By the time the other girls managed to pull their pyjamas back on, Samantha was already half way down the stairs, excited to give out the gifts that she had helped to pick. There were more than the three from the toy store, of course. Laura especially had wanted to rather spoil her new son and daughter and, although Amelia had a wealthy and indulgent family of her own, they had not wanted her to feel left out so there were more than a couple for her too!

Happily naked, Samantha sat cross-legged in front of the tree next to the pile of presents, appointing herself “Postman” as she knew there would be none for her. The other children sat down close by and the parents began to hover as all parents do on Christmas morning, Laura with the camera in her hand and Josh with a bin-bag ready to collect up the wrapping paper. Taking just as much pleasure from seeing the others open their presents as she had always done opening her own, Samantha handed out the gifts one by one, trying to give them out in sequence, breaking the order every now and then to present one to one or other of the adults, including the ones that she had picked out at the fair – a scarf for her mum and a kit to build a wooden model of a spaceship for her dad.

Finally, when the three pyjama-clad children sat with a very respectable pile of toys, books, clothes and other bits and bobs beside them, only three remained, the three that Samantha had picked out herself from the famous toy shop in town. Unable to decide who should get theirs first, Samantha passed all three to their intended recipients and said to open them together on the count of three. They all counted together, giving Laura pleasant flashbacks to the back room of the butcher’s shop where the little cuties had excitedly counted down to the beheadings, including their own, then eagerly tore off the wrapping paper, gasping almost in unison as they saw their star gifts.

“It’s beautiful!” Amelia exclaimed, holding up her Sidney doll towards the camera, the look on her face expressing her happiness better than words possibly could. “Christmassy too, with her red hat!”

“That’s what we thought!” Samantha grinned before turning to look at Amanda who actually had tears of joy in her eyes as she studied her special edition Stacie doll.

“I never thought I’d have one of these!” she spoke softly before setting it down carefully and pouncing Samantha for a hug, catching her off guard and with such force that she fell backwards and they both lay giggling under the tree, Amanda laying on top of her naked sister as if she had just defeated her in a wrestling match. For his part, Rob declared his LEGO set “The coolest thing ever!” and ran over to hug both his new parents then his naked turkey of a sister who had managed to stand up and was dusting herself down.

With six of them needing to shower, limited time and limited hot water, despite Josh pressing the boost button to add extra, it was decided that they should shower in pairs. Laura went first, taking Samantha with her, leaving Josh and the others to tidy up the living room, disposing of the wrapping and stacking the presents in neat piles out of the way against the wall.

“Tag! You’re it!” Samantha told Amelia when she came down stairs only a few minutes later, still naked but with damp hair and the pink glow of the freshly-washed about her. Giggling, Amelia ran up the stairs, closely followed by Josh, passing Laura who was on her way down in the outfit she had picked out for the party which was practical but festive – new blue jeans that hugged her shapely legs and backside rather nicely and a red sweater with a big snowman on the front and pretty snowflakes with metallic silver threads woven in all over. Although it was not visible, underneath the sweater she was wearing a T-shirt that she had ordered especially for the occasion with the same picture of Samantha, edited to look roasted, that had been on the invitations and the words “Proud Turkey Mamma” across the top. She planned on showing this to her daughter once they were in the kitchen and the prep was about to begin!

“I don’t think we’ve got time for messing about?” Josh reminded Amelia tentatively once they were both naked under the cascading water as she reached for his manhood which, despite the borderline abuse it had suffered just an hour or so earlier, was miraculously becoming erect once more!

“Sounds like a challenge to me!” she grinned cheekily, kneeling down. “I want to see how quickly I can make you cum! You can always wash my hair while I blow you if you like?” she suggested with helpful cheekiness, an idea that surprised Josh with how erotic he found it! “Merry Christmas, Mr Martin!” Amelia giggled before taking him in her mouth, bobbing back and forth while he massaged shampoo into her long, brown hair, gathering it up on top of her head then using some of the lather to wash his own before rinsing them both off just as, with expert use of tongue and teeth, his insatiable little concubine pushed him over the edge and he felt himself giving her an early breakfast. “There!” she declared proudly, standing up and wiping her mouth before passing him the bottle of shower gel so that he could soap her lovely young body up. “I wasn’t actually timing it but I think that has to be a new record!”

After quickly washing the young girl and himself, assuring her that there would be plenty more occasions when they could take their time over it, Josh dried them both off and sent Amelia to Samantha room to get dressed while he went to his own room to dress in the green trousers, red shirt with a Santa hat pattern and bright green musical tie with candy canes and baubles which lit up when the button was pressed to accompany the tinny carol tunes. Once back downstairs, he sent the Rob and Amanda up, telling them that it was up to them whether they shared the shower or took it in turns, before helping his wife and daughter set up the breakfast table.

Although Samantha was not allowed to eat, and was really too excited to anyway, Laura had found her a meal-replacement milkshake that various websites assured her was save for meat-girls to consume a few hours before cooking so that she would not be hungry so she took that out of the fridge and poured it into a glass which she set on the table so that the eager young turkey would not feel too left out. She and Josh then put out baskets of croissants along with butter and assorted jams and spreads, a platter of cheeses and cold meats and a basket of fruit. Rob came down just as they were finishing setting the table, his hair wet but combed, dressed in smart trousers and a dark green shirt with tiny white Christmas trees on it, a far more subtle and sophisticated pattern than Josh’s shirt yet no less festive!

“Amelia and Amanda are helping each other.” he told them, accepting the invitation to sit at the table. “Or something like that, anyway!” he rolled his eyes. “They’re certainly giggling a lot!”

“That’s girls for you!” Josh chuckled, before quickly turning to Samantha. “Present company accepted of course!” he added apologetically.

“Oh don’t worry!” Samantha giggled. “I’m not a girl, I’m a turkey! And yes, girls can be very silly and giggle a lot!”

After asking what he would like to drink and running through the options, Laura poured Rob a glass of chocolate milk while Josh topped up both coffee mugs. Rob was dressed very smartly but when Amelia and Amanda came downstairs, both parents felt distinctly under-dressed!

Both were, of course, wearing their Sidney hat and boots, Amelia’s white and Amanda’s pink. Amanda was dressed in a short but still respectable white dress with silver flecks which had what struck Laura and Josh as a very 1960s style to it and a very fluffy short, faux-fur jacket in pure white. Her tights were also white with a pattern of tiny silver snowflakes on them. Amelia wore her red denim skirt again with a black, patent-leather belt and a sleeveless shirt the same shade of red which was tied at the bottom to leave her toned tummy exposed. She also wore black fingerless fishnet gloves that came up past her elbows and black, fishnet tights. Both had carefully brushed and dried their hair, Amelia’s hanging straight and Amanda’s tumbling with its natural curls and both very nicely done makeup, Amelia’s a little heavier than Amanda’s and leaning in an 80s rock-chick direction with dark lipstick and heavy eyeliner while Amanda had gone for a more classical look.

“Wow! You two look amazing!” Samantha gushed, echoing the thoughts of both parents.

“Well since you vetoed our best outfits, for the start of the party at least,” Amelia winked, “we had to pull out all the stops!”

“You’ve certainly done that!” Laura chuckled. “Come on, sit down and let’s get breakfast under way! There’s a certain turkey who is keen to get to the hall and start working on her stuffing!”


To be continued...