Since he was already in the clothes he planned to wear for the rest of the day, Josh put on an apron and offered one to Samantha who initially declined before realising the splashes of boiling water or stains on her skin from any of the ingredients could spoil how she looked to greet her guests so took one and put it on, giggling when Josh observed that it somehow made her look more naked and took a couple of pictures on his phone as she posed with the wooden spoon and mixing bowl to send to Laura and perhaps to add to the scrapbook part of the memory book.

Neither of them wanted to risk it looking as if Samantha had been crying when the others arrived so Josh took charge of chopping the onions, taking his chopping board over to the counter by the sink and wearing a pair of goggles he found in one of the drawers which protected his eyes somewhat, while Samantha peeled and chopped the garlic and chopped the walnuts into smaller pieces. By lucky coincidence, the ingredients Santa had delivered were in the exact quantities called for in the recipe so there was no need for any weighing or measuring.

“Do you think they eat lots of elves up at the North Pole?” Samantha asked conversationally as she put the walnuts aside and began to chop the sage.

“It would make sense,” Josh observed, “there’s not a lot of natural wildlife up there! I expect it’s considered quite an honour to be called to Mrs Claus’ kitchen!” He grinned and Samantha giggled.

“The title of the recipe suggests the biggest elves are about the same size as me,” Samantha pointed out playfully, “but the ones we saw at the fair were a lot bigger! What do you think that’s about?”

“They must be adopted,” Josh suggested with a chuckle, “like Buddy!” Samantha seemed to find this explanation satisfying and amusing. Standing behind her and guiding her hands, very aware of her round, meaty rump pressing against him, Josh showed Samantha how to crush the peppercorns with the back of a spoon. She quickly got the hang of it and soon the entire packet had been pulverised. “Right!” Josh surveyed the prepared ingredients. “I think that’s everything chopped that needs to be! What do we do next?”

“Pour the powdered potato and bread crumbs into bowl and stir together.” Samantha read from the parchment, reaching for the packet of bread crumbs while Josh helped by tearing open the packets of instant mash. Once all three had been emptied into the bowl, Samantha used the wooden spoon to stir them thoroughly. “Next, add the dried sage, salt and pepper.” she read, doing just that and mixing them in. The garlic and onions were next, followed by the walnuts and finally the cranberries which had not required any preparation. Samantha diligently stirred the dry mixture until it was all evenly integrated.

“Is this where we need the water?” Josh asked, trying to read the instructions upside down.

“Yes.” Samantha read. “Slowly add boiling water to dry mixture while stirring constantly until mixture reaches desired consistency. If too much water is added, use cornflour for thickening.”

“Well I’m not sure we have any of that.” Josh frowned a little. “So let’s do this carefully.” He filled the jug from the water boiler on the wall and slowly began to pour it in while Samantha stirred. As the dry mix turned to thick paste, it became harder to mix and Samantha’s arm began to hurt.

“Can we swap?” she asked, passing the spoon to Josh and taking the jug from him, using an oven mitt on the hand she used to steady it so she would not scald herself. Slowly and gingerly, she began to pour while Josh stirred and, after about thirty seconds, they both agreed that it looked about right. “Oh wow! Smells lovely too!” Samantha beamed as the boiling water began to partially cook the ingredients. “I guess it will cook properly inside me?”

“That’s right.” Josh nodded. “And anything that doesn’t fit we can make into balls to go with the sausage and other bits. What does it say at the bottom there?”

“Once mixed, cover with a tea towel and allow to cool,” Samantha read, “then refrigerate until use.” They found a space on the side counter where it would not be in the way and Josh carried the very heavy bowl over which Samantha then covered with a clean tea towel per the instructions.

“There!” Josh beamed proudly. “We make a pretty good team, huh?”

“The best!” Samantha grinned, giving him a high five. “Guess we should try to clean up before Mummy and the others get here?” Working quickly, they cleared off the table, putting the onion peel into one of the green bags as instructed and the packets and netting bags into a black one. They then rinsed off the utensils they had used and put them by the sink in case they were needed again later. They were just hanging up their aprons and exchanging another high five when they heard Laura and the others coming in through the lobby door which they had left unlocked.

“How’s it going in the kitchen?” Laura asked, a little nervously, as her husband and daughter came out to greet them.

“I only lost two fingers.” Samantha teased. “And Daddy has more or less got the fire under control.” She winked at the other children who all giggled.

“It went well then?” Laura chuckled, relieved to hear that she needn’t have worried. Samantha confirmed that it had and suggested trying to find some way to flatten the parchment roll out so that it could be put on display when she was served. “Good idea.” Laura nodded. “But we don’t really have any books or anything that heavy and flat to…”

“Got it!” Josh grinned. “We can put it under your platter. That should be heavy enough! The display one, I mean.” he clarified. “Then by the time you’re ready to serve, it should be nice and flat!”

“Perfect!” Samantha grinned, running to the kitchen to fetch it. “We should put that out, shouldn’t we? It won’t be long until people start arriving!” Leaving the others to get the lights on, both practical and decorative, and start the music playing using the first of her USB playlists, the one marked “Welcome”, Samantha led her parents back into the kitchen which Laura was relieved to see was looking fairly clean and opened the tall, narrow cupboard where the person-sized roasting pans and serving platters were kept. “There are two the same, right?” Samantha asked, pushing the upright pans to one side to look at the platters. “Or pretty close?”

“I think this is the one we photographed you on for the invitations.” Josh leaned over her are carefully slid out a large, stainless steel platter, oval-shaped with a bevelled edge and a pattern of flowers and vines etched around the rim, as well as a similar motif in the middle. Samantha stood aside considerately as he pulled it out and flipped it horizontal to put on the prep table.

“Yeah! That’s the one!” the naked turkey agreed enthusiastically. “Is there another one like it? Doesn’t have to be exactly the same.” Josh looked though the relatively small selection of platters.

“Ah-ha!” he grinned. “Looks as if we’ve found its twin!”

“Perfect!” Samantha clapped her hands together in delight as he put the second platter next to the first. “We should get it put out, people will start arriving soon!” Laura began taking bowls out of the cupboard to put out crisps, trail mix, chocolates and other suitable party nibbles, not wanting anyone to spoil their appetite for the turkey but also very aware that there were still hours to go before the main meal was ready to serve, while Samantha picked up her parchment scroll and happily followed Josh who carried the platter back into the hall. The atmosphere had really come to life with the music, disco lights and projected patters which danced around the walls, floor and ceiling in time to the music.

“Wow cool!” Amelia enthused, running over to see what Josh was carrying, followed closely by Samantha’s new siblings. “Is that the one from the invitation?” she asked.

“This one or its brother!” Samantha giggled. “We’re keeping the other one in the kitchen to serve me on but this one’s going here,” she patted the space on the table in front of the stage, “so I can kneel on it to greet my guests!” Josh placed the platter down carefully then lifted one end so that Samantha could slide the parchment underneath then set it back down. “That needs to be flattened so people can read it.” she explained.

“It’s very pretty,” Amanda observed, running her hands around the patterned edging, “but it’s not going to be very comfortable to kneel on for a long time!”

“Good point!” Josh observed and looked thoughtful for a moment before having an idea, running up onto the stage and coming back with a couple of the camping pillows Laura had brought along for the sleepover that night. “Here we go!” he grinned, looking pleased with himself as he placed them side by side in the middle of the platter. “There’s a bag of bits and pieces we didn’t end up using somewhere,” he assured Samantha, “so we can use those to make this look really good!”

“Can someone give me a hand in here?” Laura called from the kitchen and the helpful brother and sister, along with Amelia, ran to her. When they came back, each with a bowl of nibbles, they found Samantha kneeling on the platter, surrounded by a garland of artificial pine decorated with sprigs of plastic holly and an assortment of metallic red and silver baubles. Not only did this decoration disguise the pillows Samantha was kneeling on but they gave the whole tableaux a more festive feel and also provided a humorous alternative to the bed of salad whole-cooked meat-girls were often served on.

“How do I look?” Samantha grinned. “Good enough to eat, I hope?”

“Absolutely delicious!” Amelia confirmed.

“You know, I was thinking,” Samantha looked down at her chest then over at Rob, “Gram’s reserved my left tit but, since you’re my brother now, maybe you should get my right one? Would you like that?” Rob blushed deeply. “That would be okay wouldn’t it, Mummy? Daddy?” she asked her parents. “There’s plenty of other meat to go around!”

“Of course!” Laura set down the bowls she was carrying and put her hand on her naked daughter’s shoulders. “That’s a lovely idea, and very sweet of you. So?” she turned to her new son. “Would you like your sister’s boob?” She put her thumb and forefinger around the cute little budding breast and gave it a playful squeeze which made Samantha giggle as she stared expectantly at her blushing brother.

“Umm, yes please?” Rob managed to smile. It was exciting enough for Samantha knowing that she would very soon be roasted and eaten but discussing who was going to be enjoying particular parts of her body once she was served was a special thrill!

“Great! It’s yours!” Samantha grinned.

“Come on!” Laura chuckled, ruffling Samantha’s hair again but addressing the other children. “Let’s go grab the rest of the snacks and put the drinks out. People will be starting to arrive any minute!” Josh waited behind with Samantha, taking his comb out of his pocket to neaten up her hair.

“There!” He kissed on her forehead. “All ready to greet your public!” A few minutes later, everything was set up, the first batch of welcome drinks poured, the snow machines creating a soapy blizzard across the path and entrance and the music adjusted to a suitable volume. It was time for the party to begin!

Unsurprisingly, Gram and Gramps were the first to arrive, wearing Santa hats and Christmas jumpers that made what Josh and Laura were wearing seem positively dull. Both had blinking lights that they proudly showed off before greeting Samantha.

“There’s my little turkey!” Gram leaned over to hug her tightly. “Looking absolutely delicious! Cant’ wait for dinner!” she grinned, standing up. “You’ve not forgotten our deal, have you?” She reached out and gave Samantha’s left budding breast a cheeky honk.

“Definitely not!” Samantha assured her with a grin. “That tit’s got your name on it!”

“Looking tasty, kiddo!” Gramps greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. “Excited?” Samantha nodded enthusiastically. “Great to hear it! So are we!” he assured her. “So,” he turned to smile at the other children, “who are these lovely ladies and handsome devil?”

“These are my friends from school!” Samantha grinned, knowing that her parents wanted to make an announcement about the adoption once the whole family was gathered. “This is Amelia,” she gave a little wave and Gramps took her hand and kissed it chivalrously then did the same to Amanda when she was introduced, “and this is Rob!” Samantha grinned as Gramps greeted her new brother with a fist-bump.

“Lovely to meet all of you!” Gram enthused. “Did you help setting this all up?” The confirmed that they had. “It looks great! Oops!” She chuckled, “Better not hog the guest of honour, looks like she has some more visitors!” They accepted welcome drinks then Laura poured some for the three children too and the five of them headed down to the dance floor and games area at the far end of the hall so they could continue chatting and get to know each other.

The new arrivals were a man and older teenage girl that Samantha did not recognise but knew must be her dad’s work friend and his daughter. This was confirmed moments later when Josh approached the man to shake his hand and they exchanged a matey hug.

“You must be Rachel?” He offered his hand which she took and gave a small shake. “It’s nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you!” The girl gave a shy smile. She was on the tall side for her age which made her a slightly comical pairing with her dad who was shorter than average. Both were stocky, although Aaron far more so than his daughter, and her hair was lighter than his, mid-brown and straight. She was averagely pretty but what the children, and likely the adults too, all noticed about her first was her boobs which were like two honeydew melons, her cleavage shown off rather nicely by the tight, v-necked, dark blue top she wore which left an inch or so of soft belly exposed above the waistline of her black jeans. Aaron was wearing a shirt a similar shade of green to Rob’s but without any pattern. “Come and meet Samantha, the main course of our Christmas dinner!”

“Wow, so you’re the famous turkey!” Rachel exclaimed in such a friendly tone that Samantha found herself taking an instant liking to the older girl. “You look delicious!”

“The pictures really don’t do you justice!” Aaron told her with a slightly awkward smile, betraying the fact that he was, understandably, a little unsure of the etiquette for speaking to a naked pre-teen girl he was meeting for the first time, especially one that was about to get roasted for his dinner! These two were given their welcome drinks and invited to go introduce themselves to the others.

Next to arrive was Josh’s sister Julie and her husband Mike along with their three children, nine year old Nadine, six year old George and Rosie who, as she loved informing people, was two and a half. It had been Nadine who had got spooked by the idea of the party, worrying that she might find herself on the menu as seconds, and had needed Samantha’s reassurance to convince her that it would be safe to come.

The whole family were dressed quite smartly with Nadine wearing a shiny blue dress, covered in sequins, black tights and black patent leather shoes along with a white woollen cardigan and an Alice-band that matched her dress keeping her long, dark hair out of her pretty face. George was wearing a maroon shirt that matched his dad’s, black trousers and smart shoes that were likely the same ones he wore for school. In fact, the only difference between his outfit and Uncle Mike’s was that he wore a red tartan bow tie while his dad wore a normal tie made from the same fabric. Like both of his sisters, his hair was very dark and had been neatly combed. Little Rosie was wearing a red tartan skirt over thick white tights and black shoes with red, long-sleeved top that had a big tartan heat in the middle. She had a cute, round face and gently curling hair which was cut short enough to be easily manageable while still looking feminine. Finally, Auntie Julie was dressed in a similar style to her older daughter, an elegant blue dress and black tights, except hers was not sparkly and her hair was gathered and clipped up.

They greeted Josh and Laura then Samantha, clearly uneasy with the situation but trying to be supportive and not to show it. They exchanged brief welcomes and Samantha complimented her cousin on her outfit then they took their welcome drinks to join the others at the far end of the hall.

The greeting from the next party to arrive was far more enthusiastic, consisting as it did of Miranda, the neighbour from across the road, and her two daughters who had so enjoyed their meal at Sidney’s with Samantha courtesy of the voucher her parents had given her as an early Christmas present. The girls were dressed in matching, short-sleeved silver-sequinned dresses, similar in style to Nadine’s but a little shorter. Their tights were white with a silver stripe around them, spiralling down their legs like the red stripe on a candy cane. Like Nadine, they wore shiny black shoes and Alice bands except theirs were black velvet, as were the chokers they wore around their necks.

“Thanks so much for the play-set!” Ella gushed after both girls had given Samantha big hugs. “We’ve been playing with it all morning!”

“Awesome!” Samantha grinned. “When I saw it, I knew we had to get it for you! Looking forward to dinner?”

“And then some!” Caroline enthused while Miranda stood behind her daughters, dressed in a similar festive-casual style to Josh and Laura. “We’ve got some news to tell you that makes today even more special!”

“Oh?” Samantha leaned forward, intrigued, and her parents paused in their pouring of the welcome drinks to listen too. “What’s that?”

“Well, this is going to be our last Christmas too!” Caroline grinned, clearly considering this fact to be exciting rather than devastating.

“Remember what the mermaid told us about the special tour of Sidney’s you could go on and get a free meal?” Ella asked. Samantha nodded, already joining the dots and guessing where this story was going. “Well we went to one on Saturday and it was so much fun, we signed up for the private menu!”

“Oh wow!” Samantha grinned, excited and happy for her friends. “So you’re getting listed on their website for people to order?”

“We’re already up!” Caroline informed her proudly. “The listing went live this morning! But we’ve put a special rule in, they said we could do that.”

“Oh?” Samantha asked, her parents listening with just as much curiosity and their own mother smiling proudly as she stood behind them and listened to them tell their story.

“You have to order both of us together!” Ella explained. “We come as a package!”

“I see!” Samantha chuckled. “Well, plenty of delicious meat to go around then, I’d say! Did you specify how you wanted to be cooked?”

“We put it as a recommendation,” Caroline replied, “but not a requirement. We thought saying people had to order us together might reduce our chances quite a bit, so we didn’t want to put extra barriers in the way.”

“Very sensible.” Samantha nodded. “So, what cooking methods did you recommend or request?”

“The spit for me, of course!” Caroline grinned, playing with her hands in restless excitement as she thought about all the things they had seen on the kitchen tour and the other cooking methods that were available to people who booked the private dining rooms.

“I want to go in the oven like you!” Ella told Samantha proudly. “They had these frame things that are so cool!” Unexpectedly, she dropped to her knees then arched her back, clasping her hands to her ankles. “You go on them like this so you cook nice and evenly and your pussy is easy to carve!”

“Sounds like quite something!” Samantha chuckled as Ella hopped back onto her feet with an ease that made all the watching adults envious. “Too bad I won’t get to see your listing!”

“Oh you can!” Ella assured her quickly. “Mummy brought her iPad so you could see!” She turned to Miranda who took the medium-sized tablet in it’s leather-effect, book-style cover out of her handbag and handed it to her daughter. Ella flipped it open and unlocked it quickly, very familiar with most of her mum’s passwords, then opened up the page they had bookmarked earlier that morning. “There you go!” she declared proudly, passing the tablet to Samantha, then stood back next to her sister, looks of slightly anxious but excited expectation on their faces as their soon to be roasted friend checked out their profile.

Like an expanded version of the pictures of Emily, a set of which were on the table beside her in a frame, next to the spare glasses, this profile had pictures of Caroline and Ella, both naked of course, stood side by side in a relaxed pose with their arms by their sides, showing them from the front and back, facing outwards with their backs to each other and then facing each other to show off their bodies from all sides. Under these was a fun picture of them hugging each other and laughing then finally a head-and-shoulders portrait of each. It occurred to Samantha as she scrolled down to see the written information on the listing that this was the first time she had ever seen what these particular friends looked like naked but she was definitely not disappointed – they looked absolutely delicious from all angles and she was sure there would be someone with a big enough family, friend group or staff team to want to order them as a duo.

Under the pictures, their names and approximate birth dates were given, listing only the month and the year. It also gave their heights, weights and measurements along with the date that these had been taken, followed by the statement that they were only available as a pair and their preferred cooking methods. Finally it listed the price for the two of them and two buttons labelled “Request to Purchase” and “Request Further Information”. Seeing that the site did not offer anything more definite than a purchase request, Samantha was puzzled at first but then she remembered what Lizzie, their mermaid friend, had said about girls on the private menu being able to approve or deny potential buyers and it made sense.

“Wow!” she gave a low whistle as she read the price. “That’s a pretty hefty price-tag they’ve put on you, considering what a regular meal there costs!”

“Yeah but it always costs more to hire a private room and have a girl all to yourself,” Caroline reminded her, “plus there’s two of us!”

“True!” Samantha chuckled, handing back the tablet. “Well I hope you don’t have to wait too long! Hey look!” she turned to look at the next family who were just coming in through the doors to the lobby. “Speaking of Sidney’s…”

Confidently leading her family into the hall, wearing a pink Sidney hat and boot set just like the set Amanda had inherited from Emily along with what looked like either a cheer or dance costume – a shimmering white sports-bra and mini-skirt combo with pink trim and a pink diagonal stripe across the front of the top, her toned, honey-coloured legs and belly on full display and blonde curls tumbling around her shoulders and down her back was Samantha’s eight year old cousin Willow. Trailing close behind her were her ten year old brother Merlin, a handsome boy with dark blonde hair like his sister but a lot straighter and worn gelled at the sides with a floppy fringe that gave him the look of a boy-band member, dressed in blue jeans and a white linen shirt which he wore untucked with the sleeves rolled up and the top few buttons undone, along with a scarf of tinsel garland like the one they had put on the Samantha-as-Sidney figure in the lobby, only green rather than red, as a nod to the festive occasion, and finally their two dads – Laura’s brother Martin and his husband Clive, both of whom had always adored and been adored by Samantha in equal measure ever since she was born.

“Hi turkey!” the confident eight year old greeted her cousin. “What do you think of my Sidney outfit?” She gave a twirl. “I got it for Christmas!”

“Looks awesome!” Samantha beamed, reaching down to give her a hug. “Really suits you!”


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