It came as no surprise to her when they all scampered in stark naked. Ryan and the two older girls headed straight for the bed and jumped in, giggling as they got cosy under the duvet, but Ella lingered, looking thoughtful and a little nervous.

“What is it, sweetheart?” Laura asked as Josh followed the children into the room, ready to show them how to work the projector. “Is everything okay? Do you want to go talk somewhere else?”

“Oh no!” the nine year old smiled sweetly. “Nothing like that. I was just thinking how kind you are to arrange the Sidney party for us and how nice it is that some of the people who eat us are going to be our friends. I was excited about being cooked anyway,” she assured her, “and I really hope they let me go on the roasting frame, that looked so much fun! But it’s even nicer knowing you will all be there.”

“Well that’s good.” Laura smiled kindly, reaching out and taking the young girl’s hand in a comforting way. “I know you’ll be a very tasty little piggy!” Ella giggled. “The Sidney party was Erin’s idea,” she turned and smiled at her daughter as she gave credit where it was due, “inspired by something Sammie said at her last sleepover on Christmas Eve! She said that every girl who was going to cook at a party should get to have her own little party with her girl-friends first as she was going to miss the best bit of the big one, so Erin suggested, and we all agreed, that you and your sister should get that experience too!”

“You really think I’ll be tasty?” Ella smiled, stepping forward a little, entering Laura’s bubble of personal space the way Samantha would when she wanted a cuddle. Instinctively, Laura put her around around the little girl’s waist and guided her onto her lap. The willingness with which she allowed herself to be manoeuvred proved that that was what she had wanted.

“I do!” Laura assured her. “Both of you!” She glanced over at the others on the bed. Josh was sat on the end now and the three older children where on their hands and knees watching his short instructional talk about how to work the projector, adjust the volume and switch to the next movie. She highly doubted that her husband knew anything about the use of technology that three eleven year olds either did not already know or could not work out within seconds but never the less she thought it sweet of them to humour him.

“Are you looking forward to eating us?” Ella asked with a hopeful smile.

“I really am!” Laura promised, surprising herself a little but just how sincerely she meant it. Certainly she had been on board with the idea of eating her daughter, especially when she saw how much she wanted it, and there was no doubt that she had looked and tasted absolutely delicious, but Laura had not felt the same way looking at her as she had now, looking at Ella and her sister. Perhaps eating her own daughter had flipped some kind of switch inside her, or perhaps it was simply the rather more distant relationship she had with the sweet sisters from across the road but when she looked at them, she felt hungry, she craved their meat, as if to be eaten was the point of their existence and it would feel like a terrible waste of potential if they were to somehow change their minds.

It was, she supposed, similar to the way she had felt about the girls in the butcher’s shop that she herself had helped to process, but she had put that down to the fact that they had been introduced to her naked, in a place where girls like them were harvested and their meat sold, and that she had known them in no other context. Yet when she looked at Ella and Lydia, especially at their firm, meaty rumps, she could feel her mouth watering and felt impatient to taste their roasted meat.

“When I think of you coming out the oven,” she exposited, “strapped to that frame, roasted golden brown, perhaps with your tummy filled with stuffing and an onion or carrot in your pussy to stop it leaking out,” she ran her fingers down Ella’s taught belly before tickling her lightly between the legs, making her giggle, “it makes my own tummy rumble with anticipation! I’m so happy my brother bought you and we all get to enjoy your meat!”

This was apparently what Ella had been hoping to hear as she hugged Laura tightly.

“I’m so happy you’ll get to enjoy me!” she beamed up at her lovingly before hopping off her lap and getting into bed with the others who, satisfied that they knew how to work the projector from the tablet, were getting cosy under the duvet. Erin was on the left-side edge with Lydia close beside her, then Ryan with Ella slipping in tightly beside him and snuggling close. Although Ryan’s right arm was hidden under the duvet, Laura would have put money on his hand being on the nine year old’s incredibly appetising rump.

“Well, we’ll leave you to it!” Josh smiled as Erin seemed to take charge with the tablet. “We’ll be downstairs if you need anything!” With that, they left the children alone in the bedroom, turning off the light as they left to make the projected image on the wall clearer. Erin set the first film in the play-list that Laura had suggested running and the children snuggled as the dramatic music played and Van Helsing’s voice-over told the story of how the warrior hero Vlad the Impaler, stricken with grief at the death of his beloved, came to turn his back of God and become the undead vampire who became known as Count Dracula.

Despite the exciting and visually captivating opening, the next half hour or so of the movie were rather slow and a little dull for the young audience. With the movie playing in the background, they started chatting then Ryan felt a warm little hand stroking his boyhood which of course grew hard again in response to the touch. He looked across at Ella who was grinning at him, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I really liked what we did in the bath!” She told him in a soft, almost-whisper. Sitting on his lap in the hot water, surrounded by bubbles, she had found that she could position his special sausage, which had not taken much rump-wiggling on her part to make rock hard, between the lips of her plump young fillet and slide back and forth, creating waves of pleasure through her delicious young body and it did not seem to have been a horrible experience for him either. “I want you to put it in me for real!” She pressed her young body against his. “Remember, it’s a party for you and your sister too! I’ll tell everyone you get to eat my yummy little cunt if you fuck me right now!” Ryan’s eyes went a little wide at the graphic language, especially coming as it did from the sweet little girl. He had received blow-jobs before, including from Ella herself, and there was no denying that he had wished they could go all the way she she teased him in the bath but was this really about to happen? Was his first actual time going to be with a little girl he would be eating two weeks later? He supposed it would avoid any potential break-up awkwardness and Ella was giving up the rest of her potential life, eighty years or more of experiences, to give a room full of people, including himself, a good meal. Could he really deny her anything he wanted?

Realising what was happening beside them, Erin and Lydia stopped their quiet conversation to watch, turning onto their sides and Erin propping herself up on the pillows to look over Lydia’s shoulder, the developing scene in the bed far more interesting than the very polite arguments between strangely-dressed posh people that seemed to be going on in the movie. There was some awkward fumbling as the pair got tangled in the duvet, Lydia eventually taking pity on them and pulling it away, allowing her little sister to slip underneath Ryan who positioned himself over her, smiling down with his hands either side of her head and her arms around his neck.

With the two older girls watching, grinning and silently cheering them on, Ella and Ryan kissed then he carefully lined the head of his boyhood up with the opening of her lovely, plump fillet so that he could feel it nestle between the lips then, following a slight nod from the young meat-girl, he pushed, feeling himself enter her. Ella gasped, her eyes wide, then gave a soft, contented sigh as she felt Ryan’s young, adolescent organ stretch her inside, pushing all the way in as she took him inside her completely. As they kissed once more, he pulled almost all the way out until only the head remained inside her warm, welcoming young opening, then slid all the way in once more. Ella began to rock her hips and gradually the pair found a rhythm together, Ryan’s thrusts becoming faster and more urgent, Ella moaning, gasping and squeaking as the little meat-girl became a woman. After just under two minutes, Ryan gave a deep, moan-like sigh and Ella felt him explode inside her, the feeling or which triggered a climax in her far more powerful than anything she had achieved with her own fingers before.

Carefully, Ryan pulled his slowly-softening boyhood out of her, feeling the head pull free with a gentle pop. Sweating and slightly out of breath, he lay on his back as the girls shuffled around to make room for him then Ella lay partly beside and partly on top of him, snuggled to him with one leg across his and his arms around her, holding her lovingly, as the movie seemed to finally be getting interesting. As they turned their attention back to the projected screen, they saw a beautiful young woman apparently having sex with a werewolf on top of a flat tomb in a spooky, gothic cemetery.

“You know,” Ella teased, walking her fingers across Ryan’s chest, “I’m hoping to go on the roasting frame. It’s Lydia who really needs the spit-practice! Think you’ve got another go in you?”

“Maybe!” Ryan chuckled awkwardly, blushing a little. “Give me a few minutes!”

“We could always go get your dad if you don’t feel like you’re up to it!” his little lover teased.

“I wouldn’t if I were you!” Erin giggled. “Mummy may not be the jealous type but I’m pretty sure Amelia is! She may have accepted sharing him with Sam but I don’t think she’d take too kindly to anyone else having a go on him!”

“What’s she gonna do?” Lydia giggled. “Have me killed?”

“Maybe she’ll find some special kind of poison that doesn’t effect your health in any way but makes your meat taste gross so it has to be thrown out?” Erin suggested, only half-joking. “Or find some way to hack Sidney’s database and get you listed as having Mad Cow Disease or something?” This was something they had recently leaned about in school – an outbreak in the nineteen nineties which, despite it’s funny-sounding name, had devastating consequences for anyone who caught it, not to mention the impact on the British beef industry and farming in general! They all giggled together for the next few minutes, coming up with supervillain-esque ideas about how Amelia might take revenge on anyone who tried to have their way with her man!

“Willow’s dads aren’t into girls!” Lydia pointed out. “So it’s not like I can ask them! Maybe her brother?” she giggled. “He seemed to enjoy his blow-job at Christmas!” There was more giggling and Ryan, feeling rather outnumbered, worried that the pressure might leave him unable to rise to the occasion. Fortunately, however, being sandwiched between two naked girls, especially girls discussing their imminent cooking, not to mention the assistance from Ella’s warm little hand, was able to get his hormone-flooded, young adolescent body ready for action again in no time.

“I think he’s ready!” Ella announced. “I got him nice and warmed up for you!” Ryan, feeling a little embarrassed but even more excited for sex with Lydia who was his own age and on the cusp of womanhood than he had been for her pretty but still very little sister, went to climb on top of her as he had with Ella but the older girl pinned him down with her hands on his shoulders and straddled him as they both shuffled towards the middle of the bed, then gleefully impaled herself on his waiting erection. Closing her eyes and biting her lip, wanting to feel every sensation as powerfully as possible, she began to ride him, slowly at first then faster and faster, treating him more like her own personal sex-toy than a lower, hands on his chest and nails digging into his skin almost hard enough to draw blood although Ryan offered no complaint!

With eager young eyes watching them from both sides, Lydia continued to ride Ryan harder and harder, trying to imagine that his rock-hard willy which was a respectable size for his age although still of relatively modest proportions over all was the tip of the spit which would soon force its way up through her cervix and into her uterus before piercing it like an unblown balloon and making its way through her meaty young body up to her throat where it would emerge back into the light, impaling her like one of Vlad’s enemies and confirming for the world that she was nothing but skewered meat ready to roast!

The thought pushed her over the edge and she experienced a climax every bit as powerful as her sister’s. Although Ryan had been able to perform as demanded of his, it was still too soon after his last orgasm for him to be able to cum again so, understanding this, Lydia leaned down to kiss him.

“Thank you!” she whispered. “I’ll make it up to you later!” Carefully, she lifted herself of him and snuggled to him on the other side from Ella. “Is it just me?” she asked of the group in general, “Or is this movie kinda slow?”

“The beginning was cool…” Erin admitted gamely, studying the tablet to see how much of the run-time was left and finding that they were barely half way through. “But… yeah…”

“Should we try one of the others?” Ryan suggested. The four children all looked at each other. Certainly, they had all been in the mood for something dark and erotic when they got into bed but since the shenanigans between Ryan and the sisters, even ‘though Erin had not been directly involved, they were all feeling as if that mood had now passed.

“Are there any more of those Killer Tomatoes movies on there?” Ella asked after a few moments. Erin checked and found that there were two aside from the one they had already watched listed as available on the particular streaming app so they all quickly agreed to watch one of those instead.

“Sure you don’t want a go on your brother?” Lydia teased about fifteen minutes into the movie. “I’m sure he’ll be good to go again!”

“Eww!” Erin giggled. “You think if we wanted to do that we wouldn’t have done it already?” Ryan blushed a little and pretended not to hear the conversation despite only being little more the a food away, nestled between the two sisters whose cherries he had popped along with his own not half an hour earlier. “Nah…” Erin grinned cheekily. “I need to wait until May for what I want!”

Erin was the first to wake up in the morning and looked with amusement at her brother entwined with the two sisters who had both made use of him several times during the night, Lydia insisting that it was only fair that she get to experience him cumming inside her too. After a while, none of them had been seeking climax any more, just loving the feeling of “becoming one flesh”. Part of her felt as if she should have been jealous, like she was being left out, but all she felt was happiness for her brother and her friends and general amusement at the whole situation.

Leaving them to sleep, she took her dressing gown from the back of the bedroom door and went downstairs where she found Laura enjoying an early morning cup of coffee.

“Morning!” she smiled at her mum. “Daddy not up yet?”

“Last time I checked he was still snoring away happily!” Laura chuckled, pushing out the chair next to her with her foot, inviting Erin to join her at the kitchen table. “I guess the others are following his example?”

“Well they did tire themselves out pretty well!” Erin giggled, slipping onto the chair.

“They had some fun last night then, huh?” Laura asked with a cheeky grin as she sipped her coffee, reassuring Erin, if she had harboured any doubts, that she was the kind of mum who would be willing to talk about anything.

“Well Ryan’s willy might be kinda sort this morning!” Erin giggled.

“Oh dear!” chuckled Laura. “I guess we’ll have to find him some cream to help with that! I think there’s some aloe vera lotion in the bathroom cabinet, that would probably do the trick!” The giggled together and both felt the significance of the bonding moment. “Would you like a drink?” Laura asked. “What do you drink in the morning anyway?” She welcomed the opportunity to get to know her daughter a little better. “Do you like coffee?”

“Sometimes!” Erin smiled. “Do you have syrup?”

“Hmm I think so…” Laura got up and went to the cupboard. “Actually, I’m fairly sure Sammie won a set of… Yes!” She pulled a gift-box of coffee syrups from behind some other packets, the numbered ticket from a tombola still taped to it. “Here we go!” she grinned, turning the box around and checking the back. “Just about in date!” she chuckled. “Let’s see… We’ve got vanilla, hazelnut, mint or caramel!” She poured some coffee, filling it only about two thirds of the way up and topping it up with milk then tore the top of the box open. “Which one would you like?”

“Um…” Erin thought for a moment. “Hazelnut, please!”

“Good choice!” Laura grinned. “You know, I think I might join you!” She topped up her own mug although she did not add any milk this time. “I never think to use this stuff at home but I do enjoy it when I go out. Let’s see,” she studied the label on the bottle then, when she didn’t seem to find what she was looking for, checked the back of the box, “how much are you supposed to use? Huh.” she chuckled. “It just says a dash. That’s very helping, isn’t it?” Erin giggled. “Oh well, I guess we just have to hope for the best!” She poured about one eighth of the contents of the fairly small bottle into each of the mugs then stirred them with the same spoon. “There you go!” she smiled, setting the mug down in front of her daughter on the table then resuming her seat next to her. “Enjoy!” Erin smiled happily as she picked up her mug, blew on the coffee then sipped it, happy to be sharing this moment with her new mum and enjoying having her to herself for the moment.

“So,” Erin grinned after a few quiet sips, “you know how people keep reminding me I can’t cook for either five or six years now you’re adopting me?” Laura nodded and gave a fairly non-committal sound of affirmation. “Well, it’s even worse for you!”

“Worse?” Laura asked, fairly sure she knew what her daughter was getting at but wanting to hear it from her. “How do you figure?”

“Well,” explained Erin, sipping her coffee again, “I have to wait until five years after the adoption, right?” Laura nodded. “Well, we’re not sure if it’s five years from now or starting in a year’s time,” Erin clarified, “but anyway, as soon as that time is up, I can cook if I want to. But the law says mother’s aren’t allowed to cook if they have minor children, even if there’s not technically an upper age limit, right?”

“That is how I understand it, yes!” Laura chuckled.

“So when Sam roasted, you could have become eligible to get cooked yourself,” Erin remind her, “but because you’ve taken us on, you’re gonna have to wait until Ryan turns eighteen, even if I cook before that!”

“That’s true!” Laura chuckled, wondering how much of her conversation with Josh from the night before to let her daughter in on. “You know,” she sipped her coffee again, “it’s not like it’s a done deal. You don’t have to cook. I know it seems like that’s the in thing to do right now,” Laura cringed inwardly, wondering when she had started talking like her own grandmother, but managed not to let it show on her face, “but you might think of something else you want to do with your life and you should be open to that too!”

“I know.” Erin agreed with a slight shrug. “I guess the good thing about having to wait is it gives me time to think. You don’t think it’s kind of hypocritical of me to enjoy eating other girls if I don’t get eaten myself one day?”

“Not at all!” Laura grinned. “It’s not like you’re pushing those other girls into it. If anything, you’re helping them live their dream! And if it ends up being your dream too,” she smiled, “then I’m sure there will be plenty of people happy to take a bite!” She grinned wolfishly and Erin giggled but also felt reassured. “And equally, if it ends up not being, there will still be plenty of tasty girls out there for you to enjoy!”

“What about you?” Erin asked, the compassion in her voice making it clear that this was a genuine question and she really wanted to know how her mum felt. “I know Sidney wasn’t around when you were a kid but what about later? Before you had Sam? Did you ever think about cooking?”

“Not really.” Laura admitted. “I already had Sammie before the first Sidney’s opened here and that was really the start of girl-eating. In fact, she was born the same year Sidney got butchered and it was two years before the restaurants started opening in America and another two years before they started opening them here. I guess you’d both have been four then?” Erin thought about this for a moment then agreed, never having ever really got the timeline clear in her head before. “So, yeah,” Laura smiled again, “wasn’t really a thing when I was younger.”

“What about when Sam said she wanted to roast for Christmas?” Erin pushed. “You hadn’t even met us until she invited us to the party. Did you think you might want to cook once she was gone?”

“It crossed my mind.” Laura admitted. “More like it made me think about how I would feel if I was your age now. But I decided I wasn’t done being a mum yet!” Erin smiled happily at this.

“Well I’m glad about that!” she grinned warmly.

“Sammie did say she thought I’d still be tasty!” Laura admitted with a giggle.

“I’m sure you would be!” Erin agreed. “Maybe you could cook for Ryan’s eighteenth if you still fancied it by then?”

“Well…” Laura sipped her coffee for a moment to buy herself a little time before deciding, “Josh...Daddy pointed out last night that the hall where we had Sammie’s Christmas party has a spit and a pot outside. I’ll be forty by the time you two are eighteen so I’d probably be best in a stew and if you were to decide that you did want to cook and didn’t mind waiting an extra year or so, you could go on the spit and we could make a mother and daughter feast!”

“Wow!” Erin’s eyes grew wide and sparkled with excitement. “That sounds awesome! I’d love that!”

“Well let’s see how you feel nearer to the time!” Laura chuckled. “But if you still like the idea when we get towards that Summer, I’d definitely be up for teaming up with you to make sure Ryan’s eighteenth is very well-catered!”


To be continued...