Turkey Girl

By

A Cannibal

Malinda walked into the kitchen where her sister was getting things ready for thanksgiving tomorrow in a few days. She was 10 years old while her big sister was 16 and well on her way to becoming a master chef.

Delilah was in her chef whites which included her big fluffy pompadour hat. The only thing she didn't have was a turkey to cook for the family.

However there were no birds available anywhere thanks to the bird flue epidemic several years ago. Birds were making a comeback, but it was a slow process.

Delilah however had an alternative idea as to thanksgiving dinner plans and she had just walked in. big sister was not only a regular chef but also a cannibal chef.

The teenage chef had talked it over with her parents and found out that Malinda was failing most of her classes. She would never go to college and earn a fancy degree making her useful.

At this point the parents had only a couple of options. First dad wanted to enjoy his youngest daughter in bed, Delilah said it was important to tenderize meat before cooking. That was the second option she was to become thanksgiving dinner since she good for nothing else.

That was what her dad thought before having her. It turn out that his youngest daughter wasn't even good at making love. The best thing she would be good at was roasting in the oven come tomorrow.

“Delilah has dad ever fucked you before?” Malinda asked.

“no but I've caught him undressing me with his eyes several times. Why has he done you?”

little sister could see why their father was undressing her sister with his eyes after all Delilah was becoming a beautiful young woman. Standing at around 5 ft 5 inches with clear skin black hair and brown eyes. She also had a pair of sweet coconut size breasts pushing the blouse out.

Malinda was slightly jealous of her sister's beauty not because only because she was still flat chested but she didn't have her sister's classic good looks either.

“Yeah he did me it felt weird not that I didn't enjoy it, I did.”

her little sister was welcome to fuck their dad. She didn't want him. Delilah liked playing with little boys under 10 years of age just before she cooked their cute bodies.

It would be the same for her little sister, but without the sex. The chef liked boys in bed not girls and this included her sister. As far as she was concerned dad could screw her all he want until it was time to cook her.

Then there was another problem while her family want a turkey dinner Malinda didn't fit the profile. Little sister would look better a ham. Delilah's ass could be stuffed full and then she'd slowly be bake on her hands and knees.

“You should let dad have you a again. It's a lot more fun the second time around,” big sister said.

She didn't actually care weather her father did her little sister again. Delilah needed her to leave the kitchen so as chef she could find the right one to cook Malinda with. That was hard to do when the main course was looking over your shoulder,

“I'm not sure I want dad to touch me again that a way again, it hurt a lot when he fucked me last time,” Melinda said.

“Yeah, but the first time is always that way. The second time is always a lot easier and fun,” big sister explained.

The girl slid off the stool she'd been sitting on and went to find her father.

She went over to him and sat down on the couch next to her dad and smiled. He smiled back at his youngest daughter and wondered if he should try her again.

While she hadn't been anything like her mother in making love but that was because she still quite young and naive in the area of sex, he'd made sure of that.

It couldn't be said the same Delilah though, she was a teenager and her hormones were going nuts. That and she was training to become a chef and therefore played with the food before cooking it.

He would have preferred her to remain innocent but that just wasn't possible in this day and age. As long as she didn't have an accident and get herself knocked up he could live with it.

“So would you like me to fuck you again?” Dad asked.

The girl smiled again and stood letting her dress fall to the ground. She stood in front of her father in pink panties. And nothing else.

“Those too, I can't enjoy you if they're in the way. Why don't you stretch yourself out on the couch while I get out of my cloths,” he told his youngest daughter.

A naked Melinda crawled on to the couch and watched her dad strip. The girl still wasn't sure she wanted to go though with it again but had nothing else to do.

Two minutes later he lay down next to her and began rubbing his hands over her young body. Dad enjoy doing this from her butt to the two small buttons that passed as breast on the 10 year old.

Malinda's skin had a nice and tender feeling to it today, but tomorrow it would also have a golden brown tinge too. Hopefully her roasted body would be nice and tender then too.

He slid his cock inside the youngest daughter who let out grunt. It wasn't painful like yesterday but he did fill her up with his massive manhood.

Her dad found his youngest girl wasn't to bad this time around. He also tought she'd be even better on platter tomorrow.

With that in mind the man sampled Malinda's pussy. It had a marvelous taste to it and he wanted it on his plate tomorrow. The girl for her part had no idea her dad was sampling the sweet sex to see if it was eatable.

Instead the 10 year old moaned happily as she was eaten out sexually by her father. She was really enjoying what was happening to her.

In the kitchen Delilah was looking at recipes for tomorrow's dinner. She thought about turning her little sister into ham but was having second thoughts now.

Malinda would make a good turkey especially after seeing several pictures of a girl being stuffed. It started with peas being shoved inside her butt. The young chef would stick an apple in the meat's mouth, after all it was her sister and she'd rather not hear her screams of terror as he was cooked alive.

Delilah could handle others being cooked alive, but this was her dumb little sister. She didn't think she could handle that he sister's screams and begging for her life.

The chef then made sure she had all the ingredients for the stuffing. She found a couple big can of peas and an apple for her sister's mouth. Most likely there would want other ingredients, but she'd worry about that tomorrow.

At supper that night the family ate light in anticipation of the big meal they'd be having tomorrow. A little something extra though was add to Malinda's food.

As she ate the young girl began to yawn and her eyelids grew heavy. Soon her face plowed into her mash potatoes and mom lifted her head out the potatoes and clean it off.

The meat was then carried into the kitchen where her family stripped the entree naked. Once Delilah made sure the meat was secure for the night she got out the cookbook and showed them the picture of what Malinda would look like as food tomorrow.

“Yum, yum. It looks like she's going to be delicious,” mom said to her oldest daughter the chef.

“Your that right about that because she wasn't bad raw. I think she's going to roast up fine tomorrow.”

The next morning Delilah was in the kitchen early, there was a lot to do. She started by washing her little sister's skin. There was no danger of her waking up as the additive they'd put in her dinner would keep the food asleep for 12 hrs.

Malinda would be awake for her roasting though. Her parents wanted their youngest daughter to know why she was being roasted alive, besides the fact the 10 year old would taste better when cooked that away,

The meat was then flipped onto her stomach and butt elevated sightly. Delilah then proceeded to clean out her bowels out, a necessary job if peas were to be shoved inside of her latter on . The turkey let out a moan as she began to wake. She couldn't figure out why her bed was so hard this morning.

Malinda was even more confused seconds later when she tried to stretch and found something preventing her from doing it.

Only then did she open her eyes and found out she wasn't in her bedroom but the kitchen. Worst of all she was on the prepperation counter where she'd seen many children prepped for the oven by her sister. “Mom, Dad help me,” Malinda screamed as loud as she could.

“Scream all you want, Mom and Dad aren't going to save you. Well maybe as leftovers, but that's about it,” she explained to her little sister.

Two blurry eyed parents entered the kitchen yawned and eyed the soon to be turkey.

“How long before she's ready for the oven,” dad asked.

Obviously her Dad wasn't going to save her, maybe mom might do it. So Malinda asked before her sister could reply to Dad.

“Don't let them cook me in the hot oven, Mom.”

“Stop whining, if you were a better student you wouldn't be our thanksgiving turkey,” was the reply she didn't want to hear.

Delilah then had a chance to answer her dad.

“a couple more hours I've already gotten her cleaned out but she still need to be stuffed. You can sit over there and watch if you want too.”

Both parents were glad to hear she'd been cleaned out. That was a job they usually got stuck with. Nether one was a chef so that was their contribution to prepping the meal.

The parents went and sat on a couple of stools to watch their oldest daughter work her magic.

“Don't cook me alive, Delilah” her sister pleaded.

“Sorry you know you'll taste better cooked alive. Besides

you're meat and no longer have a say in how your cooked.”
tears fell like rain as Malinda realized there was no hope for her anymore. That she would soon be in the oven roasting and there was nothing she could do about it.

The chef poured a couple cans into a bowl added melted butter and mixed it up good. She stuck a scoop inside the bowl before bring it over to the turkey.

“Time to get you stuffed”

Delilah parted her liittle sister's backdoor and shoved in a scoop of peas and sauce inside her. She repeated the process until Malinda was almost over flowing.

The chef then shoved a nice bright yellow banna up her hole to keep the peas in place.the turkey was then basted in oil and flipped onto her back.

Looking over little sister she decided the 10 year old was to small for a banna up her frontdooor.instead Deliaha went to the fridg and pulled acouple of apples out of it,

walking back to the meat she shoved one of them it into her pussy. The meat screamed at the top of her lungs as the fruit filled her to the point of being ripped apart down there. As her mouth was open the other apple was shoved in she was readide it. olive oil brushed over her front and she was ready for the roasting pan.

The black pan was placed beside the main course. She was tied with rope so as not to escape. Nobody in the kitchen wanted the turkey to try and leave before it was done cooking.

Malinda was halfway folded into the pan and gave her sister a pleading look. The fruit between her legs was uncomfortable.

Delilah sensed this and asked, “would you like to play with yourself as you cook. You've seen others enjoy themselves as they cook so you know it's true.”

Little sister nodded anything to get that fruit out from between her legs. It was uncomfortable to have that stuck in there.

Her hands were tied between her legs between her legs and rubbed herself. Last the chef stuck meat thermometer into the meat's ass.

Delilah needed to know when her sister was cooked. Malinda was laid at the entrance to the oven and muffled screams came from the future meal.

She looked at the chef with pleading eyes but only saw hunger in them as she was shoved inside.The meat wasn't happy to be in the hot oven but knew from other kids she'd

eaten that she wouldn't be coming out until she was fully cooked later today.

The turkey began rubbing herself in order not to to think of her annulment fate. Malinda found it relaxing and soon forgot she was cooking.

Outside her parents watched their youngest daughter play with herself and slowly cook. As for big sistershe busied herself decorating Malinda's platter.

To start a bed of lettuce placed on the platter. This was followed by pineapple rings. She made side dishes of stuffing and mash potatoes to go along with her sister.

After 45 minutes Delilah became an only child once more. Little sister was now meat for the dinner table in a few hours.

She was in the early stages browning and was also begining to smell delicious. Still she knew the meat had to cook a few more hours before it was cooked.

By the time dinner was ready to eat there were just a few things to add. The chef didn't want to stare into her sister's eyes so cherry tomatoes were put there. The rope holding her in place had been cut away.

This allowed for pine apple rings to be placed down her spine and the apple shoved back inside her sex. She stepped back and admired what had been her sister now turkey dinner.

Her skin a golden brown in brown in color except for the yellow pine apple rings running down her back. However there was something missing.

The chef stood there several minutes ranking her brain until it came to her. The banana needed something on it too; a pine apple ring.

Taking the ring she bent down and eyed the top of the banana before sliding it over the long yellow fruit. That done the turkey was placed on a platter and taken to the dining room.

Her parents were there and smacked their lips as the turkey was sat on the table.

“Doesn't someone look delicious?” mom said.

“Good enough to eat you mean,” dad explained as he picked up a carving knife.

“Since you did all the cooking you get first choice, Delilah,” mom told her daughter.

“Thanks I'll have a piece of Malinda's butt. She always did have a cute one.”

Both parents nodded in agreement that she had a fine tail section. However neather wanted to eat the other rump roast at the moment.

Instead mom took her young daughter's right wing, from the shoulder down to the fingers. As for dad he had the left drumstick as his choice.

Delilah uncorked her sister's ass and add peas to the family's plates. They were delicious tasting vegetables and better than she hoped it would taste.

After dinner there was little left of what had been the turkey girl. This went in the fridge and they would have Malinda sandwiches tomorrow.

“So Christmas is about a month away any ideas as to who we're going to eat then?” Delilah asked.

The parents looked at each other then back to their daughter the chef and shrugged.

“I have no idea, but you did such a great job with your sister would you mind cooking the next one too?” dad asked.

The chef grinned and nodded.

THE END