First, Sarah led Carmen to the auction area, showing him the stage where the meat-girls and boys would be displaying themselves and introducing him to some of those waiting in the pen, all of whom had their lot number written in marker pen on their right shoulder and left buttock. Then she took him around the back, behind the screen set up to shield what was behind from the public, where all the butchering equipment was set up. Clean and standing idle for the moment but ready to be put to deadly efficient use as soon as things got rolling. It was not a restricted area as such and the curious were welcome to go and watch, as long as they stayed behind the railings of course so as to not get in the way of the butchers as they worked, but not everyone, as Sarah reminded Carmen, likes to think too much about how their meat goes from cute, giggling girl to the food on their plate!

Lots of the stalls were just fruit and veg of course, although the lady setting up a fancy cheese display did give them a little sample to try. If they hadn’t been going to be cooked and served themselves, they both agreed that you could put together a very fine lunch with a mixture of the fresh bread, strong, flavoured cheeses and cured meats on sale, even without patronising any of the hot food stands, many of which were serving Boy or Girl in some form or another. Several stall-holders, in fact, noticing how they were dressed, asked if they were for sale but Sarah always politely but confidently informed them that they were already spoken for. It was clear that Uncle Silas was going to be given a run for his money and they were very happy to be helping him out.

When they got back to the potato stand, their parents were already there, coffees in hand along with a box of pastries they had picked up to share with Silas and Ken.

“Here come our main ingredients!” Silas grinned as the cousins came into view. “Perfect timing! We were just saying we’d need to get you started soon. The children grinned happily as he looked them over thoughtfully for a moment. “We need to get you shaved first.” he explained. “Nobody likes hair in their food after all!” They both giggled. “Ken’s going to do the honours if you don’t mind. He’s pretty good at that sort of thing.”

“Of course!” Sarah smiled breezily. “Whatever you need! We’re you’re ingredients after all!”

“The recipe we’re doing is actually my Grandma’s!” Ken explained cheerfully as the children took off their boots and hats and came to stand on the old blanket he had set out to catch their hair. “Her barbecue pulled pork was legendary in my family! That’s why we thought it would make the perfect topping! Of course she never made a batch as big as this!” he chuckled, picking up a batter-powered hair trimmer. “Right! Who’s first?”

“I’ve got less hair so you should do me first for practice.” Carmen volunteered gamely. He grinned at his mum and gave a thumbs-up when he saw she was filming on her phone and then giggled as he felt the clippers buzzing against his scalp. His blonde hair fell away in chunks which landed on the blanket below, apart from a few hairs which got stuck to his nude little body on the way down.

“Don’t worry.” Uncle Silas assured them, noticing these rogue hairs and watching Sarah trying to brush them off Carmen’s skin with her hands. “I’ll be hosing you both down before you go in the pot.” This seemed to satisfy them, although Carmen couldn’t help finding the hairs that clung to him irritating and itchy. Soon his hair was reduced to stubble, like a field of corn that had just been harvested, and it was Sarah’s turn. The change was more dramatic for her as he long, thick hair fell away and dropped onto the blanket.

“Is it just getting thrown away?” Sarah asked a little sadly as he golden locks piled up around her feet.

“Oh no.” Ken smiled reassuringly. “We’ll gather it up in a bowl or something and leave it outside so the birds all around the farm can take it for their nests. It’s perfect for that sort of thing, and of course completely biodegradable too so much more eco-friendly than some of the other stuff they manage to scavenge!” This idea pleased Sarah and she smiled happily. “Right!” Ken set the trimmer down once there was nothing but glistening stubble on Sarah’s head too. “Now for the bit that takes skill!” He picked up a long, thin can that the children took at first to be deodorant or some sort of air-freshener and began to shake it but it did not rattle how they expected, rather a thick, gloopy sound came from within. “Starting with Carmen again?” he asked. Both children nodded in agreement, Sarah looking on with curiosity as the little boy stepped forward and Ken squirted a heap of clear blue get from the can onto the top of his head, the sudden cold making Carmen giggle, then began to rub it around, lathering it up as he did so, until the top of her cousin’s head was covered in thick, gloopy soap-bubbles. Using his thumbs, Ken wiped a little over Carmen’s eyebrows too. “Now,” he said in a more serious tone but with kindness in his voice. “I’m going to need you to stand very still. Can you do that for me?” Carmen nodded. “Good boy!”

Wide-eyed, Carmen watched as Ken took out a leather pouch, opened it carefully and removed a long, straight razor like the ones the man in the movie used to cut people’s throats. He was so captivated by the shiny blade with its elegant bone handle as Ken sharpened it against a thick leather strap that it was only when he noticed Sarah giggling and the watching adults clearly trying their best not to that he realised his willy had turned hard again like when he was expecting one of Mummy’s Special Kisses. He smiled a little sheepishly and Sarah reached over and pushed it down with the end of her finger, watching it spring up again and bounce with a giggle.

“Someone’s looking forward to cooking!” she teased. “Or perhaps I just look really pretty with a shaved head?” She looked at him expectantly but, fortunately for Carmen, Ken rescued saved him from having to respond by telling him he was ready to start shaving at that he must stand very still, carefully positioning his head before he set to work with the razor.

“This was my great-grandfather’s.” he explained in a conversational tone as he worked, although the look of concentration on his face never wavered. “Passed down to my grandfather, then to my dad and now to me. He taught me how to use it when I was fifteen. There we go!” he declared with satisfaction, finishing by removing Carmen’s eyebrows with a single pass across each. All done!” He took a towel and wiped the excess soap off the young boy’s head. Carmen reached up and ran a hand over his smooth scalp. It felt strange and waxy, not at all how he had expected.

“How do I look?” he asked curiously.

“Like an alien!” Sarah giggled. “I guess it’s my turn now?” She turned to Ken, relaxing her posture and tilting her head upwards as he cleaned the razor and gave it a few more passes over the leather strap to really hone the edge. “Ooh that’s cold!” the meat-girl gave a small yelp of surprise as the soap gel was squirted onto the top of her head.

“Not for long, I promise.” Ken smiled, spreading it around as he had done with Carmen then picking up his razor once more. The ease and speed with which he worked was genuinely remarkable, the sign of a true craftsman, and in less than two minutes Sarah was just as bald as Carmen.

“So you do have some tan-lines after all!” he teased his cousin, seeing how pale the top of her head was. Sarah reached up to feel it in surprise then shrugged and giggled.

“What about our eyelashes?” she asked. “Don’t want people swallowing those by accident!”

“Those are easier to pick out.” Uncle Silas assured her. “And when I cut you up, I’ll do my best to pull them out. Should be pretty easy by then but it would be a long and painful process if we were to try now.”

“Oh, okay.” Sarah accepted his answer with a cheerful smile. “I just want to make sure we’re as yummy as possible for everyone and nobody gets their treat spoiled!”

“You’re a good kid.” her uncle smiled warmly. “You both are! Now I just need to… Oh…” he swore under his breath, making the children giggle. “Sorry! I just realised we don’t have a hose hookup here. I didn’t think of that.” He ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled deeply. “Not sure what to do now!”

“The butchers had a hose set up for cleaning out the meat!” Sarah informed him helpfully. “Maybe they’d let you borrow it?”

“Seems the best option.” Ken shrugged as he carefully packed his razor and other equipment away. “We need to get the hair off somehow.”

“You’d need to walk over there like this.” Silas reminded the cousins. “Are you okay with that?”

“Of course!” Sarah answered confidently for both of them. “Everyone could already tell we were meat!”

“Yeah it’s fine!” Carmen smiled in agreement. “Just as long as the Men in Black don’t pop out and try to take us away!”

“That could be an issue, yes!” Silas chuckled, looking at his niece and nephew who both did look distinctly other-worldly, mostly due to their lack of eyebrows.

“I’ll come over with you.” Carmen’s mum offered. “Help fight them off if they pounce!” Leaving Sarah’s dad to help Ken get everything else ready for the cooking, the strange little family group once again walked to the far end of the market, the children getting surprised looks from the other stall-holders, mostly for their odd appearance rather than the fact that they were naked although Carmen’s little but fierce erection did earn a few comments. Behind the screen next to the auction stand, Silas explained his predicament to the man who seemed to be in charge.

“Oh no problem!” he chuckled. “Happy to help out! Okay Roger and ET,” he teased the children playfully, giving them the names of well-known pop-culture aliens, “let’s get you cleaned up!” The cousins moved to the designated cleaning area as instructed. “You might want to brace yourselves!” the foreman butcher warned then as he fiddled with the end of the hose. A second later they were hit with a blast of water that completely took their breath away! If the shaving gel had felt cold, it was nothing compared to this! They gasped and chocked under the high-pressure spray but managed to compose themselves enough to follow the instructions given to put their hands on their head then to turn around so that their backs could be sprayed and finally to bend forward at touch their toes, upon doing which they were rewarded with concentrated jets of water up their butt-holes and, in Sarah’s case, giving her plump fillet a very thorough cleaning!

A few minutes later, dripping wet, thoroughly rinsed and looking a little shell-shocked, the bald cousins were escorted back through the market where some early bargain hunters were starting to browse, backed to the potato stand. Ken and Sarah’s dad were busy wrapping the first batch of potatoes in foil ready for the oven but they stopped when they saw the little party returning.

“Better get our potato filling cooking if we’re going to be ready on time!” Ken chuckled. Silas nodded and guided the children over to the crock pot.

“It’s going to be a little cosy I’m afraid!” he observed, looking between them and the iron pot. “Hope you’re happy to squash up?”

“Of course!” Sarah giggled. “That will make it more fun!” Both parents moved out of the way to give the farmers room to work but both took their phones out to record at least the beginning of the cooking, having agreed between them that Carmen’s mum would film and Sarah’s dad take pictures so that they would have both to share and enjoy later. Noticing that something seemed to be about to happen, a few members of the public and other stall-holders, along with a few naked boys and girls including the two that Carmen had seen helping set up their own spits, wandered over to watch.

“We’ll get you in the pot first.” Silas explained. “We’ve buttered the inside so hopefully you won’t stick. Whoever goes in first will need to kneel down then the other one will need to basically sit on their lap with their legs around their waist, okay?” Carmen nodded calmly but Sarah’s agreement was far more emphatic. “Great!” Silas chuckled. “Once you’re in, we’ll dump the sauce in over and around you.” He pointed to a couple of large plastic buckets with lids which the children hadn’t noticed before as they had been covered by a blanket to avoid direct sunlight. “Ken’s grandma’s recipe!” he grinned. “Made with fresh, home-grown tomatoes, red wine, fresh herbs and all sorts of other things not even I’m allowed to know!”

“You get the recipe when you make an honest man of me!” Ken winked. “That’s the family tradition!” Silas’ cheeks turned a little pink.

“It will heat up around you.” he continued, explaining to the children what to expect, “and it might start to sting a little but like sunburn. When it really boils, it will likely be very painful but only for a minute or so until the nerve-endings in your skin are destroyed. It won’t be long after that when you pass out and your hearts stop. At that point we’ll pull you out and cut your meat off your bones then pop you back in to finish cooking then we can get any lumps properly shredded and you’ll be ready to serve. Sound good?” Both children nodded, their eyes a little wide. “So,” he smiled, “who’s going in first?”

“I will!” Carmen offered, raising his hand, his little willy which had softened a little while he was cleaned and on the walk back once again rock hard. “Then Sarah can sit on my lap!”

“Good choice!” Silas nodded approvingly. “Right, it’s going to be easiest if I lift you in. Ready?”

“Sure am!” Carmen grinned, turning to give his mum one last thumbs-up which she returned cheerfully.

“You certainly seem happy about it!” Silas chuckled, looking down at his nephew’s proud erection as he lifted him up under his arms and lifted him over the rim of the pot. “There’s not going to be a lot of room to manoeuvrer once you’re in,” he warned him, “so try to bend your knees now for me and I’ll put you down in the kneeling position.” Carmen did as he was told and his uncle carefully lowered him into the pot which was deeper than it looked, despite not being incredibly wide, so that only the top of his head and the tips of his ears stuck out above the rim. “Perfect!” Silas grinned. “Now for the lady!” Giggling, Sarah held her arms out so that he could lift her up but before he did so, he had her turn around.

“You just want another look at my rump!” she teased, wiggling it provocatively.

“Hey, it’s where the best meat is!” Silas grinned, lifting her up from behind and gently feeding her into the pot so that she could slip her legs around Carmen’s waist on the way down. As she was sat on his knees, his hard willy nestling in the plump cleft of her fillet and their sweet young bodies pressed hard up against each other, her whole head was visible above the rim which Silas assured her would not be an issue as it could be pushed forward when he needed to put the lid on.

For a few moments, both children wriggled to get as comfortable as it was possible to be in that position then settled. Silas and Ken opened a bucket each and everyone near by was hit by the rich, smokey aroma. Although it had been kept out of direct sunlight, the gloopy sauce was not too cold as it was poured in around the giggling meat then, for good measure and with a playful grin, Silas poured the last quarter of his bucket over their dome-like heads.

“Hey!” Sarah exclaimed with a giggle.

“We want your meat to be well-marinaded all over!” Uncle Silas winked. “Okay, try to enjoy cooking and thank you again for helping out! I know you’ll be absolutely delicious!” After a brief discussion with Ken, Silas turned a dial and the children heard a whoosh as the bottled gas was ignited and the ring under the pot lit up with dancing blue flames. Almost immediately they felt the metal of the pot starting to heat up but, for the moment at least, the sauce provided a cooling counterpoint. Trying to keep his head above the surface of the sauce for the moment but his shoulders beneath it so that he would absorb the flavour as evenly as possible, Carmen felt Sarah fidgeting around and pushing her hand between their bellies which were pretty tightly pressed against each other until she took a firm grip on his willy, or as firm as was possible with both it and her hand being coated with the slippery tomato-based mixture, and start to tug on it in a more aggressive form of the way Mummy would sometimes help to coax it hard ready for one of her special kisses.

“What are you doing?” he asked with curiosity rather than alarm.

“Well we’re making pulled pork, aren’t we?” his pretty cousin grinned back at him. “So I’m pulling it!” They both giggled and Carmen gave a deep sigh of contentment, enjoying the sensation that Sarah’s soft young hand produced. Around them, they felt the sauce growing warmer. Not yet uncomfortable but definitely noticeable. When it had been poured in it had felt a similar temperature to an outdoor swimming pool, now it was feeling more like a warm bath.

“Did you know willies fit inside spit-holes?” Sarah asked conversationally after ten minutes or so had passed and Carmen’s was no less rigid in her hand.

“No?” the young boy exclaimed. “Is that...safe?”

“I guess!” Sarah shrugged. “Daddy was telling me when he gave me a bath last night. He said grown-ups like to do it all the time! He was telling me that in the olden days, people thought eating other people was wrong and gross and I asked him why people back then thought girls had spit-holes if they weren’t meant to be cooked and he told me!”

“That sounds weird!” Carmen made a sceptical face. “Did he show you how it works?”

“No,” Sarah sighed sadly, “he said his was too big and would probably tear my nice fillet. I bet yours wouldn’t be, ‘though!” she remarked, visibly brightening. “We can try it if you like?”

“I guess…” Carmen frowned a little. “I guess it would feel a bit like getting a special kiss? But we can stop if we don’t like it, right?” he confirmed hurriedly.

“Of course!” Sarah smiled. “Now, let’s just…” she let go of his erection and shifted around a little awkwardly on his lap, frowning and biting her lip in concentration. Although they had not been able to hear the conversation between the children over the roar of the gas flame and the general hubbub of market noise around, the adults noticed the small commotion in the pot and Silas went over to check on them. “There!” Sarah declared with satisfaction, lowering herself down once more so that Carmen’s erection, well-lubricated by the warm sauce, slipped up inside her to be gripped tightly by her seven year old cunt. “Ooh it feels nice!” she exclaimed happily. “But do we just sit here like this or…?”


To be continued...