Laying back and closing her eyes, Samantha felt Laura’s tongue exploring her puffy lower lips, gently licking the honey that oozed from between them before pushing deeper and lapping hungrily. At the same time, Laura reached up and rubbed the young girl’s perky nipples with her thumbs before pinching them lightly, then a little harder, as the tip of her tongue teased her hard little clit. In just a matter of days now, she would be gutting her sweet little girl, stuffing her like a turkey and roasting her in the oven, ready to serve to a room filled with people who loved her and couldn’t wait to taste her sweet young flesh. If Sidney’s campaign had taken place twenty years earlier, she wondered, would she have made it to adulthood herself or would she have been drawn to the same delicious destiny as her daughter? If her meat was even half as delicious as the honey her tight little cunt produced then they were all in store for an unforgettable treat. It took only minutes for Laura to bring her little girl to climax, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her delectable pre-teen body.

After giving her just a few moments to recover, Laura sat up then took Samantha’s hands lovingly in her own, pulling her forward and guiding her pretty face down between her own legs, stroking her hair encouragingly before laying back to enjoy the feeling of her daughter’s skilful little tongue.

“What was it like before Sidney?” Samantha asked a little dreamily about half an hour later as they lay side by side, naked on top of the sheets with Laura’s arm around her as she used her mother’s breast as a pillow. “Were girls really scared of being eaten?”

“It wasn’t something most of us thought about too much, honestly.” Laura chuckled a little. “It’s not as if we kept watching over our shoulders wherever we went for cannibals or child-eating monsters, but yeah, being eaten was generally presented as a bad thing. Like in Little Red Riding Hood.”

“But the point in that is that the wolf is mean and selfish?” Samantha was puzzled. “Eating her all up on one meal when she was supposed to keep Grandma fed through the winter?”

“That’s how they tell it now, yes.” Laura agreed. “But I’ll show you an older version some time. Some versions have her escaping one way or another and going on to live happily ever after and I think there are a couple that just end with her being eaten but either way, it’s the being eaten that’s meant to be the bad thing in itself, not the circumstances of who was eating her and why.”

“That’s weird.” Samantha furrowed her brow. “What about Hansel and Gretel where the witch cooks them up into a big feast for all her hungry forest friends?”

“That’s been changed too, I’m afraid!” Laura chuckled. “In the version I grew up with, they push the witch into the oven and escape.”

“So the witch gets eaten instead?” Samantha asked. “Isn’t she, like, really old and skinny?”

“No, nobody eats her. She just gets burned up!” Laura explained.

“Well that’s stupid.” Samantha sounded genuinely irritated.

“I know, right?” Laura leaned over and kissed the top of her head. “Wait until you find out about Jack and the Beanstalk or the three little pigs!”

“You mean Jill?”

“Nope, the story used to be about a boy called Jack.”

“Eww!” Samantha giggled, making a disgusted face. “Who’d want to buy a boy at market!” Laura laughed again and ruffled her hair.

“I’ll pop into some charity shops on Monday,” she promised, “see if I can find an old fairy tale book for you. Or maybe Gram and Gramps still have some of mine. But anyway, yeah,” she remembered why she had been discussing old fairy tales in the first place, “back to your question, we did generally think of being eaten as a bad thing back then, although people would tease and joke about it. Sidney wasn’t the first to notice little girls look yummy after all!” She tickled her daughter’s belly, making her giggle so cutely, kicking her feet, “And she wasn’t the first girl to think being cooked sounded like fun either, but as far as I know, she was the first to actually do something about it. In public anyway. I bet there were girls before her who just got quietly eaten by their families or by secret clubs.” Samantha lay thinking about this for a few minutes, trying to process this information and align it with her world-view, trying to imagine a world where being eaten was considered equivalent to being pulled out to sea by the currents and drowning or being hit by a truck or train.

“So how did people react to Sidney when she started talking about it then?” she asked after a little while. “Did people think she was crazy?”

“Some people did.” Laura agreed. “She was pretty clever about it ‘though, or her team were anyway. Before she did anything too big, she made a lot of video on apps that were really only used by other kids, at first just talking about the idea and delving into the cultural history a little bit but then starting to push the idea that she wanted to be eaten herself and that she was sure there were other girls out there who felt the same. By the time the general public started to get to hear about her and they started putting those big posters up and having her appear on talk shows, she had already built up a pretty extensive following.”

“So she really did manage to change peoples’ minds about it?” Samantha asked, a little in awe of this wonderful girl she was suddenly realising she knew too little about.

“It’s hard for one person on their own to make a difference,” Laura reminded her, “but if that one person can persuade ten people, and each of those persuade ten of your own, very quickly you have hundreds, if not thousands, all on the same side and demanding the same thing! I do remember a lot of people here were sceptical about it not because it seemed immoral but because everything about Sidney and her restaurant were so very American, they really weren’t sure it would catch on here. You’d have been about three when the first Sidney’s opened here.” she observed, hugging her naked daughter a little closer. “And the publicity campaign was massive! Do you remember anything about it?”

“I remember seeing lots of pictures of her about.” Samantha replied thoughtfully. “And sometimes on TV. Were there adverts with a cartoon version too?”

“Yes, I think there were.” Laura agreed.

“I remember thinking she was very pretty.” Samantha continued, then her face split into a grin as a long-forgotten memory from her toddlerhood was reawakened. “I remember feeling sorry for her that people always showed up to take photographs or ask her questions just as she was about to get in the bath,” she giggled, “and I wondered if she was cross about it!”

“About to get in the bath?” Laura repeated with a chuckle, loving this time of bonding with her daughter and getting an insight into how her young mind had worked. “What made you think that?”

“Well she always seemed to be indoors,” Samantha explained, “but never had any clothes on and the only reason I knew people took their clothes off indoors back then was to have a bath so I assumed she must always have been about to have a bath when the people with the cameras showed up so she had to talk to them while the water was getting cold and losing all the bubbles!”

“Oh dear, poor Sidney!” Laura giggled. “Yes, I can see why you thought she’d be annoyed! Did you think she wore the hat in the bath too?”

“I never really thought about the hat,” Samantha admitted, “not that I remember anyway. But I did wonder at first why she had her shoes on when she’d taken all her other clothes off but then I remembered that you or Daddy sometimes put shoes on with your pyjamas to take the rubbish out or if you had to collect a parcel from a van so I figured she put them on to answer the door to the TV people.”

“Can’t fault that logic!” Laura chuckled. “You know,” a thought seemed to occur to her, “I kinda thought your dad and Amelia would be in here by now.” She picked up her phone to check the time, confirming that it was quite late. “Do you think we should go check on them?”

“Maybe she teased him too much and he ended up eating her right there in my bed?” Samantha giggled, imagining her dad squatting in the middle of her bed like Gollum from the “Lord of the Rings” movies, gnawing on her friend’s leg-bone. “And now he’s trying to clean up before you see all the mess and tell him off?”

“Maybe!” Laura giggled, amused as always by her daughter’s vivid and somewhat twisted imagination. “Let’s go see!” Giggling, the two naked blondes slipped off the bed and made their way as silently as possible across the landing to Samantha’s room.

“Is that snoring?” Samantha giggled as they listened at the slightly-open door. With both of them trying their best to stifle their giggles, Samantha pushed the door open wider and the pair took in the comical sight that met them.

Both Josh and Amelia were naked on the bed, as was to be expected, but both were fast asleep, Josh sprawled on his back with the vibrating candy cane still buzzing softly in his hand, his manhood floppy with a small trail of cum trickling from the end onto his thigh, while Amelia, to the great amusement of both Laura and Samantha, was on her knees with her rump in the air but her face turned sideways on the pillow, arms flopped loosely by her sides, mouth open with a dribble of drool pooling damply on the pillowcase.

“Guess they tired each other out!” Samantha giggled. “Wait, what are you doing?” she asked with amused incredulity as Laura fished her husband’s phone from the pocket of his trousers on the floor and used it to take a couple of pictures of the sleeping pair.

“Just a little surprise for him to find when he wakes up!” she giggled. “Go pose next to Amelia!” Giggling, the naked young girl scampered around the bed and leant in close to her equally naked friend, pulling a duck-face and making the peace sign as she posed next to her friend’s rump as if it was a hunting trophy. Next, suggested in a giggling whisper from her mum, she knelt next to her dad’s side of the bed and pointed with feigned shock at his limp manhood. Finally, the pair took a selfie together in front of the bed then Laura slipped the phone back into Josh’s trousers and they crept out of the room, leaving the pair to sleep.

Although Amelia and Josh did eventually join Samantha and Laura in the big bed a few hours later, by which time they had also fallen asleep but far more decorously, cuddled in each other’s arms under a single sheet, the photographs were not discovered until over breakfast the following morning when Josh took out his phone to check the times of the event he planned on taking the girls to, noticing as he did so that his photo gallery was open. Although she could not help giggling at the look of shocked confusion on her dad’s face, Samantha was worried for a moment that Amelia might actually be upset by what they had done. What had seemed funny in the middle of the night now struck her as rather mean, almost bullying. It was clear from the look on her face that Laura was having the same thought but they both felt a wave of relief when Amelia grabbed the phone from Josh to look and broke into peels of hysterical giggles.

“I should make that one my new profile picture!” she grinned, turning the phone around to show the picture of Samantha posing next to her upturned rump. “I definitely think it captures my best side!”

“Sorry,” Laura smiled apologetically at her husband, “but I just couldn’t resist!”

“At least they’re on my own phone,” he chuckled, setting the phone down on the table and actually looking up the site he had opened his phone to find, “so I know you won’t be sending them to anyone! They are just on my phone, right?” he looked up with a slight expression of alarm.

“Yes,” Laura chuckled teasingly, “don’t worry! Feel free to make that one of me and Sammie your home screen!”


To be continued...