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Created on: Wednesday 24th of August 2016 10:07:58 PM CDT
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Tori whipped the sleep from her eyes as she sat up. The light from the sun shined though her bedroom window. With the curtain hanging between, only one very bright narrow beams of light barely crossed the bed. It wasn't the sunlight that woke her though. No, what caused her to leave her peaceful dreamland was the sound of two very loud voices.

Head still drowsy from sleep it took her a minute to realize one voice was her mothers and the other one had to belong to her younger sister's, Portia. They were arguing again. Which wasn't unusual, the two have very differing opinions on allot of things, mostly about doing chores. This fight however didn't seem to be only about chores.

Throwing off her covers, Tori got up to investigate. The two where downstairs at the base of the stairs. The moment Tori got to the railing her mother looked up and greeted her with a warm smile and a, "Morning sleepy head."

"Morning," she coughed not realizing how dry her throat was, "what are you two fighting about this time?"

"Mom's being unfair over a stupid reason!"

"Your sister here," She gave the one more time glare to Portia," will be taking your place tonight as the Easter ham. Reason being for her taking your place is punishment for her rude and immature behavior."

"She also wont let me call up any of my friends to ask if one of them wants to take my place! It's not fair, you got to switch places with your friend!"

Tori just grinned, Portia had been rather childish lately. When her mother declared Tori was to be dinner for Easter day last week, Portia wouldn't stop rubbing it in. Consistently call her "Ham," or "Dinner," and the all favorite "Pig." Portia would also grab Tori's butt and comment on how delicious her rump will be, or pinch her nipples, or one of the million ways she could think of to tormented her older sister.

Was this karma?

"Aw, why not just let her call? I mean what harm could it do?"

Tori's mother looked her questioningly, but sighed and allowed said she could go call, "But you have 10 minutes. If you take too long I might shove you and your friend in together."

Not wanting to waste time, Portia dashed up the stairs and into her room looking for her cell phone.

"You sure this is okay?"

"No one is going to want to take her place, I guarantee it. Also this way when she comes back she won't put up much of a fight while we get her ready."

Her mother chuckled, asking her herself why she ever had planned on cooking the more clever of the two daughters.

"Well you might want to go get dressed since you won't be on the menu tonight."

Looking down Tori realized she donned only in a T-shit. She had forgotten that last night it was beyond hot so she went to bed with the bare minimum of clothing.

"Nah, its fine. I did say she wouldn't fight as much, doesn't mean she won't put up some kind of resistance. This way I'm not getting any of my cloths dirty while helping you cook," Tori said stripping off her shirt.

"You just want to drive home how easy it would be to trade places with your sister don't you?"

"Maybe," Tori grinned. Truth be told ever since they cooked up Amelia, she was looking forward to her big day too. She wasn't going to tell her mother that though.

******

Ten minutes later, Portia like rounded the corner from her room a sad look on her face and warring nothing.

"No one taking you place?" asked Tori.

Shaking her head, "Everyone either said no or is already in the over, or in Mary's case on the spit."

Her mother laughed, "Well no sense in crying about it. Come on lets getting you cooking. We need you in the oven soon if you are going to be done by dinner time."

"Hop up onto the table. Tori go grab the honey glaze I made; the bowl should be right over there."

As Portia climbed the table, Mom went and started the oven for preheating. On the way back she grabbed a half cut pineapple and cutter.

"Tori, get a layer of glaze on the ham please, while I finish cutting this pineapple."

It was quite evident Portia didn't like being referred to as "ham," but Tori though she would need to learn to enjoy it soon. Otherwise it was going to be a long prep time.

Tori was also reveling in tickling her sister with the brush as she spread the glaze over her skin. It was fun getting pay back Tori though, it was also fun play with her sister's breasts. Every time the bristles of the brush crossed her nipples Portia couldn't help, but let out a pleasured moan.

Once she had laid the first layer Tori though since the oven wasn't done yet and her mother was still preparing the garnish, that it wouldn't hurt to make sure her sister was thoroughly glazed. This time she was blatantly playing with her sisters fun parts. Rubbing the honey glaze into her breasts and between Portia's lower lips. Oddly determined to get her sister off at least once before she cooked.

Portia let out a squeak and arched her back evidently enjoying her older sister's massage. Sighing with satisfaction, Tori finished having her fun with the ham. She looked down and noticed a fair amount of the honey glaze was spread on herself as well.

Mom noticed as well and asked, "What, you still want to be the ham?" a sarcastic tone in her voice.

There was a pause, Tori was so tempted to say yes. She looked at her sister who lay panting on the kitchen counter half conscious, basking in the afterglow of her climax. Her body freshly glazed and ready for the oven. Tori had to admit she was jealous because soon Portia would be the one enjoying roasting away in the oven.

Her mother saw the envy on her daughters eyes and added "Well, you know. We did get a bigger oven after we roasted the last ham. It can totally fit both of you for a double roast. Either way your sister isn't getting out of this punishment."

Tori had always regretted not being able to cooking with Amelia and now she has the chance to cook with her own sister? How could she ever pass this up?!

"Well, I guess I need to finish basting myself." Tori giggled as she started to baste herself.

"Make it fast because now we need to get you in the oven sooner if I want you both ready by dinner."

It wasn't long before Tori was ready, most of the glaze was on her chest, legs, and arms anyway so all she really needed to get was her back which she asked her sister for help with. Who was all too eager to help while trying to get a bit of revenge.

"Alight my meats, enough playing. Tori, your bigger so you get on first. Lie down on your back and bring your knee up to your chest. Portia you climb on top and spread your legs around your sisters butt. Great!" It was somewhat awkward, but Tori knew what her mother was aiming for.

Now the girls were stacked atop one other their small breasts pressing agents each other. Their lower lips kissing's to make a pussy sandwich. Mom grabbed some rope, folded Tori's arms and tied them so they couldn't move. Then tied Portia's writs together so her head would rest on them like a stand. Lastly she tied an the girls leg to hold them in place.

"You two just look so yummy! I can't wait to get a slice of this." Mom used a brush to tease their pussies. Just as the fun was getting started the oven walled saying it was hungry to cook the hamgirls. "Oh, well time to get you two in the oven. Here can you two share an apple?"

The apple was first shoved into Portia's mouth then once secure, Tori bit into it. Mom took a second to look over her work. they not only looked sexy, but absolutely mouth-watering.

Mom wanted to play with her food just a bit longer, maybe get them both off one last time before the end, but if they were to be done in time for dinner they would have to go in now. She slide the pan onto a special cart her husband made to help get the meat in the oven by herself. It had an adjustable height to take it from the counter to the oven with ease.

Mom opened the oven door and lined up the cart to slide her daughters in, "Alright you two have fun in there!" Just as she was about to push the girls in the phone rang. She closed the oven and walked away to answer the phone.

"Hello? Oh, Mattie! How are you? How is your sister Mary cooking?"

"Good, so what did you call to talk about?"

"Portia? Oh I'm sorry sweaty, I'm just about to put her and her sister into the oven."

"Well, I have a proposal for you since so sound so eager. It's my husband's birthday in a few days and seeing as I'm not going to have any daughters left after today. So I'm going to need some meat for his birthday roast. If your parents are okay with it, you can come over today have some sister ham and stay over to have some fun with me till I cook you up?"

"Okay, I can wait."

"They said it's okay? Great! Come over around 6, dinner should be ready just a little after that. See you then!"

There was a click as the phone was put back on the receiver. Mom walked back over to the waiting hams and once more opened the oven. "Sorry, about that time to get you two cookin!"

The girls were pushed into the waiting oven. The heat immediately enveloping them, ready and waiting to start roast the pair. Without a second word from their mother she shut the oven door and left the two inside. It wasn't long before the girls could feel themselves start to cook, their sweat mixed with their own juices and the glaze.

While Portia was still not very enthusiastic, her sister on the other hand was incredibly aroused by the whole ordeal. She started thrusting her hips to try and ease the itching building between her legs. It just felt too good to rub her pussy against her sister's. Even Portia started to thrust her own hip, it just started to feel really good.

Portia was still completely against being the main course for dinner, but she wasn't going to let something as small as that stop her from have a good time. Their moans of pleasure where muffled by the apple they shared, but it could still be heard from the outside. Mom laughed and was pleased her food was having a good time.

Both girls had lost track of time. The only thing that seemed to matter was how good they could make each other feel before the end. Just as Portia was about to reach her second climax the oven door was opened and a rush of cool air pushed past her pussy lips; sending her over the edge. Her mother chuckled, "Sorry to interrupt the fun. Just came to baste the meat to make sure it doesn't dry out."

A cool liquid was poured down Portia's head, back, and butt. It was the same glaze as earlier, but both girls could smell a mix of extra spices and pineapple juice. A quick brushing was used to spread it over every inch Mom could reach. When Portia thought it was all over and was ready to get back to fucking with her sister she felt something touch her butt, before it was roughly shoved inside.

"I forgot, you can't have an Easter roast without at least putting a carrot or two," This time Tori had the same done to her. This one sending her over the edge. "Haha, Well my job is done for now. You two look delicious and I can't wait to eat you both."

They where shoved back in before hearing the familiar sound of the oven being closed. Tori was still basking in the afterglow of orgasm, trying to get her hips to move again. Portia had already resumed rubbing their pussy against each other, but it was as if there was no energy left in Tori's body. It was hard with her only leverage being the ropes tied around her and her sister's legs.

With Portia still making her sister feel good, another orgasm could be felt building in Tori, but with feeling so weak Tori knew it would be her final one. This only served to turn her on even more. The heat, the smell of cooking ham, oils, spices, their breasts being squished together, the feeling of the carrot wiggling in her ass, and her sister with her relentless fucking. To Tori there was no better way to go.

Portia felt her sister buck under her, watching as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Twitching a few times before going completely limp. Portia couldn't lie to herself anymore, this was the best thing to ever happen to her. Watching her sister have her final orgasm was the hottest thing she had ever seen!

To know she it wasn't long before she'd follow in her big sisters footsteps. To rub her pussy against a cunt stake that used to belong to her sister. It sent her over the edge again. She sat there panting breathing in all the delectable scents of sisters roasting before starting back up again. It just felt too good to stop, and she knew she wouldn't until she had her final orgasm too.

Fortunately for her it was long as the knowledge of what she was rubbing her pussy against a cunt stake was just such a turn on for her. It sent her over the edge again and as she came the last thought to go though her head was, "It feels so good to be meat!"

Mom sat watching TV as her daughters cooked into meat. Excited for how they would taste when she finally pulled them out. Her mouth was watering just from thinking about it; she was so lost in her imagination that she jumped when the doorbell range.

Getting up from the couch she walked to the front door. When she opened it she found a naked girl on her patio. "Hello, Mattie! You're a little early aren't you?"

"Yeah, my parents didn't want to hold onto someone's else food so they had my brother drop me off." Mattie waved to a man sitting in a car, he waved back before pulling away.

"Ah, well there was nothing good on TV anyway. I was need a toy to play with." Mom grinned as she looked her later meal over.

******

When Dad arrived home he found his wife in the kitchen. "Welcome home! Dinner is just about ready, can you and Mattie finish setting the table while I get everything done in here?"

"Sure, where is Portia?"

"Oh, I had did a double roast today! So she went into the oven with her sister. I'm just about to pull them out."

"Oh, that sounds delicious!" He left the room and went to set the table with Mattie.

Mom opened the oven door and pulled out the two roasted hams. Their skin was a lovely golden brown. Steam rolled off their skin, she licked her lips in anticipation. She slide the roasts into the cart again and raised it so she could easily decorate the hams.

She placed the Pineapples rings she had made earlier going down the hams back and two on the top of its rump. Using toothpicks to hold them in place and topping each toothpick with a cherry. Lastly she laid down a ring of garnish. She grabbed some cutting utensils, then wheeled the main course into the dining room.

Mattie had just finished setting the last plate when the roast sisters moved from cart to the table. "Perfect!" Cheered Mom ash she took her seat next to her husband.

Grace was quickly said and as Mom made the first cuts into Portia's rump Dad asked "So, um. Mattie, right? What brings you over today?"

"I'm your pig!"

He raised an eye, "She is your birthday roast! Before Portia was put into the oven she called some friends to see if any of them would take her place. Mattie was out at the time so she didn't hear till I was about to shove them in the oven."

"Ah, I see. I'm glad you can join us!"

"I'm sure you are, and in more ways than one I take?" She giggled at him.

He laughed, "Well,"

"Well before we can have any fun with our little pet, you need to sit and have some dinner first. I worked really hard to have this done in time for when you got home."

"Yes, thank you dear. This smells and looks absolutely delicious!"

What are Sisters for? [BONUS ENDING]



It's finally here! Mattie was so excited, it had been several days since Easter, after the double roasted feast and it was now her turn to be the main course! It had been fun being Mrs. B's plaything/pet she didn't really know what she was. It varied from hour to hour as one moment she would be a thing the next a pet. Not that it mattered anymore; Mattie would miss the hours of being blindfolded, tied up, a vibrator tapped between her legs, or going on walks with a leash and caller around her neck, but it was time to move on.

Mrs. B, or Mistress as she liked to be called was holding a spit and giving a proposal on how Mattie was going to be cooked, "So what do you think? I'm sure my husband will love a good 'old fashion spit roast! I used his mother recipe to make the BBQ sauce too."

"It sounds like an awesome idea, but I don't know why you're asking me. I'm just meat, so I don't really get to have an opinions." Truth be told, Mattie was extremely in favor of spit roasting. The idea she would be wiggling on a pole as she cooked was an unbelievable thrill.

Mrs. B laughed, "True, very true. Well alright my meat, I guess we shouldn't wait any longer. Come on outside, it's time to get you over the coals!"

It soon was evident that Mrs. B had the same idea as there was already a hot bed of coals waitingoutside. It was so exciting, to go from person to toy, pet, and back, to meat all within the span of a week. Soon there would be a metal pole running though her and she would be rotating over a hot fire cooking away. She wanted so bad to stick her finger between her legs, but resisted the urge.

"Alright,.. honey! Can you come here and help me real quick? I'm outside."

Moments latter Mr. B join the pair outside, donning his birthday suit, "Ah, a good 'old fashion spit roast. I like it!"

"I knew you would," she smiled happy that he really did like her choice, "Can you hold the meat down, on the table while I shove the spit though?"

"Sure thing!"

Mattie was shoved face first onto the table and held in place, she was doing her best not to resist. It was a little hard not to, as she was claustrophobic and being held down so forcefully made her naturally want to resist. Again, she was meat and her feelings didn't matter and when she felt the cold point of the spit touch the entrance to her butt. She quickly forgot about being held down. Mattie would have liked the spit to have been shoved into the other hole for obvious reasons, but again being meat her wants weren't anyone's concern.

As the spit made its way inside, Mattie was fighting the urge to move or fight it. While it was still painful it wasn't quite what she had imagined. Maybe it was just the adrenaline or she was just too turn on. Whatever the case she was glad it only hurt as much as it did.

She coughed as she felt the spit reach the back of her throat, "tilt the meat's head back!" Cried Mrs. B.

Mr. B grabbed Mattie's hair and pulled her head back. She didn't know which was better, the feeling of her hair being pulled or watching the tip of the spit exit between her lips. Either way no one was complaining.

"Perfect, here is some cooking twine! You get the arms I got the legs." Mattie was quickly tied up, barely able to wiggle. Arms behind her back and legs stretched full length parallel to the pole.

Each grabbed an end and the two lifted the spit roast into the air carrying the meat over to the pit. Mattie felt her body hefted up by the pole and watched herself carried closer and closer to the large cooking fire between two Y beams. With easy the two positioned the spit on the guide poles, setting her over the fire.

Mattie was immediately overwhelmed by the heat that she tried to break free out of instinct, managing to only jiggle and fidget on her spit. Both Mr. and Mrs. B commented on their foods pole dancing and how it was extremely sexy. Then Mrs. B went back inside and brought out a large bucket with two basting brushes.

"Oh, is that my mom's BBQ sauce recipe? Did I ever tell you how much I love you?"

"Maybe," Mr. B kissed his wife on the cheek before take one of the brushes, dunking it into the sauce, and basting the wiggling roast. Mattie enjoyed the feeling of the cool sticky substance being spread over her skin. While it only eased the heat of the fire for a few moments the feeling of the brush on her skin was to die for.

Once they had coated most of Mattie's backside Mr. B hooked Mattie's spit up to a motor had flipped her right side up and the two again began basting. For the hungry couple it was fun making their food thrash about when they coated a sensitive spot. It was obvious the food was very much enjoying itself. When all of the roast's body was covered in the baste they Turned the motor back on to continue rotating Mattie so that she was cooked evenly.

Watching the girl wiggle and attempt to fuck her spit got Mrs. B excited and looking down she found that she wasn't the only one either. Putting one arm around her husband and using the other to grab a hold of his stiff member she giggled and with a very sensual voice and asked, "So other then dinner is there anything else I can do for your birthday?"

He smiled and said, "In fact," before grabbing a hold of his wife and beginning to have his way with her. Mattie watching the world spin, listening to the couple have a fun time just off to the side as she was turn over the coals. Hearing them get off to her slowly cooking body only served to get her more exited making her wiggle and writhe on her spit more.

It just felt so good to be meat that Mattie quickly lost track of time. For her the only things that mattered anymore was how many times she could get off before she died. Occasionally Mr. and Mrs. B would take time from their love making to baste the roast. Making sure the food got its just rewards before going back to their very passionate, and very loud love making.

As time dragged on while experiencing one orgasm after another mixed with the smell of cooking meat, the heat of the flame, the moans of pleasure from Mrs. B. Mattie's world got smaller, and smaller, and soon all that she knew was it felt good to be cooked. That if she became food she could feel even better. So it was no surprise that when she felt the fork sink into her, that it caused Mattie to experience her biggest orgasm yet.

Mattie jerked, and hard. Stretching as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her making her tremble. For the lover birds it was quite a thing to watch. Her butt jiggled and her small nipples wiggled on the little orbs of meat. If anything it make the already energetic love making to become even more passionate.

Soon Mattie began to relax, her eyes slowly rolling into the back of her head. A look of pure ecstasy on her face. She twitched a for several more minutes before eventually going limp.

As for Mr. and Mrs. B they didn't notice. They were too caught up in making their next piglet to notice. It wouldn't be long though, soon they would be enjoying spit roasted girl meat and wondering how to bring up the next generation of food.