Posted by PK on April 17, 2003 at 14:48:42:
Over the next couple of days Nicky went about preparing herself with the attention to detail
the upcoming event deserved. Even a wedding isn't necessarily final, this would be. She
spent some time working on her tan and was pleased to note that the faint scars from her
operation were hardly visible. She allowed her stepmother to shave her clean, as she'd had
some training in hairdressing.
"We could send you to a salon if you'd rather," Joanne offered.
"I'd rather keep it in the family," Nicky said, smiling.
Joanne was touched by the gesture of trust and solidarity almost to the point of tears.
Jack was moved to tell his daughter that he was proud of her. She was handling it all so well.
"I'm going to miss you, kid," he admitted gruffly, once out of earshot of everyone else. They
were in the garage, sharing a cup of coffee at the time. He had never been very good at
father to daughter talks.
Nicky had a rare opportunity to get closer to him. "You look worried," she ventured. "What's
wrong?" She was wearing old clothes, having offered to help clean the barbecue equipment.
Jack sighed. It was hard for him to admit vulnerability. "I just hope I get it right," he admitted.
"I never had to do one of my own kids before."
"You'll be okay, Dad," Nicky assured him. "You did Mom just fine."
Jack smiled ruefully. "I never told anybody else this, but I was nervous as hell. I thought it
showed, but nobody said a damn thing. Shit, I shouldn't be telling you this. Not now."
"Dad, it'll be great. Don't worry."
Jack stared at his daughter for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he slapped
his thighs and got up. "We'd better get cleaned up before dinner or Jo will have a fit," he said.
"How do I look in these?" Nicky asked Lucy. She posed in the high-heeled shoes that had
belonged to her mother, turning this way and that, trying to see how it made her legs look.
"Good enough to eat," said Lucy drily. "Which is just as well 'cause I skipped breakfast."
"I'd hate to fall over," Nicky worried, taking a few experimental steps. She wasn't used to
walking in heels, she normally wore flat soles.
"So don't wear them," Lucy said. "There's no rule says you have to go out wearing dressy
shoes. Go barefoot, or slip on your sneakers. You won't be wearing them on the pole,
anyway. Who's going to care?"
Easy for her to say, Nicky thought. Lucy had on a bikini top and cutoff denim shorts, with
sneakers and a light jacket to hand in case the day turned chilly. "I just want to look elegant
when I greet the guests," she said. 'Like Mom did' went unsaid but understood.
"You won't look elegant if you're flat on your ass 'cause you couldn't walk in heels on the
lawn," Lucy pointed out. "You've got to get over this self-image problem." In the bad old
days, she reflected privately, that would have taken bullshit consciousness-raising groups or
several years of expensive bullshit psychotherapy, depending on you income bracket and
gullibility. Nicky didn't have the options, she didn't have the time. "You're not Mom. Just be
you."
Be me, Nicky thought. Who am I? Apart from the fact that I'm lunch.
"It's just stage fright, Nicky," Lucy said more gently. "I'd guess even Mom got it. Doesn't
matter how many classes you take, it's different doing it for real. Only way to do it is to do it."
Downstairs and outside, Joanne was welcoming the neighbours, while Adam was helping his
Dad get the barbecue ready. All the preparations had been made, tables had been set up, the
fire lit, side dishes and condiments were all there. As the guests arrived they brought their
own contributions, beer and wine was brought to the kitchen where Tammi, Bobbi and Katy
worked at organising it all under the direction of their stepmother.
The barbecue was assembled and father and son viewed it proudly as a job well done. Both
of them were a bit sweaty from the excercise, but the hard part was yet to come.
"I'll need your help lifting her," Jack told his son.
"Me?" When his own mother had been cooked, a neighbour had performed the assistant's
role. Julie had been prepared by her own family...oh, right...
"Just you and me, son." Jack said. "It's time you took on a man's responsibilities."
Adam had just wanted to canoodle with Justine, his current sweetheart, while his Dad and his
friends did the work, but he took the point. "Okay, Dad," he said manfully.. Besides, it would
impress the shit out of her if he helped spit his own sister. And Nicky? She was meat now,
okay, but he did like her. Get straight with his conscience, give Nicky a good sendoff, get laid
by Justine afterwards. "I'm up for it."
Nicky settled on a sky blue bikini that used to belong to Katy. The bottom half was snug
around her bottom and her pubis, if she hadn't been shaved it would not have concealed her
pubic hair at all, it just about covered her orifices and seemed to want to work its way into
them. The top was cunningly designed to support her breasts without actually concealing
much of them, her nipples were not directly visible but the material allowed their excited state
to show through.
"Perfect," Lucy said, clapping her hands.
"Shoes?"
"No shoes. Go down in slip-ons and kick them off before you hit the grass. You have great
feet, show them off."
"Great feet, huh?" Nicky stared down at them, for a moment they seemed a great distance
away. She straightened up and squared her shoulders. "Okay," she said. "let's get going."
The pair emerged into the sunlight to a ragged chorus of cheers and greetings from the
crowd. Nicky was barefoot and looked radiant, her miniscule outfit emphasising her figure, its
colour setting off her lightly tanned skin. Adam felt a surge of family pride and affection, his
sister had risen to the occasion beautifully. He gave her a thumbs up. Nicole smiled back and
waved, she walked confidently forward into the party, greeting everyone she knew by name.
"Nice legs," somebody commented. He ran a hand over Nicole's right inner thigh. It was, of
course, bad manners to manhandle females at parties unless you knew them very well, or
unless they were about to feature as the main course. In the latter case, a little advance
appreciation of the flesh being offered was allowed and even expected, the prospective
meals usually enjoyed it. After all, they wouldn't be around to hear the appreciative
comments after they'd been cooked.
Nicky's skin tingled, the very fine hairs on her limbs stood up. She wondered if the scant
bikini bottom would darken at the front if she moistened too much. She distracted herself by
looking around. Her special guest hadn't arrived yet.
"Hey, who's that guy?" she heard someone say.
Boris pushed his way through the crowd clutching a bottle of wine and a bunch of flowers.
"Nicole?" He sounded tentative as if unsure he should really be here.
"Boris!" she said warmly and gave him a hug. "I didn't think you were going to make it!"
Boris shrugged awkwardly. "Wouldn't miss it. I'm really sorry I'm late, I got caught up at work,
I'd have called but...."
"Never mind, you got here, that's what matters. Look, I'll show you around. I've got a little
while left before I go on. This is my sister Lucy...."
"That's the mystery guest?" Katy said sotto voce. "Kinda geeky. She could've had Rob
Wilson..."
"I don't know," Tammi mused. "Take off the nerdy specs and do something with that hair,
he'd be kinda cute, for an older guy."
Nicky's parents had already been notified of her choice of escort. They had thought it a little
odd, but it was her choice and it was hardly the time to start vetting her boyfriends. It wasn't
as if he was going to marry her, just possibly eat her cunt.
"It was great of you to call me," Boris said. "I'd have guessed a girl like you wouldn't have a
problem finding a date..."
"Me with my tiny tits? Or after your great work upgrading me?" Nicky teased.
Boris actually blushed. "Looks good on you," he admitted, "But you were fine before."
Adam was explaining Nicky's figure enhancement to Justine, who must have been living in a
cave on Mars not to have heard.
"Stuffed tits? You have GOT to be kidding," Justine said. "Still, it does look good on her.
Love the outfit."
"One of Katy's." Adam was tense. He took another pull at his beer.
"You think I could get it?" Justine was still eyeing the beautifully tailored bikini. "Looks
classy.."
"What?"
"I mean, after she, you know, doesn't need it anymore?"
Adam looked at her but he didn't really know what he was looking at. Just more fresh meat.
Yes, she'd probably look good in the bikini but Nicky was his sister. "I could ask," he said.
Boris and Nicky, arm in arm, were allowed a moment to enjoy the ambience together. Lucy
had tactfully left them alone.
"Why me?" Boris asked at last. He wondered if Nicky had fixed on him the way patients do
on doctors sometimes.
"Because you were nice to me," Nicky said. There was no time left for playing games. "Now
you can eat me." She slipped a finger under the material of her bikini bottom and pulled it
away from her shaved pubis. She was wet and sticky, both of them could smell her arousal.
Jack appeared out of nowhere. "Don't want to interrupt," he said, "But it's time we got you
oiled up. Spit's ready. Hello..err..."
"Igor."
Nicky looked at Boris. He looked back at her. He touched her eyelashes with one finger.
"Whatever," Jack said. "Are you ready?"
Nicky allowed her father to lead her to the table, after casting one look back at Boris. She
peeled off the bikini and dropped it onto the grass. Halfway through climbing onto it, she slid
off and picked up the bottom half, that smelled of her, and tossed it back to him.
"Remember me," she said, and presented herself for the spit as she'd been taught to do.
After Joanne and Lucy had given her a last, quick oiling, making sure to wipe her feet, her
father and brother went about skewering her without further ceremony. Jack was in charge of
the job, while Adam took the apprentice role, providing a second pair of hands wherever
required and dutifully nodding as Jack offered advice and commentary.
"Don't rush it," Jack expounded, "Especially not with a young girl. You have to give her time
to open up, it will go in a lot smoother." He manouevred the point up to Nicky's pert rear and
inserted it carefully into her well-lubricated vagina as Adam took the weight of the pole from
the back. Adam was trying hard not to have seriously incestuous thoughts at the sight of his
sister from this angle, less because of any taboo than because he didn't want to come in his
pants. He strove to concentrate on his father's instructions, unaware that the monologue was
performing much the same function for him. In no great time, however, the point had slipped
into Nicky as far as it could readily go.
"Once you meet resistance you have to push through a bit," Jack continued, suiting action to
the words. Nicky, fairly quiet up to now, let out a little gasp. "Then you go slow again, and
hold the spit a bit looser. Don't tighten up! You have to let the girl do her part of the work,
getting it past her innards without hitting anything vital. Wouldn't want her to leave the party
too soon and miss the fun, would we?" He followed that with a gruff and somewhat forced
chuckle.
"Hell of a first date," Boris muttered as he stood watching. He shoved the damp bikini briefs
into his jeans pocket as he watched his new sweetheart being turned into long pork. He
wasn't alone, almost everybody else had stopped to watch the process. The women watched
with emotions ranging from trepidation to eagerness, from pity to envy. Many of them were
clearly aroused.
"Look at her go!" Tammi exclaimed. "You'd think she did it every day." Nicky was indeed
doing well, working the spit so deftly that she seemed to be actually pulling it into her.
"She's doing okay," Katy had to admit. 'It should have been me' went unsaid, it would have
sounded sulky and childish.
"You mind if I have that top now she's finished with it?" Justine asked her hopefully. She
knew there was little chance of getting the panties back from the stranger, though she might
give it a try later. Katy grunted an indifferent assent, so she retrieved the item and stripped to
the waist to put it on.
"Is that like catching the bouquet at a wedding?" Bobbi teased, "Does that mean you'll be the
next to get yourself cooked?" She smirked at Katy who was visibly struggling not to rise to
the bait.
Justine shrugged, not wanting to get into any family feuds. "It's a nice colour," she said,
though the idea seemed to please her. "Hey, look, I think she's almost through."
At Jack's request, Boris had come over to help brace Nicky's shoulders as the spit moved up
her gullet. "Thanks for a brief but memorable date," he said in a low voice. "And in advance
for a wonderful dinner. I've had a great time." Nicky smiled warmly, still concentrating on her
job.
"Me too, and thanks for coming. Just don't smother me in ketchup, okay? And tell Dad to
keep my tits basted or my nipples will burn."
Boris nodded and gave her a brief farewell kiss. Nicky opened her mouth as if to speak and
the point emerged. She winked at him and closed her eyes. It was perfect, she thought
happily. All that worry over nothing, everything had worked out right. All she had to do now
was relax and be cooked, made into food as God intended. This was what little girls were
made for. She waited patiently as her hands and feet were bound, anticipating the welcoming
fire.
After she was set to roasting, Adam could relax too. He sauntered back to his watching
womenfolk, slowly so as not to aggravate the tumescence under his jeans. "Hey, Jus," he
said jauntily, dusting his hands off like a man whose work is done. "Love the new look. You
planning to go on next?"
"Maybe I am," she flirted, thrusting her chest forward. "Think I need stuffing?"
"Hey, Boris," Lucy said. He was still watching Nicky turning on the fire. Poor guy, he didn't
know anybody here. Maybe he needed cheering up. "Need a new date?"
Boris turned and smiled. "Lucy, right? Yeah, I guess I could use one." He glanced back at the
glistening body of his ex. "Quite a show, huh? Looks like it's going to be a great Feast."
"I want to go just like that," Katy sighed, too overwhelmed by the beauty of the vision to feign
detachment any more. "Doesn't every girl?"
Lucy frowned thoughtfully. "I don't know," she said. "I think I'd like to be stuffed into the
ravening maw of a slimy Space Monster with its tentacles probing my most intimate
crevices..." She feigned surprise at the shocked silence. "What?" She grinned at Boris who
was keeping a straight face. "Just kidding," she said.