Responses has started to come in to the Sidney Party invitations and, in her normal, organised way, Laura was keeping a record of who had responded and who they were still waiting to hear from. So far, at least, nobody had declined which seemed like a good sign. She would need to organise the food for that pretty soon – she had promised Girl burgers and hot-dogs but was hoping they might be able to run to something a little more special. She checked the time, just after 8am. She could hear movement upstairs and was almost certain that it would be Erin. She always seemed to be the first to wake and their morning chats over coffee before “the boys” were up had become something of a mother-daughter bonding tradition for them,

Closing down the computer, Laura went to the foot of the stairs and sure enough saw Erin in her pyjama bottoms and open dressing gown standing at the top, hair cutely tousled, about to come down. Not wanting to shout and risk waking the others, Laura signalled to her to wait there then quickly went up the stairs to meet her.

“How about we do something a bit different this morning?” she suggested. “I need to go to the butcher to talk about the food for the party on Saturday. If you fancied coming with me, we could get a coffee out somewhere and maybe look around some other shops? I bet the boys won’t even notice we’re gone!”

“Sounds awesome!” Erin grinned. “Should I go get dressed?”

“Well, I was about to take a shower,” Laura smiled, “if you’d like to join me?” Erin nodded eagerly and went ahead of her into the bathroom where they both quickly hung their robes on the back of the door. Since she was wearing both parts of her pyjamas, it took Laura a little longer to finish undressing than Erin but soon they were both naked and Laura leaned in to turn on the shower, feeling the temperature with her hand so they would not get any nasty shocks when they got in.

“Ryan always wants it way too cold!” Erin complained as she watched Laura adjust the temperature upwards. “Is Daddy the same?”

“I’m afraid so!” Laura chuckled. “That’s why we don’t shower together as often these days as when we were first together! Sammie used to like it hot ‘though.” she smiled as it reached what she considered a reasonable temperature and she invited Erin to step in. They chatted as they washed themselves then Erin turned and asked if Laura would soap her back. She had done this with Samantha many times of course, but with Erin it felt different, more intimate somehow. After all, it was not as if she had raised this girl from a baby and she was a very pretty young lady with a lovely figure. As she finished her back and reached the crest of her curvy rump, she quietly asked Erin if she wanted her to keep going.

“If you’d like to.” was Erin’s response, her smile audible in her voice. Gently, lovingly Laura massaged her daughter’s firm buttocks, rubbing soap deep between them, then rinsing off her hand and very gently, tentatively, slipping it between her legs. Erin gave a little gasp then a sweet moan but made no move to stop her as Laura gently pleasured her with her finger tip. Putting her hands against the wall, the young girl stuck her rump out further and Laura gently slipped a finger inside her, reaching around to caress her chest with her other hand, lightly pinching her puffy nipple.

Reaching her climax, Erin turned around quickly and began to tease and lick Laura’s left nipple with her tongue, biting it lightly, caressing her right breast with one hand and slipping her other between her mum’s legs to return the favour. Laura lovingly caressed Erin’s back and rump then began to rub shampoo into her daughter’s pretty hair, massaging her scalp in a way that she knew Samantha had always found relaxing. For as young as she was, Erin really seemed to know what she was doing and it was not long before Laura experienced an orgasm more powerful than she had ever received from anyone else before, matched only by the ones she was able to give herself, although even those normally took a lot longer, and she had to lean back against the wall, putting one hand out to steady herself.

Feeling rather proud of herself, Erin slipped her arms around Laura and pressed her slippery young body against hers, resting her head on her pillowy breasts for a few moments before looking up at her with a cheeky smile.

“Why should Daddy and Amelia have all the fun, eh?” she grinned.

“Why indeed!” Laura chuckled, stroking her wet hair then leaning down to kiss her. “But I don’t want you ever to feel that you have to do things like that. That I expect it from you.”

“Did I look like I wasn’t having fun?” Erin giggled. “And don’t worry,” she assured her, “I’m not going to try seducing Daddy behind your back!”

“I’d say it would be Amelia you’d have to worry about if you tried something like that!” Laura chuckled, echoing the sentiment the girls had discussed during their sleepover. “But she won’t be around forever and, once she’s going, I have no objection to the two of you having a bit of fun from time to time, as long as I get to join in in!” she added with a giggle. “Just try not to wear him out. Make sure he has some left for me!”

“Deal!” Erin grinned. “On both counts!”

“So…” Laura asked tentatively, still cuddling her daughter under the hot, gushing water, naked, wet bodies pressed up against each other. “If you don’t mind me asking, do you and Ryan ever…?”

“Ewww!” Erin made a face of comically exaggerated disgust. “I’m not letting him put that thing anywhere near me! I’ve seen how often he washes it, or doesn’t!”

“Boys, eh?” Laura chuckled and they giggled together, feeling closer than ever. “Lovely as this is,” Laura sighed a little, practical concerns reasserting themselves in her mind, “if we’re going to go get the meat order in and have time for a coffee before the boys are ready to do anything, we should probably get going!” Erin agreed and they got out of the shower and helped each other dry off then applied moisturiser to each other’s bodies, enjoying themselves but taking care not to get carried away again then, not wanting to wake her brother, Erin slipped into her bedroom to collect her clothes and hair-drying then took them down to the living room to get ready. Knowing that a herd of wild elephants stampeding though the room would not wake Josh until he was ready, Laura got dressed in her own bedroom then came downstairs to join her daughter.

Leaving a note for Josh by the coffee pot, the one place Laura felt sure he would find it, they got in the car and headed to the high street where most of the shops were just starting to open for the day, the cafes that sold breakfast and the news agents having already been open for a couple of hours.

“Breakfast sounds good!” Laura remarked, parking outside the butcher’s shop and noticing the cafe across the road. “I know we were just planning a coffee but how about we get the business sorted out then go see what they have on offer?”

“Sounds good to me!” Erin grinned, unclipping her seat-belt. Pausing outside the butcher’s shop, they looked at the cuts of Girl in the window, laid out next to the chicken, beef, pork and venison like it was just another meat. Another option on the menu. “Sam was so tasty, wasn’t she?” Erin observed a little dreamily. “Did you say we’re getting Girl tonight too?”

“So I hear!” Laura grinned down at her. “A spit-roast! Apparently Amelia’s grandma has hired the same company that’s going to be roasting her in May so she can get to understand their process and know what to expect.”

“Sounds good to me!” Erin grinned. “Then there’s Ella and Lydia in January and that girl Amelia won next month… We could get addicted!” She giggled.

“Normal meat does feel like a bit of a step-down, doesn’t it?” Laura agreed with a chuckle. “Maybe those old legends were onto something when they claimed once a person has tasted human flesh, it’s the only thing they want to eat and they lose all appetite for anything else!”

“I guess it’s our own fault for being so delicious, huh?” Erin giggled. “Like the dodo or those giant turtles!”

“I guess so!” Laura laughed. “Come on, let’s go have a chat and see what they can offer!” Inside, the shop was a lot quieter than it had been just before Christmas although Laura supposed it might get busier later as people came in to collect their orders for their New Year’s Eve parties and she was glad they had decided to visit early in the day. As well as the small queue of customers waiting to be served by the butcher’s wife, there were three naked meat-girls sat on the waiting bench, a girl of about fourteen who looked nervous, twisting her long, dirty-blonde hair around her fingers and tapping her foot against the floor, one long, shapely leg crossed over the other, and two sisters of around eight and ten who were happily chattering and teasing each other across their clothed mother who sat between them with a look of tired resignation on her face. Laura went to join the queue to be served while Erin lingered back near to the bench.

“Inspection or harvest?” she asked the teen lightly, thinking she looked as if she needed the distraction of a conversation.

“Sorry?” the girl looked up with an apologetic smile. “Were you talking to me? I was miles away!”

“No worries.” Erin gave her a friendly smile. “I was just asking whether you’re here for an inspection or if this is your big day?”

“Big fay, I guess!” the girl gave a slight chuckle. “My appointment was ten minutes ago but the butcher seems to be running behind. I’m okay with all this,” she gestured at the display cabinets of meat then to her own naked body, “but seriously, waiting to go get your throat cut is way worse than waiting for the dentist!”

“I’m sure it won’t be too long now.” Erin assured her. “Mind if I sit down? It’s allowed, isn’t it? My mum’s just trying to organise some meat for a party we’re having next week.”

“Sure!” The girl shifted a little closer towards the older of the two young sisters and patted the bench beside her. “She’s not planning on serving you up, then?”

“Not this time!” Erin chuckled. “But we’ve been talking about plans for a nice combo meal for my brother’s eighteenth!” She didn’t feel the need to explain that this was still seven years away, nor that she was currently ineligible for harvest. This girl didn’t need to know all that.

“Sounds good!” the girl chuckled. “So what’s the party for? Next week is a bit late for a New Year celebration?”

“Some friends are getting roasted at Sidney’s,” Erin explained, “and we want to throw them a kind of going-away party a few days before. Should be fun! We’re all going to dress up as Sidney and eat Girl-burgers.”

“Oh that does sound fun!” the girl smiled. “I did have lunch out with my best friend yesterday. That was my final treat I guess.” She looked at the clock on the wall behind the counter and sighed deeply. “At this rate I might just give up and go home.” she muttered.

“You, um…” Erin wondered how best to phrase her question. “Will your meat be on sale here or are you a special order?”

“Bit of both.” the girl smiled. “My parents are having a barbecue tonight and although I don’t actually remember having much of a discussion about it, I seem to have agreed to be the meat, but they only have a regular grill so they need me cut up into handy steaks!” She shrugged and gave a half smile. “Dad did some sort of deal where they trade some of my meat in exchange for the processing. I think the butcher’s keeping a leg and a few other bits but don’t ask me what.” She shrugged again. “Dad’s supposed to be picking up his share at ten.” According to clock it was already close to a quarter past nine. Just then, the door behind the counter opened and the butcher came out, fresh-looking blood on his apron, wiping his hands on a rag.

“Josie Calloway?” he asked as if addressing the room in general before focussing on the bench.

“Fucking finally!” the teen muttered under her breath. “Right, let’s get this over with. Nice talking to you.” She smiled at Erin. “Hope your party is fun on Saturday.” She stood and took a deep breath as if steeling herself for something she needed to do but was far from looking forward to. “Here!” she waved and followed the butcher through the lifted flap in the counter and out into the back room.

Looking over, Erin could see that her mum was next in line to be served but, once the kind-looking woman behind the counter had finished with her current customer, she smiled apologetically and asked if Laura wouldn’t mind waiting a few more minutes while she got the displays re-stocked. From what she could hear, since the women were not talking loudly but the shop was small and relatively quiet otherwise apart from some local music radio station playing in the background, the assistant who was supposed to be helping out hadn’t shown up or was at least running late, meaning that the couple were having to cope with all the tasks between them, which would explain why the butcher had kept Josie waiting.

Glancing over, Laura smiled and Erin, checking that she was okay and silently apologising for the delay. Wanting to reassure her, Erin gave her mum a thumbs-up then realised the naked sisters had fallen silent and were looking at her with curious interest.

“Hi!” She addressed them brightly. “I’m Erin.”

“Hi!” the older sister smiled back. “I’m Amy and this is Morgan.” The younger sister leaned forward, looking around her mum, and waved. “Are you here for grading?”

“No,” Erin smiled, “just waiting for my mum. What about you two?”

“Yeah!” the pretty ten year old grinned. “We’ve been working hard, following the diet and doing the right exercises so we’re both hoping for an A!”

“That’s great!” Erin grinned, looking them both over. “My fr…” She caught herself. “My sister Sam who we had for Christmas dinner got an A-grade and she was really proud of it! She even showed it off to everyone in swimming class!” The sisters giggled. “You two look great! I’m sure you’ll get top marks. So what then?” she asked, curiously. “What’s the plan once you’ve got your grading?”

“Our Aunt’s getting married soon.” Morgan across to tell her. “And she’s asked us to be bridesmaids. We thought it would be so cool if everyone saw the official A-grade stamps on our rumps before we cook!”

“That would be quite something!” Erin agreed, pondering what her own grade might be if she were to be inspected at that moment. She knew that they would be playing at grading each other at the party but there everyone was going to get an A. She knew from Samantha that Amelia had been told that she was currently only a B but that she had been given advice to get her grade up. Plenty of girls never got the grading mark, of course. It was not as if it was compulsory, but for many it was all part of the experience.

The rather flustered-looking woman came back pushing a trolley of meat, presumably from whoever the butcher had been working on before Josie, and quickly got it out on display ready for purchase. Looking at this fresh meat which had presumably been a girl just like her at most an hour earlier, Erin wondered how far along Josie’s processing had got. Was the efficient and experienced butcher already parting her out or was she hanging uncomfortably from a pair of meat-hooks waiting for her throat to be cut?

“So will you be spit-roasted?” Erin asked the exited, naked sisters beside her with interest. “My sister was cooked in the oven but we’re going to a party with a spit-roast tonight.”

“Yeah!” the older girl answered with a broad grin. “They’ve got this really cool double spit where they can do us together at the same time. The whole thing turns round over the coals but you turn on your own spit too.”

“Sounds like a teacup ride!” Erin giggled.

“Kind of!” the eager meat-girl agreed. “But with a spike up your pussy!” Her mum shot her a warning look but she simply shrugged and raised her eyebrow defiantly. “What?” she asked with outraged faux-innocence. “That’s what happens when you get spit-roasted! No point trying to be all delicate about it!” The mum opened her mouth to respond but then just shook her head and sighed in resigned amusement. Before anyone could say anything else, Erin notice Laura beckoning her with a smile.

“Oops, better go!” she smiled at the girls. “Looks like my mum wants me! Enjoy your grading!” The girls grinned and waved at her. “What’s up?” Erin asked brightly, joining Laura at the front of the short line. “They going to be able to sort us out some burgers?”

“Definitely!” Laura grinned. “But apparently they’re also slaughtering a couple of girls on Saturday morning whose parents only want their rumps so the rest will be up for sale and she said we can reserve their fillets if we’d like to. Do you think Lydia and Ella would like that? A nice fillet each to top their burgers?”

“Oh for sure!” Erin nodded emphatically.

“That’s not all, though.” She told her daughter excitedly. “The taxidermist apparently has a client who just wants their daughter’s head preserved to be given as a trophy at some family event that’s coming up but they don’t need her meat so we can also have a turkey crown for the party. Only a little one, mind, I think she’s only five years old, but that would make a great centre-piece, wouldn’t it?”

“Definitely!” Erin nodded, surprised, understanding what a turkey crown was from having watched the footage Laura had recorded when she had come for her gutting tutorial ahead of cooking Samantha. “Can we afford all that?”

“Oh I think so.” Laura nodded. “We’re getting a good deal on it, plus your uncles said they were happy to chip in if there was anything we needed to make the party special and they’ve got pots of money. Don’t worry!” She winked. “You and I won’t have to start working the street-corners just yet!” Erin giggled. This party was certainly shaping up to be one to remember, even if not quite on the scale of the one that would come a few days later at Sidney’s. She was sure her friends across the road would be more than delighted!

“We’ll take it!” Laura grinned at the women. “And the burgers, sausages and bacon we discussed. It’s an over-night party after all,” she reminded Erin, glancing down at her, “so we’ll need stuff for breakfast too!” Remembering Samantha’s Christmas party and all the personalised gifts and decorations that had been arranged, Erin realised she really should not be surprised that her mum was going all-in on this Sidney party too and was quite pleased for her that the next three big events that she knew of coming up after that were all someone else’s responsibility.

“The slaughter is booked for eleven o’clock.” the woman smiled as she took payment for the deposit and had Laura sign the order form. “If you wanted to bring the girls along to watch they’d be more than welcome. Oh, hello!” She smiled at Erin, clocking for the first time that she was not one of the girls Laura had brought with her on her last visit. “I don’t think we’ve met before, have we?”

“I’m Erin.” She smiled up at the friendly woman who reminded her of the teachers from infant school.

“She’s our new daughter.” Laura explained proudly. “Her and her brother. Well,” she chuckled, “he’s our new son, of course, not our daughter, but you know what I mean!”

“I do indeed!” the woman chuckled. “So I take it you were at the Christmas party and got to enjoy your turkey sister?” Erin nodded, grinning broadly. “Well, welcome to the family!” The woman smiled with genuine warmth. “I know these good people will make great parents for you. So we’ll be seeing you Saturday?” she turned back to Laura who confirmed. “Great! See you then!”

As they headed towards the door to leave, Erin saw the sisters still there, waiting for their appointment, and waved to them but also saw that they had been joined by two more girls, also sisters from the looks of them, one around fourteen or fifteen years old and the other, aged seven or eight, sitting on her lap. Noticing the A-grade on the young girl’s rump as she leaned forward to talk to the other girls, Erin realised that they could only be there for one reason and felt a tingle of vicarious excitement for them.

“Apparently they supply this cafe too!” Laura informed Erin as they crossed the road together, holding hands for safety and companionship. “So we should be able to get a nice Girl breakfast inside us!”

“Twice in one day?” Erin giggled. “You really are trying to turn me into a Wendigo aren’t you?” The happy mother and daughter giggled together as they went into the cafe, took their seats at an empty table for two then looked at the big menu board on the wall.

“Order whatever you want!” Laura urged. “Just not more than you can eat, okay?” Erin nodded. Even when her parents had been alive and later when they had lived with their very loving and indulgent grandmother, everything had always been fairly equal, always her and Ryan together, many gifts given as joint presents for both of them to share. Then of course in the care home pretty much everything had been communal, or taken as such if not nailed down. Having this much individual attention from a parental figure was a new experience for Erin but she liked it. In the past week, she had come to treasure their morning coffee time and today things had just moved to a whole new level of closeness between them.

The menu was a typical English cafe offering with minimal variations and she read it over with interest. Just as she was reaching the end when a friendly, stocky, middle-aged woman with dark grey hair in a bun and an apron with the cafe’s logo on over her normal clothes came over to take their order.

“What can I get for you?” she asked with a smile, flipping open her notebook and hovering with her pen poised to write down the order.

“Can I have the Full English, please?” Laura asked with a smile.

“Of course!” The woman nodded approvingly. “How would you like your eggs? Fried, poached or scrambled?”

“Fried please.” smiled Laura.

“And will that be the pork, vegetarian or Girl option?”

“Oh, Girl, please!” Laura grinned. “I know it costs a bit extra but I think it’s so worth it!”

“Can’t argue with you there!” the woman chuckled, scribbling on her pad. “Would you like to add toast or fried bread?”

“Some toast and jam sounds nice.” Laura agreed. “And can I have a mug of tea with milk, please?”

“You certainly can!” The woman nodded as she wrote. “And for you, young miss?”

“I’d like the Full English too, please!” Erin grinned. “Girl!” She added hurriedly. “And it says at the bottom of the menu that you can add extra of any ingredients. Is that right?”

“Oh yes!” The woman chuckled. “We welcome healthy appetites here!”

“Great!” Erin opened her mouth then hesitated for a moment and looked over at her mum but Laura smiled reassuringly and nodded, reminding her to order whatever she wanted. “In that case, can I please have double bacon and double sausages on that, and my eggs scrambled, please?”

“I like a girl who knows what she wants!” the woman chuckled as she recorded Erin’s order. “Would you like bacon bits in the scrambled egg? Girl, of course!”

“Oh, yes please!” the young girl grinned. “I’d like some toast and jam too, please.”

“How about I bring you the family portion to share?” The woman suggested kindly. “It costs a little less than two individual portions and you actually get more, plus an assortment of jams.”

“That sounds perfect, thank you.” Laura was pleased to find that the waitress, who may well also be the cafe’s owner, was on the side of her customers and wanted to help them get the best deal.

“And what will you have to drink?” the woman asked Erin. Seeing her hesitation, she listed the options. “We’ve got tea, coffee, milk, orange juice, apple juice, still or fizzy bottled water or whatever cans you see in the fridge there.” She pointed with her pen towards the glass-fronted counter-top fridge next to the till.

“I’d like a Coke, please.” Erin asked with a polite smile. “With a glass, please, but no ice.”

“No problem at all!” The woman made some final notes. “I’ll bring your drinks over now. Food will be about ten minutes, okay?” The mother and daughter nodded happily and the woman went off to relay their order to the kitchen. The only other patrons in the small cafe for the moment were an old man who was reading his newspaper while eating some sort of baguette and a very tired-looking young mother with a baby in a high-chair who she was feeding scrambled egg, grabbing occasional bites of her own breakfast muffin when she got a chance.


To be continued...