“What about you, honey?” Gram sat down next to Nadine who had been telling her grandparents about all the presents she got for Christmas. “You don’t want to go play outside with the others?” Wide-eyed and looking a little fearful, the pretty nine year old brunette shook her head.

“She’s a bit shy.” Julie explained quiety. “And she was worried in the first place that if we came to this party, she might end up getting eaten too.” Gram nodded knowingly. “Luckily Samantha was able to talk her round but I think taking her clothes off might feel like too much of a risk.

“I understand.” Gram smiled kindly, noticing that Julie’s husband Mike had gone to stand in the doorway to watch the fun going on outside. It certainly did sound like everyone was having a good time, judging by all the happy shrieks and giggles, and she was sure that Nadine would enjoy herself if she joined in but she did not want to push. The last thing she of all people wanted was to make any child unhappy at Christmas. George was starting to look bored, having long tired of the “What did you get for Christmas?” conversation, so Gram had an idea. “How about the three of us go look at the turkey in the oven?” she suggested, glancing up at Julie who gave a small nod of implicit permission. “Would you like that?”

Still quite wide-eyed, Nadine nodded and took Gram’s hand, George taking her other, as they headed to the kitchen.

“Knock, knock!” Gram chuckled as they reached the open door. “Sorry, my hands are rather full! Are you ready for visitors yet?”

“We are now!” Laura smiled, closing the door to the fridge. Josh had his shirt back on and all three aprons were hung back up, ready to be used again later when it was time for the basting and other prep work. “Come to see the turkey?”

“That’s right!” Gram nodded. “Go on, kiddos, go take a look.” She let go for the children’s hands and ushered them forward. The glass front of the oven was quite clean, offering a clear view of Samantha inside, bathed in orange light. The young brother and sister bent down to take a look and Grams crouched behind them.

“She looks really pretty!” Nadine exclaimed with some surprise. “Happy too!”

“So how’s things going out there?” Laura asked. “Everyone having fun?”

“I think so!” Gram chuckled. “The rest of the kiddos seem to have turned the yard into a nudist colony but they seem to be enjoying themselves!” Josh and Laura chuckled, not at all shocked at this turn of events but mildly surprised that it had happened already. They had imagined that Willow would want to get naked as soon as she saw that Amelia was, given what her dads had explained when they arrived, but that had thought it might at least be after dinner, once it was properly dark outside, before the others joined in.

As if on cue, Amelia ran in, blobs of white foam clinging to her lovely naked body, and made a beeline for the camera which Josh had left on the counter by the sink.

“Just grabbing that so Gramps can get some nice pictures for you!” she informed them before scampering out again.

“And, as mysteriously as she arrived…” Josh chuckled while Laura felt happy that her dad had clearly encouraged all the children, whether they were related or not, to call him by his affectionate title.

“Her tummy go fat!” George observed with a giggle, bringing the attention back to his cousin in the oven.

“Ah, that’s from all the stuffing which will make her extra yummy!” Gram explained.

“She made it herself!” Laura informed them proudly. “With a little help from her Daddy.”

“Oh no, I mostly just supervised.” Josh protested modestly. “Sam should get full credit.”

“Why is she scratching herself like that?” Nadine asked, noticing Samantha’s fingers still rubbing rhythmically between her legs. “Does cooking make you itchy?”

“I think she’s just doing that to relax and feel nice.” Gram smiled, knowing that she must choose her next words carefully if she did not want to find herself in the middle of a potentially awkward conversation with the nine year old that it was not her place to have. “You know how when you wash down there in the bath or shower it feels kinda good?” to Gram’s relief, Nadine simply nodded. “Well that’s what she’s doing. She used to do it to help fall asleep when she was little.”

“Is dying like falling asleep?” Nadine asked, gazing with love and curiosity at her roasting cousin.

“It can be.” Gram agreed carefully. “Some people die when they get sick or have an accident of some kind but yes, as far as I know, dying because you’re getting cooked is just like falling asleep. You feel all nice, warm and cosy, happy inside because you know everyone is looking forward to enjoying you, then you feel sleepier and sleepier until you close you eyes and just drift away, leaving your body to finish roasting, or boiling, or however you’re getting cooked.

“It sounds nice.” Nadine observed, to everyone’s surprise. “No wonder she’s smiling.” She put the palm of her hand on the glass which was warm to the touch but not scalding and gazed at Samantha in contented silence for some time.

“Come on.” Gram eventually took her other hand to encourage her to leave. “Let’s go back to the hall so someone else can come see. I bet Grandma and Grandpa will want to take a look, huh?” Nadine nodded happily and Gram led both children out of the room.

“I guess we’d better go check on proceedings out there?” Josh chuckled. “We need to put Flat-Sam on the platter after all and I bet the girls are asking to look at the spit. Better go see if your dad managed to get the tarp off or if they need any help out there.”

When Gram returned to the hall with George and Nadine, Willow and Ella were waiting for them, still naked of course, apart from their respective Sidney accessories, and looking rather pink from the cold with worried expressions of urgency on their faces

“There you are!” Willow ran over to Nadine and grabbed both her hands. “We’ve been looking all over for you! We need you outside!”

“Need me?” Nadine asked curiously as George ran off to help himself to some of the nibbles from a nearby bowl and Gram stood back, not wanting to interfere but listening to the conversation in case she needed to step in at any point. “What for?”

“We’re doing a picture by the spit so we can get someone to write Happy New Year on our butts with the computer,” Willow explained with a grin, “but we’re a butt short, that’s why we need you?”

“A butt short?” Nadine was puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“If they put one letter on each cheek,” Ella turned around and slapped first her left then her right buttock in turn, making her lovely, round, meaty rump jiggle very appetisingly, “we’re going to need two more cheeks to fit all the letters on. Two cheeks is one whole butt!”

“Oh…” Nadine frowned for a moment. “I don’t want to take my clothes off. I’m not a meat-girl!”

“We all know you’re not a meat-girl!” Willow assured her. “We just need you to help us out!”

“Wait!” Nadine, who prided herself at being fairly good at spelling, counted out the letters on her fingers, getting to twelve. “There should be enough of you already! There’s you two, your sister,” she looked at Ella, referring to Caroline, “Samantha’s friend and the other girl and Rosie! That’s six!”

“Rosie’s too small!” Willow sighed. “She’s going to be the exclamation point at the end. Come on!” she wheedled. “I know you have a lovely butt! We just need to borrow it for a few minutes. You can come straight back in and get dressed after if you want.”

“But what about the boys?” Nadine asked. “They’re the right size. Can’t one of them fill in?”

“Ewww!” Willow exclaimed. “This is supposed to be a picture of delicious girls line up by the spit, showing off our rumps! Having a boy there would ruin it!”

“Yeah!” Ella exclaimed. “Nobody eats boys! They taste gross!”

“Almost as bad as gone off rotten lemon milk!” Nadine giggled, remembering her conversation with Samantha.

At the front of the hall, by the stage, Laura stood watching the conversation and, although she could not hear what was being said, it was easy enough to pick up the gist of it.

“What’s going on over there?” Josh asked, returning from behind the curtain with the kneeling cut-out of Samantha which was intended to take her place on the platter once she was cooking. Nadine had just run over to her mum and was talking to her rather animatedly with lots of pointing and gesticulation while the two naked girls waited anxiously for her response.

“The girls have got some project or other going on outside that they’re trying to rope Nadine into, I think.” Laura explained as she moved the cushions and spread the greenery out to make room for the picture of her daughter which, unlike the real thing, needed a solid, flat base to rest on.

“I see!” Josh chuckled, positioning the cut-out and rearranging the decorations around it to recreate as close as possible the look of Samantha as she greeted the guests. The girls’ pitch, whatever it was, must have been quite convincing as, next thing they knew, Julie was helping Nadine out of her dress after which she sat down to take off her shoes, tights and panties.

“She does have a cute little figure!” Laura observed as the now naked but still slightly nervous-looking nine year old ran over to join the others then, followed by Gram, they all headed outside. “Come on,” Laura tugged on her husband’s sleeve. “I think we need to go watch this!”

Outside, they saw that the spit and the large cooking pot had been uncovered and Amelia, Caroline and Amanda were lined up along the length of the roasting pit, spaces in between them, presumably having sent the two younger girls to try to recruit Nadine as they were very close to her age. The boys, who seemed to have got over their earlier excitement were standing either side of Gramps as he lined tried to work out the best angle to take the picture from while little Rosie was stood facing the camera on the far right, grinning with her hands on her hips. Off to one side and careful to keep out of the way, Aaron and Rachel were watching proceedings with amusement.

Everyone cheered as Nadine joined the others at the end of the line, closest to her sister, and she grinned a little sheepishly in acknowledgement.

“Let’s try one where you all put your hands on your hips and look over your right shoulder.” Gramps suggested, “Apart from you of course, Rosie. You stay just as you are!” The girls did as he suggested and he took a number of shots. “Now over your left?” They switched poses. “Great!” he grinned. “How about putting your arms around each other’s waists. That’s it! Lovely pose!” he complimented them then snapped a few more pictures. “Now let’s do one where you’re all leaning forward and gripping the spit!” Giggling, knowing that this would be an even cheekier picture than the others, the girls, even Nadine, bent forward and grabbed hold of the long, steel pole, sticking their lovely rumps out provocatively towards the camera. “Perfect!” Gramps chuckled. “Now, just for fun, let’s do one where you all turn and face me!” Having gone along with all the poses so far, Nadine did not think to argue and posed happily for the full-frontal shot then picked up her little sister, sat her on her hip and asked that the picture be taken again.

Feeling proud of the young girl and wanting to encourage her confidence, Laura took the camera from her dad and approached Nadine and Rosie while all the others seemed to have turned their attention to the pot.

“You look very pretty!” she smiled at her kindly. “Would you like me to take a couple of pictures of just you two?” She was pleased when Nadine agreed readily and suggested standing in front of the hedge to give a nice background. Laura knelt on the slightly soapy grass and took some very sweet, artistic shots of the naked nine year old holding her equally naked toddler sister.

“It’s quite something, isn’t it?” Josh observed, joining his work friend and his daughter who were now checking out the spit, Rachel running her fingers along it quite thoughtfully.

“Maybe we could rent this place in the Summer?” she suggested a little hesitantly. “For my sixteenth?”

“Really?” Aaron looked surprised. “Think you can talk one of your friends into riding the spit for you?”

“Oh no,” Rachel frowned, “I couldn’t ask anybody to do that. I’d be the one roasting for my friends!” Aaron eyed his daughter cautiously for a moment, looking her up and down and clearly imagining her naked, impaled and turning over a bed of glowing coals.

“If that’s what you really want?” he replied eventually. “We’d have to get your mum on board too, of course.” he reminded her. “it’s not something I can agree to on my own. If you wait a couple more years, until you turn eighteen, then it would be totally up to you and neither of us could say anything about it!”

“I’ll think about it.” she promised. “But I think if I’m gonna do it, I want to do it soon. Maybe we should take a photo now for invitations?” she suggested. “Just in case I do decide?”

“Well…” both men could not help blushing a little while also feeling rather excited by the prospect of seeing this attractive, busty teen naked and displaying herself next to the spit. “What sort of picture were you thinking?” Aaron asked eventually. Rachel pondered for a moment.

“On the grass here,” she suggested, “with the roasting pit behind. “I can do one laying on my front and one on my side, Cleopatra style!”

“You should do the one on your side first.” Josh observed, thinking practically. “If you lay on your front first, the grass will leave weird patterns on your belly!”

“Good idea.” Rachel nodded then burst into a sudden, excited grin. “Okay, let’s do it!” she declared. “I’m still not totally sure and of course we have to talk Mum into agreeing but at least this way, if we do go ahead, we’ll be all set! Do you mind if we use your camera?” she asked. “It looks like a good one!”

“No, I’m sure that’s fine!” Josh agreed. “Do you want me to get everyone to go inside for a few minutes? Give you some privacy?”

“No need!” Rachel replied chirpily, crossing her arms in front of her and starting to lift her top. “I’m sure I don’t have anything you’ve not all seen before!”


To be continued...