it was by far the best orgasm of my life.

When Brit sets her mind to something, nothing can stop her from achieving it.