“ONE! TWO!…” all the guests counted as Rachel began to jump, pleased to see as she did so that everyone to some extent but especially the two pre-teen boys were moving their heads up and down to follow her big, firm teen boobs as the bounced up and down. “EIGHT! NINE! TEN!” They reached the end of the count then applauded as Rachel took a bow and sat back down, not bothering to put her bra or top back on for the time being but crossing her arms confidently across her chest. Realising how much time had passed, Laura left Josh in charge of the game and took Gramps with her to the kitchen for Samantha’s next basting, intending to put the potatoes on the stove to par-boil before roasting while she was there.

The closer they got to the middle of the parcel, the more Samantha seemed to increase the stakes, with the prizes being more valuable and desirable and the forfeits becoming more embarrassing or challenging. Receiving her dare, which came rolled in a pair of tights, Amanda burst into giggles.

“What is it?” Gram leaned forward to ask as the sweet red-head stood up, setting the parcel on her chair. “Something you need help with?”

“No,” Amanda giggled some more, “it says I’m supposed to perform a strip-tease!” She looked pointedly down at her body, as if confirming that she was dressed in absolutely nothing but boots and a hat. “Well…” she took her hat off and flung it like a Frisbee towards her brother than posed like a gymnast who had just completed a spectacular somersault. “Ta-da, I guess?” The other guest erupted into rapturous applause, with many calls for an encore as Amanda sat back down, grinning, and the game resumed. As the parcel continued its journey around the circle, Rob passed his sister’s hat back in the other direction and she put it back on once it reached her. Laura and Gramps were back shortly after and Laura swapped with Josh once last time so that he could join in the final rounds of the game.

Finally, they were down to the final layer, the main prize in the middle and, knowing what it was, Laura let the music continue until the parcel had been around the circle twice then counted carefully in her head, wanting it to stop with the person who would enjoy it most. He timing was off by a second or two as, when she turned round having stopped the music, it was Grandpa, her father-in-law, who was holding the parcel, the final layer wrapped in colourful Christmas paper as the outside had been, but just as she hoped, he passed it back to little Rosie who sat between him and Grandma. Both grandparents beamed with indulgent love as the cute little toddler tore into it, emitting high-pitched squeals of delight when she unwrapped the nearly-new collectable plushie of the animal sidekick from Disney’s latest animated hit that Josh and Laura had bought Samantha on their way home from seeing the movie in the Summer. Clearly thrilled with her prize, Rosie hugged the endearing creature tightly and everyone applauded.

With Samantha’s special game over, Gram was put in charge once more and the chairs were moved back, ready for a round of musical bumps. The players all made little stacks of their prizes, the pleasing and the silly, on the chairs around the edge of the hall as Josh and Laura returned to the kitchen for the next major stage of the dinner prep.

Carefully, with their aprons on once more, they pulled their partially-roasted daughter out of the oven and set her on the prep table. Her skin was definitely starting to brown up nicely now and in less than an hour she would be ready to serve. Of course this also meant they were coming to the most critical time in the cooking, when at least one person would need to be in the kitchen at all times to keep the potatoes turning so they crisped up on all sides and to make sure the vegetables neither over-cooked nor boiled over.

While Laura turned the heat off under the potatoes and carried the heavy pot over to the sink to drain, Josh used the turkey baster to suck up the mix of melted butter, meat-juices and seasoning that had collected in the bottom of the pan and squirt it back onto the meatiest parts of Samantha’s body. Laura then fetched the tray of Emily trimmings, the smaller bacon-wrapped sausages, the larger regular sausages and the balls of sausage meat, all of which had been made with different seasoning to provide a variety of flavours, from the fridge, along with the packet which contained the rest of the streaky bacon.

“We should definitely put some of this on her tummy!” she smiled warmly, remembering her conversations with Samantha as she made a cross-cross pattern eight rashers wide and ten high across the turkey’s bulging dome of a belly then laid the rest across her thighs. She stood back to admire her handiwork and nodded in approval. “Let’s get the potatoes in next,” she suggested, “then we can fit the other meat in around them.” Cheerfully, chatting about how fun the last game had been while they worked and praising Samantha for having compiled it so well, they spread the half-cooked potatoes all around their daughter’s roasting carcass. There would be no more basting, since the potatoes would now be roasting in the melted butter, girl-fat and other juices that surrounded and dripped from Samantha. Next they spread the Emily meat around and Josh rolled the rest of the stuffing into balls which were added in amongst the other trimmings and finally Samantha was ready to go back into the oven.

With the turkey safely back in the oven and continuing to roast, they set six large pans on the top of the stove and filled them with water then added the various vegetables that Laura was very relieved to have prepared at home so that they were ready to go straight into the pots.

“I don’t suppose there’s any point in asking the girls to put their clothes back on for dinner?” Laura sighed, looking around the hall at the young guests who had exhausted their enthusiasm for organised games and were now chasing each other around the dance floor playing what appeared to be kiss-tag, they boys still wearing Samantha’s panties on their heads and the girls, with the exception of Rosie, in little more than Mother Nature gave them!

“You could ask…” Josh suggested, not sounding incredibly confident. “It’s kind of the done thing to dress for dinner and girls do tend to all like putting on pretty outfits…” Deciding it was worth a try, Laura signalled to her dad to turn down the music then called for attention. The children stopped their game and gathered in front of her and the adults, including Rachel, who were sat around the edge, chatting or watching the dance floor shenanigans, all turned to look at her.

“Dinner will be served in about fifteen minutes.” she informed them. “And while I’m sure Sammie would be delighted to see so many of you embracing the meat-girl aesthetic,” she grinned as many of the girls giggled playfully, “it really would mean a lot to me if you would put your nice outfits back on for dinner. I want to get lots of photos and, after all, you all went to so much effort to dress up, it would be nice to see those pretty dresses for a little while longer!” Seeing that her words were met with mixed feelings, she offered a compromise. “You can strip off again for pudding!” she promised. “And I won’t say another word about what anyone is wearing or not wearing until morning!”

“Do I have to, Auntie Laura?” Willow asked, wheedlingly. “I look so pretty in this outfit! Everyone says so!”

“No,” Laura chuckled, understanding the need to pick her battles on today of all days, “I’m just asking people to if they’d be willing but not saying anyone has to do anything! It’s Christmas, after all,” she grinned, “and the most important thing is that you have fun!” Apparently happy and showing no inclination to put what little clothing she had arrived in back on, Willow skipped off and deposited herself on Gramps’ lap where, with her arm around his neck and his around her waist, she proceeded to engage him in some clearly very important conversation. Ella and Caroline, Laura was rather pleased to see, went to their mum to ask for their clothes back, as did Nadine, while Amelia headed to the kitchen to collect hers and Amanda picked up her dress from the back of the chair where she had draped it. Knowing that it was time to get the dinner ready to serve, Laura and Josh followed Amelia to the kitchen.

“You owe me for this!” the cheeky brunette winked as Josh as she somewhat reluctantly pulled on her panties the shook out her tights.

“For putting your clothes on?” Josh asked with a chuckle. Gram, Grandma and Grandpa came into the kitchen at that point, Gramps still occupied with his younger granddaughter, to see if they could be of any assistance, distracting Laura’s attention from the conversation between her husband and his young concubine.

“Yeah!” Amelia grinned. “I’m only putting them on so Mrs Martin can get her nice pictures, although I think the ones we took earlier are nicer!” she giggled. “So you owe me!”

“I see!” Josh folded his arms and attempted a serious expression, with very limited success. “And what is this grand personal sacrifice you’re making going to cost me?”

“Half an hour!” She leaned in to speak softly to him. “Tonight, after the party. Just you and me in here alone for half an hour.” Now wearing her tights over her panties but still topless she beckoned him to lean down then whispered in his ear. “I want you to fuck me right there on the table where you gutted Samantha!”


To be continued...