In the kitchen, Josh lifted Samantha onto the prep table and she sat biting her lip in excitement, hugging her knees to her chest, as she watched her parents and best friend make the final preparations for cooking her. Laura put the oven on at a low temperature to pre-heat it, the warm orange glow that emanated from the heating elements within looking incredibly cosy and inviting!

“Is this the stuffing?” Laura asked, taking the tea-towel off the bowl and looking at the mixture inside.

“Ooh, let me see!” Amelia ran over to look as Josh put back on the apron he had been wearing earlier and dug out a new one for Laura, assuming that Amelia would be happy to wear the same one Samantha had been wearing earlier. “Cool!” she gushed as she peered into the bowl. “Is this made with the stuff you got in your stocking?”

“Of course!” Samantha grinned. “Guaranteed by Mrs Claus herself to make me extra tasty!”

“Not that you need the help!” Amelia giggled. She began to peel off her gloves and looked for a safe place to leave them, directed by Laura to put them on a section of the counter furthest away from the action.

“Here.” Josh passed her the apron as she took her hat off and set it carefully beside the gloves before passing Laura’s to her. “You’d better put this on.”

“I will in a second!” Amelia promised. “But I don’t want to risk these nice clothes getting dirty!” Grinning at Josh, she began to unbutton her shirt. “This doesn’t break your rule, does it?” she asked Samantha, cheekily. “I know you’re not technically in the oven yet but…”

“Oh no, it’s all good!” Samantha giggled, watching as her friend undressed, remembering to take her Sidney boots off so that she could get her tights and panties too but putting them aside, clearly intended to put them straight back on. “You’re only doing it for practical reasons after all!” she giggled, winking at her friend to show that she did not believe that for a second!

“Forty two minutes!” Laura declared, checking her phone as Amelia removed her panties with a flourish and added them to the pile of clothes on the side counter. “I win!”

“What did you win?” Samantha asked, confused. “Forty two minutes of what?” Amelia looked equally puzzled as she sat down on the cold tiles of the kitchen floor to put her boots back on before finally accepting the apron from Josh.

“It’s a silly bet Daddy and I had.” Laura chuckled, offering a hand to help Amelia back to her feet, knowing that the big heel on her boots made such things a little trickier than normal. “We tried to guess how long it would take from the moment the first guest arrived for the first girl other than you to get naked! I guessed forty five minutes so I win, now Daddy has to bring me coffee in bed every morning for a week!”

“What was your guess, Daddy?” Samantha asked with amused curiosity.

“I went for an hour and a half.” Josh admitted a little sheepishly, earning him pitying looks from the two pre-teens. “So anyway,” he returned the focus to the matter in hand, “we have a turkey to cook! What do we need to do first?”

“First we wet the turkey’s hair then wrap it in foil.” Laura explained in the manner of a TV chef explaining that episode’s recipe as she adjusted the taps over the sink and filled a measuring jug half way up with luke-warm water. She then fetched an old towel from a bag of bits and pieces she had brought with her from home just in case they were needed and draped it around Samantha’s shoulders. “Just tilt your head back a little please, turkey!” Samantha did as she was told and her mum poured a slow trickle of water across her forehead so that it flowed back into her hair, gently coaxing it through with her other hand, using her fingers like a comb, until all of Samantha’s pretty blonde hair was wet. “This will help keep it nice in the oven.” she explained. “We may have to add some more water later,” she turned to Amelia, “that can be your job to check if you like?” The pretty brunette readily agreed. “Then when we put her on the platter to serve, we can brush it to look pretty again.” Samantha felt a distinct tingle of excitement in her belly and between her legs hearing herself being discussed in this way.

“Where’s the foil?” Amelia asked. Josh looked around, remembering that there had been several rolls in one of the bags he and Samantha had brought over on Christmas Eve morning but, for the moment, totally unable to remember where that bag had ended up!

“In the cupboard over there.” Samantha pointed helpfully. “Just above the mixing bowl.” Amelia went to the cupboard that she indicated, providing Josh with a very welcome view of her bare backside as she stood on tiptoes to open the cupboard and pull out one of the rolls. She then opened the box and peeled off the little sticker holding the end of the roll in place.

“Here we go!” she grinned, unrolling a foot or so of the aluminium wrapping. “Do we just put it around her head?”

“That’s right.” Laura nodded, gathering up Samantha’s just less than shoulder-length hair and holding it up. “Probably easiest to start from the back.” Amelia as instructed, feeding the foil around the back of Samantha’s head then wrapping it twice around, the second layer slightly higher than the first, then tearing it off and folding the sides in so that formed a silver cap.

“Wow!” Amelia giggled. “You’ve never looked sexier!” Samantha stuck out her tongue. “What’s next?” the eager young assistant chef asked. “Is it the gutting?”

“No, next the buttering!” Laura grinned. “This is something we can all join in with! Stretch your legs out, please.” she instructed Samantha, taking the towel off her shoulders and using it to wipe up a few stray drips. Samantha stretched her lovely legs with their thick, meaty thighs out in front of her and leaned back, reclining on her elbows as Laura pulled a big tub of soft butter, the kind of tub that was usually sold for baking, out of the fridge. “Dig in, everyone! Every inch of the turkey needs to be covered!” She set the tub down on the side of the table and popped off the lid. Amelia was the first to scoop out a handful which she began to smear on Samantha’s left leg while Josh, once he had filled his own hands, opted to stand behind his daughter and reach around to rub the butter over her chest and belly.


To be continued...