“Let’s not rush it, eh?” He smiled. “We’ve got all night. Let’s save it for later, make it special.” They kissed again.

“Good idea!” Amelia grinned, hopping up. “They could show up with our presents any moment anyway!” She looked pointedly at the “Do Not Disturb” sign which currently hung on the inside of the door. “Let’s look around!” she encouraged him, looking around the room. Directly in front of the bed, next to the door, was a long desk with a telephone and a folder on it, presumably with information guests might need to know about their room and the facilities at the hotel. Mounted above the desk was a large TV, angled down slightly so that it could easily be enjoyed from the bed. To the right of the bed itself was a sort of lounge area with an L-shaped sofa which hugged the corner and a low coffee table. At first, Amelia thought that the fabric hanging along both walls behind the sofa was just for decoration but then she saw the button on the wall and realised that it was curtains!

Intrigued, Amelia pressed the switch and the curtains began to draw back electronically, revealing that the entire corner of the room from the wooden windowsill that was level with the top of the sofa, all the way up to the ceiling, was window, giving them a panoramic view of the city’s theatre district.

“Wow!” She hugged Josh’s arm. “Isn’t this romantic? It’s going to be even prettier when it gets dark with all the colourful lights! Can we leave it open tonight? Please?” She looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes. For a moment Josh was about to express concerns about people seeing in from other buildings but then he noticed the tell-tale shimmer on the glass which told him that the windows were mirrored on the outside so they would have total privacy even if they stood naked directly in front of the windows.

“Of course!” He leaned down and kissed her again. “Did I hear right that the lady at the desk said we had a jacuzzi bath?”

“Yeah!” Amelia grinned, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the slightly ajar door which led to the bathroom. “In here I bet!” She pushed open the door and gasped. The bathroom was almost half the size of the main room and had a shower area with various heads and jets, probably big enough to five or six people to share, as long as they knew each other fairly well, shielded from the rest of the room by a clear glass scree but open at the front. The bath was on a slightly raised platform and looked like a perfect size for sharing. “Where’s the toilet?” She looked around, slightly puzzled. Josh looked around with her then spotted a door on the wall next to where they stood, opposite the shower. Opening it revealed a large, comfortable-looking porcelain throne.

“We definitely need to try this out after the show!” Josh slipped his arms around Amelia’s waist as she stepped up onto the platform around the bath and lovingly caressed the edge. She tilted her head to the side as he nuzzled and kissed her neck.

“You know,” She stroked his face, “this almost feels like a honeymoon sweet.”

“Well, tonight,” she kissed her tenderly and lovingly on the lips, “you can be my bride!”

With more than an hour to go before their restaurant booking, they left their bags in the room and decided to go look at the Christmas lights and shop windows that Josh had explored with Samantha just a few days earlier to keep her occupied while they waited to go watch Emily being butchered. Just like her recently-consumed friend, Amelia loved the window displays with scenes from different stories and Josh promised that they could explore the famous toy shop once they had checked out of the hotel the next day. When it reached twenty to five, they began to head towards the restaurant.

Realising that he should probably check in, Josh took out his phone and sent Laura a message confirming that they were safely checked in and on their way to the restaurant to which the reply came within moments:

“Good! Now put your phone away and make that little girl feel like your Queen or Goddess! Xxx”

Chuckling, Josh did as his wife’s message told him but Amelia gasped in alarm as she checked her own phone.

“What’s wrong?” Josh asked, seeing the expression on her face.

“Twelve missed calls from my mum!” She gave him a worried look, baring her gritted teeth. “I guess I’d better call her!” They ducked down a quiet side-street which seemed to be mostly the back doors or shops and restaurants, where deliveries were made and bins were kept, getting off the busy city high street to make conversation easier then Amelia called her mum back.

“Hey it’s me!” she greeted her brightly. “Yeah, having an awesome time, thank you! Yeah, sorry, my phone is on silent.” Josh could only hear Amelia’s side of the conversation but it certainly did not sound as if she was being reprimanded in any way. “Yeah,” she continued, “with Mr Martin. We’re going for dinner then to a show. Yes I will! Yeah, don’t worry, I promise I will! So why… Oh I see! Wow, really?” A beam of delight spread across her face. “Yeah of course that’s okay! Yeah perfect! Yeah we can talk about it on Wednesday. Yes,” she turned to Josh and rolled her eyes, “of course I’m still sure! Okay, cool! Well enjoy the rest of your trip. Yes, I will! No, I won’t. Yes, I promise! Okay Mummy, have fun! Love you!” She hung up the phone, eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Good news?” Josh asked, seeing the look of excited happiness on her face.

“Yeah!” She clasped her phone as if it were made of gold and precious jewels. “They’ve set a date for the Christening! Sunday, fourth of May!”

“Star Wars Day, nice!” Josh grinned.

“Star Wars Day?” Amelia asked, puzzled.

“You know!” Josh chuckled. “May the Fourth be with you?” Amelia rolled her eyes and slapped him playfully on the chest.

“Just think!” she told him dreamily. “On that day, you’ll get to watch me roast then get to to enjoy a slice or two of my juicy rump! I know you’re looking forward to that!”

“Oh yes!” Josh pulled her into an embrace and kissed her. “You’re going to be incredibly delicious! Wow…” He sighed happily but with a hint of wistfulness. “Fixing it date makes it all feel more real, doesn’t it?” Just like his daughter, his sweet young concubine was going to be roasted and eaten like a little piggy.

“Guess you’d better make the most of me while you can?” Amelia giggled.

“Oh I intend to!” Josh kissed her again. “I definitely intend to! You can rely on that!”

They arrived at the restaurant in good time for their reservation without being obnoxiously early. Since it was still really only late afternoon, despite how dark it was outside, many of the tables were still empty and those that were in use were occupied either by older couples or, judging by the way they were dressed, theatre-goers like themselves wanting an early dinner before their show. They waited at the lectern near the front door as instructed and were soon greeted by a smiling member of staff who took their name, looked up their reservation and showed them to their table, an intimate table for two near the window so that they could enjoy the view of the very festive city street as they ate.

“This is so romantic!” Amelia smiled, teasing Josh’s lower leg with her foot, knowing that they could not get away with too much obvious intimacy but unable to resist pushing her luck just a little. “Let’s hope they don’t ruin it by bringing me a pack of crayons with the menu!” Josh chuckled and held her hand across the table. While not as well-known a custom as in America, Daddy/Daughter dates, where a man takes his young daughter out for a meal to help her learn how she should expect a gentleman to treat her, were no unknown in Britain, especially in a big, cosmopolitan city. Anyone looking at them, Josh reasoned, would likely take them for father and daughter and find the scene adorable. Either that or, he hoped, much like the hotel receptionist, they would see how happy Amelia looked and decide to mind their business.

They did not have to wait very long before a friendly-looking waiter brought their menus, two the same, fortunately, and with not a single crayon in sight, then asked what they would like to drink. Josh ordered a glass of red wine and Amelia, wanting to seem sophisticated and not just wanting a drink she could have in McDonalds, ordered a St. Clements, a mix of orange juice and bitter lemon that her grandparents had introduced her to when they took her out for dinner over the summer. The waiter promised to be right back with their drinks and left them to look over the menu.

“Too bad there’s no…” Amelia began as her eyes scanned the menu then went wide as she spotted something. “Oh wow! They do have some Girl dishes! Look!” The main courses on the menu were divided into sections based on their primary ingredient, be that chicken, beef, pork, lamb or, to Amelia’s delight, Girl!

“Oh wow! So they do!” Josh chuckled, reasonably certain that his wife would have been very well aware of this when she made the booking. The Glory of Artemis sounds good!”

“What’s that?” Amelia checked for it on the menu, reading the description next to the name which did indeed sound very tasty but having a hard time connecting it to the title. “Ooh yeah that does sound good, but so do a lot of things! Do you think Artemis is the name of the girl the meat came from?” She turned the menu around in her hands to inspect it. It certainly did not seem to type to be printed every day to keep up with the specials.

“I think it’s a sort of joke.” Josh explained with a slight chuckle. “From what I can tell, it seems like a fancy version of Hunter’s Chicken, but made with girl rump rather than chicken breast, and Artemis was the Greek goddess of hunting. Calling it her glory is basically saying her bum was her best feature!”

“Ooh right, I know that feeling!” Amelia giggled, wiggling a little in her chair. “What about these others? Clorinda’s Delight?”

“Shepherd’s Pie!” Josh chuckled, proud that his knowledge of mythology and folklore was finally coming in handy. Several of the dish names made classical allusions while others were more straight forward and descriptive.

When the waiter returned with the drinks, Amelia ordered the Glory of Artemis while Josh opted for something called “Pride of The Mississippi” which seemed to be a piece of girl thigh, blacked Cajun style. The waiter complimented their choices and promised to be back quickly with their meals.

“Laura said you watch the original Phantom of the Opera with Sam?” Josh asked conversationally. “Do you remember it fairy well?”

“Yes, I think so.” Amelia nodded thoughtfully. “I thought Raoul was kind of a douche honestly, and Christine should have stayed with the Phantom who really loved her, rather than just wanting her as some sort of trophy wife!”

“That’s definitely how it seemed in the production you saw.” Josh nodded. “It came out around the time the one we’re seeing today was first released, with most of the same cast, actually, and things were re-framed quite a lot to make them fit better. In the traditional version, Raoul is a dashing hero and the Phantom is a lot older than him and Christine. Like, a lot older!” He put the emphasis on “lot”. “So people were a bit surprised by some of the places the sequel went, so I think that production they filmed was an attempt to bring the two a bit more in line.”

“I see.” Amelia nodded. “Have you seen it before? This one I mean.”

“Not on stage,” Josh sipped his wine, “but I had the concept album and there was a recording made of the Australian production that I saw. It was okay but quite a lot was changed and I felt like they didn’t quite get what it was about. I’m hoping this new production is closer to the original vision!”

“Well, we’ll see soon!” Amelia grinned, finding herself looking forward to the show almost as much as what would come afterwards! Certainly she had developed a great liking, bordering on an addiction, for sex in the past few weeks, sex with Josh specifically, but there was still something really nice about being treated to a romantic night out and getting to see a full-scale lavish stage musical in the theatre! “No spoilers!” she grinned. “I want to story to be a surprise!”

They continued to sip their drinks and chat about other things while they waited for their food, mostly about the party, how delicious Samantha had tasted, and Emily too of course, and how Amelia had got on with the various people she had been meeting for the first time. True to his word, the waiter returned with their food in a length of time that was just long enough to be reassuring that the food was cooked fresh but not so long that they had started to wonder where it had got to and whether the girl the meat came from was about to run in through the front door, sweating, panting for breath and apologising for being late!

“Wow! This looks so good!” Amelia gushed as she looked at her dish which came with sautéed potatoes and green beans. “So does yours!” she grinned, seeing Josh’s blackened thigh with seasoned wedges and some kind of leafy greens.

“Let’s hope it tastes as good as it looks!” Josh raised his glass and clinked it to Amelia’s in a kind of toast then they both happily tucked in. It was testament to the versatility of the meat, Amelia thought, that every time she had eaten Girl it had tasted different, very much taking on the qualities of the kind of meat traditionally used in the dish in question. Idly, she wondered whether the piece of rump she was eating, which she estimated to be perhaps a quarter of a buttock from a girl a few years older than herself, came from the same girl as the crispy bacon with which it was topped, between the layer of cheese and barbecue sauce, and also whether the meat Josh was eating was a different part of the same girl too.

She couldn’t imagine that a restaurant this relatively small in the middle of the city had its own on-site girl-butchering facilities, especially since Girl dishes only made up a small part of their menu, so the meat was probably delivered in from a slaughter-house or perhaps a more artisanal butcher’s shop like the one where Emily had been harvested and where, she, hopefully, would be going in a month or two to receive her own A-grade meat-stamp.

This set her thinking about her own meat and how it would taste. Out of everyone she had eaten so far, she would probably be closest to the girl at the fair, although she had been at least five years older which probably effected her flavour somewhat. Either way, Amelia was very happy that her family had agreed to hire professional caterers to cook her! Another thing she could not help wondering was whether it was eating her meat that the rest of their family and the other guests were most looking forward to or watching her roast, impaled, turning naked over coals, squirming and humping her spit as she cooked. She was certain that both would feature prominently in the memories people would take away from the event.

They took their time over their main courses, sharing pieces of their own with each other so that they could experience the taste of both, then ordered relatively small desserts, conscious of the time and that not only would they likely be having some kind of sweet treats during the interval of the show but but that they had also been promised a gift basket to enjoy when they got back to their hotel room.

With their meal complete, Josh paid and thanked the waiter with a modest tip then they held hands as they walked to the theatre, stopping outside to take a selfie in front of the poster depicting the Phantom’s iconic half-mask in front of a brightly lit Ferris wheel.

“Love Never Dies!” Amelia exclaimed, reading the name of the show above the theatre door and squeezing Josh’s hand. “I hope that’s true!” He leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips then they went into the lobby and looked at the merchandise kiosk where CDs of both the original concept album and the newly recorded cast album of this twenty fifth anniversary revival production, the original “Phantom of the Opera” novel with a cover that matched the branding of this musical, T-shirts, key-rings, jewellery and other trinkets and even Phantom masks of three different qualities – simple plastic ones such as might be worn to a fancy dress party, sturdier vacuum-formed ones with some airbrushing to enhance their contours, and luxury versions made from formed leather, lined with soft kid on the inside and painted by hand. Promising that they could come back in the interval and look again once Amelia had got a feeling for the musical and its story, Josh bought her the souvenir brochure, filled with glossy pictures of the production, behind the scenes photos and sketches, interviews with the creative team and principal cast and an article about the real history of Coney Island at the turn of the twentieth century, which is where the story was set. He then purchased two bottles of painfully over-priced water from the bar and placed an order for interval drinks then, properly equipped to enjoy the show, they made their way into the auditorium.

Somehow, and Josh never failed to marvel at his wife’s abilities in this direction, she had managed to book them seats in the middle of the stalls, twelve rows back from the front, so that they had a perfect view of everything that would happen on the stage as well as the other smaller stages and performance areas that seemed to be arranged on either side and would presumably come into play once the show got started. There was no curtain covering the stage and, as Josh had always imagined from listening to the original album, the scenery was a shabby-looking corrugated iron fence with some tattered, peeling and faded posters stuck to it. Behind the high fence rose shadowy, skeletal remains of a burned-out amusement park which seemed to be projected from behind onto some kind of backdrop curtain, their shapes appearing to shift eerily, barely visible against an overcast night sky so that it was impossible to tell exactly what you were looking at.

A hush fell over the audience as three ragged figures, shrouded in grey-brown blankets, stooped with their faces concealed, shuffled into the auditorium from three different entrances and slowly made their way up onto the stage where they wandered around in front of the fence for a while as if searching for dropped coins or other valuables in the sand. The sound of crashing waves gradually came up as the house lights went down, punctuated with ominous squawks from unseen seagulls, and the three mysterious figures, one by one, gave up their searching and settled down to sleep against the fence, knees tucked and heads down or laying curled up on their sides so that they were barely recognisable as people, looking more like bundles of rags that had been rolled up and left against the fence.

As another mysterious figure walked slightly nervously onto the stage, Amelia slipped her hand into Josh’s and rested both on his lap. This figure was a woman, tall and dressed in a floor-length black dress with a full skirt, her head and shoulders covered by a shawl, presumably against the chill of the night. She ran her hand along the fence then lovingly touched the posters, lifting up the torn corner of one to see the full picture as she began to reminisce out loud, fondly at first, then with increasing distress, about the various acts and the venue where they had performed.

Slowly, like ghosts, the ragged figures rose to their feet and began to confront the woman, telling her that what happened all those years ago was her fault, that she had destroyed their world and their lives with her greed and selfishness. Appearing to recognise them, although the audience could still not see their faces, she expressed shock that they were still there, to which they responded that they had never left. Circling her like wraiths, they challenged her to remember how things had been, back when that place had been filled with life, possibilities and opportunity. It was then that the overture, a sinister, discordant waltz, began to play and the show began in earnest.

To be continued...

Along with the audience, the characters on stage were transported back in time to when the carnival had been a thriving and successful holiday destination, ruled over from a skull-shaped tower in the centre by the mysterious Mister Y. Amelia watched in awe as the story unfolded, Josh delighted both to see how much she seemed to be enjoying it as a totally new experience and also with the production that seemed to embrace the inherent weirdness and theatricality of the story. They watched as the Phantom, who had escaped Paris and fled to America with the help of Madame Giry and her daughter Meg, pined for Christine, how he plotted to have her come sing at his concert hall so that he could hear her just one more time, and the revelation that Raoul was now a bitter drunk who had gambled away his family’s fortune, living off his wife and jealous of her success, a very distant husband and father to their ten year old son.

In their room in the Phantom’s tower, Christine discovered the music box she had last seen in his lair below the Paris opera house, telling her who their host really was at the same time as Raoul ran into Madame Giry and confronted her, discovering the same thing! Of course this caused high emotions all around and Raoul tried to demand that they leave immediately but Christine refused, reminding him that she had a contract, which counted as a promise.

When the Phantom and Christine were finally able to confront each other, singing about the night they had spent together before her wedding where it had been dark enough that the Phantom did not have to feel ashamed of his deformed face and they had made love all night long, only for the Phantom to slip away before Christine awoke so that she would not have to see him in the daylight, Josh noticed Amelia squirming quite urgently in her chair, biting her lip the way Samantha always would when nearing climax. He could not blame her. Something about the rhythm of the music itself gave the impression of sex and, although the two fully clothed performers were simply stood facing each other, fully clothed, the scene was incredibly erotic! As the song continued, becoming more passionate and urgent, Josh felt Amelia’s hand slip from his and begin to stroke him through the front of his trousers. Of course his manhood could not help but respond to her touch and he resolved at that point to play the soundtrack for her later that evening once they were back at the hotel!

The pace calmed a little after that with a lot of politicking and arguments between the characters and the Phantom introducing himself to Christine’s ten year old son, Gustav, and offering to show him all the dark and hidden parts of his park that were normally off limits to the public before warning Christine that Coney Island is a dangerous place for small boys and that, if she should try to leave before fulfilling her promise to sing for him, young Gustav may meet with a tragic accident! While Christine and Raoul were arguing some more, the Phantom’s minions, the three who had confronted an older Madame Giry at the beginning, came and spirted Gustav away and took him to the Phantom.

What followed seemed to come as much as a surprise to Amelia, judging by her reaction, as it did to the characters on stage as the Phantom realised that Gustav had a unique musical talent like his own and, not only that, but saw the world seemingly through the same eyes. Putting two and two together, the Phantom realised that Gustav could well be his own son, conceived during that one night he and Christine spent together, although he could not quite bring himself to believe it! What followed was a surprisingly sensual heavy rock duet during which the pair discussed their shared love of the strange, macabre and mysterious, finding beauty in things that others found repulsive or scary. Feeling confident that he had now found the one person on Earth who would be able to accept him as he was, the Phantom removed his mask, only to be devastated when Gustav screamed in terror and ran to his mother who had come to find him.

“Just checking,” Amelia leaned over and whispered to Josh, “you’re not secretly my Dad, are you?”

“Pretty sure I’m not!” Josh chuckled in response. “First time I met your mum was when she came over a few weeks ago!”

“Phew!” Amelia giggled, and settled back to watch what happened next. Angry and hurt, once Gustav was safely out of the way, the Phantom confronted Christine about keeping his son from him, asking how she dared to think he wouldn’t realise when they met. Christine retorted that he had allowed them to think that he was dead for ten years so what other choice did she have? She reminded him that she had no idea who it was that was inviting her when she accepted the lucrative invitation to come and sing at his concert hall! Seeming to accept this, the Phantom promised that, even if Gustav wanted nothing to do with him, he would ensure that all the wealth he had accumulated would go to him.

Listening from the shadows until the other characters had left the room, Madame Giry expressed her rage that she and Meg, who had saved, stood by and supported the Phantom for the past ten years were now going to be overlooked in favour of the child he had only just met, ending the first act on a dramatic note.

“So?” Josh asked excitedly as they made their way out to the lobby to collect their drinks. “What do you think?”

“It’s cool and exciting!” Amelia replied enthusiastically. “And the music is amazing! Just...Mmm!” She gave a heavy and contented sigh. “Can we listen to it tonight?” she asked.

“Of course!” Josh put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head, careful not to show more than a parental level of affection in such a public place. “I had the same thought!” The collected their drinks and he promised to buy her a luxury ice cream from the tray the woman by the door to the auditorium was holding on their way back in. “So,” she smiled, “now that you know what the story’s about and who the characters are and all that, would you like to have another look at the merch stand?”

Excitedly, Amelia joined the throng of people clamouring to see what was available and Josh managed to slip in behind her, deciding that today’s outing probably fell under the same “We’ll worry about it next year” rule as the previous day’s party! Of particular interest to Amelia were two snow globes, one with the cymbal-playing monkey inside and the other with the same mask and Ferris wheel motif as the poster outside. Both were on ornate gold and black stands with the name of the musical on the front.

“Can I have the monkey one?” she asked imploringly. “It’s so cute!”

“As if I could deny you anything!” Josh chuckled, ruffling her hair playfully. Giggling, she cast her eye over the rest of the wares.

“Speaking of which,” she told him cheekily. “You definitely need a mask!” then added, in a lower voice, “For tonight!” Understanding her meaning and having had similar thoughts himself, Josh asked the vendor for one of the mid-range masks which were nice enough to look good without breaking the bank like the true collectables, along with one of the monkey snow-globes, the boxed versions of which were kept under the counter.

“Anything else?” he smiled. It was true that Amelia’s days were numbered but the recently-confirmed Christening date was still more than six months away. She had half a year left to live and he wanted to make sure it was the best half year of her short but happy life!

“Could I have one of the bracelets?” she asked. “One of these?” She pointed out a chunky, silver-plated bracelet in a black cardboard presentation box, the short chain decorated with various charms relevant to the show such as a mask, Ferris wheel, a carousel horse like the ones that pulled the Phantom’s mysterious clockwork coach and a musical note among others. Josh agreed and gave the seller a nod of confirmation then added a silver metal keyring of the Phantom’s mask as a thank you gift to Laura for arranging everything. Then his eyes settled upon something he just had to get for Amelia – it was a delicate silver chain, sterling silver this time unlike the plate of the bracelet, with a silver rose hanging from it, the petals made from fine, glistening red glass. Her eyes went a little wide when he asked for it, as she had seen it earlier but not wanted to appear greedy.

“Thank you!” she whispered, pulling him down towards her so that she could kiss him on the cheek. “I’ll wear it for you tonight!” she promised, her inflection and tone making it clear that she meant that the necklace was all she would be wearing. The man behind the counter put everything into a bag which he passed to Josh then offered the card reader for him to pay, which he did by tapping his card whilst trying not to look! Josh and Amelia took it in turns holding each other’s drink while comfort breaks were taken care of then they headed back into the auditorium, stopping as promised to buy small pots of luxury ice-cream from the lady by the door. Placing the bag carefully between their feet on the floor, they tucked into their sweet, chilly treats and got comfortable for the second act.

Act two began with Raoul in a bar by the sea front where the dialogue suggested he had been all night, lamenting in song what his life had become and wondering why Christine continued to stand by him. His self-pitying rhetoric was interrupted by the arrival of Meg Giry who rather cryptically explained that she came for a swim every morning to help her forget, and the early morning shift change of the bar staff. Once he and Raoul were alone, the new bartender revealed himself to be the Phantom in disguise, confronting Raoul with his mask off as he taunted him about how pathetic he had become then goaded him into a bet for Christine’s love – If Christine refused to sing that night, the Phantom promised, he would clear all of Raoul’s gambling debts and send him and his family on their way with full pockets, never to bother them again, but if Christine chose to sing for him as he felt confident she would, Raoul was to leave alone and forever. When Raoul claimed that he was confident in Christine’s love because they had a son together, the Phantom could not help taunting him, pointing out Gustav’s musical talents and special way of seeing things, asking which of the two of them he most closely resembled in character!

Although it contained the title song of the musical, the second act did not have as many memorable songs or songs that would be capable of breaking out as stand-alone hits as the first half but the story was exciting as the tension built in the run-up to Christine’s performance which, despite her husband’s begging, she went through with, only to find immediately afterwards that Gustav was missing. At first the Phantom blamed Raoul but was assured by his minions that they had seen him leaving alone while Christine was on stage. In a rage, he then turned his anger towards Madame Giry who assured her that she had nothing to do with the boy’s disappearance and was deeply hurt that he could think such a thing. It was then that one of the other dancing girls admitted then had seen Meg heading, in a state of distress, heading towards the pier dragging someone small by the hand.

On the edge of her seat and fully invested in the drama, Amelia watched as the Phantom, Christine and Madame Giry raced to the end of the pier to confront Meg who was holding Gustav at gun point. Once she was sure she had their attention, Meg released the young boy who ran to his mother then, holding the gun to her own head, told the Phantom how she was sick of living in Christine’s shadow, how she had shown him love and devotion beyond anything anyone else had offered him, even prostituting herself to wealthy and powerful men to help his plans move forward, always unseen and unappreciated. Whatever she had done for him, however much effort she had put into performing for him, she had always found herself coming second to the idea of Christine that obsessed him, only made worse by the arrival of the woman herself.

Looking over at Amelia, Josh saw tears in his young companions eyes as she listened to Meg’s story and as the Phantom tried to talk her around, apologising for the way he had treated her and reaching out his hand, asking her to give him the gun. Knowing what was coming, Josh took Amelia’s hand and held it lovingly as the Phantom, in a spectacular error of judgement, told Meg that not everyone could be as perfect as Christine! Unsurprisingly, this sent her into a rage in which she accidentally discharged the gun, hitting Christine in the stomach. Josh felt Amelia’s nails dig into his skin as the gun went off and tried not to laugh as he heard her mutter under her breath.

“Well that was fucking stupid!” Clearly her words were directed at the Phantom. “What the fuck did you expect!” She squeezed his hand and cried a little more as Christine, with her dying breath, told Gustav that the Phantom was his father and that they would be each other’s family from now on. After crying out in anguish as his mother died, Gustav stood and ran to the Phantom who knelt and embraced the heartbroken child protectively then, as the final bars of music played, Gustav reached up and took off the Phantom’s mask, showing that he accepted him, and the musical came to an end.

Like the rest of the audience in the stalls, Amelia and Josh stood and applauded enthusiastically as the cast came on to take their bows, the actors playing the Phantom and Christine getting the loudest cheers as the last to come out for the curtain call.

As the stage cleared and the house lights came up, everyone in the audience began to gather their belongings and head out. Getting out of the theatre was always more of a scrum than getting in with everyone trying to leave at the same time in contrast to the slow trickle in before the start of the show so Josh gripped Amelia’s hand tightly so that they would not get separated, the bag of souvenirs which now also held the brochure he had bought for her before the show safely clutched in his other hand.

With only a little barging and trauma, they made it out onto the colourfully lit city street. Although there was no chance of it settling properly, Amelia was delighted to find that it was snowing again and the large, fluffy flakes landed in her hair as they walked hand in hand back to the hotel which was fortunately just around the corner from the theatre. The same woman who had checked them in was still on duty in the lobby when they got back.

“Have a great night!” she waved to them as they passed the check-in desk on their way to the lift.

“Thank you!” Amelia grinned. “We definitely will!” Once in the lift, Amelia could not hold herself back and longer and pulled Josh down by the front of his shirt to kiss him passionately, releasing him only when the door pinged to announce that they had arrived on the fifth floor. In the room, she was delighted to see a gift basket on the bed, a red wicker hamper with a green ribbon around it and wrapped in clear cellophane which was tied at the top with another ribbon.

Sitting on the edge of the bed as Josh carefully unpacked the souvenirs from the show, putting them on the desk, Amelia untied the ribbon and pulled back the wrapping to get a proper look at what was inside. The first thing she lifted out was a fluffy white teddy bear, a red ribbon in a bow around its neck, which she hugged and kissed before setting on her side of the bed. Next were a pair of bath-bombs, specifically marked as jacuzzi-safe, which made her giggle. There was also a small tin of shortbread biscuits in a Christmassy tin with the hotel chain’s logo on the lid and a box of twelve luxury chocolates with similar branding. In keeping with the Christmassy theme, there were two large candy canes and two Roebuck-branded Christmas crackers but, to Amelia’s great delight, the final item in the basket was a promotional Sidney Roebuck doll in a clear plastic tube that was exclusively available through the hotel chain. It was essentially a smaller version of the one Samantha had chosen for Amelia for Christmas with extensive articulation concealed under realistic silicone skin, except this one was wearing the more conventional pink hat and boots that people tended to associate with Sidney and in which she was depicted on most promotional material.

“Oh wow!” Amelia gasped, holding up the simply-packaged doll. “These go for a fortune on eBay! You can’t but them new. I’ll treasure it for the rest of my life then pass it on to Erin for her collection!”

“You’ve got a good heart!” Josh sat down beside her and stroked her hair then kissed her softly.

“Mm I hope it will be tasty!” she giggled. “I should ask my parents if you can have it at the barbecue,” she leaned in and spoke more softly, “since it belongs to you anyway!” They kissed again with tender passion, but as Josh began to guide her down onto the bed, she stopped him. “No, wait!” she grinned with excitement. “Take the mask and go wait in the bathroom. Give me…” she thought for a second, “five minutes, okay?” Although it was a wrench to untangle himself from his beloved young concubine, Josh did as she told him and took the souvenir Phantom mask into the bathroom, fairly sure what she had in mind and beyond excited for what was about to happen!

In the bathroom, Josh saw the black, fluffy bath robe hanging on the back of the door and, deciding that it would suit the look, took off his clothes, had a quick freshen up at the sink, including slicking back his hair with water to better simulate the Phantom’s look then put on the robe and the mask. Knowing that large tubs could take half an hour at least to fill, Josh turned the taps on low so that the bath would be waiting for them when they were finished with their other activity. Then, hoping that it would be what Amelia wanted, he searched for the system of small speakers he had noticed around the room, including the bathroom, on his phone then synched to them before opening Spotify and finding the “Love Never Dies” current cast recording, scrolling down to “Beneath a Moonless Sky”. When he judged that five minutes had elapsed, he set the music playing, hearing the opening fanfare blare out around him in all its bombastic glory then, hoping the room was reasonably sound-proofed, slipped the phone into his robe pocket, turned the bathroom light off and opened the door dramatically, posing as the Phantom had done in Christine’s balcony window.

The only light in the room was that which came in through the window which Amelia had left uncovered. Although the view itself was well-lit, at their height all that intruded into the room was a faint orange glow by which he could see Amelia laying on the bed with the covers turned down, completely naked except for her rose necklace which rested on her chest between her tiny breasts, feigning sleep with one arm on the pillow and the other crossed across her body just below where the necklace hung. On long, elegant leg was stretched out in front of her and the other slightly bent, sticking out towards the side of the bed. She looked breathtakingly beautiful, her naked body in the dim half-light a true work of art. With some amusement, Josh noticed that she had put the toys from the gift basket on her night-stand with Sidney facing the bed but the teddy bear turned away as if what was about to go on there was not for his eyes!

As the Phantom and Christine confronted each other in half-spoken, half-sung dialogue, Josh mounted the bed, untied his robe allowing it to fall open and began to gently kiss Amelia all over her delicious young body, starting with the space between her breasts, over her heart, just above the rose then moving to her neck before kissing and lightly biting her hard, pink nipples then working his way down her taught belly to the sweet, plump lips between her legs. As the young girl squirmed with pleasure, still trying to pretend to be asleep, Josh began to employ his tongue, licking gently at first then pushing his tongue between her lips to taste the sweet honey within.

When the song began properly, he positioned himself on top of her, kissing her deeply so that she could taste her own unique flavour on his tongue as she opened her eyes and put her arms around his neck. He entered her all the way in a single motion, with no need to ease his way in thanks to her unparalleled level of arousal, and began to make love to her to the rhythm of the music, his thrusts and her moans becoming faster and more urgent as the tempo increased.


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Feeling more connected than they ever had before, now that they were in a place and time that was totally for them, where all that mattered for the moment was their love and desire for one another, Josh and Amelia moved together, their bodies as one, reaching as simultaneous climax as the song reached its passionate crescendo.

Panting for breath, Josh lay down on the bed beside his young lover, the film of sweat which coated her entire body glistening in the half-light as the Phantom and Christine returned to speak-singing, debating what future, if any, there could be for the two of them now that she knew he was alive. Amelia rolled onto his side, snuggled to him and gently removed the white half-mask from his face then kissed him once more.

“Thank you!” she whispered. “That was amazing and just what I’ve been dreaming of!” Unable to find the words to answer her, Josh gently caressed her back, thighs and rump for a few minutes before remembering the next treat he had prepared for them to share.

“The bath is running!” he told her with a grin. “Ready to test out one of those bath bombs?”

“Definitely!” she grinned. “Hey, you know what I’d like to do?”

“What’s that?” Josh asked, ready to indulge whatever desire had crossed her barely-adolescent imagination.

“You know how in the movies, people sit in those big bath tubs and drink champagne?” she explained with child-like enthusiasm. “Can we do something like that?”

“I’m sure we can!” Josh chuckled, standing up and re-tying his robe more out of habit than modesty, thinking to call for room service but then remembering something. “Didn’t the lady say there would be drinks included with the hamper but that they would be in the fridge under the desk?”

“Ooh yes she did!” Amelia agreed, kneeling upright on the bed. “But I don’t see a fridge?”

“Maybe it’s inside one of these little cupboards?” Josh wondered out loud. At either end of the desk, forming the legs, were a set of drawers and a small cupboard. He had glanced into the set on the left earlier, finding them empty and of little interest, but had not explored the set on the right. The cupboard where he had expected the fridge might be concealed contained a small safe with a resettable digital combination but nothing else. In slight confusion, Josh opened the top drawer, finding a Gideon’s Bible and a hardback guide to local attractions, then tried to open the second one only to find, to his surprise, that the draw fronts beneath the top one were just a facade and were actually the door to the aforementioned fridge!

Inside were two bottles of mineral water, still and sparkling, a bottle of Coke, a glass bottle of orange juice, a bottle of expensive branded lemonade, a bottle of white wine and, exactly what Amelia had been hoping for, a large bottle of sparkling wine, twice the size of a normal bottle with a foil-wrapped cork in the top that could only be described as theatrical! Josh lifted it out and checked the label. The alcohol content was only 6%, significantly weaker than regular wine but, combined with the bubbles, certainly enough to get a young girl like Amelia tipsy, especially if drunk in significant quantities. The taste was described as “Refreshing and Fruity” and on the scale of 1-10 from sweet to dry, it was labelled as 4. It was clearly designed to be enjoyed by the kinds of “Daddies and daughters” that the receptionist had implied liked to frequent that hotel! Tucked into the side of the fridge were a selection of glasses, presumably put there to chill to keep the drinks cold when poured out.

“Shall we take this party to the bathroom, m’lady?” Josh suggested, taking out the pair of champagne flutes and offering his arm to Amelia, the bottle held in his other hand.

“Why, my dear sir, that sounds simply charming!” Amelia giggled, slipping off the bed and taking his arm, placing one hand on top of the other. He turned the lights in the room back on dimly, partly for when they came out of the bathroom and partly so that the light in there would not be too much of a shock for their eyes. “Ooh wait!” Amelia gasped, letting go of him and scampering over to the low coffee table in front of the L-shaped sofa where she had left most of the gift-basket. “There we go!” she returned with a shimmering which bath-bomb in her hand and, now fully equipped, they headed arm in arm to the bathroom.

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Allowing the music to continue playing through the speakers which extended into the bathroom too, Josh took the robe off and hung it back up then he and Amelia, who was wearing nothing but the necklace and a satisfied smile, stood beside the nearly-full bath and switched on the jets. Amelia then dropped the powdery ball in and watched as it started to fizz, revealing a red layer beneath the white and turning the water rose-petal pink. Josh got in first, getting comfy in the relaxingly hot water, then held Amelia’s hands to help her in and she sank down into the pink water opposite him, reminding him of an Egyptian Queen in a historial epic from Hollywood’s golden age.

Leaning over the side, Josh picked up the two flutes and set them on the side of the tub then carefully popped the cork on the chilled bottle which, much to Amelia’s amusement, shot up, hit that ceiling than landed with a splash in the water between them where it bobbed around on the currents caused by the jets. He then carefully filled both glasses with the sparkling wine and set the bottle back down on the tiled platform around the bath. He passed one to Amelia then took his own, raising it as if in a toast.

“What should we drink to?” he asked with a smile.

“To Samantha!” Amelia declared with a grin. “The yummiest Christmas turkey anyone ever tasted!”

“To Samantha, the Christmas turkey!” Josh clinked his glass against hers as she giggled then they both took a sip. The wine was sweeter than Josh would have chosen for himself, not that he would normally choose sparkling wine anyway, but it was perfect for both the company and occasion, clearly intended to be shared with the young girls who stayed at the hotel with their “daddies”. As she watched her young concubine, with her perky little pre-teen tits above the water-line and somehow accentuated by the necklace which hung between them, he wondered just how common such visitors were and whether this was a commonly accepted thing throughout the city or whether the Roebuck chain was generally more welcoming due to its associations with Sidney and the restaurants named after her? Not that the public image of the brand was anything but wholesome, of course, despite the nudity and the fact that it existed purely to be a place where young girls could be cooked and eaten, but there was no way those in charge did not understand who made up a decently large portion of their market.

Already feeling a little light-headed but definitely enjoying the sensation, Amelia finished her glass while Josh was only half way down his and asked for a top-up which he duly provided.

“Careful!” he winked at her as he refilled her glass. “I might get you drunk and take advantage of you!”

“A girl can dream!” Amelia giggled in response, clinking her glass to his again before downing half its contents in a single gulp.

It was only once they were relaxing in the water, to which the bath bomb gave a velvety, almost creamy texture, that they both realised how tired they were. With the excitement for the next day, nobody had slept especially well the night of Christmas Eve, despite how busy they had been during the day, then Christmas Day itself had been a long one with everyone only really settling down to sleep towards midnight and, although they had slept reasonable well and been able to sleep in a little, apart from the stolen half hour or so Josh and Amelia had shared in the snow outside, sleeping on camp beds in an unfamiliar space had limited the quality of that sleep. Now, despite feeling in some ways that weeks had already passed since Christmas, they were still only at the end of the very next days, at least some of Samantha’s meat still inside them.

After a little bit of conversation, mostly about the musical, Josh invited Amelia to come sit on his lap, partly for the intimacy but also in large part so that he could make sure that she did not fall asleep in the hot, relaxing water, slip under the surface and drown. Even if he fell asleep himself, he was confident that his parents instincts would alert him if she began to slide out from his embrace. Happily, setting her glass carefully on the side of the bath next to her lover’s, the young girl did as he asked and leaned her head back, resting it on his shoulder, as he put his strong arms around her tummy under the water, lovely the feeling of her smooth, slippery body against his own. They sat like this is relaxed silence for a few minutes before she spoke.

“When I’m gone,” Amelia broke the silence, a slightly melancholy tone in her voice, “promise me you won’t be like the Phantom!”

“What do you mean?” he asked, concerned for the young girl who he had come to genuinely love in a way that was both romantic and parental, a combination he had never expected to experience.

“Don’t obsess over me.” she told him. “Erin will need your love and attention. Ryan too. And Mrs Martin of course!” She smiled. “What we have, whatever it really is, is wonderful but we both know it’s going to end. In fact,” she gave a rather wistful sigh, “the only reason it was allowed to start was because everyone knew how it would end.”

“Are you having second thoughts about cooking?” Josh asked gently, kissing his young lover on the forehead. “Because I’m sure your sister wouldn’t force you, or anyone else for that matter, and the christening isn’t for another six months yet so they have plenty of time to make other arrangements!”

“No,” she smiled sweetly, “no second thoughts! I really do want to cook and I’m really looking forward to feeling the spit inside me.” She paused for a moment, squirming a little on Josh’s lap and licking her lips in a way he could not help but find arousing. “I’m just worried about you when I’m gone. It would be nice to think you would just forget me but I don’t want you to miss me so much that you don’t get on with and enjoy the rest of your life.”

“I promise.” He kissed her tenderly again. “You and Samantha will always been in my heart and I will never forget either of you. Will I be sad when you’re not around any more? Of course,” he stroked her hair, “for a while at least. But I must admit I’m looking forward to seeing you on that spit almost as much as you’re looking forward to riding it!” This made Amelia giggle happily. “And I just know you’re going to taste absolutely delectable!”

“You know it!” Amelia grinned. “Plus, in a way, once you’ve enjoyed both out meat, Sam and I will be a part of you forever!”

“You certainly will!” Josh promised and, excited once more by the discussion of herself as food, Amelia turned around on his lap, put her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply as she began to grind in his lap, feeling him stand to attention for her once more. Their tongues entwined as she lifted herself up and forcefully impaled herself on his rock-hard manhood, creating waves alongside the bubbles in the tub as she rode him aggressively. Even if his load had not mostly been spent less than half an hour earlier in the bed, Josh had known for years that he was unable to climax in the hot water of a bath and so was able to remain hard for her until she had completely exhausted herself but not before her delicious young body had experienced three powerful orgasms!

“Any more wine left?” she asked, peeping over the side as she snuggled to him once more, the jets keeping the water constantly warm. Chuckling, Josh picked the bottle up and filled both glasses once more and advised her to drink this one a little more carefully, not relishing the idea of having to deal with a distressed, vomiting girl over night. Realising that one day had become the next as they lay in the tub, they finally decided that it was time for bed and Josh pulled the lever to drain the tub while he gently dried his sleepy, light-headed young concubine with one of the hotel’s fluffy white towels that were kept warm on a rack then switching off the music which gently faded out.

After kissing him softly on the lips, Amelia left Josh alone in the bathroom to dry himself and went back through into the main room. When he came out a minute or so later, naked and holding the bottle in one hand and the glasses in the other, he found her stood at the window looking out over the city’s theatre district, still a hive of activity despite it being nearly one o’clock. For the city, he knew, this was still late evening. He set the glasses and bottle down on the coffee table and slipped his arms around her from behind.

“It’s so beautiful, isn’t is?” She smiled at his reflection in the glass. “It looks so beautiful…” she sang softly, quoting the musical. “So very beautiful…” Josh lovingly turned her around to embrace and kiss her then emptied the rest of the bottle into their two glasses, as evenly as he could manage but making sure that the little extra went to hers. Still standing naked in front of the window, knowing that the people below could not see them, they interlocked their arms like Amelia had seen on television and enjoyed the last of the sweet, sparkling wine. “Take me to bed!” she whispered to him, setting her glass down close to his on the window sill. Lovingly, Josh scooped her up in his arms, carried her across the room and laid her gently on the bed before slipping in beside her and pulling the folded-back sheets over both of them. Gently, lovingly, they kissed, stroked and caressed each other before falling into a long over-due sleep wrapped in each other’s arms.


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The sun streaming through the window woke them a little after nine the next morning, well in time to enjoy the breakfast they had both been looking for. Knowing they still had plenty of time in the room and both feeling hungry, they took a quick shower together in the luxurious pod which sprayed them from all angles, just to freshen up, then got dressed. Josh put on his trousers from the day before and a fresh, more casual shirt while Amelia had brought with her a completely different outfit better suited to a day in town rather than a night out like her previous attire. This outfit consisted of a baby blue crop-top which she intended to wear with a white puffer-jacket, although of course she would not wear that to breakfast, tight blue jeans which showed off her shapely rump very well and fluffy white winter boots. Josh waited while she dried her hair, putting it in a side pony-tale as he had seen before, and put on light makeup then they made their way out to the lift and down to the restaurant.

Unlike some other hotels, this particular branch of the Roebuck International did not offer an open buffet but did offer a fairly broad menu with no theoretical cap limiting guests to one dish each, the food cooked to order. They were welcomed at the door and gave their room number to a smiling waitress who showed them to a table for two and, gave them menus and took their drink order – a glass of orange juice each and a black coffee for Josh.

The restaurant was decorated very much in the same style as the lobby and had some lovely Christmas decorations hanging from the ceiling and walls as well as a Christmas tree, more modestly-sized than the one in the lobby but just as elegantly decorated, in the corner. Looking at the menu, Amelia skimmed quickly past the more conventional pork-based or vegetarian dishes and looked for the promised section of “Sidney Specials”.

“Ooh it all looks so good!” she exclaimed as she read down the list. There was the “Full Sidney”, their take on the traditional “Full English”, including Girl sausage and bacon along with fried eggs, mushrooms, hash browns and a grilled tomato, scrambled egg with Girl bacon-bits, breakfast muffins with either Girl bacon, a Girl-sausage patty or both along with a poached egg, “Eggs Sidney” which was a variation on “Eggs Benedict” but with wafer-thin slices of Girl ham in the place of the smoked salmon, and finally omelettes filled with cheese, mushrooms and either bacon, sausage or both. “I don’t know what to choose!”

“It says you can have as much as you like.” Josh pointed out. “I wonder if you can order more than one thing at a time?” Just then, the waitress came back with their drinks so Josh took the opportunity to ask.

“Of course!” She smiled. “The breakfast is unlimited, the way we break it down on the menu is just suggestions.

“So, if I wanted the Full Sidney,” Amelia asked, “but with the scrambled eggs with bacon bits, extra sausages and an omelette, I could have that?”

“Absolutely!” The waitress grinned, taking out her ordering tablet. “So is that what you’ll have?”

“Yes please!” Amelia nodded enthusiastically.

“Okay! Great choice!” The waitress tapped at her tablet. “So, one full Sidney with… how many extra sausages?”

“Hmm…” Amelia thought for a moment. “How many does it come with normally?”

“Two.” the waitress replied.

“Then another two, please!” Amelia grinned.

“The Full Sidney,” repeated the waitress, “with two extra sausages, scrambled egg and an omelette. Is that with the full works?” she asked. “Bacon, sausage, cheese and mushroom?”

“Yes please!” Amelia confirmed.

“Excellent!” The waitress gave a little chuckle, taking her menu. “And for you, sir?” She turned to Josh.

“I’ll have the Eggs Sidney, an omelette with the works and a portion of bacon, please!” He smiled before adding. “Crispy!”

“Great!” The waitress took his menu and made some more notes on her tablet. “You know, the omelettes are my favourite too!” She pressed the button to send their order to the kitchen. “Are you okay for drinks?” she asked. “Can I get you anything else while you wait for your food?”

“No, thank you,” Amelia smiled, “but I was wondering…” The waitress smiled, encouraging her to ask her question. “Well, where does the Girl you serve here come from? Do you butcher girls in the kitchen here?”

“No, I’m afraid not.” The waitress shook her head. “We don’t have the space or the facilities for that, but the breakfast meat is fresh every morning!” she assured her. “The Sidney’s in town slaughters a batch of girls at half past five every morning for their own breakfast sitting and they send the meat over fresh in a chilled courier van. Did you see the pictures in the frame by the door when you came in?”

“No, sorry,” Amelia admitted. “We didn’t. I was too busy looking at the pretty decorations!”

“That’s understandable!” the waitress grinned. “But go take a look while you wait for your food! Those photos were taken just before their slaughter this morning and we change them out twice a day. We’ll use up their meat over lunch and there will be fresh girls for tonight’s dinner service.”

“Ooh awesome!” Amelia grinned. “I’ll go look now! Coming, Daddy?” she asked Josh, deliberately making the name she called him sound teasing and sarcastic. Chuckling a little awkwardly and shrugging as he made eye-contact with the waitress, Josh got up and followed Amelia to the wood-panelled archway between the restaurant and the lobby where, he now noticed, there was a poster-sized fancy gold frame on each side.

The one he had noticed on the way in was on the left as you entered the restaurant. In elegant gold script on a black background it welcomed guests and advised of the opening times for different meals. The one neither of them had noticed before hung opposite. The same size as the welcoming board, it had a black inner frame within which four head-and-shoulders pictures of smiling girls were displayed, a small white card under each picture giving their first name. The girls were all stood in front of a curtain the same dark red as the carpets throughout the hotel and, although nothing was visible much below the collar bone, it was fairly obvious that they were all naked. In the middle, in the wide black bar that divided the top half of the frame from the bottom, the words “Sidney’s Specials” were written with the second word in the same font as the first which was the Sidney’s restaurant logo, supposedly based on Sidney Roebuck’s own signature, with a heart serving as the dot on both “i”s.

Starting in the top left and working her way around in a clockwise fashion, Amelia read out the names. There was Bethany, a pretty blond of about twelve with hair in a shoulder-length bob with a slight curl and a bookish look about her. Although she could not say why, Amelia felt certain that this particular meat-girl normally wore glasses. Next to her was Poppy, a cheeky-looking red-head with pale skin, freckled skin and her hair in twin braids. She looked quite a lot younger than Bethany, perhaps eight or nine years old. Below Poppy was Aurora, a strikingly beautiful girl of ten or eleven with long, straight, jet-black hair, skin so pale it looked like porcelain and piercing green eyes. Finally, to her left, was Naomi, a sporty-looking black girl who gave the impression of being tall even ‘though only her head and shoulders were visible and who wore her hair in a high bun.

“Quite the tasty team there, huh?” Josh grinned, his hand on Amelia’s shoulder, as they looked at the pictures. “Always nice to know who you’re eating!”

“Definitely!” Amelia giggled as they headed back to their table. “I just wish they showed a bit more of them in the pictures!”

“Well not everyone’s on board with the whole girl-eating thing!” Josh reminded her. “They probably don’t want to make too big a deal of it. This isn’t an actual Sidney’s after all.”

“True.” Amelia nodded a little sadly. “It just seems a pity. I bet their bodies look yummy!”

“I thought you might be feeling that way!” A voice from behind her chuckled and she turned to see the waitress bringing their plates to their tables, two each, a large and a smaller one for Amelia and two smaller ones for Josh. “We do have more pictures available on request,” she grinned as she set the steaming, delicious-looking breakfasts down, “so I took the liberty of printing you up a set. Here!” She took a golden paper wallet out of the pocket of her apron and handed it to her. “Here.” She smiled. “With our compliments!”

Eager to try her food but too curious to leave the pictures un-inspected, Amelia thanked the waitress then opened the surprisingly fat wallet to find fourteen A5 postcards inside – four were the same pictures that were displayed in the frame, another four showed full-body shots of the four naked meat-girls from the back, showing off their delectable rumps, and the next four showed them from the front. The final two were landscape-orientated and showed all four girls together, standing in a row with their arms around each others waits, one from the front and one from the back. Naomi and Bethany were in the middle with Aurora and Poppy on either side. Now that she could see the sporty girl in context with the others, Amelia found that she was right in thinking that Naomi was tall although, in fast, Bethany was not much shorter. On the back of each solo card was the Sidney’s Specials logo with the girl’s name in bold type underneath and the date in smaller letting under that. The back of the group shots was very similar but with all four names, printed in the same order in which they stood. Not wanting to let her delicious-looking breakfast get cold, especially now that she knew who it was made from, Amelia put the cards back into their wallet and put it on the side of the table away from anything that might splash it then hungrily tucked in.


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“You know,” Josh chuckled as Amelia devoured her Girl-heavy breakfast, “this makes four days in a row where the only meat you’ve eaten is Girl! If you’re not careful, you’ll turn into one of those Wendigo people who can’t stomach anything else!”

“Hmm, would that be such a bad thing?” Amelia giggled. “As long as I don’t turn all bony and grow antlers of course! They do say Girl-fed girl is best, after all,” she reminded him, “so the way I see it, the more Girl I can eat in the next six months, the tastier I’m going to be when my turn comes!” Josh grinned, unable to fault her logic and taking as much pleasure from how much she was enjoying her breakfast as he was from his own. “So,” she asked conversationally, “who do you think is going to be tastier out of Ella and Lydia? They’re next on the menu, right?”

“Hard to say, really!” Josh thought back to the party where the sweet young girls from across the road had been running around happily naked, showing off their bodies and very proud of their status as meat-girls. “They’re sisters so I double their meat will really be that different. I guess it will come down to how they’re cooked and what sort of sauces and seasoning are used.” Amelia nodded thoughtfully in agreement.

“I want a bite of Ella’s rump!” Amelia giggled as she cut another piece of sausage and ate it with a mouthful of scrambled egg.

“It certainly looked tasty!” Josh chuckled again. “There’s something about a girl’s rump that just screams Eat Me, isn’t there?” He grinned. “Makes you wonder how society could have gone on for so long denying that girls are delicious!” Amelia giggled again and for a while they ate in silence, enjoying their breakfasts, until the waitress came to check on them.

“How is it?” she asked with a smile and they both assured her the food was absolutely delicious! “I can see you’re both getting low,” she observed, “can I get anything else started for you?” Both agreeing that the omelettes were among the best they had ever tasted, they both asked for another of those and a breakfast muffin with everything, along with another orange juice for Amelia and coffee for Josh. Half an hour later, having finished their second round of breakfast and even Amelia admitting that she was full, they thanked the waitress and headed back up to their room, Amelia clutching the precious golden photo wallet with the pictures of the girls their breakfast had been made from inside.

“So,” Josh checked the time, “an hour and a half until checkout. We should get packed then we known the rest of the time is our own.” Amelia agreed and they packed up their bags which were now somewhat fuller than when they had arrived thanks to the gift basket and the bottles of drink that they had not used. “Maybe we can get an extra carrier bag or something from reception?” Josh suggested, deciding to go down and ask then and there rather than rushing afterwards, leaving Amelia in the room after receiving her solemn promise that he was the only strange man she would answer the door to!

There was a man on reception that morning but he was every bit as helpful as the woman the night before had been, giving Josh two large reinforced gift bags with the hotel logo on that would be more than enough to carry all their extra bits in. He also advised Josh of their baggage holding service meaning that their bags and other belonging that they did not want to carry around could be left in a kind of secure cloakroom behind reception until they were ready to head home.

When he returned to the room, he was not exactly shocked to find Amelia waiting for him naked, but what did surprise him a little was the fact that she seemed to have taken the fluffy black cords out of both the bath robes and had those on the bed beside her. He put the bags on the coffee table then went to her, sitting beside her on the bed. She immediately climbed up onto his lap and they kissed passionately. He began to lay her down on the bed but she stopped him.

“No!” She told him, unbuttoning his shirt and slowly walking her fingers across his chest. “You made love to me so sweetly last night and it was wonderful but breakfast reminded me that I am a piggy and I want you to treat me like a piggy this morning! Tie me up and tenderise my rump as hard as you can then fuck me from behind like the bad little piggy I am!” She picked up one of the chords and dangled it teasingly. Josh took it from her and, a little embarrassed by how aroused her suggestion made him feel, stood up and pushed her face down across the bed. He then tugged her hands together behind her back and tied them. He then took the other chord and tied her ankles together. He then pulled her across his lap and, to begin with, stroked her rump.

“I can’t wait to see this roasted!” her told her. “To see you with the spit through you, hands and feet tied like this, turning over the coals, turning golden brown so we can eat you!”

“Yes!” Amelia moaned. “I’m just food. A piggy to cook and eat! Now tenderise my rump!” Josh raised hid hand and brought it down hard on her firm, round backside, just as he had done sitting on the side of his own bed with her and Samantha a few weeks earlier. Amelia squealed and moaned as he brought his hand down again and again, three times in the same spot, then moved to her other buttock. “Yes!” she cried out again. “Tenderise my meat! Make me ready for the spit!”

“What are you?” Josh asked as he spanked her again.

“A piggy!” Amelia gasped, moaning from the pleasure of the sharp, delicious pain the spanks inflicted.

“And what are piggies for?” he growled in a low voice.

“For meat! For eating!” He slapped her rump again. “I’m your meat! Tenderise me, roast me and eat me!”

“I’m gonna spank your cute little ass until it glows like Rudolph’s nose!” Josh told her, slapping harder to make good on his promise as the bound young girl squirmed on his lap, gasping and moaning. Under her belly she could feel through his trousers that he was rock hard.

“Now fuck me!” She begged. “Fuck me like a piggy! Spit me with your cock!” Josh roughly tossed her onto the bed where she fell onto her back, squirming as she lay there, the naughty smile on her face making it clear that the way he was treating her was exactly what she wanted. Looking at her exposed, bound young body laying helpless on the bed, utterly at his mercy but clearly wanting things no other way, Josh quickly undressed then, kneeling on the bed, flipped her over and pulled her hips up towards him.

With her hands tied behind her back, Amelia could not lift her shoulders off the bed so turned her face to the side instead so that she could breath as Josh fucked her hard from behind, his thighs slapping against her pink, freshly-spanked rump, his thick adult cock stretching her out inside, the tip bashing against her cervix with every aggressive thrust. Moaning and feeling the scream building inside her, Amelia buried her face in the pillow it rested on and her whole body shuddered with an orgasm so powerful she felt sure that she would explode. Feeling that his duty to his young lover was done, Josh continued to thrust until he too was satisfied then pulled out of her and gently untied the cords with which she was bound. He lay beside her and held her lovingly, caressing her well-fed young body now that all her carnal desires had been satisfied, for the time being at least.

“Come on!” he kissed her and smiled once a few peaceful minutes had passed. “Let’s go enjoy that shower properly!” Both naked, they went through to the bathroom and into the luxury shower cubical with its many jets and sprays.


To be continued...

Back at the house, Laura was helping her new children unpack their belongings into what was now their bedroom. The day before, they had emptied most of the drawers and cupboards of Samantha’s clothes, putting everything in the living room for the moment to look through later, and packed her toys and games into plastic crates which Laura assured them they would be welcome to go through and keep anything they wanted. A few things they liked were spotted while they packed so they kept these out up in the room. Since the both liked drawing and being creative, all her art supplies were left where they were, ready to be used by their new owners.

It had felt a little disrespectful taking her posters and other personal pictures down but Laura reminded Ryan and Erin that this was their room now, for the next several months at least, until they could have the planned building work done, so it was important that it was made to feel like their own, not someone else’s room that they were staying in. There was one poster from a movie that Ryan was also a fan of so that stayed up, as did one of a band that Erin liked, but the rest were carefully rolled into tubes that Laura found in the garage and put with the rest of Samantha’s property downstairs. Although Erin would have first dibs on any of Samantha’s clothes she wanted, Laura intended to let Amelia look through what was left in case there was anything she wanted before the rest got donated.

Once the shelves, cupboards and drawers were empty, Laura helped them wipe down all the surfaces with lemon-fresh wipes then they pulled of the bedding that the three girls had shared the night before and Laura promised they would pick up a new set on their way home. She had then driven them to the group foster home to collect their belongings which, heartbreakingly, did not take very long at all to pack up and required only one car journey to transport. Laura assured the siblings that, once the holidays were over and things were more settled, they could have any of their friends over from the home that they wanted. Erin’s precious doll collection probably took up the most room, filling most of the boot of the car, but there was plenty of room left between the children on the back seat and in the passenger space in the front.

They had stopped at the large supermarket on the way home so that the children could pick out a new duvet and pillow set and the sheets and extra pillowcases needed to go with it. Since they would be sharing Samantha’s double bed for now, Laura also bought some extra pillows so they could be comfy. Thinking it was a good time to pick up some other bits and pieces they might need and conscious of the shops limited Boxing Day opening hours, they had gone around the necessary aisles and picked up new toothbrushes, their favourite brand of toothpaste, deodorant, soap, shower gel and anything else Laura thought they might need to feel at home. By the time they got back, they were feeling too tired to unpack, which was not surprising under the circumstances, so Laura had helped them put on the new bedding then they had watched some comedy special on TV while she made dinner which they ate on the sofa, watching a movie.

After the movie, the children had asked if they could take a bath, promising that they didn’t mind sharing. Knowing from recent experience that the tub was comfortably big enough for an adult and a child to share and therefore easily big enough for two children, and thinking that a hot, relaxing bath before bed was probably a good idea after the excitement of the last couple of days, Laura had happily agreed and had gone to run them a bath with plenty of bubbles while they went to the bedroom to undress. Over the last few weeks, she had got so used to Samantha walking around the house in her birthday suit and, of course, all the children had stripped off to play in the snow at the party so it really came as no shock to Laura when the two pre-teens came wandering in naked to see if their bath was ready. Laura was pleased to see her new son acting like a gentleman and accepting the taps end as she left them to enjoy their bath.

A little over an hour later, during which she had started sorting Samantha’s clothes by type and setting them out on the back of the sofa and on the dining table to make them easier to sort through, they had come down in their pyjamas to wish her goodnight and to ask for water to take to bed which she had happily provided.

It had felt a little strange to be all on her own in bed that night. The times recently where she had let Amelia have the use of her husband, she had had Samantha to snuggle with. Not that she resented the fact that her husband was spending the night away with his young lover. It had been her idea after all! She hoped they liked the restaurant she had picked for them and the hotel’s association with Sidney! The reviews she had read before booking had made it clear that they would be made very welcome there and not given any trouble over the nature of their relationship. In fact, it seemed that the fact that the Roebuck International chain were welcoming to such couples was something of an open secret. Not wanting to disturb her new children, Laura had put the TV on the in bedroom for company and was very soon asleep herself.

Feeling refreshed and invigorated, the three of them were now unpacking the sibling’s possessions and finding places for them around the room. Erin, who also liked horror, had opted to keep some of Samantha’s books, especially the ones by Stephen King, and some of her fantasy titles but neither had been interested in her teen romance collection so these had been taken downstairs. Since there were two fairly long shelves for books, it was decided that they could have one each, Erin taking the upper one as that was where the books she was keeping already were and Ryan putting his sci-fi and game-related books on the lower shelf.

The shelf above the desk seemed the best place for Erin’s doll collection and she proudly put the Stacie-as-Sidney that Samantha had picked out for her in pride of place in the centre. As it currently stood, the collection filled the entire shelf with no room for expansion but Laura promised that they would work something out – either more shelves or a special cabinet so that she could keep adding new dolls as and when she found one that was worthy of inclusion in this rather exclusive collection. For now, Ryan’s action figures and other models, the collectable ones that he liked to keep on display rather than the ones he played with, were able to fit on his book-shelf.

The relatively small collection of toys they had brought with them - tubs of Lego, boxes of action figures, board games and a few other bits and pieces fitted easily into one of the cupboards while the cuddly toys were arranged along the top of the bed’s headboard. There would be plenty of time to add their own posters, photographs, art work and anything else they wanted but for now at least the room was starting to feel like their own, with familiar items on display and their own clothes hanging in the wardrobe and a little in the drawers that they had been allocated two of each.

“So where are we going to put the picture of Samantha?” Erin asked with a giggle. Laura admitted that she had been wondering about this, since the picture of Samantha as Sidney that they had kept, intending to put in this room, had her leg dangling down so it could not really go on top of any cupboards that needed to be opened. This would be something they would need to think about but they all felt sure that they would come up with a solution in time.

“What time are the others getting back?” Ryan asked, referring to Josh and Amelia.

“We didn’t really set a time,” Laura explained, “I assume Amelia’s parents will let us know when they’re on their way to pick her up but I expect if we don’t hear anything else, they’ll be back in time for dinner. As we’ve all eaten quite heavily recently, I was going to make a cold meat salad with the rest of Samantha and the Emily ham, does that sound good? I’ll do some garlic bread on the side.” Both children enthusiastically agreed.

“Ella and Lydia live across the road, right?” Erin asked as they headed downstairs.

“That’s right.” Laura smiled. “For about three more weeks, at least!” Both children giggled.

“Can we ask them over some time?” her new daughter asked. “Like a play-date?”

“Of course!” Laura agreed warmly, happy that the children seemed to have made friends at the party, even if the friends in question weren’t going to be around any more after the middle of the the next month. “Better organise it soon!” she suggested. “The party will come around sooner than you think!”

“Oh yeah, and speaking of parties…” Erin ventured, hoping that she wasn’t over-stepping or being presumptuous. Laura’s warm and inquisitive smile reassured her and she continued. “Well, do you think we could throw them a Sidney party? Maybe the weekend before they… you know?”

“A Sidney party?” Laura asked, curiously, “What’s that?”

“You know?” Erin prompted. “Like Samantha suggested on Christmas Eve? She said it should be a thing for girls who are going to roast at a party, since they’ll miss most of it. They should get a little party before where everyone dresses up as Sidney? It could be fun?” she suggested. “Doesn’t have to be big, just those two, the other girls from Christmas and maybe a couple of their school friends? I’ve already got the hat and boots from Emily,” she reminded her new mum, “and Amelia has her own set too, so does Willow!”

“I think that sounds like a lovely idea!” Laura smiled, happy to see that her new daughter was so thoughtful and considerate. “I’ll have a chat with her mum later and we’ll sort something out. But what about you?” She turned to Ryan with a cheeky grin. “Think you can handle a party full of naked cowgirls? Want a hat and boots of your own?”

“I…” Ryan blushed a little but chuckled. “I might just play video games in your room that evening if that’s okay?”

“Probably smart!” Laura chuckled, remembering how Marshall would retreat to his own bedroom when she had her girl-friends over when they were kids themselves. “In fact…” She took out her phone and sent a message to Miranda, asking if it would be okay to pop over as Erin had something she wanted to discuss. A message came back almost immediately that they were at home and that the girls would be delighted to see their new friend. “You’re welcome too,” Laura smiled at Ryan, “or you’re just as welcome to stay here and have some time to yourself if you’d rather? I’ll only be across the road and you have my number in case you need anything.” Ryan concluded that he would rather stay and chill out in his new bedroom so Laura and Erin put their coats, trudged carefully through the rather compacted and re-frozen snow on the pavement and crossed the road to Miranda’s house.


To be continued...

>>29215

I'm curious about the name changes. There was only one name used twice ‒ for Samantha's cousin and Amelia's maternal granddad. So what is the reason?

By using BBCode and providing more text I made a change myself, hoping that the markers will be a bit more descriptively about the difference between the original text and my proposed amendment. And I will seperate comments from the proof-reading results to keep them visible.
Regarding to >>29122 and >>29256 I'd like to repeat my wish that you correct my false positives and explain proper "inaccuracies" to brush up my english. :)

The start is very promising. Will it be a "short" story or will it last until next Christmas? :)=)

> “You know, ... we are quite popular with fathers and daughters.”
This is not really surprising at a "Roebuck International", is it? :D

>>29215

Although this is not part of the story I made the first hit here. :D

> NB - Some names have been changed from the first story, an updated version of which will be shared on verious sites once the proof-reading has been finished, but I hope I have included enough exposition for you to follow who everyone is, even if you are coming to this story totally "cold".
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo: shared on various sites
NB - Some names have been changed from the first story, an updated version of which will be shared on various sites once the proof-reading has been finished, but I hope I have included enough exposition for you to follow who everyone is, even if you are coming to this story totally "cold".

> “I’m sure it’s…” she muttered as remembered one that might be suitable.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Omission(?): she muttered as she remembered
“I’m sure it’s…” she muttered as she remembered one that might be suitable.

I'm not sure about the first one: missing comma in an enumeration or wrong grammar or correct?
> Now,” she turned closed the wardrobe and began to rummage though the drawers of the chest that stood next to it, “do you have clean underwear? We can find you some tights in here.”
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo(?): she turned, closed the wardrobe and began to rummage
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo: rummage through the drawers
Now,” she turned, closed the wardrobe and began to rummage through the drawers of the chest that stood next to it, “do you have clean underwear? We can find you some tights in here.”
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Wrong word(?): she turned closed closing the wardrobe and began to rummage
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo: rummage through the drawers
Now,” she turned closing the wardrobe and began to rummage through the drawers of the chest that stood next to it, “do you have clean underwear? We can find you some tights in here.”

> “Good! Sammie’s hair-dryer is on the side there,” she pointed out, “you can use that.”
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Confusion (reference): on the side there,” she Laura pointed out,
“Good! Sammie’s hair-dryer is on the side there,” Laura pointed out, “you can use that.”

> “Don’t worry,” she assured them, “you don’t have to sort through it all today but before school’s back I’d like to have it all her stuff sorted out. Anything you don’t want, Dad and I will go through and maybe hold onto a few keepsakes then find new homes for the rest. Okay?”
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Editing-remains(?): I’d like to have it all her stuff sorted out
“Don’t worry,” she assured them, “you don’t have to sort through it all today but before school’s back I’d like to have all her stuff sorted out. Anything you don’t want, Dad and I will go through and maybe hold onto a few keepsakes then find new homes for the rest. Okay?”

> “You know, I did always say that I ever had an affair, you’d have to organise it for me!”
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Omission(?): say that if I ever had
​“You know, I did always say that if I ever had an affair, you’d have to organise it for me!”

> The lobby was decorated with a Christmas tree that had to be at least fifteen feet tall next to what they were fairy sure was a real wooden sleigh, painted red, highly polished and with a pile or presumably decorative presents in the back.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo: ​with a pile of presumably decorative presents
The lobby was decorated with a Christmas tree that had to be at least fifteen feet tall next to what they were fairy sure was a real wooden sleigh, painted red, highly polished and with a pile of presumably decorative presents in the back.

> I will also have a family gift basket sent up to your room and some drinks and some drinks added to the mini-fridge in the room.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Doubling: sent up to your room and some drinks and some drinks added to the mini-fridge
​I will also have a family gift basket sent up to your room and some drinks added to the mini-fridge in the room.

> Josh reminded her, then spotted the brass plaque on the wall positioned intentionally to help people coming out of the lift know which was to go.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Omission(?): help people coming out of the lift know which way/direction/corridor/"nothing in particular" was to go.
​Josh reminded her, then spotted the brass plaque on the wall positioned intentionally to help people coming out of the lift know which corridor was to go.

> Josh closed the door behind them and set the bags down beside the bed that lay down beside her.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Wrong word: down beside the bed that then lay down beside her.
​Josh closed the door behind them and set the bags down beside the bed then lay down beside her.

>>29263
Haha well... We're currently on around 19,000 words and have only made it to the afternoon of December 27th so far! That should give you a sense of the eventual length! 😁

Most of the name changes were just because I wasn't happy with some of them. I'm not very good at coming up with names on the spot so I just took the opportunity to change some to ones I thought fitted better 😊

>>29265
Yup a couple of times where I reworded a sentence but forgot to take version A out! The "omission" is actually simpler than that - "was" was supposed to be "way" 😊

>>29216

Additional note about the markers. Each one labelled with "(?)" indicates that I'm unsure about the correctness of my proposed amendment. It's possible that I don't know a certain expression or that I don't get the meaning. Please take this into account.

> a large, comfortable-looking porcelain throne.
Is it comfortable enough for a "Game of Thrones"?
Would be nice for those who are into "watersports" or other readers of /s/. *lol*

> a friendly-looking waiter brought their menus, two the same, fortunately,
Wouldn't it to be expected that the menus are different, at least in a higher level restaurant ‒ with prices for the gentlemen and without for the ladies?
Just kidding ‒ go ahead. *g*

> Phantom of the Opera
You describe a show you've seen, don't you? When and where?

>>29216

> To the right of the bed itself was a sort of lounge area with an L-shaped sofa which hugged the corner and a low coffee table.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Confusion: hugged the corner and a low coffee table ‒ The sofa only hugged the corner, but not the coffee table. :P
​To the right of the bed itself was a sort of lounge area with a low coffee table and an L-shaped sofa which hugged the corner.

> At first, Amelia thought that the fabric hanging along both walls behind the sofa was just for decoration but then she saw the button on the wall and realised that it was curtains!
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Confusion: The fabric is of course singular and "was" would be without doubt correct in "and realised that it was a curtain". But the "curtains" are plural and the new subject, so shouldn't change the verb to "were" ‒ "and realised that it were curtains"?

> “You know,” She stroked his face, “this almost feels like a honeymoon sweet.”
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo: “You know,” she stroked his face
​“You know,” she stroked his face, “this almost feels like a honeymoon sweet.”

> “Well, tonight,” she kissed her tenderly and lovingly on the lips, “you can be my bride!”
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo: tonight,” she kissed her
​“Well, tonight,” he kissed her tenderly and lovingly on the lips, “you can be my bride!”
​
> They ducked down a quiet side-street which seemed to be mostly the back doors or shops and restaurants, where deliveries were made and bins were kept, getting off the busy city high street to make conversation easier then Amelia called her mum back.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo: the back doors of shops and restaurants
They ducked down a quiet side-street which seemed to be mostly the back doors or shops and restaurants, where deliveries were made and bins were kept, getting off the busy city high street to make conversation easier then Amelia called her mum back.


> It was Tuesday the twenty sixth of December, 2034, (>>29125)
> “They’ve set a date for the Christening! Sunday, fourth of May!”
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Logical: The story starts in 2034. So the next fourth of May would be in 2035 and a Friday. In 2035 are three sunday the fourth: in February, March and November. To keep the story consistent the closest date is ​Sunday, fourth of March.
“They’ve set a date for the Christening! Sunday, fourth of March!”

> “On that day, you’ll get to watch me roast then get to to enjoy a slice or two of my juicy rump! I know you’re looking forward to that!”
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Doubling: then get to to enjoy a slice
“On that day, you’ll get to watch me roast then get to to enjoy a slice or two of my juicy rump! I know you’re looking forward to that!”

> While not as well-known a custom as in America, Daddy/Daughter dates, where a man takes his young daughter out for a meal to help her learn how she should expect a gentleman to treat her, were no unknown in Britain, especially in a big, cosmopolitan city.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo: were not unknown in Britain
While not as well-known a custom as in America, Daddy/Daughter dates, where a man takes his young daughter out for a meal to help her learn how she should expect a gentleman to treat her, were no unknown in Britain, especially in a big, cosmopolitan city.

> It certainly did not seem to type to be printed every day to keep up with the specials.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo(?): did not seem the type to be printed
It certainly did not seem the type to be printed every day to keep up with the specials.

> “Laura said you watch the original Phantom of the Opera with Sam?” Josh asked conversationally.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo(?): you watched the original ‒ real error or another type of "wanted"?
“Laura said you watched the original Phantom of the Opera with Sam?” Josh asked conversationally.

> To be continued...
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Editing-remains: This line needs to be moved to the end of the chapter.

> Something about the rhythm of the music itself gave the impression of sex and, although the two fully clothed performers were simply stood facing each other, fully clothed, the scene was incredibly erotic!
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Doubling(?): although the two fully clothed performers were simply stood facing each other, fully clothed, the scene was
Something about the rhythm of the music itself gave the impression of sex and, although the two performers were simply stood facing each other, fully clothed, the scene was incredibly erotic!

>>29266

And considering how many days it took you to write the 19000 words I can imagine that the sidneyverse year 2035 is finished together with the real 2035. Oh, oh, I was afraid of this. ;)=)


>>29267

Yep, sometimes it's just simple. But I like my version with the corridors better! :)

>>29270
Haha I could take that as an insult if I was feeling uncharitable! :-P My wiriting speed is usually considered fairly prolific?

>>29217

> Spotify
Considering the fast turnaround of music services you think it will last that long, even in Sidneyverse? ;)

>>29217

> It was true that Amelia’s days were numbered but the recently-confirmed Christening date was still more than six months away. She had half a year left to live and he wanted to make sure it was the best half year of her short but happy life!
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Logical: Even the fourth of may is only a little more than four months away. And if it will be a sunday the fourth it is much less or much more than six months (>>29269, item 6).

> The man behind the counter put everything into a bag which he passed to Josh then offered the card reader for him to pay, which he did by tapping his card whilst trying not to look!
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Confusion: Up to "for him to pay" everything is fine. But after the comma it gets mixed up. Who is "he", who is "his" and who is trying not to look? The question rises because normally the salesman would not look to keep the customers privacy untouched (and the PIN secret).

> In a rage, he then turned his anger towards Madame Giry who assured her that she had nothing to do with the boy’s disappearance and was deeply hurt that he could think such a thing.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Wrong word: who assured herhim that she had nothing to do
In a rage, he then turned his anger towards Madame Giry who assured him that she had nothing to do with the boy’s disappearance and was deeply hurt that he could think such a thing.

> It was then that one of the other dancing girls admitted then had seen Meg heading, in a state of distress, heading towards the pier dragging someone small by the hand.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Wrong word: girls admitted then she had seen Meg
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Doubling: had seen Meg heading, in a state of distress, heading towards the pier
It was then that one of the other dancing girls admitted she had seen Meg heading, in a state of distress, towards the pier dragging someone small by the hand.

> Clearly her words were directed at the Phantom. “What the fuck did you expect!” She squeezed his hand and cried a little more as Christine, with her dying breath, told Gustav that the Phantom was his father and that they would be each other’s family from now on.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Confusion (reference): She squeezed his Josh's hand and cried a little more ‒ The Phantom is on the stage and therefore to far away to squeeze his hand. :)
Clearly her words were directed at the Phantom. “What the fuck did you expect!” She squeezed Josh's hand and cried a little more as Christine, with her dying breath, told Gustav that the Phantom was his father and that they would be each other’s family from now on.

> Once in the lift, Amelia could not hold herself back and longer and pulled Josh down by the front of his shirt to kiss him passionately, releasing him only when the door pinged to announce that they had arrived on the fifth floor.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo: hold herself back any longer and pulled Josh down
Once in the lift, Amelia could not hold herself back any longer and pulled Josh down by the front of his shirt to kiss him passionately, releasing him only when the door pinged to announce that they had arrived on the fifth floor.

> You can’t but them new.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo: can’t buy them
You can’t buy them new.

> On long, elegant leg was stretched out in front of her and the other slightly bent, sticking out towards the side of the bed.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo: One long, elegant leg was stretched
On long, elegant leg was stretched out in front of her and the other slightly bent, sticking out towards the side of the bed.

>>29273
Yeah the 4th May thing was a mistake - I was looking at 2036 when I picked the date, and well spotted that May is not the 6th month! I told you I write quickly and without a whole lot of thought then correct stuff later :)

>>29274
Gee, and here I always thought you put the errors in on purpose so that we would all actually read the stories and make the corrections on our copies. . . . Silly me!

>>29277
Yes. That's exactly what I do! 😝 Isn't there a saying that if you need an answer on social media, don't just post the question, post a wrong answer and dozens of people who wouldn't have bothered answering you will jump on to correct you? ;)

>>29215
Hi Ed, I think you need to put out a cast list again so we can keep the names straight. Thank you

>>29280
Well I don't know them all yet so that wouldn't really work. There is a summary of who everyone is so far contained within the first chapter :) I plan on posting updates once a week now but daily (on days that I write enough to be worth while) on Pixiv :)

Smiling at her new daughter, feeling incredibly bonded to her already, Laura rang the doorbell and there was a sound of scurrying and giggles from inside before Lydia opened to door to greet them with Ella stood beside her, both wearing nothing but ear-to-ear grins.

“Sorry about them!” Miranda chuckled, appearing behind her daughters. “Now that it’s all official, I rather doubt I’ll every be able to get them to wear anything but their birthday suits ever again!” Laura chuckled, remembering only too well how reluctant Samantha had been in her last few days to put clothes on, only conceding when the situation absolutely demanded it. Of course she had been going to school up until a few days before her harvest, something this tasty pair of sisters would not be doing, but as soon as she got home most days the uniform had come off along with everything underneath it. “Come on, you two!” Miranda jokily scolded her daughters, “Let these folk in so we can get the door closed. You’re costing me enough in heating as it is!” Giggling, the girls stepped aside and welcomed Erin and Laura into the house.

“Thank you so much for the party!” Miranda gushed as she showed them into the living room and had them sit down as they had when they had gone over to deliver Samantha’s invitations. “I was so full,” she chuckled, “I barely needed to eat anything at all the rest of yesterday! Can’t say the same for these two,” she ruffled her giggling younger daughter’s hair affectionately, “but as they keep reminded me, they are fattening piggies!”

“We had cold Samantha and Emily last night!” Lydia informed them proudly. “With chips and baked beans!”

“Sounds like a combo Sammie would have approved of!” Laura chuckled. “We’re going to use the rest of ours this evening. I’m going to mix it into a salad.” The sisters confirmed that this sounded very tasty, especially when Erin added that there would be garlic bread too, and the three girls chatted happily about the party and how delicious Samantha had looked, not to mention tasted, as well as how much Lydia and Ella were looking forward to being cooked themselves while Miranda went into the kitchen to make tea for herself and Laura and to pour Erin a glass of coke. Once she got back and the drinks were handed out, Laura got down to the real business of their visit.

“So,” she smiled, “as you know, Erin and her brother have just moved in with us and although they have plenty of friends at school, they won’t see them again until after the holiday and they don’t really know anyone else in this neighbourhood at the moment so, first of all, we were wondering if you’d like to come over to pla…” she stopped herself, not wanting to embarrass her new pre-teen daughter by using childish terminology, even if what she was proposing amounted to exactly the same thing. “To hang out one evening soon?” she corrected herself. “Maybe Friday?”

“That sounds great!” Ella turned to her mum. “Can we? Please?”

“Can we sleep over too?” Lydia asked, giving Miranda puppy-dog eyes.

“Well that’s really up to Mrs Marting!” Miranda reminded them with a chuckle.

“Oh, Laura, please!” Laura smiled. “But certainly, if you would like to, I’m sure that can be arranged!” The sisters looked genuinely excited about this and that made Erin happy. It was clear that they were looking forward to spending time with her and her brother and not agreeing out of social nicety or any kind of feeling of obligation. “So that’s settled then!” Laura grinned. “But we also had a second idea that Erin would like to run by you. Go ahead, honey!” she encouraged her daughter.

“If you’d like,” Erin began a little timidly, “we’d like to throw you a Sidney party, on the Saturday before your harvest, probably. It’s Sam’s idea really! See, Amelia and I dressed up as Sidney on Christmas Eve and Sam would have done too but she didn’t have the gear so she dressed as an elf,” she giggled, “but not really dressed for the North Pole, if you catch my drift?” The sisters giggled. “And she said every girl who’s going to cook at a party should get to have a special, smaller party with her girl-friends first where everyone dresses like Sidney, since she’s going to miss most of the main one! So we’d like to do that for you. What do you think?”

“Sounds amazing!” Lydia’s beam grew even wider, something Laura would not have thought possible.

“I’ll handle all the planning.” Laura assured Miranda quickly. “I’ll make invitations and we’ll cover all the food. Organise everything really! I just need a couple of bits from you and the girls?”

“Sure!” Miranda looked a little stunned, overwhelmed by the Martin family’s kindness and generosity. “What do you need?”

“Well, first of all, I was wondering if you have a copy of that picture that was on their Sidney’s profile?” Laura asked. “The one where they’re hugging?”

“Oh yes!” Miranda readily agreed. “A few different versions of it, actually. They sent me a folder of all the pictures they took, the ones that didn’t come out blurry or anything, that is. I’ll forward you the link and the password so you can download them. Did you want that for the invitation?”

“Exactly!” Laura grinned. “I’m going to try editing Sidney hat and boots onto them but no promises, okay?” The sisters looked very happy at this suggestion and, as she talked, Laura was thinking the easiest thing to do would be to get Erin to wear hers and imitate the poses for her so she could crop them from one picture and superimpose them on the other, but that was something to discuss once they got home. “The other thing might seem a bit more obvious,” she smiled, “but this party is for the girls after all! We were going to invite all the girls who were at the party, but they’re mostly our family and friends, so,” she turned to Ella and Lydia, “if you can think of two friends each you’d like to invite?” She smiled. “Girls only, of course!” she winked and the sisters giggled in response. “Just let me know, okay? I’ll bring the invitations over when they’re printed and you can address like like Sammie did. Sound good?” The naked girls readily agreed.

“You’d better explain what a Sidney party is on the invitations.” Lydia suggested sensibly.

“And specify the dress code!” Ella giggled.

“Well yes,” Laura chuckled, “we should probably have a little flexibility around that. Let people come in bikinis or leotards if they’d be more comfortable. Especially your friends.”

“You know Willow won’t!” Erin observed with a quiet chuckle, remembering how her new young cousin had moaned about having to wear clothes to the Christmas party at all and had stripped off as soon as she and Amelia had shown that it was acceptable to do so!

“I suspect most of the guests will strive for authenticity!” Laura agreed. “But we don’t want anyone to feel pressured. Plus, since I don’t know the parents of your friends,” she looked at the sisters as she spoke, “it’s probably not a great look to demand that they show up to my house starkers!” This inevitably provoked more giggling. Laura promised to look up a nice-looking but inexpensive hat and boot set to recommend to those who didn’t already have their own and to include a link to where it could be ordered on the invitations.

“Wait! We don’t have those!” Ella exclaimed, turning to her mum in alarm. “Not proper ones, anyway!”

“Don’t worry!” Miranda assured her, and her sister also, “I’m sure I can sort something out! If Mrs… Laura is happy to sort everything else out then you can leave that part with me. Would you like help on the night?” she asked Laura. “I don’t want to intrude?”

“Oh that would be great!” Laura smiled. “I’m going to ask my mum but having an extra pair of hands would definitely be helpful! Don’t worry,” she chuckled, “I’m not going to be going full Sidney, but it would be fun to do a cowgirl outfit with the hat and boots!”

There was a lot more chat and giggling as the details were worked out and the visitors finished their drinks then Laura and Erin both hugged the two naked sisters, assuring them how delicious they looked, then headed back across the road to their own house. Although only late afternoon, it was already starting to get dark and Laura was sure that Josh and Amelia would be on their way back soon. With still no word from Amelia’s parents, Laura decided that she should assume that they would have one more for dinner and plan accordingly.

When they got in, they found Ryan sat on the sofa, playing a game on the console attached to the TV which doubled as the family’s blu-ray player. He briefly looked up and smiled as they came in and Erin asked if it was okay to go up to her room to read for a little while. After assuring her that it was and giving her a light kiss on the top of her head, Laura sat down at her computer and started to play around with a basic layout for the invitations while she waited for the promised photographs to arrive. Since the Sidney’s private menu pictures seemed to have been taken in front of a black background, she decided to make the base colour of the invitations black with white text, echoing the style of Sidney’s own billboards.

Leaving room for the photo on the right, she added a gold border then played around with how to lay out the relevant information on the left, settling in the end for the words “Sidney Party” at the top in gold in the Sidney’s font which she was able to download. Under this, in bold white type, she wrote “Come celebrate with” beneath which she switched back to the gold, ornate lettering to type “Lydia & Ella” then back to the white for the important information such as the date, time and address. At the bottom she added the email address she had created for the RSVPs to Samantha’s Christmas party, thinking she might as well get some more use out of it. For a moment she wondered if she should add an instruction telling people to read the back of the card but, since that was where they were going to be addressed and signed by the sisters, this seemed a little pointless.

Opening a fresh template, knowing the back of the card would be monochrome and matt so easy to write on, she copied the gold border but changed it to light grey then down the left hand side wrote a short explanation of what a Sidney party was and outlined the dress-code as discussed.

Remembering her promise, she opened up a few popular online shopping sites and searched for a hat and boots combo she felt comfortable recommending and which, most importantly, had fast shipping available. After rejecting a few she found an option that looked good, had positive reviews, was available in a variety of colours and shoe-sizes and, most importantly, was likely to be within most family’s budgets, even so soon after Christmas. While not up to the quality of the ones Erin, Willow and Amelia had, and certainly not of the set that she had borrowed from her friend for Samantha’s photo shoot, they were plenty good enough to make any girl look the part! Of course parents were welcome to buy fancier, more expensive sets if they wanted but she felt confident that the set she’d found would mean that none of the invitees had to miss out due to cost.

Just then, an email notification popped up showing that she had a message from Miranda. She opened it and found a link to the pictures that had been taken of her girls at Sidney’s along with the password required to access them, a random string of number and upper and lower-case letters which had clearly been auto-generated. She copied the password then clicked the link which took her to a secure page on the Sidney’s website and pasted the password in when prompted.

There were more pictures than she had expected, just under a hundred in fact. Thinking that Erin would likely want to see them, Laura left her desk and went to the bottom of the stairs to call to her.

“Can I see too?” Ryan asked, pausing his game and coming over. Laura chuckled to herself, wondering how she could have forgotten that it was not just other girls with meat-girl leaning who enjoyed seeing naked photographs of young girls!

“Sure!” she smiled. After all, the sisters had agreed that at least one of these photographs could be put on the invitations, meaning they would be seen not only by the recipients but likely their whole families, not to mention the staff at the printing company! Not only that, but some of them had been live on the Sidney’s website and viewable by any member of the public, if only for a few hours, so she was sure that Lydia and Ella would not be shy about who got to see their pictures now! Erin quickly clattered down the stairs and sat on her mum’s lap to look at the pictures while Ryan stood behind Laura’s chair, looking over her shoulder.

The first dozen or so pictures were of Ella from the front. It seemed as if she had found it difficult to maintain a neutral smile and stance for these more formal pictures designed to show off her meat rather than her personality. In many of them she seemed either to be giggling or awkwardly stifling laughter, shoulders hunched or the pose lost all together. They were undeniably cute photos and Laura was sure that Miranda was happy to have them but she also felt a pang of sympathy for the photographer who probably had a fair number of girls to get through and had to make so many attempts at getting the relatively simple picture they needed. By the last four, however, Ella seemed to have been able to get it together and any one of those could have been the one that was used on the site.

Next came the photos from the back and sides, only two or three of each this time. In contrast to her sister, Lydia seemed to have been a much more professional model and the photographer had achieved in five shots what it had taken them between twelve and fourteen to manage with Ella with none of those five being unusable. The front-facing pictures were quickly followed by the side and back shots, showing off her meat from all angles. Both girls had perky, round, bubble-butts that stuck out nicely behind them, thick thighs and were generally meaty in all the right places. Laura thought that it was likely only their insistence at being sold as a pair that had kept them from being snapped up in the hours between their profile going live and her brother’s decision to book them for a family party.

Now they came to the pictures that Laura was really interested in – the casual shots of the pair of them together, hugging, laughing together, posing in various different ways, so poses more revealing than others.

“Ooh that one’s cool!” Erin exclaimed as they came to one where the girls were posed back to back, their arms folded, their heads turned towards the camera as if they were on a poster for a buddy movie of some kind. “Too back you can’t see much.”

“True.” Laura agreed. Of all the poses, since the girls’ bodies were sideways on and their arms were folded across their chest, this one really was among the most modest. It was true, nobody could mistake the fact that they were naked, but there were absolutely no intimate parts on show, giving the image an air of cheeky burlesque rather than anything approaching pornographic. “But if I make it gray-scale and fade it a bit…” Quickly, she copied the photo into her editing suite, cut around the two girls from Ella’s waist upwards and dragged the cropped image onto template for the back of the invitation. She then clicked the filter to turn it to black and white then slide the opacity fader down to thirty percent, leaving the image clearly visible but faint enough to write over, more like a water-mark. “Not the final version of course,” she smiled, “I need to play with it a bit first, but what do you think?”

“Looks really cool!” Erin enthused and her brother agreed. “So which one should go on the front? It should be one that shows off their meat really well!” Laura returned to the album and continued to scroll through the pictures.

“That one!” Ryan called out as a particular one filled the screen. It showed the girls side by side, bodies pressed close together but facing front, kissing on the lips with their arms around each other’s shoulders. It was sweet yet suitably revealing.

“It’s very cute.” Laura agreed. “But I’m not sure it’s quite right for what we’re looking for. Although you’ve given me an idea now!” She copied the picture in question into a new folder which she labelled “Party Cards”.

“Ooh you’re thinking people can have some to take home?” Erin grinned. “Like the ones of Sam in the stocking?”

“Exactly!” Laura grinned. “I’m sure they’ll autograph them too if people ask nicely!” Both children giggled. Laura continued to scroll through the pictures and, between the three of them, they managed to pick three more to get printed up, deciding that the fifth and final one should be the same one that got used on the invite, but potentially without the planned editing. Eventually, after some debate, narrowing it down from seven possibilities, then to three and finally to the one, they settled on the perfect picture for the invitations.

It showed the girls laughing, their heads tuned towards each other but angled slightly back which would make editing the hats on easier. Their bodies were mostly facing the camera but in a relaxed way, meaning that most of their key features were on display, although Laura did think it a shame that their rumps could not be enjoyed in this particular shot. Still, the photos she had decided to get printed included two that showed them off very well and everyone was going to get to enjoy them in person at the party anyway! Lydia’s arm was around Ella’s shoulders and Ella’s was around Lydia’s waist. The children both agreed that this was the perfect shot.

“Do you mind helping me get shots I need for the editing?” Laura asked Erin. “We can take the pictures by that wall over there,” she pointed to a section of the living room wall that had no furniture, windows, mirrors or pictures on it, providing a handy blank canvas of light cream. “I’d need you to put your Sidney gear on and copy the poses as best you can, then I can make it look as if they were wearing them for the shoot.

“Sure!” Erin grinned, hopping up off her mum’s lap. “I’ll go change right now!”

“You don’t need to be naked.” Laura smiled. “But if you could put some shorts on, or just take your jeans off if you don’t mind, it would be handy, just in case I need to blend any part of your leg with theirs, plus it will be easier to check the poses.

“No problem!” Erin kissed Laura on the cheeky and excitedly scampered back off upstairs. Feeling a little guilty about how much he had enjoyed the photographs of his new friends but also wondering if it would be rude to ask for a little alone-time with the album on a tablet or something later, Ryan went back to his game.

While she waited for Erin, Laura set up her camera on a tripod to re-create the studio setting, pulled the curtains to block out natural light and put on what she estimated to be the right combination of lights to closest replicate the conditions the sisters had been photographed in. There were plenty of digital tricks she could do once she had the shots, of course, but the easier she could make things for herself, the better the outcome was likely to be. She had just finished getting set up when Erin came thundering down the stairs again, ready to pose. Despite what Laura had said, she had opted to go fully naked apart from the hat and boots.

“Wow, you don’t do things by halves, do you?” Laura chuckled, not incredibly surprised by her daughter’s choice.

“Authenticity is important!” Erin told her, her serious tone belied by the cheeky sparkle in her eyes.

“A very valid point!” Laura agreed. “Good thinking with the hair, by the way!” Since the sisters both had straight hair that hung relatively close to their heads, Erin had put mousse in her own curly mop and pulled it back into a short ponytail so that it would not obscure more of the hat than it should. It was not a look she particularly liked for herself and if she had been posing for her own Sidney photos, she definitely thought her voluminous curls would look more the part but that was not what this session was about. For the purposes of this particular shoot, she was more a mannequin than a model and she wanted to ensure the best possible outcome for her friends.

With the photograph she wished to recreate on the screen and easy to see, Laura adjusted the height of the camera and carefully directed Erin into the correct pose for Ella’s accessories. Realising that this was going to be difficult without a second person to lean on, even if the scale was slightly off, she called Ryan over to help.

“Don’t worry,” she chuckled as he came over a little nervously, “you don’t need to get your kit off! Just just need you to stand more or less how Lydia is in this picture, then you get to swap and be Ella, okay?” As she worked, Laura was very pleased to find that both siblings seemed to be natural posers and better at taking direction than Samantha had been. Her photo-session with her recently-roasted daughter had been fun but had pretty much consisted of trying to get the best shot of whichever pose Samantha had chosen to strike. With these two, however, Laura could imagine venturing into some professional-quality work that could potentially be exhibited or submitted to magazines.

Once she was happy with the shots she had, taking several close-ups of Erin’s head and feet as well as full-body poses, she asked the children to swap so that Erin could now be Lydia. This pose too a little longer to achieve but the cooperative pair eventually managed to manoeuvrer themselves into the correct position with Ryan bending his knees a little to make him short enough for Erin’s arm to rest in the right place. Laura had only taken a few shots, however, when she heard the front door open.

“We’re back!” Josh called from the hallway. “We’d not heard anything so I brought Amelia back here for dinner.

“That’s fine!” Laura called back. “We’re in the living room!”

“When he says for dinner,” Amelia giggled, coming into the room, “he just means...oh!” She took in the scene of Erin poses nude next to her clothed, crouching brother while Laura photographed them. “This looks like fun! What did I miss?”

“Go on!” Laura chuckled. “Take a break, fill her in. I’m sure your legs must be complaining anyway?” she smiled at Ryan, thinking how badly her own thighs would be burning if she had to hold that semi-crouched pose for anything more than half a minute and hoping that his youthful legs would not be protesting as much.

Happily, Erin scampered over to explain to Amelia about the Sidney party and the invitations they were making while Ryan stretched and shook out one leg at a time. Not far behind, Josh followed Amelia into the living room, his arms full of bags. Not only did he seem to be carrying both their over-night bags but he also had two large gift-bags from the Roebuck International hotel and a couple more from the famous multi-storey toy shop where he and Samantha had done some last-minute Christmas shopping the week before.

“So, you had fun then?” Laura chuckled, seeing the dark rings under her husband’s eyes and wondering whether Amelia had let him get any sleep at all. “How was the show?”

“It was awesome!” Amelia gushed. “So sexy and dramatic! Mr Martin has a mask,” she informed the family, “so if you see a mysterious ghost around the house, it’s just him! And look what I got!” She smiled proudly and lifted the silver rose necklace for everyone to see, to to show off out of the desire to share something that made her happy with people she cared about.

“Wow, that’s really pretty!” Laura smiled and Erin leaned in for a closer look, agreeing. “And dare I ask what’s in the rest of the bags?” Giggling, Amelia ran over to the dining table where Josh, with a groan of relief, had set the various bags down.

“When they found out it was a special occasion,” Amelia grinned, “they gave us a gift basket. It has some really nice treats in it. Here,” she fished out the tin of biscuits, “we brought this home to share. And you and Mr Martin can have this,” she took out the bottle of white wine which Laura recognised as being a brand far more expensive than anything they usually bought. They had eaten the chocolates between them after their shower but she carefully unpacked the other treats, including the teddy bear. “Isn’t he cute?” Amelia held him out to show then hugged him tight to her chest. “I’ve named him Joshua and he’s going to sleep in my bed every night for the rest of my life!”

She looked in the bag again and saw the Sidney doll that she had intended to keep for the time being and give to Erin just before her harvest and suddenly felt overcome with a wave of generosity and kindness. After all, she thought, she had just been given a wonderful treat and Erin, who was the one who really collected dolls after all, had come up with the sweet idea to throw a party for the new friends, a party that Amelia knew she would very much enjoy too! Besides, she had the larger Sidney doll that Samantha had chosen for her for Christmas. Sure, this one was more collectable, but she wasn’t really a collector so what was the point of letting it gather dust on her shelf for nearly half a year when someone else, someone who had endured a lot of misfortune in their life up until that point, could be enjoying it?

“Here!” She carefully lifted the doll in its plain plastic tube out of the bag and held it out to her friend who was currently dressed identically to toy. “This is for you!” Curious, Erin stepped closer and Samantha watched with pleasure as her eyes grew wide with shock.

“No fucking way!” Erin exclaimed, before quickly looking sheepish. “Sorry!” she apologised to Laura. “But really, are you serious?” she asked Amelia, apparently too nervous to take the offered gift. “You’re giving this to me?” Amelia nodded with an enthusiastic grin. “Do you know how much these go for?” the naked red-head asked incredulously.

“Kinda!” Amelia grinned. “But I also know you collect special dolls and I’m roasting in, like, five months and you’ve got to wait at least give years, maybe more, so she’s worth a lot more to you than she is to me!”

“That’s so generous!” Erin asked, finally reaching out to take the doll as if it were a holy relic. “Thank you so much!” Feeling warmed inside by seeing how happy she had made her friend, Amelia continued to unpack the bags, showing everyone the souvenir brochure, music box and charm bracelet from the theatre as well as the mask that Josh had worn for her the night before. Ryan took this and put it on then began making spooky ghost noises to bug his sister who was too entranced by her new doll to care.

“We got this for you!” Amelia smiled, passing the keyring to Laura.

“That’s very pretty!” Laura smiled, studying sculpted mini mask. “Thank you! What about the toy shop?” she asked, eyeing the bags with the logo on.

“Oh we had to go and check out if they had anything cool in their post-Christmas sale!” Amelia grinned. “Look,” she lifted all three of the standard Sidney play-sets out of the first bag, “we got these for Willow. I know Sam was everyone’s Christmas present but she’s going to expect birthday presents too. We thought Erin, Ryan and I could give her one of these each.”

“Good call!” Laura smiled. “What should we give her?” she turned to Josh, slightly concerned that she had not thought of that before and wondering when she might have a chance to go shop for a suitable gift.

“Oh we’ve got that covered too!” Amelia grinned proudly. “It might be a bit advanced for her, it does say fourteen plus on the box…” She pulled out a fairly large, flat box, mostly black but with a picture of Sidney’s pink hat and boots on the front. It took Laura a second or two to realise that it was actually a LEGO set and that the picture on the front was the model. It was one of the art sets intended for adults. “But we thought she’d like it anyway and I’m sure her dads won’t mind helping her build it!” Laura couldn’t help chuckling, knowing that this would be just as much a gift for her brother and his husband as for their daughter!

“Oh, and they had these character bears!” Amelia grinned, opening up the last bag. “They had so many different ones it was really hard to choose but we hope you like them! Here,” she pulled a fuzzy, vintage-looking bean-bag bear, the kind meant to sit on a desk or shelf rather than for cuddling, dressed as a Jedi and holding a translucent plastic lightsaber, “this one’s for you!” she passed it to Ryan who took it happily, grinning behind the white half-mask. “This one’s yours!” She took out the one they had chosen for Erin which was dressed as Sidney. She giggled as she took it. “And this one,” Amelia produced the final bear with a flourish, “is mine!” The bear she had chosen for herself was dressed as the Phantom of the Opera, complete with black silk cape and stitched-on mask.

“Seems the show made quite an impression on you?” Laura chuckled. “Guess I made a good choice!”

“The best!” Amelia assured her. “Here,” she passed her the souvenir brochure, “you can see lots of pictures from it in here!” Laura took the glossy publication that was half way between a book and a magazine and looked through it.

“Looks awesome!” she smiled, handing it back. “But I’d better see if I’ve got all the photos that I need for making the invitations.” She popped the SD card out of her camera then went to her computer, closely followed by Erin who was eager to see the pictures.

“What are you playing?” Amelia asked Ryan, noticing the paused game on the TV. “Does it have two-player mode?” Soon the two of them were sat beside each other on the sofa, controllers in their hands, Ryan still wearing the Phantom mask, while Erin sat on Laura’s lap to watch her do her editing magic and cleared away the bags and set the table. Since she was busy with the invitations and wanted to get them to the printer as soon as possible, Laura told Josh what she had planned for dinner and left him to start preparing it, promising to come help when she was done with the editing.

The effort she had taken in setting up the shots, the angles and the lighting paid off and Laura was able to convincingly transplant the hat and boots from Erin to the sisters without requiring too much adjustment. She knew that nobody was going to be judging her work too closely and that the glossy finish of the cards would help the hybrid image to blend convincingly but she still needed to be happy with what she was putting out. Once she was done, she asked Erin if she would like her to delete the pictures of her but her daughter insisted that she keep them, commenting that she hoped they could do more photo-shoots together in the future. Happy and excited to have such a willing, pretty and cooperative model, Laura smiled and sent Erin upstairs to get dressed then warned the pair on the sofa that dinner would be in about fifteen minutes and they should think about wrapping up their game.

The photo cards did not require any editing since they were already professional shots with a plain black background. All Laura did to alter them was to add a little text logo in the bottom right-hand corner of each in the gold Sidney font reading “Lydia & Ella’s Sidney Party. Saturday 6th January 2035”.

Knowing that time was very limited, she ordered the prints right away, opting for pink sparkly envelopes this time to fit with the Sidney’s theme. The pack contained enough to post out all the invitations in but also to make presentation packs of the five souvenir picture cards.

They were just finishing up their dinner of cold Girl salad, crispy potatoes and garlic bread and about to move onto dessert when Amelia’s parents arrived to collect her. They graciously declined Laura’s offer to join them at the table since they had already eaten their fill that day but happily accepted coffees and sat on the sofa while their daughter enjoyed home-made trifle that Laura, Erin and Ryan had made the night before.

Once she had finished, Amelia joined her parents on the sofa and excitedly gave them a rundown of the few days she had spent with the Martin’s, not going into explicit detail about the things she and Josh had done over night but making no secret of the fact that they stayed in a luxury hotel together. She told them all about the fun of setting up the hall on Christmas Eve, the party itself and her unexpected night out in the big city then showed them her haul of Christmas presents, prizes from the party and goodies from her date with Josh.

“Sounds like quite a memorable Christmas!” her mum, Penny, chuckled. “You know Grandma will want to hear all about it! All the gory details!” She winked and Amelia giggled before scampering off upstairs to collect the rest of her clothes and belongings that she had not taken with her to the hotel.

“Oh, before you go,” Laura smiled when she came back down, gesturing to the pile of clothes which was now in the corner of the living room, having been moved off the sofa, “if you’ve got time, that is?” she glanced over at Amelia’s parents on the sofa who nodded to assure her that there was no hurry, “Would you mind having a look through Sammie’s clothes and seeing if there’s anything you want?”

“Sure!” Amelia went over to the pile and started to carefully sort through, pulling out a few cute tops and dresses. “Can I keep the dress I wore last night?” she asked.

“Yes, of course!” Laura smiled. “We’ll be dealing with her toys and other things over the next few days,” she explained, “but we’re not quite ready with those yet. We just want to make room in the kids’ bedroom for their own stuff.” she explained to the parents on the sofa who nodded their understanding. They were just finishing up their coffees when Amelia declared that she was finished. And came over with an armful of clothes that Laura went to find a bag for. Once everything was packed and her parents were waiting by the door to take her home, she ran to hug everyone in turn, thanking Laura for all that she had done and hugging her warmly but saving her last and longest hug for Josh who she also kissed with unashamed passion.

“We’ll make another date soon, yeah?” She looked up at him imploringly.

“Yes, of course!” he smiled, stroking her hair and the side of her face then kissing her again. “But go on now, your parents will be starting to forget what you look like!” Giggling, Amelia ran to the door, stopped and waved again, thanking everyone again, then followed her parents out to the car.

Once the table was cleared, Josh invited Ryan to choose which version of Monopoly they should play that night and he opted for “Ghostbusters”, themed around the spin-off Netflix series starring Ernie Hudson who, Laura often commented, had no business looking so good at his age, as Winston with his international network of spook-chasing teams. Nobody wanted to be late to bed that night and Laura could not deny that it felt nice to have her husband all to herself for a change!

The next day, Thursday, they took Erin and Ryan shopping for new clothes, curtains for their bedroom and any other bits and pieces they needed to make themselves truly feel at home. After a lunch of fast food, which everyone enjoyed but all observing that no other meat really lived up to Girl and discussing how it was no wonder that many ancient cultures told stories about people who became addicted to human flesh, having first tasted it out of desperation or being tricked into it. Laura promised to get Girl burgers and sausages for the Sidney party which Erin seemed very pleased about. They chatted quite openly about how much they were all looking forward to eating Ella and Lydia, as casually as if they were discussing a trip to the zoo. Then, of course, there was the girl that Amelia had won at the fair who only Josh had met but the others had seen in photographs. They would get to enjoy her meat in February then Amelia herself in May. All in all, there really was a lot to look forward to in the first half of the coming year!

Back at the house, they spent a few hours rearranging furniture, putting up the new curtains and generally changing anything the siblings wanted changing in their bedroom. By the time they were finished, it barely looked like Samantha’s room any more which both parents actually found comforting. It made her absence less apparent. It wasn’t her room that she wasn’t in any more, it was very much Ryan and Erin’s room, which was how it should be!

Friday morning, a thick cardboard packet like the ones books are often shipped in arrived.

“That will be the invites and cards!” Laura grinned and it landed with a heavy thud onto the door mat. “Why don’t you pop over and see if the girls are home?” she suggested to Erin and Ryan who were sat at the kitchen table with her helping her make pizza dough for the evening. “Then we can do an unboxing together!”

“I’ll go!” Erin declared quickly, standing up and wiping her hands on her apron.

“I don’t mind coming too?” Ryan offered but his sister assured him in an only slightly withering tone that she was perfectly capable of making it across the road and back on her own. She quickly took off her apron and slipped on her coat, pausing to pick up the parcel and putting it safely on the window sill before opening the door so that it would not get bashed around or trodden on. Ryan quickly helped Laura cover the ingredients and get cleaned up while they waited for Erin to come back, hopefully with the girls from across the road. Josh had gone into work that day but mostly to discuss the options for parental leave with the HR team, since they had recently taken in the two foster-children on a basis that was intended to be permanent. He knew that adoption came with the same allowance of paternity leave as a new baby but he wasn’t sure where he stood as a foster-parent and he also needed to be sure how much paid time he could take, since surviving on Laura’s part-time income alone would not be viable for the family, especially as the number of dependant children in their household had doubled!

Less than ten minutes after she had left, Erin was back with Lydia and Ella in tow, the sisters having hastily thrown on the first clothes they had worn since getting home on Tuesday before coming out.

“Hi girls!” Laura smiled. “I know you’re not officially coming over until three but I thought you’d want to see these as soon as they came in? If you’ve got time now, we can address them together and get them sent out?” She invited them over to the dining table and set the heavy slab of a parcel down. The sisters excitedly climbed onto the closest chairs and the family sat around them, excited to watch their reactions. It was Lydia who actually tore out the perforated strip to unseal the packet and they unfolded it together. Like their order for Samantha’s party, each separate product was wrapped in its own brown paper parcel. “I ordered twenty five of everything.” Laura explained as the girls took a packet each and began to carefully tear them open. “Apart from the envelopes, there’s fifty of those.”

Carefully, not wanting to risk tearing what was inside, the girls opened their packets, finding that they both contained one of the souvenir art cards Laura had decided to create.

“Oh yeah!” she grinned when they looked a little puzzled. “Those are for people to take home from the party, like the pictures of Sammie you all got in the stockings! Hope you don’t mind?”

“Oh no!” Ella assured her. “That’s an awesome idea! And you chose such pretty pictures too!” While Laura smiled proudly and her two new children watching with interest, the sisters set the cards carefully aside and reached for another pack each. This time, Ella opened another set of souvenir cards but Lydia got the invitations themselves.

“Oh wow!” she enthused, passing one to her sister for inspection. “These are so cool! Thank you so much!”

“Genuinely my pleasure!” Laura grinned.

“It really looks like we were wearing the hats and boots!” Ella exclaimed.

“Yeah, you’ve both borrowed my feet!” Erin explained with a giggle before explaining how she had posed for Laura, leaning on her brother to try to copy their stances as near to exactly as possible. “I’ll show you those photos later if you like?” she promised.

The excited young meat-girls reached for the final two of the thinner packs and unwrapped the remaining art cards then, while Ella started to sort them into piles, Lydia opened the thicker package which contained the envelopes. They both gushed over the glittery pink envelopes which they agreed with Laura were “very Sidney’s”!

“Did you decide who you wanted to invite?” Laura asked. “We can get the invitations sent out this morning to give them plenty of time to arrive. I’m going to send digital ones to everyone from the party too,” she explained, “so that they can save the date, but there’s something special about getting a physical card in the post. Especially one with such a nice picture on it!” The sister giggled.

“Yes!” Ella took out her phone. “I got their addresses by saying I wanted to send them something but didn’t say what!” She gave Laura the details of her two requested guests and Lydia did the same. Since these were girls that she had no connection to what so ever, who did not even go to the same school as her own children, Laura thought it best not to email them but to just let the invitations from the sisters arrive in the post, which is made it even more important that they get sent out quickly!

“Maybe ask them to keep next Saturday afternoon and night free?” Laura suggested. “Tell them they’ll find out why in a couple of days, but it’s important that their parents don’t make other plans.” The sisters thought this was a sensible idea and Ryan and Erin were assigned the task of sorting the rest of the art cards and putting the resulting twenty sets into envelopes while Laura worked with Lydia and Ella to get the invitations ready to send, the girls writing the names on and signing the cards themselves in gold marker-pen while Laura addressed the envelopes. “There we go!” she declared proudly a few minutes later. “All done! I’ll pop stamps on these and we’ll get them sent out this morning. I’ll let you two get back to your mum for a bit and we’ll see you this afternoon, okay?” The sisters nodded enthusiastically. “Did you still want to sleep over?”

“Yes please!” Ella nodded. “If that’s okay?”

“Of course it is!” Laura beamed. “It will be our pleasure!” Erin got up to see her friends to the door and wave them off then, happy that she had the sisters approval, Laura went to her computer to send the digital version of the invitation to all the other girls who had been at the party – Willow, Nadine, Rachel and, of course, Amelia. She worried that little Rosie might feel a little left out but, at not even three years old, she would not really have been a good fit with the rest of the girls and she was sure that her parents would be able to explain that it was a party of big girls and that there would be plenty she could go to once she was older. She did wonder if Rachel, who was the oldest invitee by nearly five years, would actually want to come but felt that it should be her choice.

Once the emails were sent, Laura got her trusty notepad out and jotted down all the names, including the four that the girls had given her just now. If everyone accepted their invitations, including Lydia and Ella themselves, as well as Erin of course, there would be eleven girls at the party which seemed like a good number considering they would just be holding the party in the house rather than booking a hall or anything, and should be perfectly manageable for three adults, potentially four if Josh stayed but she had not really discussed his plans with him yet. Before she could close her computer down and go back to the kitchen to finish the pizza dough, a reply arrived from her brother, accepting the invitation on Willow’s behalf and offering an invitation of their own for Ryan to go spend that night at theirs for a boy’s night with Merlin, an offer she felt sure her son would be keen to take up!

Back in the kitchen, the three of them finished making the dough and put it in the fridge. Assembling the pizzas themselves would be an activity for everyone to join in with later, like when Amelia had first stayed over. It was a fun and practical activity that Laura knew from experience children tended to enjoy and it gave them a sense of achievement and ownership over the meal later. Once that was done, she declared that it was time to go to the local shops to buy the rest of the ingredients, taking the sparkly pink envelopes with them to post on the way.

When they got back from the supermarket, with everything they needed for the evening as well as some muffins to toast for lunch, Josh was back from work. Both children ran to hug him with Erin giving him a sweet and basically innocent but somewhat lingering kiss on the lips. Laura kissed him on the cheek as she went to put the shopping bags down on the kitchen table.

“So?” she smiled. “What did they say?”

“I can have the rest of the time off until you go back to school,” Josh smiled, “then one week paid every month for the next six months, on top of my standard holiday allowance.”

“That’s great!” Laura beamed and the children looked very happy, knowing that their new dad would be around a lot while they got settled into their new home. As everyone unpacked the groceries together, they discussed some practical matters, such as whether they wanted their bedroom painted or were happy with it as it was and whether they were happy to continue sharing Samantha’s standard double bed or if they wanted twin or bunk beds. Since it was promised that they would be getting their own rooms by the end of the Summer holidays, they assured their parents that they were happy to share for the time being and that they had always shared a bed when they lived with their Grandma so it was something they were used to. Besides, as Erin pointed out, it was more practical for when they had friends to stay, like Lydia and Ella would be that night.

This led onto a discussion about the Sidney party and the sleeping arrangements for that. Since they already had the blow-up mattresses and sleeping bags from Christmas, it seemed like the best idea to clear space in the living room and putting them down there. Having forgotten to mention it earlier, Laura told Ryan about the invitation to spend that night at Merlin’s house and, just as she had expected, he accepted readily. While getting to hang out in a room full of naked girls was not without its appeal for the pre-teen boy, they were still girls and would want to do girly things and, while he got on perfectly fine with his sister and other girls on an individual basis, being the only boy among a large group of girls was an intimidating prospect and he would much rather go do boy-stuff with his new cousin.

“What about you?” Laura asked Josh. “I’m sure you’d be welcome to go hang out with the boys too. My Mum’s coming to help chaperone the party and Miranda too. Up to you of course.” Unlike in many relationships, Josh knew that when his wife told him something was up to him, it was not a trap but genuinely leaving it in his hands. He had been assuming that he would be there to help with the party but if the other two women were coming then he probably would be surplus to requirements. Plus, four of the guests would be young girls he had never met before and he wanted them to feel relaxed enough to join Lydia and Ella in getting naked if they wanted to, since he was sure that’s how Erin, Amelia and Willow would be, and they may not feel comfortable with an unfamiliar man around, not to mention what their parents might think.

“You know, that’s probably not a bad idea.” he agreed. “If you think you can cope okay?”

“I’m sure we’ll manage!” Laura chuckled. “And don’t worry,” she tapped him on the nose, “I’ll make sure there’s a few group photographs for you to enjoy so you don’t miss out!” Josh blushed a little and wondered if Amelia would be upset that he was not there, but when he reflected on the matter a little further, he realised that it was probably for the best and that she would join in with and enjoy the party more if he was not there as a distraction. He would, he promised himself, do something nice with her in the week to make up for it since neither his wife nor his new children seemed to get jealous or possessive about the time he spent with her, presumably because they were very aware of the relationship’s built-in end date.

Checking the special party RSVP email, Laura found two more replies confirming that Nadine and Rachel would both be coming. Having the teen there would definitely make Willow happy, she thought, as the two had seemed to really hit it off at the party despite their age gap. That only left Amelia, who had pretty much already confirmed her attendance and was probably too busy catching up with her parents who she hadn’t seen since before Christmas to bother about things like checking her emails and, of course, the four friends Ella and Lydia had invited who they were communicating directly with. On the list in her note-pad she ticked off the names and started to think about what else she would need to arrange.

The party just so happened to fall on Twelfth Night so it seemed perfectly reasonable to leave their Christmas decorations up until then, taking them down the next day once everybody had gone home, but they should probably have some dedicated decorations for the party too. She made a note to look for pink, white and silver balloons and to see what else the party store had that was pink and sparkly. That afternoon and evening, she decided, would be a perfect opportunity to chat with the girls about the kinds of games and activities they wanted at their party.

The family had lunch at the smaller kitchen table then spent the next hour or so doing some of the basic housework together that had been rather neglected with everything else that was going on. With Erin and Amelia both having taken what they wanted, Laura got the rest of Samantha’s clothes bagged up ready to donate and put them in the garage for the time being to get them out of the way. There was still a lot of her stuff to go through but really no hurry to get it sorted. It was out of the bedroom so Erin and Ryan had space for their own things and that was what mattered. At half past two, they all went upstairs to change into some slightly nicer clothes ready for their guests and by ten to three they were back in the living room and trying to get through that slightly awkward stage everyone experiences in the time between being ready for guests and them actually arriving!

“Do you think they’ll show up naked?” Erin asked with a giggle.

“I wouldn’t put it past them!” chuckled Ryan. Laura reminded them that they had managed to put clothes on to come and see the invitations earlier and they would probably think it polite to put on nice clothes since they were coming over to someone else’s house for dinner but she wasn’t holding her breath about them wearing their pyjamas later, if they even bothered to bring them and, although she did not say so out loud, she was fairly sure that all the girls’ clothes would be off long before bed-time, and the chances of Ryan joining them were fifty-fifty.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang and both sibling ran to answer it, finding Lydia and Ella on the doorstep dressed in casual but nice clothes and light makeup as if they had made an effort without going as fancy as for the Christmas party. Lydia had small kit-bag over her shoulder, the kind that someone her age might take swimming, presumably holding overnight essential for both of them, while Ella was clutching a bottle of wine. The four children exchanged hugs and kisses on the doorstep then the young hosts ushered the girls inside.

“This is for you.” Ella smiled, holding out the bottle to Laura. “To say thank you for having us.”

“Oh that’s very sweet of you!” Laura smiled. “Thank you!” She took the offered gift and put it in the fridge next to the bottle Amelia and Josh had brought back from their night at the Roebuck International. “We got the invitations posted,” she informed then happily, “and we’ve already had responses to nearly all the emails. Did you warn your friends to save the date?”

“Yes!” Lydia grinned. “And they’ve all promised to, but they’re intrigued because we won’t tell them why!”

“Always fun to keep a little mystery!” Laura grinned. “They should get their invites tomorrow or Monday so they won’t be in suspense for too long! What have you two been up to today?”

“We’ve been helping Mummy go through our things.” Ella explained brightly. “Working out what she wants to keep, what’s worth trying to sell and what can be given away or donated.” She did not sound at all upset as she described what effectively amounted to winding down and wrapping up their lives, knowing that they would be coming to an end in just over two weeks. “We’ve kept some clothes and stuff out and the stuff we use or play with all the time,” she continued, “but most of it is packed up now.”

“That’s very sensible!” Laura nodded. “I rather wish I’d thought to do that with Sammie, but there just seemed to be so much going on, what with organising the party and everything, so we never really got around to it.”

“Mummy says that’s the handy things about us being cooked at Sidney’s!” Lydia giggled. “All she has to do is drop us off on the big day and they handle the rest!”

“That’s a definite advantage!” laughed Laura. “Any idea what she’s going to spend the money on?” She hoped this was not an indelicate question.

“She’s always wanted to take up pottery.” Lydia replied, clearly not in the least offended. “So she’s going to get herself a wheel and a kiln and turn our bedroom into a sort of studio.”

“Ooh that sounds good!” Laura smiled. “I’ll look forward to seeing that! But speaking of bedrooms,” she turned to her children with a grin, “these two have been working hard on getting their room set up how they want. Why don’t you take the girls upstairs and show them?” she suggested to Ryan and Erin who excitedly agreed.

“Such sweethearts, those two!” Josh observed as the sisters from across the road followed his own children up the stairs.

“Aren’t they just?” Laura smiled warmly. “I’d say it seems like a pity if I didn’t know how excited they were to get eaten, just like our Sammie!”

“There seems to be a lot of it about!” Josh chuckled, putting an arm around his wife’s waist and kissing her. “I guess it’s lucky for me that Sidney wasn’t born ten or fifteen years earlier!”

“Oh?” Laura looked a little puzzled. “Why’s that?”

“Because then you’d have been just the right age to follow her and I might never have got to meet you!” He kissed her again. “Or had the chance to make our delicious little girl with you!” Laura giggled and tapped him on the nose before pulling him in for another kiss.

“I don’t know how I’d have felt back then, honestly…” Laura observed as they set up the kitchen table with baking trays, chopping boards, knives, flour to keep the dough from sticking and the various ingredients from the supermarket. “Of course it wasn’t really something anyone ever talked about back then, other than the occasional joke of course, so I never had to give it much thought! I do admit ‘though,” she smiled a little naughtily, “it did feel good when Sammie said I still looked delicious!”

“Of course you do!” Josh gave her denim-clad rump a playful squeeze. “Of course you’ve committed yourself now to waiting at least another seven years! Even if Erin ends up roasting in five, you have to wait until Ryan turns eighteen!”

“Damn! I’ll be forty by then!” she chuckled. “Maybe I should ask Erin to wait another couple of years and we can have a big party with roast daughter and mum stew?”

“Well the hall does have a spit and a pot outside!” Josh reminded his wife with a chuckle. “But you are just kidding around, right?”

“Maybe I am and maybe I’m not?” Laura teased, wiggling her backside provocatively. “You’ll have to wait and see, won’t you?”

“But who would look after me if you got eaten?” Josh whined in a silly, baby voice. “You know I can’t cope on my own!”

“Well,” Laura turned and put her arms around his neck, looking lovingly but with amusement into his eyes, “Amelia will be long digested by then, of course,” she giggled, “but I’m sure we can find some nice, sensible young lady to keep an eye on you and see to your needs!”

“You’re really considering this, aren’t you?” Josh exclaimed, putting his hands on Laura’s hips. “I can see it on your face! You’re actually imagining you and our new daughter cooking together!”

“Can you honestly tell me you’re not?” Laura giggled. “But anyway, like you said, it’s another seven years until I’m eligible and five or six for Erin. Chances are she’ll have changed her mind by then! She wants to roast now, of course, because that’s what all the cool kids are doing,” she giggled again, “but five years is a long time, especially at her age, and there’s every chance she’ll find a different path by then.”

“Hmm, you might be right!” Josh leaned forward and kissed her lovingly, although as she pressed herself to him, Laura could feel the bulge in the front of his trousers which made it clear that he was not entirely opposed to the idea she had described! Would she really do it if she had the opportunity? She wondered. Could she? Climb naked into a big pot in front of a bunch of friends and family and slowly boil for them while her daughter, would would be a teenager by then, more or less full grown into a lovely young woman, turned on a spit a few feet away? She could not deny how happy Samantha had looked going into the oven, and coming out too! Laura had feared that the pain of cooking alive would be distressing for her young daughter but it was abundantly clear that she had died with a blissful smile on her face.

Perhaps, she decided, she would try joking about it with Erin, as she had with Samantha since she was little following her discovery of “Rosie the Christmas Turkey” and see how her new daughter reacted to the idea. There was a chance her new daughter would not even like the idea of cooking at the same time, might think that Laura was trying to steal her thunder. Still, now that the image was in her head, it was going to be a difficult one to shake.

“I guess we should call them down to make the pizzas?” Josh suggested, feeling the erotic tension in the moment and knowing that the only two choices open to them were to do something to alter the mood or just to fuck on the sofa to get it out of their systems and the latter felt rude while they had guests! They would have plenty of time that night, he was sure, while the children kept each other occupied!

“Good idea!” Laura kissed him again before going to the bottom of the stairs and calling up. The children came clattering down the stairs like a herd of stampeding wildebeest and Laura handed out aprons. In was not exactly the same as when she had made pizzas with Samantha and Amelia as she had also let them pick their own toppings whereas this time she, Ryan and Erin had picked out a mix of generic toppings for everyone to share but what also made this session fun and different was that everyone, parents included, would be making their own personal pizza to enjoy at dinner time. Laura cautioned against piling the toppings too high otherwise the pizzas risked being burned on top and cold in the middle but otherwise everyone was given free reign to add whatever they fancied from the selection on the table.

Everyone had a lot of fun and Laura was very pleased to see the way all four children cooperated together, passing each other things and cutting extra slices of whatever ingredient they were working with for the others. Once the pizzas were finished and the extra cheese sprinkled on top, they carefully placed them on the baking trays, two per tray, and carried them over to the fridge. Laura also planned on making a salad to go with the pizzas, which were relatively small, to bulk the meal out a little but she was happy to do that while the children played or watched a movie.

“So, what would you like to do now?” she asked, once the four youngsters had washed their hands and taken off their aprons and the table was cleared and wiped down.

“Can we watch something?” Erin asked. “Sam once told me you had a load of movies on discs and some of them weren’t available to stream. Can we have a look at those? See if there’s something fun we’ve not seen before?”

“Of course!” Laura grinned, leading them over to the TV unit and pulling out the bottom drawer which contained hundreds of Blu-Ray discs and DVDs which didn’t seem that old to her but which the children reacted to like that were antiques, relics of a lost civilisation discovered in some ancient ruin! Excitedly, all four fell to their knees and began to look through the selection of classic Disney movies and other cartoons, action flicks, comedies and musicals as well as box-sets of TV shows covering a wide variety of genres.

Quickly, they narrowed it down to a small pile then focussed on picking from this short-list.

“Can we watch this one?” Lydia asked, holding up a movie that came out six or seven years earlier but which was a continuation of a very silly horror parody from series from the early nineteen nineties. “It looks funny!”

“Revenge of the Killer Tomatoes?” Josh exclaimed with a chuckle. “Yup! Go right ahead! Just don’t get nightmares, okay?” Not used to physical media for movies or TV but knowing well enough how to operate a games console that ran vintage game discs, Ryan popped the disk into the console and the movie’s menu screen, dominated by a giant, snarling tomato with a mouth full of sharp teeth, loaded up. Using the controller, he set the movie going then the four of them snuggled on the sofa, pulling the quilt over them, to watch while Josh and Laura went to the kitchen to finish getting dinner ready.

“Must be pretty tricky to make convincingly scary monster movies these days.” Josh observed, cutting a tomato in half just as one of the mutant ones on screen was chewing up an old lady, getting her walking stick stuck in its teeth. “Getting gobbled up just isn’t the threat that it used to be!”

“On the other hand,” Laura reminded him, “actually being able to cook or chop bits off your pretty actresses makes special effects a lot easier, cheaper and much more convincing!” She thought of the recent horror remakes “Alligator” and “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre” which both used the promise of real death in the marketing. The only real controversy they either had generated from from animal welfare charities who complained that the real alligators used in the feeding scenes must have been kept hungry to assure that they would attack and eat the various young women and one little girl who were shown falling prey to them on demand.

The laughter coming from the living room made it clear that nobody was finding the giant, man-eating tomatoes too scary and they all cheered when the team of rag-tag heroes used their concentrated microwave blaster to make them explode messily, much to the frustration of their creator, Professor Gangreen, played by the brilliant John Astin who had been ninety-seven years old at the time of filming but performed with no less energy than when he had played Gomez Addams in the nineteen sixties!

When they judged that the movie was about twenty minutes from the end, Josh and Laura put the pizzas in the oven along with some garlic bread and began to set the table, putting out cola for the children and the bottle of wine that the sisters had gifted them for themselves.

“Mm something smells good!” Ella exclaimed as the credits of the movie began to roll. They all got up off the sofa and came over to the table.

“That movie was so funny!” Erin giggled. “Hope the killer tomatoes don’t see what we put on our pizzas or they might come for us!”

“Yeah that would be awkward!” Lydia agreed. “Imagine what you’d have to tell poor Willow? Sorry,” she quoted the imaginary conversation, “I know you were looking forward to eating Lydia and Ella but a giant tomato got to them first!” They all giggled at this idea as Josh brought the salad and garlic bread to the table and Laura began to pass around the pizzas, remembering pretty well who had made each one and only needing to ask for clarification once. Soon everyone was happily tucking in, enjoying the food even more because they had made it themselves.

“So,” Laura brought up the topic on her mind once everyone had got stuck into their meal, “what sort of things do people do at a Sidney party?” She knew, of course, that the entire premise of the party was a new one, based on a vague suggestion from her daughter, but she wanted to understand what expectations the guests of honour would have about games and activities.

“Twister would be fun if everyone’s naked!” Ella giggled.

“Yes, I can imagine that making the game a little more interesting!” chuckled Laura. “We do have that in the cupboard so that’s a definite!”

“There should be good food.” Lydia smiled. “Girl if possible, but I know that’s kinda expensive so don’t worry if you can’t do that. Maybe stuff that looks like body-parts like people have at Halloween parties sometimes?”

“Well I don’t think we can run to a whole girl,” Laura chuckled, “but I’m sure I can get some Girl burgers and sausages if that would do?” She excused herself from the table for a moment and retrieved her notebook which she flipped open to a clean page and began writing notes based on their conversation.

“Of course!” Lydia agreed happily.

“I’ll see what I can come up with.” Laura nodded. “Although I love the idea of Halloween party food too! Maybe I can see what I can get from the butcher and stick one or two real eyeballs in with the peeled lychees, make a game of it!” All the girls liked the sound of this idea.

“How about Guess the Rump!” Erin suggested with a giggle. “That could be a fun game!”

“I’m listening…” Laura nodded with a slight chuckle. “So how exactly do you play Guess the Rump?”

“Well,” Erin explained, warming to her subject. “One player kneels on the floor and puts on a blindfold then another player comes and stands in front of them and the player with the blindfold on has to guess who it is just by feeling their rump. If they guess right, then that player takes their place and has to guess the next rump and if they guess wrong then they have to guess another rump, then another until they get it right!”

“I see!” Laura chuckled, adding it to the list. “Does sound rather fun, I admit!”

“Of course,” Erin continued with a slight frown, “if anyone does show up in a bikini they’ll have to pull the bottoms down otherwise it would make the game too easy!”

“Good point!” Laura nodded, turning to the sisters. “Do you think any of your friends will be unhappy about going naked?” She could not think of anyone on their own short guest-list who would object to the dress code. It was possible that Nadine’s mum would insist she arrive in a swimsuit or leotard but, based on how the Christmas party had gone, she was reasonably confident that anything she did wear would be off within minutes. None of the other girls had shown any hint of shyness or modesty at the party and would likely think it ridiculous, bordering on insulting, to wear a Sidney cosplay that consisted of anything more than hat and boots! She couldn’t help wondering if they would all show up naked, presumably under cosy winter coats, or change when they arrived.

“Nah!” Ella smiled. “Becky and her family go to beaches where nobody wears swimsuits every Summer so she doesn’t care, and Sophie goes to a gymnastics club where they all shower together after every lesson so being naked around other girls is pretty normal to her.”

“Francesca should be fine.” Lydia explained. “She models for her mum’s art class in the nude sometimes. Not sure about Kelly. She’s got three brothers and her parents are kinda old so she might be a bit more shy.”

“Older brothers, I guess?” Josh asked, reaching for another piece of garlic bread.

“Yeah,” his young guest confirmed. “I think the oldest one is, like, thirty or something. She was an oops baby!” she added with a giggle. Something similar had occurred to Josh about Amelia, given the gap of at least eight years between her and her sister, potentially more, yet her parents did not seem to be much older than Laura and himself, forty years old at the absolute most, suggesting that Amelia’s sister had been born when they were very young, barely out of school in Penny’s case or perhaps even during her last year or so.

“Well there’s no pressure for anyone to wear any less than they’re comfortable with.” Laura smiled reassuringly. “Gram and I won’t be in our birthday suits either.”


To be continued...

>>29294
If the boys wind up attending the Sidney Party, what outfits would they wear?

>>29301
In "Turning Twelve and Tasty" Sarah's best friend who is a boy gets invited as an "honorary girl" so wears the same outfit. Further down the line, once MAXX is a thing, boys would probably spike their hair and wear trainers/sneakers but at this point they would dress like the girls, maybe with a speedo if they're shy!

>>29273
You'll be pleased to know I've fixed the "Sunday 4th May" issue! See below :D

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“Good news?” Josh asked, seeing the look of excited happiness on her face.

“Yeah!” She clasped her phone as if it were made of gold and precious jewels. “They’ve set a date for the Christening! Sunday, sixth of May!”

"Ah! It when it's out for revenge!" Josh chuckled.

"Revenge?" Amelia was puzzled. "What do you mean?"

“Well," Josh explained with a broad grin, "everyone knows the fourth of May is Star Wars day then, after that comes Revenge of the Sixth!"

“Star Wars Day?” Amelia asked, puzzled.

“You know!” Josh chuckled. “May the Fourth be with you?” Amelia rolled her eyes and slapped him playfully on the chest.

“Just think!” she told him dreamily, deciding that his silly dad-joke did not deserve the dignity of any further discussion. “On that day, you’ll get to watch me roast then get to to enjoy a slice or two of my juicy rump! I know you’re looking forward to that!”

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You also asked about "The Phantom of the Opera" - I've seen the West End show maybe four times? I forget exactly. But the version Samantha and Amelia watched is the 25th Anniversary production from the Royal Albert Hall which is available on Blu-Ray/DVD and sometimes streaming :D

The show Josh and Amelia go to see in this story is the sequel, "Love Never Dies". I am basing the production they see on the original concept album and how I would stage it if I was put in charge :D

There was more giggling and discussion about what kinds of games could be more fun in the nude, reflecting that it was a pity their suburban garden did not offer the same level of privacy as the high-hedged yard around the hall.

“I did spot something I thought might be fun when I was looking for a good link to share for the hats and boots!” Laura grinned. “Temporary tattoo meat-stamps. All A-grade, of course! You could inspect and grade each other’s meat. Does that sound good?”

“Ooh yes please, Mummy!” Erin exclaimed, surprising herself a little with the word but liking very much how it felt in her mouth. “That would be awesome! Can you get those, please?”

“Yeah!” Ella agreed. “That would be so cool!” It occurred to Laura that the girls did not seem to have stamps on their rumps like Samantha had, although she knew that these were not compulsory. It seemed unlikely that either of them, but Ella especially, would have declined if they had been offered but it could just be that it wasn’t a part of the normal process at Sidney’s. Although Lydia did not give even the slightest hint of being dissatisfied by her fate and seemed to be looking forward to the party as much as anyone, Laura got the distinct impression that it was the younger sister who had pushed for them to sign up and been something of a driving force behind the whole process.

“Okay!” Laura chuckled. “I’ll order those this evening, just in case they need to come from abroad or something. I didn’t actually check the shipping time on those while I was browsing. Hmm…” She pondered out loud. “I’d better let my brother know in case Willow asks him to draw another stamp on her like for the party!”

After that, the conversation drifted naturally onto other topics while everyone continued to enjoy their personalised pizzas. Josh was curious how many of Ella and Lydia’s friends knew that they would not be going back to school and why, and how they had taken the news. Ryan asked if the sisters had any plans for New Year which was only a couple of days away and this, in turn, prompted Erin to ask if they, as a family, had anything planned, to which Laura admitted that they did not. New Year had never been that big of a celebration in their household since Samantha had only just been coming up to the age where she would have been interested in, not to mention capable of staying up to see the New Year in but asked if there was anything particular they would like to do.

In answer to Ryan’s question, Lydia explained that they were going to Wales for a couple of nights to stay with relatives and celebrate with the fairly large extended family. She wasn’t sure, but she had heard rumours that one of her teenage cousins might be roasting at the party.

“Well I’m afraid we can’t provide that level of catering here!” Laura chuckled. “But I’m sure we can come up with something fun!” Once the pizzas were finished and the plates cleared away, Laura heated up a Christmas pudding in the microwave and served it with a choice of ice-cream, custard, thick whipped cream or any combination of the three people fancied.

“Can we take a bath together now?” Erin asked once second helpings of pudding had been consumed, leaving the serving dish empty. “Then maybe watch a movie in bed?” One of the things they had found when sorting through Samantha’s toys and other belongings was a projector that could be hooked up to a phone or other kind of media player to cast a movie onto the wall, along with a speaker bar that could also be plugged into it for maximum cinematic effect.

“All of you?” Laura asked with a slight frown, only for all four children to nod enthusiastically in response. “I mean… sure, if you want to, but it’s going to be a pretty tight squeeze? It’s a good size bath but it’s not like it’s a proper hot-tub or anything?”

“We know!” Erin replied breezily. “It will be fine!”

“Well okay.” Laura agreed with some hesitation but deciding the best course of action in this was care to let them try it. Either it they would all fit in somehow and enjoy their bath or they would find that they could not but would be more likely to accept it, having experimented and found out for themselves. The worst case scenario was that a bit of hot water and bubble-bath was wasted which honestly seemed like a small price to pay for the children’s happiness. “I’ll come and check on you in fifteen or twenty minutes.” Happily, the children headed off upstairs and Josh helped Laura clear the table and load the dishwasher.

“Sounds like quite the party!” Josh chuckled as he shared the last of the wine between their two glasses. “Seems like our Sam is going to be responsible for quite the legacy!”

“Indeed!” Laura grinned, knowing full well that, having experienced this one, Willow was sure to demand a Sidney party of her own when her time came and there was a good chance of Amelia wanting one too, plus there were the four girls she didn’t know who would be attending – who knew what kind of impact the celebrations might have on them too?

“If baths with each other and their friends is something they’re into,” Josh observed, casting his eyes generally upwards and clearly referring to their new children, “we might have to look at getting a bigger one put in when we get the bedrooms done, a corner one or something.”

“Good idea!” Laura nodded thoughtfully. “Even if they do all fit now, they won’t for much longer. Of course, it might be something they grow out of as they get older but most kids, I think, have hit the extreme modesty phase by their age?” She let the question hang for a moment but neither had a definitive answer. Samantha had been their first child and all their nieces and nephews were younger. Their daughter certainly had got a little more shy as she’d got older, but not incredibly so, and right around the time she was beginning to blossom into adolescence was when she had decided to roast and all modesty had gone completely out the window, as it apparently had with Ella and Lydia if what their mum said was true, which she had no reason to doubt. All this had left them with really only their own adolescent years to reflect upon which had been a rather long time ago in a very different world! “Even if it is,” she concluded after a few moments, “it would be a nice thing to have that we would enjoy too!”

They set the dishwasher running and finished their wine then Josh said he would set the projector up in the bedroom while she checked on the children in the bath.

As she approached the bathroom, a little nervous of what she might find, visions of grumpy or even injured children and more water on the bathroom floor than in the bath itself filling her mind, Laura was pleasantly surprised to hear the sound of happy chatting interspersed with the occasional giggle. She knocked gently on the door then pushed it open, the knock serving as a courtesy rather than a request as she knew none of the children were self-conscious about her seeing them in the nude!

Once again, she found Ryan at the taps end but with Ella on his lap while the two older girls had managed to squeeze in side by side at the other end, laying on their sides and angled towards each other, the lower half of their budding chests pressed together and surrounded by fluffy white bubbles. Ella appeared to be sliding back and forth on Ryan’s lap in a way that was probably meant to be discrete but left her in no doubt what was going on under the water and making her wonder whether Ella would be asking to get her cherry popped for real later that night. The word for what they were likely doing now had always amused Laura as it seemed like such an un-sexy word, sounding to her more like it should have something to do with cheese-making or farming rather than erotic pleasure!

“Well!” she chuckled as she came in and surveyed the scene. “This all looks very cosy!”

“I told you we’d fit!” Erin giggled.

“Indeed you did!” Laura laughed. “Well, it’s a good thing you’re all friends!”

“Is Daddy setting up the projector?” Erin asked sweetly.

“Yes, honey.” Laura smiled. “Any idea what you want to watch? I would suggest nothing too scary!”

“Is there something that’s kinda scary but kinda sexy too?” Ella asked cheekily, her eyes sparkling. Laura pondered for a moment. Normally it would never have occurred to her to recommend such movies to such a young audience but the one who was asking for them had basically two weeks left to live at the end of which she was going to be voluntarily roasted alive so the rules, under the circumstances, felt a little different!

“There’s a couple of Dracula movies that fit the bill!” she grinned. “I’ll get Josh to find them. Just promise me,” she addressed them all, “that if they’re too much, you’ll stop them and if you’re scared you can come get us, okay? You’re supposed to be having fun tonight so don’t lay there unhappy. They’re movies meant for adults so nobody is going to make fun of you if you don’t like them!” She left them to enjoy their bath and went to help Josh find the relevant movies. He had got the projector and speakers hooked up to an old tablet of Samantha’s, one she would no doubt have wanted replacing for Christmas if she had planned on surviving the day. Although nearly three years old, it was good enough to do the job and would be easy for the children to control. Luckily all three of the movies she had in mind were available on a streaming ap that was already on the tablet so Josh removed the parental controls and queued them up in a playlist.

“How long do you suppose they’ll be in the bath?” he asked.

“Hard to say.” Laura replied. “They seem to be happy enough for now but it is definitely a tight squeeze. I think the idea will prove more fun than the reality!” Josh nodded, remembering the time when Samantha and Amelia had both wanted to get in the bath with him but had found it too impractical to be much fun. Now, the bath that he and Amelia had enjoyed in their hotel room was another matter and would likely have accommodated all six of them if the occasion called for it!

Almost as if thinking of her had summoned her, Josh’s phone began to ring and he saw that it was Amelia. Wordlessly, he showed the screen to Laura, as if asking her permission to answer.

“Go on!” she teased. “Don’t leave your little girlfriend waiting!” She leant on the wall with her arms folded and an amused expression on her face as Josh sat on the edge of the bed to answer the video call.

“Hey there!” he smiled, blushing a little as he realised that Amelia had once again called him from the bath.

“Hi!” she giggled, noticing his slight embarrassment. “Missing me yet?”

“You know it!” he grinned. “So what can I do for you?”

“Well there’s all sorts of things you can do for me,” she teased, “but most of them don’t work over the phone!” His blush deepened and Laura had to put her hand to her mouth to stifle her giggles. “I’m actually calling because my Grandma has just surprised us all with an invitation to her place for New Year! Apparently she’s hired the same caterers who are going to be cooking me at the Christening and they’re brining along a girl to roast so I can see their process!”

“Oh wow, that sound cool!” Josh grinned. “Is the girl someone she knows?”

“I don’t think so.” Amelia gave a small, thoughtful frown. “Or maybe through one of her friends at Church, I don’t know. Anyway,” she grinned again, “I know this is short notice but, like I said, it was a surprise to all of us and there’s going to be a lot of food to go around so she said I should ask my boyfriend and his family! Those were her exact words!” she added with a giggle. “So, if you guys are free, it would be awesome if you could come over?”

“Funny, we were just talking about New Year before dinner!” Josh smiled. “Let me check with Laura. Here she is now, in fact!” He looked over at his wife as if she had just come in and had not been listening to their entire conversation. Thankfully, Laura decided to play along and came over to sit beside him on the bed.

“Check what with me?” she asked in a friendly tone before acting mildly surprised by the image on the screen of her daughter’s naked best friend in the bath, the bubbles doing nothing to hide her cute, budding little tits between which she was still wearing the silver rose pendant. “Oh, hello girls!” she chuckled. “And hello Amelia, too!” Amelia giggled. “So yeah,” Laura smiled, “what was it you wanted to check with me?”

“Amelia’s Grandma has invited us all to her New Year’s Eve party!” Josh explained with a smile, acting as if his wife had not already heard the entire conversation up to that point. “Apparently she’s hired the same caterers who are going to be cooking Amelia so she can see how everything works, but they’re bringing a girl with them to cook.”

“That sounds awesome!” Laura grinned, genuinely pleased. “And she’s really happy with all four of us coming?”

“She said the whole family!” Amelia smiled reassuringly, choosing, apparently, to miss out the part this time about Grandma referring to Josh as her boyfriend. “Her place isn’t too far away.” she continued, pre-empting Laura’s next question. “Maybe a thirty or forty minute drive from yours? Or you could probably stay over? I know some people will be.”

“Oh, well we wouldn’t want to impose.” Laura replied kindly. “I’m sure it will be fine for one or other of us to drive as long as we know.”

“Well I’ll ask her anyway.” Amelia promised. “She does have a pretty big house!” This matched Josh’s perception from his brief visit to her house that Amelia’s family had money. “Not short of a bob or two”, as his own Grandma would have said!

“Well please do thank her for us!” Laura beamed. “I’ll let the others know. Can you send us her address, please?”

“Sure!” Amelia grinned, happy to know that she would be seeing the New Year in with Josh, even if his wife and new children would there too. Not that she didn’t like them, of course, Erin and Ryan were her school friends as much as Samantha’s and Laura had always been really kind to her and had been responsible for a lot of the magical times she and Josh had spent together but that night in the city where she got to have him all to herself had felt like Heaven and she hoped that there would be a chance for another such date before too long.

“Well you enjoy the rest of your bath!” Josh grinned. “And we’ll see you there!”

“Thanks!” Amelia grinned then leaned forward conspiratorially, despite Laura still sitting beside Josh on the bed well within frame of the camera. “If you’ve been a very good boy, I might take some pictures for you when I get out!”

“To show me how dirty the water got?” Josh asked, cheekily playing dumb, making both of his significant others giggle. “Or to prove you rinsed the tub down once it was drained?”

“Ignore him!” Laura rolled her eyes. “I know he’ll look forward to getting those!” Amelia grinned and Josh suddenly felt very aware of the unspoken sisterhood which seemed to exist between his wife and lover, almost as if his entire relationship with Amelia was some kind of joke or prank that they had concocted between them. Well, he decided, if that was the case, it was a joke he was perfectly happy to be the butt of! They both blew kisses to the girl on the screen who returned them with a grin and a giggle then Josh ended the call. “Well,” Laura grinned, “you’d better go tell the kids!”

“Aren’t they still in the bath?” Josh queried. “Wouldn’t it be better if you went?”

“You were the one who was invited!” Laura reminded him cheekily. “We just get to tag along! Why?” She asked with a wry smile. “You feel like you’ve seen enough pre-teen tits for one day? You’re on some kind of ration?”

“Well, no…” Josh chuckled, blushing a little. “Maybe we should just wait until they get out and…”

“Oh for goodness sake!” Laura rolled her eyes again. “You really think there’s even a one percent chance of any of them wearing pyjamas tonight? Besides, you saw them all in the nuddy just a few days ago at the party anyway! Stop being silly and go tell them the good news!”

“Okay! Okay!” Josh put his hands up in submission and, chuckling, went to the bathroom. Like Laura he knocked on the door but unlike her he waited for an invitation before coming in. The sight that greeted him was not at all what he had expected although he realised he should not have been at all surprised. The only one still in the tub was Ella who was leaning on the side with her arms folded and looking rather pleased with herself. Ryan, who was sporting an admittedly impressive erection, was drying himself with a towel while Lydia and Erin were in the process of rubbing moisturiser all over each other, the sight of which, Josh reasoned, was more than enough to account for Ryan’s condition although he suspected that he had been in that state for most, if not all of the time he had been in the bath.

“Hope I’m not interrupting?” he chuckled. The older girls stopped what they were doing and turned to smile at him, Erin slipping into a hug from behind from Lydia. Ryan finished drying himself and wrapped the towel around his waist, apparently from habit as much as anything else, where it immediately tented comically and Ella smiled up at him from among what remained of the bubbles, sitting cross-legged in the tub with her arms folded on the side and her chin resting on her arms. “You know how we were talking about New Year earlier? Well we just got an invite from Amelia’s Grandma.” He paused to let the suspense and intrigue build a little. “Sounds like we’re getting to enjoy roast Girl on New Year’s Eve too!”

“Oh wow, cool!” Erin grinned but then frowned a little. “Wait… It’s not her Grandma roasting, right? Because, no disrespect, but I imagine she’d be kinda...chewy?”

“Oh goodness, no!” Josh laughed and noticed his children give a sigh of relief while their friends giggled. “No, no! She’s hired the same caterers they’re going to be using for the Christening and they’re bringing a girl with them to cook. I’m not sure how old she is,” he admitted, “but I’m reasonably confident she’ll be under seventy!” There was more giggling all round.

“Phew!” Erin exclaimed. “I mean, I know Sidney’s says every girl has the right to be delicious but a line does have to be drawn somewhere!”

“Yes, don’t worry!” Josh laughed, then remembered something. “Hey, did I show you guys all the pictures from when I took Sam and Amelia to that special Santa session for meat-girls?”

“I don’t think so.” Ella replied. “Only what was in the slide-show at Christmas. Sounds fun ‘though!”

“It was!” Josh agreed. “Well, remind me to show you later. There was a girl there. One of Santa’s elves, who we’d actually met before when she was, as she put it, pretending to be a lifeguard at the pool. You know? The one with all the water slides?” The children all nodded. The pool in question was a very popular local destination for family outings and had been at least since Josh and Laura had been children, although it had changed quite a lot in that time of course. “She’s going to be roasting for New Year too, up in Scotland! They call it Hogmanay up there,” he explained, “so she declared herself the Hogmanay Hog!” This provoked more giggles. “So, are you happy with that arrangement?” he asked his new children. “I guess we should have checked with you before accepting but…”

“It sounds awesome!” Ryan answered confidently for both of them. “It was really kind of Amelia’s Grandma to ask us!” Erin nodded her enthusiastic agreement.

“I guess that’s settled, then?” Josh smiled, clapping his hands together. “Looks like you’re finished with the bath?” he looked around and his eyes settled on Ella. “Except for you, apparently? Are you planning on letting your sister be the main course and you be the dessert?”

“No?” Ella looked cutely puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“Well apparently you’re trying to turn yourself into a giant prune!” he teased.

“No,” the nine year old giggled. “I’m getting out too.” She stood up in the bath and Josh had to admit she look spectacular, stood naked and beautiful, glistening as the water trickled from her firm, toned young body. She really did look like some kind of goddess or water nymph. “Hey, I need that now!” she tugged the towel from around Ryan’s waist with a giggle despite there being two more hanging fresh and untouched on the rack. The naked boy stood with a look of shocked confusion on his face as the young girl lightly patted herself dry then hugged him.

“Well anyway,” Josh smiled, “the projector’s all set up. “Did you bring pyjamas?” he asked the guests. “I’m sure we could…” but he trailed off when he saw the withering looks the girls gave him. “Well, the heating’s on!” he chuckled. “And I’m sure we can rustle up some hot chocolates if you’d like”? This suggestion was given a far more favourable reception and Josh watched in contented amusement as four cute, bare, freshly-washed bottoms ran past him on the way to the bedroom.

In the bedroom which no longer seemed like Samantha’s, Laura was waiting for her children and their guests.

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...

>>29304

> You'll be pleased to know I've fixed the "Sunday 4th May" issue! See below :D
Good to see you got your act together in the end. ;)=)

> ... how I would stage it if I was put in charge :D
I'm not that much into musicals ‒ and for sure not as much as you are. Nonetheless it was an interesting experience to read your staging.


>>29310

> The word for what they were likely doing now ... cheese-making or farming
I have no idea. Please brush up my english(-slang).


>>29311

> Killer Tomatoes movies ... there were two aside from the one they had already watched listed as available
Just to be a little bit of a smart ass: The series counts four parts in total ‒ so the streaming app comes short of one. ;)=)

>>29290

“Just let me know, okay? I’ll bring the invitations over when they’re printed and you can address like like Sammie did. Sound good?”
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Doubling: address like like Sammie
“Just let me know, okay? I’ll bring the invitations over when they’re printed and you can address like Sammie did. Sound good?”
​

>>29291

“Too back you can’t see much.”
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Wrong word(?): “Too backbad you
“Too bad you can’t see much.”

This pose too a little longer to achieve but the cooperative pair eventually managed to manoeuvrer themselves into the correct position with Ryan bending his knees a little to make him short enough for Erin’s arm to rest in the right place.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo: pose took a little
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo: managed to manoeuvrer themselves
This pose took a little longer to achieve but the cooperative pair eventually managed to manoeuvre themselves into the correct position with Ryan bending his knees a little to make him short enough for Erin’s arm to rest in the right place.

“But I also know you collect special dolls and I’m roasting in, like, five months and you’ve got to wait at least give years, maybe more, so she’s worth a lot more to you than she is to me!”
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo: at least givefive years, maybe
“But I also know you collect special dolls and I’m roasting in, like, five months and you’ve got to wait at least five years, maybe more, so she’s worth a lot more to you than she is to me!”


>>29294

The only real controversy they either had generated from from animal welfare charities who complained that the real alligators used in the feeding scenes must have been kept hungry to assure that they would attack and eat the various young women and one little girl who were shown falling prey to them on demand.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Doubling: generated from from animal
The only real controversy they either had generated from animal welfare charities who complained that the real alligators used in the feeding scenes must have been kept hungry to assure that they would attack and eat the various young women and one little girl who were shown falling prey to them on demand.

The laughter coming from the living room made it clear that nobody was finding the giant, man-eating tomatoes too scary and they all cheered when the team of rag-tag heroes used their concentrated microwave blaster to make them explode messily, much to the frustration of their creator, Professor Gangreen, played by the brilliant John Astin who had been ninety-seven years old at the time of filming but performed with no less energy than when he had played Gomez Addams in the nineteen sixties!
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ (Bio)Logical: Unless in the sidneyverse John Astin wasn't born on the March 30, 1930 he was only sixty-seven when the filming started on the June 22, 1987.
The laughter coming from the living room made it clear that nobody was finding the giant, man-eating tomatoes too scary and they all cheered when the team of rag-tag heroes used their concentrated microwave blaster to make them explode messily, much to the frustration of their creator, Professor Gangreen, played by the brilliant John Astin who had been sixty-seven years old at the time of filming but performed with no less energy than when he had played Gomez Addams in the nineteen sixties!
​

>>29310

Either it they would all fit in somehow and enjoy their bath or they would find that they could not but would be more likely to accept it, having experimented and found out for themselves.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo(?): Either itif they would
Either if they would all fit in somehow and enjoy their bath or they would find that they could not but would be more likely to accept it, having experimented and found out for themselves.


>>29311

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.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo: seconds but never the lessnevertheless she thought ‒ That's a tricky one, so FYI see below. :)
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 nevertheless she thought it sweet of them to humour him.

FYI:
https://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/nevertheless.html
https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/nevertheless
Also interesting: Gary Martin writes that ‘neverthemore’ died out in the 16th century. Nevertheless ;) Wiktionary lists a remarkable number of modern uses.
https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/neverthemore

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?
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Doubling: the way she she teased
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 teased him in the bath but was this really about to happen?

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!
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo: willy, which ... over all, was the ‒ I recently learned that nonrestrictive clauses with which need commas.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Wrong word(?): washad a respectable size ‒ Slang? Spoken versus written?
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Confusion: The sentence is waaaaaaay to long. It's a challenge to follow it through a whole paragraph. So I divided it a little bit.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Wrong word: the spit whichthat would soon ‒ While in BE (in opposite to AE) "which" is acceptable in restrictive clauses I'd like to recommend "that" to not confuse the readers in oversea. ;D This point can of course be skipped if you adopt my overhaul.
With eager young eyes watching them from both sides, Lydia continued to ride Ryan harder and harder. She tried 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 she would be riding later. It would soon force its way up through her cervix and into her uterus. It would pierce her womb like an unblown balloon and making its way through her meaty young body. The intruder would get 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!
​
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.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo(?): demanded of hishim, it was ‒ possessive pronoun versus object pronoun? Is it something like this confusion comming from mixing up "I" (subject pronoun) and "me" (object pronoun). They are commonly used in a wrong way that is tolerated when spoken but should be avoided when written.
Although Ryan had been able to perform as demanded of him, 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.

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.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo: little more thethan a foodfoot away, nestled
Ryan blushed a little and pretended not to hear the conversation despite only being little more than a foot away, nestled between the two sisters whose cherries he had popped along with his own not half an hour earlier.

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.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Confusion: Part of herErin felt as ‒ reference
Part of Erin 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.

“Well Ryan’s willy might be kinda sort this morning!” Erin giggled.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo: be kinda sortsore this morning!”
“Well Ryan’s willy might be kinda sore this morning!” Erin giggled.

The giggled together and both felt the significance of the bonding moment.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo: They giggled together
They giggled together and both felt the significance of the bonding moment.

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?”
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo: law says mother’smothers aren’t allowed
But the law says mothers aren’t allowed to cook if they have minor children, even if there’s not technically an upper age limit, right?”

>>29373
"Just to be a little bit of a smart ass: The series counts four parts in total ‒ so the streaming app comes short of one. ;)=)"

My dear boy, there are currently four movies, indeed, but this story takes place in 2034, eight years in our future!

You may notice that none of the movies in the current series have the title I mentioned?

Another movie is coming out this year and if successful, will hopefully lead to sequels! My intention was that the three on the streaming app are the 2026 requel and its follow-ups ;)

"I have no idea. Please brush up my english(-slang)."

Frottage lol

>>29378

> You may notice that none of the movies in the current series have the title I mentioned?
"Return ...", "Revenge ...", it's not important. "Name is sound and smoke" ("Name ist Schall und Rauch", Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust I, verse 3457) :p

Ok, ok, you got me once more. :D
Always this timeshifting ...

> Another movie is coming out this year ... the 2026 requel
You're refering to "Attack of the Killer Tomatoes: Organic Intelligence", don't you?
The first teaser (in our universe) was shown at the 2025 San Diego Comic-Con, which means that filming already took place.
So if the assumption in my comment in >>29377
> Unless in the sidneyverse John Astin wasn't born on the March 30, 1930
proves to be true, Astins age would be maximally ninety-five at the time of filming of this movie.
With ninety-seven he would have faced the camera for the "Revenge of the Killer Tomatoes" in 2027.
Hopefully I got the timeline straight this time ‒ and also my grammar (he would have faced). :)

BTW, Daniel James Roebuck, born at March 4, 1963, was part of the cast of "... Organic Intelligence".
Is he ‒ ahem ‒ will he be a (distant) relative of Sidney?


>>29379

> Frottage
Hmmm, I understand the sexual aspect (including the contrast to frotting), I understand the cheese production aspect and I understand the visual art aspect (old chinese technique, new discovered and further developed by surrealist artist Max Ernst in 1925).
But I don't get the farming aspect. The only connections to be found on DuckDuckGo and Startpage (other search engines are a no-go because of their demand of JS) were reports about the project "Urban Farming Education" of Avondale Middle School, (probably) Rochester Hills, MI, and a report about "Rubbing Farming and Harvesting technique" in a village in Nagaland, India ‒ not really enlightening. I'm afraid I need more input.

>>29383
There you go! You worked it out - he was 95 when filming "Organic Intelligence" and 97 when filming its hypothetical sequel, "Revenge of the Killer Tomatoes" which was the random movie the kids picked to watch on disc!

As for Frottage, I just think it's a funny word that SOUNDS like it should be to do with farming or cheesemaking! Nothing that deep ;)

>>29384

> Frottage ... SOUNDS like it should be to do with farming or cheesemaking!
It just sounds like? How disappointing. :p
Oh, wait, how does "Frottage" sound when you say it? Do you have a special accent? Is it an internal joke? Come on, share your farming secret ‒ even if it's not very deep! ;)

>>29386
I really do feel you're over-thinking this! I don't mean that it sounds like a particular agricultural word, just that it sounds like something that should be to do with farming, rather than a sex act :P

> it sounds like something that should be to do with farming
Aahhh, then I guess it's just something inside your head/brain/ears/imagination/whatever ...
May be a place where nobody ‒ exept you ‒ has ever been before and where nobody should ever go voluntarily. So I'll be patient and wait for what will come from there next ‒ hopefully another part of the turkey's year. ;D

>>29428
The inside of my head being a place that nobody should ever go voluntarily is a very apt description 🤣

Since they were both up and wide awake, Erin offered to help Laura make breakfast for the others. It was so nice, Laura thought, working in the kitchen with her daughter, almost like nothing had changed since Christmas. But, she told herself, stealing a sideways look at Erin as she stood mixing a big bowl of pancake batter with the electric whisk, she must not forget that Erin was not Samantha. While she may have taken her place, she was her own, unique person and must be treated as such. Still, there was no harm in enjoying the same activities with her new daughter that she had always enjoyed with her first!

“About time!” Laura teased as Josh came downstairs in his dressing gown and pyjama bottoms just as breakfast was about ready to serve, all laid out on the table like in the movies. “I thought we were going to have to eat this all ourselves!”

“That’s quite a spread!” Josh whistled, looking at the pancakes, waffles, yoghurt, fruit, bacon, sausages, hash browns and scrambled eggs set out on the table. “We expecting another thirty people over?”

“Maybe we did get a little carried away!” his wife admitted. “But we’re going to be out all day and eating out for so many of us can get expensive, especially with the other party coming up, so it makes sense to start the day as full as we can be!”

“Can’t argue with you there!” Josh chuckled, pouring himself a coffee and sitting down at the table. “Where’s the rest of the kids?” He looked suspiciously at the bacon and sausages on the table. “Hope you didn’t get too carried away! You know Willow would have you strung up!”

“No, no!” Laura assured him with a chuckle. “That’s just plain old pig-parts from the supermarket! At least, I assume it’s pig! You can never be too sure these days I suppose. You didn’t check on them before you came down?”

“It was so late,” he replied a little sheepishly, “I figured you’d all be up already and waiting for me.” Laura shook her head in amusement and patted him teasingly on the top of his head. She was just about to say that she would go wake them when they all heard the shower turn on upstairs.

“Well, someone’s up!” Erin observed, looking towards the stairs.

“Wait…” Laura chuckled. “You didn’t leave your poor brother alone with those two, did you? They’ll end up having him for breakfast, never mind all this!” She gestured at the table. “You’d better go check he’s okay and get everyone to hurry down. Don’t want this going cold, after all!”

Giggling, Erin scurried off, back up the stairs while Laura covered the hot food over with foil to keep it warm and poured out glasses of orange juice for everyone. Up in the bathroom, Erin found Ryan in the shower with both girls but fortunately, this time, the main focus seemed to be on getting each other clean. Although his respectable boyhood was hard, the skin on it looked red and slightly swollen, as did the plump lips of both girls’ fillets, and nobody seemed to be too interested in touching or being touched in these areas.

“Room for a little one?” Erin asked, slipping her robe off and opening the glass door of the shower cubicle which, having been designed for one, was quite the tight squeeze for the four of them but they got freshened up quickly, especially once Erin told them about the lavish breakfast awaiting them downstairs.

Less then ten minutes later, the three girls were sat at the table with Josh and Laura, naked and with damp hair but at least properly washed, dried and dusted with talcum powder, joined a few minutes after by Ryan who had insisted on ducking back into the bedroom to get dressed first.

Talk over breakfast was mostly about the upcoming party but, as they all happily stuffed their faces, Josh turned the conversation around to the options for the day’s outing which he had narrowed down to the zoo, a castle with several interactive experiences built in as well as the historical building, or a couple of the big museums in town. All the possibilities had their appeal but eventually they all agreed on the castle and Laura sent the girls and her husband upstairs to get dressed while her new son, who was already in suitable clothing for the day, helped her clear up the breakfast things and load the dish washer. Finally it was Laura’s turn for a quick shower and to get dressed which she did while Josh and the children put together a bag of snacks and drinks for in the car.

The outing was a great success and by the time the Martins dropped Ella and Lydia back home to their mum that evening, everyone was tired but happy. At their own request, Ryan and Erin slept in their parents’ bed with them that night, wearing their matching Christmas pyjamas. Since the previous night had not been the most restful for either of them and the day’s activities had been very energetic, both children were out cold almost as soon as their heads hit the pillows, nestled together in the middle of the big bed like the Babes in the Wood. Snuggling either side of them, Josh cuddling Erin and Laura cuddling Ryan, the couple considered how blessed they were to have not only had the privileged of raising the most wonderful, big-hearted and not to mention delicious daughter they could have wished for in Samantha but also to now have these two sweet siblings to share their lives and hearts with.


Part Two – Happy New Year


New Year’s Eve arrived and Laura remembered the pictures that had been taken at Christmas with all the girls at the party lined up so that their bare behinds could be used to spell out “HAPPY NEW YEAR”, with little Rosie standing face-front at the end to provide the exclamation mark. Knowing that it was going to be a late night, she had left her husband and the children, sharing their own bed for now until the room that had been Samantha’s could get renovated to their tastes ahead of the more extensive remodelling project she had in mind for the whole upstairs, sleeping while she came downstairs to get on with her little editing project.

After making herself a coffee and switching on her computer, she trawled through all the photographs from Christmas Day and the following morning which had been taken by various members of the family at different times during the day but all on the one camera. Other guests had taken their own pictures, of course, and she had been sent some of them which she kept in a separate album but this was the contents of her own SD card that she intended to sort through in the New Year and put together an album celebrating Samantha’s last Christmas. It seemed to surreal to think that it had only been a week ago. So much seemed to have happened in that time, it felt like months since Christmas, the decorations still up in the living room providing the only reminder of how recent it really was.

She found the pictures she was looking for and flicked between them, looking for the one that had come out best. It seemed funny, thinking back, how reluctant her niece Nadine had been to join in and how hard the other girls had worked to persuade her to take her clothes off, if only temporarily. The nine year old had, in fact, not wanted to come to the party at all when she had first seen the invitation, fearing that she would also end up on the menu. Over the course of the day she had apparently had such a change of heart about the whole matter that apparently, on the way home, she had asked her parents if she could be next year’s turkey! Of course Christmas was still a very long way away, especially for someone her age, and she could easily change her mind, which was something the Laura would not judge her for at all, knowing how easy it was to get caught up in the excitement and vibe of the moment, especially with Lydia and Ella bragging about how they were getting eaten soon too, the same with Amelia, and the pretty teen Rachel who had been quite open about considering being roasted to celebrate her own Sweet Sixteen. Still, Laura had not been able to keep from giggling when her brother in law had told her about the conversation on the way home from the party.

She had intended just to use one of the photos and was looking through them to pick the best but, seeing how many there were and how well they had come out, she decided to do something a little different and stack three pictures on top of each other with captions. She hoped as she carefully cropped the chosen images and adjusted them to the same size, hoping that Rosie wouldn’t mind being cropped out of the first two.

Deciding on the picture she wanted to add the letting to, she carefully mapped the golden letters on, one per cheek, morphing them slightly so they really did look as if they were painted on the girls’ shapely rumps, then drew the tapered stick of the exclamation mark down Rosie’s tummy and put the dot over her cute, chubby little fillet, using the painted-on effect again, of course, to preserve the shape of her sweet, plump lips and slit.

On the top was a picture of the girls standing up, backs to the camera, of course, with their arms around each other’s shoulders and looking to the left. At the top of this one, in which, brush-stroke front text, she wrote “As we look back on 2034…” On the picture below, where the girls were in the same basic pose, she wrote “...and forward to 2035…” Then finally, at the top of the final picture, she added the words, “The Martin Family would like to wish you…” Then, of course, the decorated rumps of the girls, a picture where they were all bending forward and holding onto the spit, leaving very little at all to the imagination, spelled out the final message.

Grinning to herself, Laura saved the composite image as a single file and made a bulk email with the addresses of everyone who had been at the party. It was cheeky, certainly, reminding her of the seaside postcards she had giggled over when she was little, but she was sure everyone would find it either amusing or exciting, or perhaps a mixture of both! The picture of all the girls looking to the left with little Rosie facing front on the end was actually a really nice picture and she resolved to look for a suitable panoramic frame she could display it in if she printed it out.

They would be going to Amelia’s grandmother’s for the evening and to see in the new year but that was not until seven o’clock so they had the whole day ahead of them yet. Although she did not mind, she was the one to have encouraged the relationship in the first place after all, she had a strong feeling that Amelia would try to monopolise her husband’s attention at the party, treating him as her own plus-one. They were lovers, after all, with not only Laura’s blessing but her encouragement too. Amelia only had a few months left to live so was never going to have a real husband of her own and boys her own age or even slightly older would have no idea how to properly treat a young lady and love her like she deserved so, for the next few months at least, Laura was happy to share her husband with his little concubine and fully accepted that he would be her date for the party. Until then, however, he was her husband and father to their newly-adopted children and she wanted to make sure they enjoyed some nice, wholesome, family activity together before the evening.


To be continued...

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...

Despite the fact that it was nearly mid-day by the time they got home, Laura and Erin were amused to find Ryan and Josh still in their pyjamas, sat on the sofa playing a two-person video game which Ryan seemed to be a lot better at that Josh.

“Well at least they’re awake!” Erin giggled, setting the shopping bags down on the dining table as Laura went to kiss her husband and son. With a degree of visible reluctance but no actual complaint, the boys paused their game and turned to hear about the outing.

“We decided to get new outfits for tonight!” Laura grinned, holding up a bag from a chain known for nice quality but reasonably affordable clothes for men and women. “We won’t spoil the surprise until you get to see us in them later,” she teased, “but we decided it would be fun if we all matched so we found you two matching shirts. Here!” She passed one of the bags to them and, setting it down between them, the boys pulled out two shirts, still in their packets, in a deep, aqua-blue with a slightly metallic shimmer to the fabric. Although smart, these were definitely shirts for a party rather than work or formal occasion.

“Wow I love the colour!” Josh observed, carefully opening the packet and sliding his out so that he could see how it caught the light at different angles.

“I’ve always thought blue was the colour for New Year somehow.” Laura smiled. “Like red and green for Christmas and yellow for Easter. It’s one of those things that just...is! Did we get your size right, dear?” she asked Ryan. “Erin said she thought that was what you wore but she wasn’t entirely sure.”

“Well I’ve not had much new in a while.” Ryan observed. “But yeah, I think so! Want me to go try it on?”

“Good idea.” Laura smiled. “That way we’ve got time to swap it if we need to.” Of course she and Erin had enjoyed themselves trying on various different dresses at the shop before settling on the one they had chosen so they knew that theirs matched perfectly but Laura knew that buying clothes for someone who wasn’t there was always something of a gamble, especially when that someone was a growing boy like Ryan. “Oh but Ryan, honey…” She smiled apologetically, as if not wanting to be “that parent” but seeing no other choice. “Even if you don’t want to shower, just have a quick freshen up in the sink before putting the shirt on?”

“Don’t worry, mum! I promise!” Ryan smiled before running off up the stairs.

“Aaron rang while you were out, by the way.” Josh smiled to his wife as Erin collected up the other shopping bags and took them up to her parents’ bedroom so that she and Laura could help each other get ready later. “He said Rachel would love to come to the party and is really looking forward to it!”

“Oh good!” Laura beamed. “I know Willow will be pleased. She took quite a shine to her at Christmas! I was just worried that she might think she was too old to hang out with the younger girls!”

“She’s at that in-between age, I guess?” Josh shrugged, walking over to her. “Didn’t you go through that stage when you were in your teens? Where you want the world to see you as mature and grown-up but you still want to play with dolls or go splash about in the fountain with the other kids?” Laura nodded thoughtfully.

“I guess looking as mature as she does,” she observed carefully, referring to the teen’s very well-developed, very adult chest and generally womanly figure, “people treat her like she’s older a lot of the time so it will be fun for her to hang out with the younger ones.”

“Apparently the Sidney outfit is in the post!” Josh chuckled. “Wonder if she’s thought any more about her birthday party idea?”

“I’ve no doubt it will come up at the party!” Laura chuckled. “I’ll be sure to let you know!” She tapped him on the nose then kissed him. “Now, even if you don’t need to try your shirt on, you do need to go freshen up and get dressed! I’d like us to go for a walk in the woods as a family this afternoon, before it’s time to get ready for the party. I’ll make us a light picnic as Erin and I had breakfast out and it sounds like we’re going to be eating well tonight! Check in on Ryan while you’re up there and tell him to put on some sensible outdoor clothes.

Half an hour later, they were out in the fresh air, the temperature very mild for late December, a good thing for all the outdoor parties that would be happening that night. These were the woods that Josh and Laura had gone walking in when they were first together, and where they had brought Samantha in her push-chair and, as she got older, as a good place to run around and burn off energy. It was a nice feeling to be introducing their new children to this place that had always been so special to them. At the edge of the woods, on top of the small hill, was a bench that looked out over the town and a tree that was great for climbing! They sat together on the bench and shared their picnic then the children went to check out the natural climbing frame which was more better and more fun than any they had ever found in a park.

Once home, the children went for a quick shower together while Laura and Josh caught up with some of the housework then they quickly took it in turns, Laura first since her hair would take longer to dry, and it was time to get ready for the party. Erin was waiting in her bath robe in her parents’ bedroom when Laura came in and Laura started to help her dry and curl her hair while her own was still wrapped in a towel. A few minutes later, when Josh tried to come in, Laura thrust a bundle consisting of his shirt, smart black trousers, shoes, clean socks and underwear and his favourite aftershave at him and told him to go get ready in the kids’ room and that this room was “Girls Only!”

A little taken aback but deciding it was best to do as he was told, Josh trudged down the corridor and knocked on Ryan and Erin’s bedroom door which was stood slightly ajar. Ryan called him in and Josh was proud to see his new son looking very smart in his new shirt and trousers that matched his own. Sitting on the bed while Ryan combed his hair in the mirror on the wardrobe door, Josh quickly got dressed then asked to use the mirror so he could shave. Although Ryan was not yet old enough to need to shave himself, Josh gave him a splash of his aftershave anyway, remembering how proud and grown-up it had made him feel when his own dad did the same.

In the other bedroom, Erin had taken off her robe and hung it on the back of the door before helping her mum do her own hair in the same style. Laura rarely had an opportunity to dress up so it was a nice feeling.

“Planning on going to the party like that?” she teased her naked daughter as she stood up and took off her own robe, hanging it next to Erin’s on the back of the door.

“Think I should?” Erin gave a little twirl and posed. “It would get me noticed, for sure!”

“Hmm, maybe a bit chilly for that?” Laura teased. “Besides, we don’t want the caterers getting confused and sticking you on the barbecue by mistake! That would be an awkward one to have to explain to Social Services!” Erin giggled.

“Aww, guess you’re right!” she teased. “After all, don’t want to spoil our plans for Ryan’s eighteenth, do we?” She winked and her mum blushed a little, feeling a tingle between her legs the way she used to when boys at school would smile at her. Neither of them had mentioned that conversation to the other since that morning but it felt good to see that Erin still seemed to be up for it and was more or less talking about it as a done-deal. Of course there were years to go yet before it could be made a reality but having this secret plan between them felt like another bond that drew them closer together.

Quickly, the pair slipped on the new thong underwear they had bought so as not to spoil the lines of their dresses and the translucent black tights then they put on their matching, figure-hugging cocktail dresses, the same aqua-blue as the boys’ shirts, and helped to zip each other up at the back. Finally they put on their new, shiny black shoes with the slight heel and put on subtle but elegant makeup then, as a final touch, Laura sprayed a cloud of perfume that they both walked through.

Waiting for them at the foot of the stairs in their new shirts, Josh and Ryan both gasped as Erin and Laura came into view and walked down towards them.

“You look absolutely stunning!” Josh exclaimed. “Both of you!”

“Thank you!” Laura grinned. “I know I’m going to lose the competition tonight but I wanted to make sure you remembered who you’d be coming home to eventually!” Josh blushed a little but pulled her into a hug and kissed her then hugged Erin too, kissing her on the top of her head rather than her lips. “Besides,” Laura smiled, “from what you said, Amelia’s Grandma is pretty rich! We don’t want to show up looking like the poor relations, do we? Some charity-cases she invited out of pity?”

“I guess not!” Josh chuckled. “I guess we should be on our way!”

The house was a little way out of town, part of a street but one where the houses were very well spaced out and all huge, set in a very pretty, wooded area where Laura was sure she had heard a lot of wealthy celebrities like footballers, actors and famous authors lived. It certainly looked like part and they speculated together how Amerlia’s grandmother had got to be so wealthy, concluding that she was probably “old money”, or had at least married into it.

“Guess we don’t need to worry about parking!” Josh observed as they pulled onto the large gravel driveway where fifteen other cars were already parked with room for easily as many again. Not wanting to park next to some of them which looked like they might have cost as much as their house, Josh spotted the catering van and pulled in next to it. “Hope we’re not expected to use the tradesmen’s entrance!” he chuckled as they got out of the car and approached the front door which had a beautiful archway of pine and holly around it and an elegant Christmas wreath hanging on the door. Slightly nervously, they rang the bell then waited, hearing the first notes of “Auld Lang Syne” echoing though the hallway beyond – clearly, Josh thought to himself, this was a family who liked their seasonal doorbell chimes!

A few moments later, Amelia’s grandmother, Betty, answered the door looking elegantly beautiful in a long dress, the kind someone might wear to a fancy restaurant in, Laura was gratified to see, dark blue, and a white faux-fur stole around her shoulders that matched her hair which she wore up. Both parents could not help noticing the similarity she bore to the actress Meryl Streep as she welcome them effusively, kissing every member of the family on both cheeks and complimenting their outfits before ushering them inside.

“Do come in and get yourselves a drink!” She urged, then turned to Josh with a knowing smile. “There’s someone here who will be very happy indeed to see you!” They made their way into the large, high-ceilinged living room which was, of course, elegantly decorated with a Christmas tree easily equal to the kind normally found in a shopping centre in the corner. Several nicely-dressed people were stood around with drinks in their hands while members of the catering team mingled, offering canapes and other nibbles. The large French windows at the end opened out onto the patio and the garden beyond where even more guests seemed to be milling around.

“Do you think that’s a gift from the people of Norway?” Josh asked with a chuckle, accepting a glass of wine from the tray of a passing caterer and using it to gesture towards the Christmas tree but before anyone could answer there was a high-pitched squeal of excitement and Amelia came weaving her way through the other guests towards them, wearing her white Sidney boots and hat that she held on with one hand and she ran with a very pretty, figure-hugging red dress and black tights with silver flecks. Deftly, smiling with indulgent amusement, Laura removed the glass of wine from her husband’s hand and stood back as his young lover launched herself at him. Josh caught her as she wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his neck, supporting her with one hand on her rump and the other on her back as she kissed him deeply and with unashamed passion.

“Told you she’d be pleased to see you!” Betty chuckled once the pair came up for air and Amelia slid down to stand on the floor once again. “Why don’t you take your young man outside and introduce him to our piggy?” she suggested. Grinning, Amelia tugged on Josh’s hand, urging him to follow. Casting an apologetic look back at his family, he went with her as bidden. “She’s been babbling about seeing him all day!” Betty chuckled to Laura, smiling indulgently.

“He’s been very polite about it,” Laura giggled, “but I know he’s been excited too! It’s been, ooh, let me see…?” She pondered for a moment, looking up and moving her head from left to right, nodding slightly the way people do when they are counting but don’t have their fingers free for reference, “over three days since they’ve seen each other!” Both woman laughed and the children giggled. “Well, I guess that’s the last we’ll see of Daddy for the evening!” Laura informed the youngsters in clearly pretend tone of apology. “Guess both of these are mine now?” She held up both glasses of admittedly very good chilled white wine and clinked them together.

“Every cloud, eh?” Betty chuckled. “And tell me, who is this devilishly handsome young man and ravishing young lady?” She looked down with a warm, friendly smile that made the children take an instant liking to her. She was clearly not one of those rich people who like to show off and are super paranoid about their home and possessions. Not that they had any intention of doing so but they both formed the impression that, if they were to accidentally knock over and break a vase or ornament, even one worth hundreds of pounds, she was the kind of woman who would wave it off as “Just a thing!” and fetch the dustpan and brush so that nobody would hurt themselves on the pieces before offering them another drink or snack.

“This is Erin,” Laura introduced her daughter who smiled and gave a little wave, “and Ryan, our new family.” She smiled. “They’ve officially been in our care since Christmas Eve and we’ll be officially adopting them as soon as the statutory year is up.”

“Oh that’s wonderful!” she kissed them again as she had at the door before they had been properly introduced. “Well, I think we need to find you two some drinks! Come, let me introduce you to my husband. He’s minding the bar as he always does at our parties. He gets embarrassed trying to make small-talk you see,” she leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, “so he’s much happier if I give him a job! And,” she continued at normal volume, “he makes the most wonderful cocktails with no alcohol in them, or maybe just a splash if your mum doesn’t mind?” She looked questioningly at Laura who raised one of her glasses in a “go ahead!” gesture. Betty then took the two children by the hands and led them out through the French windows, leaving Laura alone with her wine. Emptying one in three big sips, she set it down on the tray of another passing caterer and wandered over to take a look at the very beautiful tree with its Victorian-style decorations, then at the family photographs that adorned the wall including one that was clearly Betty and her husband’s wedding day, some time in the early to mid 80s judging by the hairstyles. She had definitely been a very pretty young woman and had aged well as gracefully, as evidenced by the photographs of her and her husband with their children at various stages of their lives, as well as a few of just the two of them, and then with her first granddaughters, Amelia and her big sister who was presumably also at the party somewhere.

“Laura, right?” She turned to see a young woman with long, dark hair like Amelia’s but tied back in a ponytail, wearing glasses and a nice but practical-looking dress with an easy-access panel on the front for breast-feeding, holding a very small baby in a red onesie and a Christmas pudding hat cradled in her arms. Even if there wasn’t a photograph of her next to Amelia on the wall in front of her, it would have been easy to guess who she was. She smiled at her. “I’m Emma.” The young woman who Laura guessed to be around twenty-one or twenty-two. “I hear my little sister is fucking your husband?”

“That was quick!” Laura laughed. “We only just got here! Oh!” She chuckled. “You mean in a general sense. Yeah, she’s got him on extended lone, so to speak, until the Christening. But I wouldn’t put it past her to be having her wicked way with him right now.” She laughed again but without any hint of bitterness or irritation. Far from being jealous of the young meat-girl, she found the whole thing quite cute and more than a little exciting, but being able to tease her husband about it was definitely a bonus!

“I don’t think so.” Emma smiled. “Not yet, anyway!” She added with a giggle. “Last I saw they were out there chatting to tonight’s dinner!”

“Oh yes!” Laura nodded. “I’d better go and say hello myself. I assume it won’t be much longer before they put her over to coals?”

“I hope not!” Emma grinned. “She really does look delicious! Not as delicious as Amelia, of course,” she added dutifully, “but, well…”

“I hear your grandmother and hers know each other?” Laura asked, happy to be making conversation with this sweet young woman who seemed to either lack or to have grown out of her younger sister’s wildness.

“Yes, from Church.” Emma nodded. “Or one of the Church clubs, I’m not entirely sure. But she didn’t know that when she bought her. She just picked her from the selection the catering company offered and the next time she saw her friend, she mentioned that her granddaughter was being roasted on New Year’s Eve and Nana mentioned that she had ordered a spit-roast girl for her own party so they started comparing notes and they turned out to be talking about the same girl.”

“Small world, eh?” Laura chuckled. “Is she here tonight too?”

“No, she had other plans. But Nana promised to keep her a couple of slices!”

“Glad to hear it!” Laura grinned. “And this must be the little piglet whose Christening Amelia’s going to roast for, right?”

“That’s right!” Emma beamed down proudly at her infant daughter. “This is Cindy-Lou. We named her that because she was born so close to Christmas!” She giggled and Laura reached in to tickle the little cutie’s cheek. Little Cindy-Lou wiggled her nose a little and squirmed in her mother’s arms but did not wake up.

“She seems like a little angel!” Laura smiled warmly.

“She is when she’s asleep!” Emma chuckled. “Anyway, I was just going to take her upstairs and put her in the crib for a bit but I saw you and I wanted to come and say hello.”

“I’m glad you did.” Laura smiled. “It’s very nice to meet you and I’m sure we’ll chat more later.” Still holding her second glass of wine, this one barely touched since it was going to be a long night and she wanted to pace herself, especially as she was fairly sure she would be the one driving home later, she headed out into the garden in search of her husband and his pre-teen concubine.

“So, you decided not to wear the dress your Grandma gave you?” Josh teased as Amelia led him outside onto the patio.

“Do you really want my knee rather than my tongue on your bollocks tonight?” Amelia retorted, sticking her tongue out at him. “Maybe I should bequeath it to Erin and tell her to wear it for you since you seem to like it so much?” She teased. “Are you fucking her yet?”

“What?” Josh asked, genuinely shocked. “No!”

“Good!” Amelia stepped close and hugged him tightly, looking up at him with her chin on his chest. “I want to be the only other girl you make love with, other than Mrs Martin, of course, for the rest of my life! After that, you can do what you like with whoever you like!” Josh leaned down and kissed her lovingly.

“You don’t need to worry about that!” He assured her. “Now, didn’t you have a piggy to introduce me to?”

“Oh yeah!” Amelia grinned. “This way!” Beyond the mingling guests in the garden was the cooking area, set up by the same catering team that was serving the drinks and nibbles inside with a standing banner advertising their company.

“SB Catering” it read. “Serving you the finest meats since 1605!”

“Sixteen-oh-five?” Josh read with incredulity. “Am I missing something here?”

“It’s a joke!” Amelia gigged. “They were founded in Scotland and named after a legendary cannibal who was said to live in a cave by the sea near Edinburgh!”

“I see!” Josh chuckled. The area was buzzing with activity as the caterers in their smart black uniforms were busy wiping down and oiling up various pieces of equipment including a long, very sharp-looking spit while others tended to the coals over which the flames of lighter fluid were still dancing, waiting for them to be ready to cook over. Beside the brick-edged roasting pit stood a pretty girl of about fourteen with pale skin and long, dark hair that was nearly black, or certainly looked so in the dim light of the solar-powered lamps and tikki torches which illuminated the garden, tied back in a pony tail. She was completely naked, of course, and from the way her toned, athletic young body glistened, it was clear she had already been oiled up ready to cook. She was chatting to two men and a woman who were clearly guests at the party but Amelia slipped her arm through Josh’s and marched him up to her, not exactly elbowing her way into the little huddle but making their presence awkwardly conspicuous until the others parted to allow them in.

“Hi again!” the meat-girl grinned. “Who’s this handsome fella? That boyfriend of yours your Grandma was talking about?”

“Yup! This is Josh!” Amelia declared proudly. “Josh, this is Candice. She’s our dinner tonight!” Instinctively, Josh held out his hand with a polite smile. The meat girl looked down at it then raised her own palms with an apologetic look on her face.

“Sorry!” She half smiled, half frowned, tilting her head to one side then looking at her own oily hands. “Please don’t think me rude, it’s just that I don’t want to get this all over you!”

“Oh right!” Josh chuckled, lowering his hand awkwardly. “Of course. Sorry! Anyway, nice to meet you.”

“I hope I’ll be nice meat!” Candice giggled. “Go on,” she urged, “take a proper look! It’s allowed since I’m a piggy and I’m sure your girlfriend won’t mind!”

“Yeah!” Amelia giggled. “Check out the menu properly!” she encouraged Josh, poking him playfully in the ribs. “Why don’t you give him a nice twirl like you gave me earlier?” She suggested to Candice who seemed happy to oblige, slowly turning in a circle, wiggling her hips as if she were hula-hooping in slow motion, allowing Josh to take in every inch of her delicious young body.

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She was a little taller than Amelia, which was to be expected, given that she was at least two years older than her, but not yet as tall as most of the adult women around. Her body was toned and athletic like a swimmer’s without quite crossing the line into being muscular. Her cute little tits were firm and well formed but barely a handful, jigging slightly as she moved, her nipples hard and perky, although that could well be from a mixture of excitement at her imminent cooking and the fact that she was standing naked and covered with oil outside on an evening which, although mild for the time of year, was still somewhat chilly. Either way, they looked incredibly appetising! Her belly was flat and taught but her fillet bellow was deliciously plump and her thighs were nice and thick. As she turned around, Josh was not surprised at all to see the large letter A in a circle of text stamped on her right buttock. Her rump was firm and round, curving out very appealingly. All in all, she seemed like an ideal spit-roaster.

“Wow!” Josh exclaimed. “You look...spectacular!”

“Thanks!” Candice giggled. “Hope I taste as good as I look!”

“Oh I’m sure you will!” Josh nodded.

“Mm you call it spectacular,” Amelia observed, “I call it goals! I promise you I’m going to get that A-grade before I roast!”

“Oh for sure you will!” Josh agreed, turning to her and letting his hand run down her back until it reached her rump then cupping it and pulling her into him so that she could feel his throbbing erection through his trousers. “The butcher said you were really close and we all know a good diet of girl-meat helps!” He leaned down to kiss her again.

“You’ve got a good one there!” Candice told Amelia with a grin. “Look after him, won’t you?”

“Oh I plan to!” Amelia grinned, grabbing the front of his shirt. “Now,” she looked up at Josh. “Do you want to get a drink or would you like to see the room I’m staying in?” She stood on tip-toes to whisper in his ear. “It’s got a lovely big bed and a handy lock on the door!”

“Well as your boyfriend,” Josh chuckled, grinning down at her, “I do feel like it’s my responsibility to make sure you’re being looked after properly! I’m sure they won’t be running out of wine any time soon, right?”

“Not a chance!” Amelia pressed herself into him again then grabbed his hand. “Come on! I’ll take you in through the kitchen so we won’t get teased too much!” The other party guests who had been standing around politely for the whole conversation chuckled warmly as the young girl dragged her lover back towards the house then resumed their conversation with the evening’s meat.

Since the drinks were being served out on the patio, there were no guests hanging out in the kitchen. Amelia pulled Josh through and out into the hallway then up the stairs. At the top, they ran into Emma, now empty-handed.

“Ah, this must be the famous boyfriend?” she grinned. “Have fun, just try not to wake Cindy-Lou! I’ve just put her down and it would be nice to have a bit of grown-up time, if only for a couple of hours.”

“We’ll be quiet, I promise!” Amelia grinned. “I’ll have Josh put his hand over my mouth if I get too loud!” Josh blushed and smiled awkwardly at the young woman who he guessed from her looks and the context must be Amelia’s sister, but before he could say anything, Amelia was tugging on his arm again and he managed an apologetic little wave as Emma, chuckling to herself and thinking about her conversation minutes earlier with Laura, headed back down the stairs to rejoin the party.

As soon as they were in the room, Amelia locked the door behind them and pushed josh down onto the unmade bed and straddled him, pressing her hands against his shoulders to hold him down and kissing him deeply.

“I’ve missed you so much!” she told him breathily, her face so still close to his that he could smell the fruity cocktail she had recently enjoyed on her breath.

“I’ve missed you too!” he told her truthfully as his hands explored her rump and legs. “I’ve been so looking forward to this!” He admitted, knowing or at least hoping that it would please her. “I want you so badly!”

“I want you too!” She told him, kissing him again then added. “I need you!” His hand started to work its way up her thigh and under her dress but she stopped him. “No!” she exclaimed as if realising something for the first time. “Wait!”

“What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned about her reaction and wondering what part of the situation he could possibly have misread.

“I’m wearing tights!” she reminded him. “And there’s really no sexy way to take those off! Wait here!” She ordered him, leaping off the bed and running over to the door. “I’ll be right back! Two minutes, tops!” And with that, she was gone, leaving Josh alone on the bed.

Not knowing quite what else to do and not wanting to start undressing just yet, partly because he had a feeling that Amelia would want to do it herself and also in no small part because the door was unlocked and he was in an unfamiliar house with dozens of strangers, any one of which could easily wander in looking for the bathroom or mistaking this for the bedroom where they had left their coat. The room was a fairly typical guest bedroom, other than being larger than his own bedroom at home, leading him to wonder just how large this house’s master bedroom must be, the furniture and décor inoffensively generic, not reflecting anyone’s particular personality. The jeans and T-shirt on the floor and the open suitcase on a chair by the wardrobe made it clear to him that it was Amelia who was staying there! He wondered what we might say if anyone walked in and asked what he was doing in the little girl’s bedroom but he supposed, as open-minded as their host and the rest of the family seemed to be, he was not likely to get any grief from their guests. It was still quite a relief, however, when Amelia returned, locking the door behind her. She seemed to be dressed just as she had been before, complete with Sidney hat and boots, except now her legs were bare and she was twirling her tights around on her finger by the elastic waistband.

“Now,” she grinned, standing at the end of the bed launching the tights at him so they hit him harmlessly in the face, “where were we?”


To be continued...

“I think,” Josh smiled shyly, looking at his beautiful young lover stood at the end of the bed, “you were talking about taking clothes off in a sexy way?”

“So I was!” Amelia grinned, taking off her had and not throwing it off to the side like he had expected but instead placing it carefully on the end of the bed. The dress did not seem to have a zip at the back, a fact proved when she slowly and deliberately hitched it up, slowing moving one side higher than the other in turn up her thighs until her thing underwear, white to match her dress and without any of the decoration her normal panties bore, was visible, the whiteness of the fabric contrasting appealingly with the pale olive skin around it. When it was past her hips, she grabbed hold of the bunched-up material and pulled it over her head, exposing her sweet little buds that Josh found so delectable to suck on. To his slight surprise, instead of pulling off the boots next, Amelia reached for her hat and put it back on.

“I’m going to leave the boots on,” she told him, wiggling her hips and she lowered her underwear revealing her smooth, plump, delicious fillet, “like a good meat-girl! I saw how you looked at Candice!” She grinned, her tone playful and teasing rather than accusatory. “Meat-girls get you hot, don’t they, Mr Martin?” She managed to yank the flimsy underwear, which was mostly elastic anyway, off over her boots then knelt on the bed and crawled towards him, reverting, Josh noticed, to his formal name despite having introduced him as Josh outside. It seemed to be something she liked to do, as if it were hotter for her to think of him as her friend’s dad rather than just a man. “Meat-girls get you so hard!” She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, massaging his throbbing erection through his underpants for a few seconds with both hands before yanking his trousers down to his ankles, closely followed by his underwear and starting to unbutton his shirt.

“It made you so hard thinking of Sam roasting, didn’t it!” It was a statement rather than a question. She pulled his new shirt open, carefully enough not to tear off any buttons, and ran her hands over his chest. “I bet you fucked her brains out the night before you cooked her!” Josh didn’t say anything but just took hold of her hips and licked his lips before she leaned down to kiss him. “Well I’m your meat-girl now!” she told him between kisses. “You’re gonna see me roast then you’re gonna eat my delicious, tender, juicy young meat! But for now,” she kissed him again, “you’re gonna fuck me so hard I’m gonna feel like your dick is gonna go all the way though me like the spit!” She lowered herself onto him, impaling herself on his rock-hard manhood, gripping it with her tight, pre-teen cunt then began to ride him passionately, aggressively.

Downstairs on the patio, Laura found her two children chatting to Betty’s husband behind the bar as he mixed their drinks, the hostess having wandered off to greet someone else or to make some other introductions.

“Here you go!” he grinned, sliding two champagne flutes filled with some orange drink with a hint or dark red rising like smoke from the bottom of the glass. “Enjoy!”

“Those look good!” Laura grinned, sipping her own glass of chilled wine. They turned to smile at her and the three of them clinked their glasses together, wishing each other “Cheers!”

“Any sign of your father?” Laura chuckled as they stepped back from the small outdoor bar to make room for others.

“No idea.” Erin shook her head. “Didn’t Amelia say she was going to introduce him to the meat-girl? Maybe they’re over by the spit?”

“I guess we could go take a look.” Laura suggested. “I’d quite like to meet his famous roaster myself! Or at least get a good look at her before she gets all crispy!” Erin giggled and slipped her free arm through her mum’s as they head out onto the lawn. Ryan was about to follow when he was distracted from a voice behind him.

“Hey, kid!” It was a female voice. Young-sounding but not another child, not quite an adult either. Curious but not especially assuming that they were talking to him, he paused and turned his head in the direction of the voice. “Yeah, you! Ron Weasley! Over here!” Although being called by that name irritated him, a taunt his red hair had earned him several times over the years, he was now in no doubt that he was being addressed. Looking around, he spotted a girl leaning against the small piece of wall beside the French Window in the corner of the patio. He guessed that she was around sixteen or seventeen years old and very top-heavy, dressed in a black halter-top dress that looked as if it could give way at any moment.

Her hair was jet black but in the flat, unnatural way that comes from dying it at home with a cheap kit and her lipstick and eyeliner were also black, as were her knee-length high-heeled boots, one of which was currently pressed against the wall, and the velvet choker around her neck. In one hand she was holding a Martini glass and with the other she waved to get his attention then beckoned him over.

“Um… Hi?” Ryan gulped, walking over to her with his drink in his hand, wiping the other on his trousers because he could feel his palm getting sweaty. “Can…” He was about to ask “Can I help you?” but stopped himself, worrying that it would come across as rude so said instead, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah!” The girl managed a quick smile. “Just checking, you like girls, right?” Ryan nodded mutely. “Good. You seen the meat-girl?” she asked with a wolfish grin. He nodded again. “Hot little spit-muffin isn’t she?” Again Ryan nodded then took a sip of his fruity, very mildly alcoholic hoping that it might help steady his nerves or at least stop his mouth from feeling so dry. “You don’t say a lot, do you?” the girl laughed only slightly scornfully. Ryan took another sip of his drink before answering.

“Sorry.” He smiled. “I just wasn’t sure what to say. Why did you want to see me?”

“Because I need a favour.” She looked around at the other party guests and rolled her eyes in disgust. “Everyone else here is like, gross and old! How old are you? Twelve? Thirteen?”

“Yeah.” Ryan lied, hoping that she wouldn’t push him further. Unfortunately his gamble did not pay off.

“So?” she asked, a little impatiently. “Which is it?”

“Um… actually,” Ryan admitted, “I’m eleven.” She girl exhaled disappointedly and gave a low whistle.

“Eleven’s better than forty!” she declared, more or less to herself. “You ever eaten a meat-girl before?” Ryan was about to nod but remembered her comment so gave a slightly expanded answer instead.

“Yeah!” He smiled, still a little awkwardly. “We ate my…” he thought for a second, “other sister at Christmas and our friends across the road at going for a private party at Sidney’s soon and we’ve been invited!”

“Good!” the girl seemed happy with this answer. “You looking forward to a taste of that one tonight?” She used her glass to indicate the meat-girl who Laura and Erin were now introducing themselves but this time did not wait for an answer. “It’s my parents’ wedding anniversary next month and they’ve hired these same guys to serve me up to their friends.”

“Oh, right.” The neutral, almost disinterested tone of her voice made it almost impossible for Ryan to judge how she felt about this. “You, um, happy about that?” he asked, hoping she might expand a little and give him some clue what sort of a response she was looking for.

“It is what it is.” She shrugged non-committally, leading Ryan to wonder if she would actually admit to having strong feeling on any subject. “I don’t recall them actually asking, we were just all of a sudden discussing the arrangements. Not that I’m complaining either!” She winked at him. “There are worse ways to go than the ultimate fuck! Anyway,” she narrowed her eyes a little. “Since you’re only eleven,” Ryan felt his stomach knotting and wished the patio stones would open up to swallow him, “have you ever fucked anybody?”

“Yeah!” he answered a little too quickly. “Those friends I told you about. The ones who are going to Sidney’s?”

“That’s something!” She gave an approving nod. “Come here a sec.” She beckoned him closer. “Come on, promise I won’t bite!” Nervously, Ryan stepped forward and before he knew it, the girl’s hand was down the front of his trousers. Not just feeling him up from the outside but actually inside his underpants, her black-nailed fingers caressing his boyhood which had been in a semi-aroused state already from the combination of the conversation and her cleavage but now leapt to full attention at her touch. “Wow, okay!” She looked genuinely impressed as she felt its length and girth. “Definitely feels like it could get the job done.” Then as fast as she had put her hand down there she pulled it out again then looked a little annoyed at how close her was standing. For his part, Ryan was just pleased that he had managed not to drop his glass! “Do you mind?” she shooed him back with her hand. “Personal space?” Confused and a little annoyed but mostly just aroused, Ryan took a step back.

“So, kid,” she continued, “here’s the deal. Ever since I found out I was going to roast, the idea gets me so hot and wet and I just know when we watch that muffin spitted I’m going to need to fuck someone. I was kinda hoping there’d be some hot twenty year old guys here but it looks like my choices are you or one of my dad’s golfing buddies!” She rolled her eyes again. “So, what do you say? You in?”

“Um… yeah?” Ryan replied, still trying to work out if this was some sort of prank. “Sure!”

“Good!” The girl gave a satisfied nod. “There’s loads of bedrooms upstairs so stay where I can find you when they do the spitting, okay? I’ll grab you when I need you.”

“Sure.” Ryan said again, then added, “I’m Ryan, by the way.” For a second the girl looked as if she was going to remind him that she didn’t ask but then her face softened. “Cat.” She smiled. “Well, Catherine but nobody but my Grandma calls me that! Don’t go jerking off before I get to you, okay? I need you primed and ready to go!”

“I...promise?” Ryan replied, still not quite sure whether this girl even actually liked him or not.

“Good boy.” She winked. “Now go catch up with your mum and sister. They’ll be wondering where you got to!”

Upstairs in the guest bedroom, Josh was on his knees now, fucking Amelia hard from behind as she knelt on all fours. Remembering what Samantha had asked for that first night, he had told her that if she wanted to be a piggy then she was going to get fucked like a piggy and, as he thrust into her aggressively, his thighs slapping against her rump and her hair wrapped around his fist, Josh was not hearing a single complaint from Amelia! Only after her third orgasm did he allow himself to shoot his load inside her then the pair collapsed down together, exhausted and sweating on the bed.

“Guess you really did miss me too, huh?” Amelia asked with a cheeky but satisfied grin, walking her fingers across his chest. “Hope you liked the pictures I sent you?” Josh nodded mutely, not quite yet recovered enough to speak. The pictures, sent the previous afternoon, had been of Amelia in her kitchen at home, presumably taken on a times with some kind of stand or tripod, smearing her naked body all over with cooking on then laying on the counter before adopting various cooking poses. “I took them while my parents were out.” she told him with a grin. “Not that they’d care about me taking nudie pictures for you but they’d have made such a fuss about the mess!”

“Hope your Nana’s not going to be mad at you for the boots on the bed?” Josh teased.

“Nah!” Amelia giggled. “She knows that sometimes you gotta do these things to keep your man happy.” She idly stroked his manhood with her soft fingertips. Although no longer so hard, it was far from fully deflated. Josh wasn’t sure it was capable of relaxing completely with Amelia’s naked young body pressed up against his! “Do you think they’ve got Candice on the spit yet? I think I was supposed to be watching so I’d know what to expect when it was my turn. Don’t know if Nana was expecting me to take notes or what?”

“I guess we should go down and see?” Josh suggested. Amelia rolled onto her back, looking up at the ceiling, allowing her lover to sit up and start buttoning his shirt. She really did look lovely, naked apart from the hat and boots, athletic young body stretched out on the bed, glistening from the exertions of their shared passion, budding chest rising and falling with each breath in such a way that his attention could not help being drawn to her perky little almost-breasts. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he stood up and pulled his trousers and underpants back up then reached into his pocket for his comb to make himself look respectable again.

“Maybe I’ll just stay like this for the rest of the party?” Amelia teased, rolling onto her front, resting her chin on her interlocked hands propped up on her elbows and idly kicking her booted feet. “What do you think?”

“I think you’d get pretty chilly!” Josh laughed.

“Fine!” she sighed dramatically, clearly exaggerating for comic effect as she turned back over and sat up. “But there’s nothing hot about watching someone put clothes on so you head back downstairs and I’ll join you in a minute, okay?”

“I admit, it always does seem a little sacrilegious!” Josh chuckled, putting his comb back in his pocket and leaning over to kiss her. “Don’t be long, okay? Sounds like the show downstairs is kinda meant for your benefit after all!”

“I promise!” she smiled at him. “don’t forget me on your way down the stairs, will you?” she teased sweetly as he reached the door and unlocked it.

“Couldn’t if I tried!” he assured her, blowing a kiss before slipping back out onto the landing and closing the door behind him.

Now that all the guests had arrived, Betty swept around making sure that everyone had drinks then invited everyone onto the lawn to watch the spitting. Josh got down just as everyone was starting to convene so looked for the rest of his family and slipped in beside them.

“Feel better?” Laura teased, grinning at him and smoothing down a patch of hair he had missed at the back. “Rather surprised to see you on your own?” But before he could respond, Betty moved to the front and clapped her hands for everyone’s attention.

“Welcome!” she beamed at her guests who were a mixture of family, neighbours and friends from various different places. Ryan looked around for Cat and spotted her a few feet away stood with a posh-looking, well-dressed couple in their mid to late forties who he took to be her parents. Seeing her glancing over in his direction, he tried to give her a little wave but she responded with the briefest nod of acknowledgment then turned back to look at Betty. “As you know,” she continued warmly, “this has been a year of celebration for our family as we have welcomed our first great-grandchild, Cindy-Lou Hopper!” The guests gave a round of polite applause and Better looked around for Emma as if to ask her to bring the baby forward but then giggled and put her hand to her mouth when her older granddaughter mimed sleeping. “Oops, seems our guest of honour is having a little nap!” she chuckled. “Well, I’m sure those of you who haven’t already will all get a chance to meet her later! Now, where’s my other lovely granddaughter? Amelia, sweetheart?” she called, craning her neck as she tried to look amongst and over the group of guests at the same time. Everyone, including Josh and his family, looked around for her, thinking she should be easy to spot in her white outfit and distinctive hat.

“What have you done with her?” Laura teased. “Didn’t wear her out, did you?”

“She said she’d be right down.” Josh replied a little sheepishly. “I don’t know why…”

“Here!” Amelia’s voice carried over the small crowed and she waved her hand then pushed her way politely through to join her grandmother at the front. “Sorry!” She giggled, a little out of breath. Had to… I was in the bathroom!”

“Oh well you’re here now!” Betty chuckled, putting her hands lovingly and slightly possessively on the young girl’s shoulders. Off to the side, the catering team were doing the final checks on the coals and cooking equipment and setting up the spitting bench while Candice stood watching them with interest and clear excitement. “As some of you already know,” Betty continued, “but many of you do not, my young granddaughter Amelia has volunteered to be the celebratory roast at her new niece’s Christening in May, isn’t that sweet of her?” The guests all clapped with a little more enthusiasm than they had for the absent baby. “We just know she’s going to be absolutely delicious!” She beamed indulgently down at Amelia who looked back up at her with the same kind of loving smile. “And to help her prepare, so she knows what to expect when her big day comes, I’ve hired the same company that will be preparing her to cater our party here tonight. Let’s have a big hand for the team at SB catering and of course our meat-girl tonight, Candice!” The naked teen stepped forward with a grin and waved as she received the most enthusiastic applause of the evening so far. Amelia felt a small pang of jealousy but realised it was only right that Candice get to be centre of attention for the moment and that her own time would come.

Her speech concluded, Betty stepped back to rejoin her guests, standing at the front and guiding Amelia with her, hugging her from behind with her arms folded just below the future meat-girl’s chest. Although part of her wished that she could be standing with Josh to watch the spitting, it was nice to have this attention and affection from her grandmother.

“You two!” Betty called over to Ryan and Erin. “Come and join us at the front, dears, so you get a good view!” Ryan felt a little torn. On the one hand, he didn’t want to be seen as “one of the children” in front of Cat who apparently already found him comically young but, on the other hand, how could he pass up a front row view of the spitting? The crowd parted and smiled indulgently at the siblings, beckoning them forwards. Ryan shot a look over towards Cat who winked and tilted her head towards the front with a slightly lopsided smile, encouraging him to go.

“Come on!” Erin grabbed his hand, unaware of the other arrangements he had entered into. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go!” Having received the go-ahead from his future fuck-buddy, Ryan followed his sister to the front where they stood either side of Amelia and her grandmother to watch the show. Taking advantage of having her husband to herself for a little while, Laura put and arm around his wait. He put his around her shoulders and leaned down to kiss her.

The spitting bench was made from steel and chrome and had a long, cushioned middle section, covered with the same, easy to clean plastic faux-leather as gym mats. At the front of of the red cushioned strip was a black plastic chin cup and either side of this, on arms sticking out to the side, were handles like those of a bike but upright for the meat-girl to grip onto.

Towards the back were two adjustable keeling pads with the same red cushions as the main bench and angled smooth metal foot-rests behind them. On the handles, kneeling pads and across the middle were thick rubber straps with sturdy velcro fastenings to hold the piggy still once she was in place, not for restraint in the traditional sense but to keep her body from too much involuntary thrashing as she was impaled which might effect how long she was able to survive over to coals and impact the quality of her meat. The entire thing was angled so that the meat-girl’s rump would end up higher than her head, the chin-cup ensuring that the spit would have a straight path to travel through her body.

Once the uniformed young man who was in charge of setting up declared it ready, Candice stepped forward to another wild round of applause from the guests. Grinning, she took a little bow before lowering herself onto the bench, the A-grand stamp on her rump nicely visible to all the guests. Amelia watched with interest, licking her lips a little, as the naked teen was helped into place by the young man and another female worker then strapped down securely. As if to prove that she was firmly in position, she wriggled her shoulders and wiggled her toes but was unable to move much else. Another woman, slightly older than the other workers but still under thirty, her light brown hair in a short, sensible ponytail, stepped forward with the spit and positioned the tip carefully between the plump lips of Candice’s eager young cunt.

The guests, who had been clapping and cheering as the outgoing young girl posed and mounted the spit now fell silent. This was the first experience many of them had of the reality of girls as food. It had been in the UK for eight years but was far from common and most people had yet to try any. With their recent experiences and plans for the near future, it was hard for Laura, Josh, Erin, Ryan and Amelia to remember how unusual this still was and that their own first taste of girl-meat had been just over a week earlier!

Perhaps, they all wondered, some of the people here had not believed that it was real, that it was some kind of prank or stunt and that the oiled up girl would simply go shower off and get dressed while normal meat was served in her place but there was absolutely no denying the reality of what they were seeing as the spit moved deeper and deeper into the restrained but clearly very willing young girl. There were others, of course, who would have been drawn to accept the invitation specifically because of what was on the menu, eager to witness and experience this relatively new trend for themselves, excited by the prospect of watching a real girl impaled and roasted before getting to feast on her flesh. There would be others still, although probably fairly few among the crowd, who were seasoned connoisseurs of girl-meat and were simply looking forward to the barbecue the way most people look forward to ordering their favourite dish at a restaurant or their favourite fast food combo meal.

The spit was about half way in now, the experienced caterer slowly rotating it as she pushed to keep its passage smooth. Candice was clearly in some discomfort if not outright pain, trying not to let it show on her face but unable to suppress the occasional wince or light grimace but she did not cry out, beg for the caterer to stop, not that it would have done any good for her to do so at that point as the internal damage done by the spit would already be too much to survive, nor make any effort, however vain, to break out of her restraints. Although this part was not especially fun, she was clearly still very happy to be a meat-girl and looking forward to being enjoyed by the guests. The woman pushing the spit gave a nod to the young man and he went and squatted down in front of Candice’s face, holding the sides of her head in his hands and talking to her softly in a low voice that was too quiet for the guests to hear but clearly offering words of encouragement and assuring her that the worst part would be over soon. The meat-girl coughed and Amelia noticed flecks of blood fly onto the man’s shirt, making it clear why their uniform was black, then the spit appeared between her lips, forcing her mouth open and scraping against her teeth as it completed its journey.

The spit coming to a stop seemed to release something in the audience of guests who seemed to have collectively been holding their breath during the spitting and they spontaneously burst into cheers and applause far louder than any so far. Knowing that she would be roasted in the Church grounds, Amelia wondered whether her own audience would be so enthusiastic when her time came or whether the gravitas of the location would make them feel the need to act with more decorum. Still, it was to be a celebration and people love to celebrate Christenings and Weddings with loud enthusiasm even in or just outside the Church so she was sure she would get her share of encouraging applause, even if it were not quite so raucous as this!

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Watching with deep personal interest, Amelia expected the straps to be released next so that the meat-girl’s arms and legs could be fixed to the pole but first the caterer who had been in charge of the spitting picked up a metal piece from the table of tools. It was a steel rod, only about half an inch thick but around nine or ten inches long, rounded at one end and bent over at the other so that it travelled at ninety degrees for about an inch and a half. It was welded onto a large metal ring that had a thumb-screw at the bottom. The caterer smeared the long part of the rod with oil then slipped the ring over the back end of the spit then slid it up until the round tip nestled between Candice’s firm, meaty buttocks. The then had the young man pull them apart and quickly slid the pole all the way into the meat-girl’s tight ass. Amelia did not blame Candice when she saw her eyes going wide as this happened. The woman then tightened the thumb-screw to lock it into place. Only then were the cuffs slid onto either end and the impaled girl’s arms and legs released so that her wrists and ankles could be strapped into them, Finally, the strap across her back was removed and she was lifted off the spitting bench onto the mounts over the coals where the spit was locked into place and immediately began to turn thanks to the electrical mechanism in the mounts.

“Excuse me.” Ryan broke away from his sister and friend as everyone surged forward for a closer look at the roasting girl. “I have to… go help someone with… something!” That was all the explanation he gave before taking off in the other direction to everyone else, leaving Erin and Amelia to shrug at each other blankly before giggling about the silliness of boys.

“Probably gone for a quick wank!” Amelia giggled. “That was pretty got to watch!”

Having stayed put when her parents moved forward with the others, Cat was easy to spot, standing on her own on the grass, looking around and hoping that her young conscript would not back out of their deal.

“Hi!” Ryan gave her a small, slightly shy wave. “Did you still want to…?”

“Fuck yeah!” Cat exclaimed. “Come on, let’s go while everyone’s distracted!” She did not take his hand as Amelia had done with Josh, just strode purposefully towards to house, trusting that Ryan would follow. Not knowing the layout of the house as well as Amelia, she entered through the French windows and went through the large living room which looked even bigger now that it was empty of people, out into the hallway and up the stairs with Ryan following close behind. As he followed her up the stairs he could not help taking in the soft, pale skin of her bare back and the deliciously round curves of her ass in the tight dress. “This one will do!” she declared, seeing the door to Amelia’s bedroom slightly ajar and pushing it all the way open. Hope there’s a… result!” she declared triumphantly, turning the lock once then were both inside.

“Did you want me to…?” Josh began to ask nervously, comfortable with the mechanics of intercourse but not quite sure how the build-up was supposed to go, having somewhat skipped any kind of foreplay with Ella and Lydia and got straight down to business.

“Just take your clothes off and lay on the bed.” Cat instructed, not unkindly. “As long as you can stay hard, I can do the rest.” Quickly, Ryan pulled off his shirt and threw it on the floor, noticing as he did so the pile of other clothes that he recognised as Amelia’s. This must be where she’s staying, he thought, but decided that she would not mind them borrowing her room for what was very likely only going to be a few minutes. With his shirt off, he sat on the edge of the bed and quickly kicked off his shoes without bothering to untie them then pulling off his socks with his toes, a habit he had enjoyed since teaching himself to do so at the age of four.

After unbuckling his belt, he hesitated. He had been naked at the party with lots of others and showered with his sister all the time, plus Lydia and Ella had certainly had no complaints about his size but they were girls his own age or younger and Cat was practically a fully-grown woman. Would she laugh when he not naked and think him a silly little boy, calling off the whole thing because the mood had been spoiled? No, he reminded himself, she had declared herself quite satisfied, even seemed pleasantly surprised, when she had felt him up earlier and she had made it very clear that she wasn’t interested in any of the adult men at the party so, taking a deep breath, he pulled off his trousers and underwear then got comfy in the middle of the bed. At first he felt awkward, unsure what to do with his arms. By his sides felt too stiff and formal. In the end he opted to put one across his chest and the other behind his head while he waited, hoping that Cat wasn’t going to expect him to keep his hands to himself! Getting hard, he was pleased to be able to show, was not an issue at all!

“Good boy!” Cat winked at him. “Nice wand, Weasley!” Normally this comment would have annoyed Ryan but now he just grinned. Stood at the end of the bed and facing him, Cat reached up behind her neck and untied the top of her dress, peeling the two straining triangles of fabric to reveal her magnificent teen breasts, big and firm as melons and with a barbel piercing through each nipple. “Like what you see?” she asked, pushing down the sides of her dress to reveal that her belly-button was also pierced then reaching behind to unzip the back of her dress and let it fall to the ground. Her panties were, unsurprisingly, a skimpy, gothic creation black lace. She peeled these off too, revealing her smooth vulva. “See?” she winked at him. “I keep myself oven-ready at all times!” She gave a small twirl to show off her shapely rump as well then straddled him on the bed. “I should have known these were going to get me eaten one day!” she declared, taking her hands and placing them on her boobs then carefully lowering herself onto him and starting to ride, just as Amelia had done with Josh. Unlike that pair of lovers, she made no effort to kiss him, using him instead simply as a warm, living sex-toy.

She closed her eyes as she rode him faster and faster, Ryan alternating between massaging her breasts like firm dough and pinching her pierced nipples. She moaned then gasped, bouncing faster on his pre-teen erection. She could feel him stiffen further and knew he was about to climax.

“Hold it!” she gasped, almost pleadingly as she rocked her hips more urgently. “Hold it just… a… second… YES!” she cried as she achieved her goal, a wave of pleasure flooding her body and relieving her pent-up frustration. “Good boy!” she gasped again. “Now do what you gotta do! I’ve been fixed!” she winked down at him. Ryan knew this meant it was safe to shoot his load inside her and he did with great relief, breathing heavily and sweating far more than he remembered doing with the younger girls.

“Thanks for that!” Cat stood up and was already pulling on her underwear. “You did a good job! Just what I needed! Hope you worked up an appetite for some roast Girl too?”

“Should I, um… Can I have your number?” Ryan asked tentatively.

“Why?” Cat raised an eyebrow at him. “No offence but you’re eleven years old and I’m roasting in a few weeks so I really don’t see wedding bells in our future!” Relenting a little, she leaned over and kissed him tenderly for the first time, her big, warm breasts resting on his chest. “Listen,” she smiled, “you’re a good kid and you’ll make someone a great boyfriend one day but for now, just stick to fucking those little meat-girls across the street, or that cute sister of yours!” She stood up, grinning. “Come on,” she urged, “we’d better get back down before anyone misses us!”


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Down in the garden, everyone was still watching the recently-spitted meat-girl as she began to roast, watched over attentively by the caterers who basted her as she turned with a thick, rich, deep-red honey barbecue sauce. Amelia had found her way back to Josh and was hanging possessively on his arm while asking her questions of the caterers who were well aware that they were booked to prepare her in the same way in a few months’ time.

“Oh, there you are!” Laura chuckled as Ryan rejoined them, his hair looking rather mussed and his cheeks flushed pink. “What have you been up to?”

“Amelia reckoned you’d gone for a wank!” Erin teased him before he had a chance to answer.

“Not exactly!” he grinned a little sheepishly, feeling his cheeks start to burn.

“Oh don’t tease him!” Laura shook her head in amusement. “As long as you’re having fun?” Ryan nodded emphatically. “Good.” she smiled. “I think Better said there were going to be some games in a minute that everyone could join in with?” She looked around for the host but it seemed that she was also looking for them, getting Josh’s attention first then ushering him over, her granddaughter still firmly attached, over to rejoin the rest of his family so that she could talk to them all. “Is everything okay?” Laura asked.

“Oh yes!” Better smiled warmly. “I was just going to say that we have plenty of space so if you wanted to stay over until morning, you’d be more than welcome to.”

“Oh, well…” Laura looked at her husband.

“Please stay!” Amelia begged him, tugging on his arm. Laura couldn’t hold back a little smirk and Josh gave her an apologetic half-smile.

“How about Josh stays with Amelia,” she suggested, “and I take these two home. You two can do something together tomorrow and maybe the five of us can have dinner somewhere together in the evening then we can drop Amelia back to her parents. Sound good to everyone?” There was agreement all around, especially from Amelia.

“As long as you don’t mind driving?” Josh asked, somewhat apologetically.

“No it’s all good!” Laura assured him. “I’ve only had the two glasses of wine and we’re going to be eating in a little while.” She looked over to the still very much alive young girl turning on her spit over the glowing coals. “Besides, it’s not even nine o’clock yet and I’m sure it will be half past twelve at least, probably closer to one, before we’re thinking of making a move!” And so it was settled, with Amelia very happy indeed that not only did she get to keep her man all night but they would be spending most of the next day together as well.

With that settled, Betty called everyone into the living room, making sure they all picked up fresh drinks or got their topped up on the way across the patio and encouraged them to divide into teams for the games. Couples who knew each other teamed up and families formed ready-made groups with Amelia, of course, joining the Martins and, for the games where they are asked to split into twos, making sure that she was paired with Josh. As Laura had anticipated, he was really her date for the evening and she did not resent it.

The time passed quickly with lots of fun and laughter and it was eleven o’clock before any realised and the caterers came in to tell them that the food was ready to serve. A large table had been set out with salads of various kinds, crisps and nacho chips, warm apple sauce, slices of sage and onion stuffing and lots of other condiments. At the end of the table was a stack of paper plates and a huge platter of bread rolls. The guests were invited to line up and collect a plate then fill it with whatever extras they wanted before being served with meat straight off the spit.


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