Without needing to be told twice, the little girls started to giggling and pull off their school uniforms. There was no hint of strip-tease nor anything flirtatious in the way they undressed, just the simple, practical removal of clothes as if they were going for a bath. Poppy’s mum Sheila and her big sister Natasha hovered in case either cousin needed any help but the uniforms were designed to be manageable for children their age, consisting of polo shirts and, in Tara’s case a grey skirt and in Poppy’s a pair of trousers and the girls were quickly down to their cute underwear although Tara, with her easier to remove skirt, had forgotten to take off her socks and shoes, something she did with a giggle, plonking unceremoniously down on the floor once she was otherwise naked and Poppy took the opportunity to flick her panties at the back of her cousin’s head like a large elastic band! As she watched, Mollie was amused to see that this particular pair of cousins had a lot more in common with herself and the sisters she had cooked a few days earlier than with girls like Emma in how they dealt with their removed clothes, leaving them in crumpled piles on the floor just where they fell, hastily picked up by Sheila who did not look at all surprised.

Once both were fully stripped, they presented themselves to Mollie for appraisal. For a private arrangement such as this there was no need for a formal grading which was a relief as she could not in good conscience given either of them any higher than a C, something that she knew could be a big blow to a young girl’s self-esteem. As she had discerned from their clothed photograph, both girls were very thin, although neither looked unhealthy. There was nothing gaunt or troubling about their thinness, they were just naturally skinny as many girls their age were and, indeed, as Mollie herself had been until her blossoming in her mid-teens. She tried to imagine what kinds of young women these two would grow up to be, using Natasha and Sheila as a guide for Poppy at least, although she knew that was never going to happen.

“Wow!” she grinned, clapping her hands together. “A yummy little pair if ever I saw them!” For all their thinness, the girls were definitely cute and pretty, like little pixies, and definitely nice to look at. Tara was the first to turn around and wiggle her rump, admittedly the meatiest part of her body, and Poppy quickly did like-wise. “It’s definitely going to be a delicious stew!” Mollie assured them. “And I think it would be fun to put you on display for a little bit before you go in the pot! Maybe we could tie you to some posts so it looks like you’ve been captured by the cannibal tribe?” The girls giggled at the idea. “I have some explorer hats and also some boots and big socks you can wear to complete the look!” Mollie offered. “Of course you’d have to take those off before you get in the stew! Socks tend to be horribly chewy!” This was met, of course, with more delighted giggling.

“What about you two?” Tara asked pointedly to Lydia and Carl. “Aren’t you meat too? Why have you still got your clothes on?”

“You heard the lady!” Mollie laughed. “Let’s have you out of those clothes!”

“Off! Off! Off!” chanted the hyperactive little imps as both Lydia and Carl removed their clothes, making at least some effort to fold them and leave them neatly on a chair. It had to be admitted that most eyes in the room were on Carl and he visibly hesitated once down to just his underpants, beheath which he clearly had a very respectable erection. A look of slight exasperation on her face, Poppy shot forward and tugged them down. Lydia paused in shock half way through removing her bra and Sheila ran forward, looking embarrassed and apologetic as she pulled her daughter back by the shoulder and began to scold her.

“What?” Poppy crossed her arms sulkily. “He was taking too long and being all silly and shy!”

“Remember we talked about this.” her mum reminded her firmly, shooting deeply apologetic looks at Carl who had accepted his inevitable nakedness and now stood in nothing but his glasses, clearly fighting the urge to cover himself modestly in front of the girls, especially the older two who were shamelessly checking him out. “There’s such a thing as etiquette and you have to be respectful of other people, even if they are meat. You wouldn’t like it if one of the boys or teachers and school came up to you and tore all your clothes off in front of everybody just because they knew you were going to cook soon, would you?”

“Wouldn’t care…” Poppy muttered, giving a very clear glimpse of the teenager she would never become.

“Well whether you would care or not,” her mum continued, “you need to say sorry to the nice man. Sorry, dear,” she looked up at him, “I forgot your name?”

“It’s Carl.” he smiled a little awkwardly as, beside him, Lydia lowered her panties, leaving her just as naked as him and the little girls.

“Apologise to Carl for what you did.” Sheila instructed.

“Sorry Carl.” Poppy spoke with surprising sincerity then shot forward again to hug him.

“It’s okay.” Carl returned the hug a little stiffly, patting her on the shoulder and feeling acutely aware how close her cute little face was to his engorged member. Thankfully, she broke the hug after a few seconds and stepped back, smiling.

“Sorry.” she said again. “I didn’t mean to be rude. Thank you for helping out with Grandma’s party!”

“It’s honestly a pleasure!” Carl flashed her a charming smile.

“So, what do you think?” Mollie asked, presenting the two naked seventeen year olds. “Think they’ll make a good appetiser to keep everyone happy while they wait for their stew?” Lydia and Carl posed a little, playfully showing off their bodies to the little girls, seeking their approval.

“Delicious!” Tara exclaimed.

“Yeah! Really scrumptious!” Poppy added with a grin, clearly happy for the opportunity to show off the fancy word that had recently been added to her vocabulary when she had asked Grandma how she thought they would taste.

“So…” Selena spoke up, her eyes darting furtively between her mum, her little sister and cousin and the two naked near-adults. “You said there might be room for three in the pot? And it doesn’t matter if I’m skinny like these two, right?”

“Not at all!” Mollie smiled warmly. “Every girl is delicious! It’s just a question of finding the right cooking method and you’d definitely enhance any stew you were put into!”

“Are you really serious?” Poppy asked, clearly excited. “You’re thinking about getting in the pot with us?”

“Maybe.” Selena nodded slowly. “I mean, perhaps. Do you think I could have a look and maybe get in and see how I feel?”

“Today, you mean?” Mollie asked, wanting to make sure there was no misunderstanding. “Or at the party? Sometimes extra people do sit in the stew for a while to add their flavour to it but get out before anything permanent happens. As long as there’s at least one ingredient who goes all the way…”

“No, I mean today.” the pre-teen clarified with a smile. “Can I get in the pot with them and see how it feels? They are going to see it and try it out today, right?”


To be continued...