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Eating Pussy, Part 3

   by Willy Smith, willywilly19008@yahoo.com



   I arrived back home just before daylight after a long, thoughtful drive.
My life had just been turned around by the actions instigated by my sister
and cousin, and I was both confused and saddened by the past few days.  I
was ravenously hungry and my eyes were red from days without sleep and
bouts of crying on the drive back.  My body was a wreck and my mind was
about to shut down.  All I wanted was my bed in the living quarters of the
barn behind the large old house.

   I pulled up under the canopy by the end of the barn and noticed Sam was
out before I parked the truck.  He had been sleeping most of the way south,
and had only roused himself when I stopped for gas or food.  The last place
I went inside to eat, he had looked out over the bed and then crawled up
under the tool box.  The sun hadn't broken into the sky yet and it was
damp. I guessed he was tired from his eclectic vacation.

   Everything looked the same as it had when I left except there were four
or five vehicles I did not recognize, and the lights were on in my rooms at
the end of the barn.  A car which looked like one of the twins' cars was
parked where I usually put my truck.  As I shut off the truck lights I saw
movement inside what served as my small living room, and the overhead light
inside was extinguished.  I didn't expect anyone there, but often one of my
sisters would invite people down for a weekend and put them up with me.  In
the past year they had become much more protective of me, or maybe it was a
bit possessive, or at least it had seemed so.

   In the shed next to the barn I took out a plastic tarp and covered the
back of the truck.  It looked like it could rain and I was simply too tired
to take everything out.  All of Mary's stuff, along with my cousin Kay's
personal property was at the bottom of the lake about a mile from where the
girls were at the bottom of the lake.  I had the coordinates and reminded
myself to check the map and see if they were in the United States or in
Canada.  The great lake bordered each country and I did not know for sure.

   Sam had run to the doghouse and was acting like he wanted to sleep when
I put the key into the door, wondering what I would tell my other sisters
and cousins about Mary and Kay.

   I pushed open the door and turned on the overhead light and threw down
my small overnight bag onto the table.  A noise across the room focused my
attention, and over the top of the couch I saw a head pop up and look in my
direction.  I recognized the attractive girl with short brown hair from
photos I had been shown by Renee, Kay's younger sister, who with her twin
Amanda lived in the big three-story family home above the barn and nestled
into the large trees at the edge of a thousand acres of woods we owned. 
Our compound was completely fenced and I had just arrived on the two-mile
long drive that led in from the front gate.

   "You must be Arlene Visser," I told her, looking around for any other
surprises.

   "I am, Billy." she replied, her Dutch accent only slightly noticeable in
the three-word sentence.  "I guess you recognize me from photos as I did
you.  Renee said you were hot, and she was right."

   Arlene stood, and as she did the blanket around her shoulder slipped off
revealing her white thong as her only clothing.  Her breasts weren't the
first thing I noticed on her bare body, only because the tattoos were so
strange as to draw my eyes to them.  As she picked up a blouse and slipped
it on I saw there were dotted lines drawn around each breast with
lettering, and a dotted line from the center of her chest which reached
down below the elastic of her thong.  She fastened two of the buttons and
walked to me, her hand extended.

   As I grasped her hand she asked, "Are you hungry?  There are eggs and
ham in the refrigerator and I could fix it for you."

   The prospect of food sounded good and I nodded my head.

   "Renee and I have been staying down here while you were gone, but last
night all the girls had a family meeting so I guess she stayed up there
with Amanda.  Renee and I have been writing for so long, and when she asked
me to come visit I was so excited.  She said she wanted me to do her a
favor, and Kelly even paid for my airline ticket.  My sister Anne was going
to come, too, but she was finishing an art course at the university in
Amsterdam."

   Kelly was an older sister who had taken over running the house since the
deaths of our parents.

   I couldn't think of any reason for a meeting so I asked her what it was
about.

   Arlene shrugged her shoulders.

   "It was something about the favor Renee asked of me, but they have been
secretive about it.  Renee shouldn't worry about me saying no, because we
have been such good friends through the mail and phone calls I'd do
anything for her."

   "Anything?" I asked, thinking of all the surprises of the last month.

   "I can't think of anything I'd refuse," she said.

   "Well, all I need is something to eat, a shower, and about ten hours in
bed."

   "In bed?"



   "I mean to sleep.  I've been on the road all night."

   "Oh!" She looked at me and her face turned red.

   "How do you want your eggs?" she asked.

   "Scrambled, with some meat."

   "There's bacon," she said.  "Anything else will take a little doing, and
you then might have to cook it yourself."

   "Thanks," I told her as I walked to the front door, pondering her last
statement.  I would feed Sam and then take a shower.  By then my breakfast
would be ready.

   She walked across to the compact kitchen and opened the refrigerator as
I closed the door to the outside and walked to the truck for the dog food.
As I reached into the cooler under the tarp I took out a small package
which represented the last of Kay which the wolf had missed and decided it
was a good time to get rid of the evidence.  I hated to think of her that
way, but she had called the shots and I wanted to protect myself.  I
grabbed the bowl and put the food into it and walked to the dog house and
set it in front.

   Sam walked out wagging his tail and quickly gulped down the slices of
thigh meat like it was canned dog food.  I hoped he wasn't getting
accustomed to eating girls.  He peed against a fence post and then went
back inside his big red house.

   Next, I took out the cooler and dumped the ice and water onto the
ground, poured in some clorox and filled it the rest of the way with water.
I grabbed the stainless steel bowl and put it in the cooler and went back
in the apartment.

   Arlene was putting toast in the toaster when I came in, and she turned
to me.  "Do you want to shower before you eat?  If you do, I'll just wait
to cook the eggs."

   "Yes, I smell like a dog.  Sam's been riding up front most of the way."

   I walked into the bathroom and began to peel off my clothes.  The
bathroom was really spacious compared to the size of the apartment because
I liked the space for the separate shower and the whirlpool bath.  I turned
on the shower and decided the check myself for ticks.  As I threw my
clothes into the hamper the door opened and Arlene stuck her head in the
door.

   She unashamedly looked my naked body over and asked in matter-of-fact
manner, "Do you want me to wash your back?"

   It didn't take me long to answer in the affirmative, and as I walked to
the shower she slipped off the long-sleeved shirt she was wearing and
followed me.  Her body was that of an athlete, and as she pulled off her
thong I saw that the tattooed line ran from just below her sternum all the
way to her clit which was visible on her shaved pubes.

   I stepped into the shower and she followed me in and closed the glass
door behind us.  The water was warm and my prick was growing as I turned to
face her seventeen-year-old body.  She looked at my prick and back to my
face and smiled at me as she grabbed the soap.

   "In Holland we are much more sexually liberated than in the United
States.  At my high school we have coed showers and nobody thought anything
of it."

   "That might mean we have different expectations," I said.  "When a
beautiful, naked woman gets into the shower with me I might think enough of
it to perhaps lose my manners."

   She smiled at me and started putting soap on the washcloth.  "You know
Billy, I just met you, but I'd not turn you down for anything any more than
I'd say no to Renee.  That's because Renee asked me to take care of you if
she or any of your sisters or cousins weren't around."

   "I never thought of myself as needing a caretaker," I told her.

   "They are interested in your welfare because you are the only man to
carry on the name, and they want to make sure you do that."

   I quickly thought of my cousin Mike, who had been the only son of my
father's older brother.  His dad, my Uncle Patrick, had died long ago in
Vietnam.  Mike had been raised without a father and had been wild in his
youth, wild enough to go to a country airport at night after drinking all
weekend with his girlfriend.  They had stolen an airplane with no flight
instruction other than the technical manual, and had crashed it into a lake
while engaged in sex.  At least that was surmised as they were both nude
when the bodies were recovered.

   That was several years ago, in the same summer just before Mary had
sucked my dick during a rainstorm at a picnic.  Now, I had twenty-one
sisters, aunts, and cousins and I was the only guy.  Two weeks ago they
numbered twenty-three, but you know that story.  Since Mike's death, I had
been protected and coddled by my family until I was getting used to it.  I
hadn't figured out everything I knew about the situation with Mary and Kay,
but I was sure there had been more than I was told.

   Arlene had me bend down and she squirted shampoo into my hair.  Bent
over, I was close to her magnificent breasts and as she started washing my
hair they began to sway back and forth in front of my eyes.  There were
circles of dotted lines around each breast at their bases, and small
lettering next to the lines which stated, To Remove Insert Blade and Cut
Along Dotted Line.

   She washed and rinsed my hair, and in the few minutes it took my cock
was hard and stood out straight, brushing her belly as she swayed and
leaned toward me.  Each touch of my cock to her belly caused me to be more
and more excited, and I heard her giggle as her nipples hardened and
brushed over my chest.

   "My goodness, Billy, what's come over you?" she asked.

   I cleared my throat and replied, "What you should be asking is 'What's
going to come all over me?"

   "Are you suggesting you might erupt on me?  If so, you need to let me
get on my knees."

   "Damn, girl, how old are you?"

   "I'm seventeen, Master, and in Holland that's old enough for me to
participate in any activity from sex to assisted suicide."

   "I'm game," I said to her.  "Anything you want to do now?"

   "Sex is okay now.  You can help kill me later."

   At that moment I sensed I had lost a lot of my shyness in the past few
weeks.  A month ago I would have handled all this differently, but today I
threw a towel on the floor of the shower and said, "You can kneel down on
that."

   Arlene did just that, grabbing my dick with the soapy washcloth and
stroking it back and forth, cleaning the head and shaft before she followed
it with her face and took it into her mouth, letting it touch the back of
her throat as her cheeks drew in with her strong sucking motion.

   She pulled it from her throat and said, "You can shoot your come into my
mouth.  I'm a swallower." When she put it back all I could do was moan my
answer.

   She then scooted back against the wall of the shower, under the
stainless steel towel rack.  It was natural for me to grab the rack for
balance, and it gave me better purchase to move my hips.  She leaned her
head back against the tiles and I began to slide my cock in and out more
quickly and to increase the friction she eased her lips tighter against the
top and bottom without her teeth touching my skin.  When at last I felt my
balls tighten and my sperm shoot into her throat, she sucked harder and
swallowed several times until I had drained myself.

   I was light headed from being up all night and being treated to a
superior blowjob and I slid down onto the large plastic chair which had
been deposited by some family member who wanted me to be safe in the
shower. Arlene sat down across my legs and put her right arm around my
neck. She had come leaking around the sides of her lips and I moved my
mouth to her closest nipple and sucked on it.

   As I tongued her breast my face was close to the small blue x in the
center of her sternum.  It marked the beginning of the dotted line which
ran down through her navel and disappeared between her meaty lips.  My eyes
followed the edge of the line to the small tattooed letters which read,
"Cut Along Entire Dotted Line And Remove Contents.  Stuff According To
Taste And Close With Thread."

   Where had I seen those directions carried out in the past week?  For
some reason the awareness of it made my dick hard again, and as it rose it
came closer to her pussy.  She moved around on my legs and guided the tip
toward her cunt with her left hand.  She spread her legs a slightly and it
entered her canal and she put down all her weight.  She held me tightly and
I began to fuck her as she moved her ass around on my legs.  In moments, we
both climaxed and she let out little moans, closing her blue eyes and
shaking as if she had caught a chill.  I bit down on her nipple and she let
out a cry of anguish and squeezed my neck tighter.

   "Like fucking, do you?" I asked.

   "I like fucking you, Billy.  After that, you can do me whenever you
want."

   For the first time, I kissed her as our bodies wound down from the
incredible sexual experience.  I had to ask her, though, even as I thought
I might know the answer.

   "May I ask you about the tattoos on your belly?"

   "Sure, you can do whatever you want.  It's your living quarters."

   "Okay, what do they mean?"

   "Let me answer," she said, "by asking a question.  What happened when
you looked down and read the words next to the dotted line?"

   I thought for a bare second of time.  "I got hard again, almost
immediately."

   "And that's one of the reason the words and dotted lines are there.  It
makes a man hard because it helps liberate any inhibitions he may have.  He
knows he's the dominant animal and it's instant hard-on."

   "Whose idea was that?" I asked.

   "Actually it was Renee, and she heard it from your older sister Kelly.
She told me about it on the phone and I thought it was a good idea.  My
sister Anna does tattoos and I had her do it about three months ago. 
You're the first person who has seen it during sex, other than...well,
maybe I'll tell you later.  Anyway, it works better than I expected."

   "Is that the main reason you did it?  I mean, the tattoos on your
breasts, are they the same?  To make a man hard?"

   "Yes" she sighed and smiled.  "Of course.  They're directions, too, in
case anyone might need them.  Anna told me that was silly, because if a man
wanted to cut off my tits all he needed was a blade.  They're soft and
would come right off.  What do you think, Billy, that is if you wanted
them?"

   "I don't know.  I guess it wouldn't take much.  I'd have to catch you
first."

   Arlene laughed.  "This is all hypothetical, you understand, but how far
would you have to chase a girl to cut off her tits when she had the
directions tattooed on them exactly how to do it?"

   I was trying to think of an answer when I heard the door slam in the
living room and voices calling our names.  I sure didn't want to tell
Arlene that the last time I saw a girl's breast cut off, the girl herself
held it out so the knife could get close to her chest.

   The bathroom door opened and I could tell it was Kelly and Renee from
the sounds.  It would be obvious what we were doing behind the glass
enclosure, and my intimate experiences of late with another sister and
cousin caused me to not care what they thought of our activities.  My
little fishless fishing trip had done much to change my attitude, and I had
to be careful because all the girls were intelligent and perceptive.  I had
vowed I would not tell anyone of Mary's and Kay's fate, and the calmer I
was, the better off we would all be.

   Kelly walked directly to the glass door and pulled it open.  Arlene and
I were naked, with her on my lap and my cock slowly slipping out.  As I
said, I was desensitized and embarrassment was not an option.  I could see
Renee looking at us over Kelly's shoulder, and a slight grin was growing on
her face.  Renee was somewhat of a smart ass and this would not be a
surprise to be kept as a secret.  Arlene stood and my cock fell loosely
between my legs.  Giving up all hope of modesty, I stood up next to her and
faced the girls.

   "Billy," said Kelly, "we didn't even know you were home until we got
down here after the meeting.  We came down to go over what we talked about
at the house with Arlene, but she will have to compose herself so we'll
just let the two of you dress and we will go to the other room."

   "Kelly, if you don't mind, you and Renee can fix Billy some bacon and
eggs," said Arlene.  " I was getting ready to do it but I had to wash his
back."

   "Of course we will," both women answered in unison and closed the door
behind them.

   I grabbed two dry towels from a shelf and handed one to my new lover. 
She took hers and began to dry me off, so I just waited until she was
finished and did the same to her.  She had a magnificent body, with larger
breasts that sagged not at all, lithe legs and a flat stomach which shouted
fitness.  Her cunt was completely shaved, and aside from the tattoos her
skin was unblemished.  Her shoulders were wide, her waist narrow, and her
hips hinted at good breeding characteristics.  Arlene was about five feet,
eleven inches, the top her head coming to about my eyes, but she was only
seventeen and still needed some slight maturation and she would turn into a
stunning woman.

   As I rubbed the thick towel over her body, I began to read again and
realized my cock was being called to life by the words.

   "Arlene, under what circumstances would I follow the directions on your
belly?"

   Like a teacher she answered.  "If you first followed the directions on
my breasts, you might wish to finish butchering me.  You'd have to gut me,
and then stuff me.  If you didn't, my belly would swell and burst in the
fire.  It's not the act that gets you hard, it's the idea you could
actually do it that arouses you.  It's all just exciting semantics."

   "What fire?" I asked.

   "The cooking fire, of course."

   I pulled on a pair of shorts and handed Arlene a robe.  Then we walked
out to the living quarters where Kelly was cooking and Renee was drinking a
soda at the table.  We pulled out two chairs and sat down with Renee, and
Kelly walked to me and put down an oval plate of six slices of fatback,
three eggs, and two biscuits.  The condiments were already set out, so
Kelly seated herself in the fourth chair.

   I began to wolf down the groceries, and Kelly got up and poured coffee
for herself and then refilled my cup.  Arlene joined Renee with a soft
drink.  When Kelly sat down she looked at each of us and said, "Now, about
the family meeting."

   Kelly was another beautiful woman who had not found her position in the
world and had come home to run the home place.  She had gone off to college
at seventeen, graduated, and joined the Army at twenty-two.  She had been
home now for about one year, and after having been a Captain in the Signal
Corps it was just a natural thing for her to be in charge.  She never
deferred to our oldest sister because Karen had married such a jerk.  Kelly
was the sister who had become most protective of me, and often she would
grill me when I started to drive away from the place to make sure I wasn't
going someplace dangerous.

   Anyway, Kelly wanted to talk about what they had all decided at the
meeting I had no advance knowledge of.  She started by addressing me.

   "Billy, do you have any idea where Mary and Kay have gotten off to?"

   I shook my head.  "No, I saw them in town when I was leaving to go
fishing and they were arguing about whether to go to Florida, or come with
me.  I told them Jacksonville Beach was where they needed to be.  I
couldn't imagine having them with me on the lake.  They would fight, and
I'd have never caught any fish."

   Kelly pondered that.  "So you caught fish, huh?"

   "I caught a few, but I cooked them at camp," I told her, not fearing the
lie.

   "I see," she replied.

   Then, to all of us, in a way of some explanation, she said, "As you
know, we have been trying to come up with a way to get some more Y DNA into
our family, and with Billy the last member of the family to pass on the
name, as well as the genes, we have been forced to institute some devious
planning."

   I just listened, but with what I actually knew about the last few weeks
I kept quiet.

   "Renee," Kelly said, looking at our cousin, "fill them in on the
discussions."

   Renee took Arlene's hand in hers and spoke softly.

   "It was decided that we would have a family celebration to sort of
cement our commitment to our shared goal, and to do so we would have to do
something which would both symbolize our thinking and prevent anyone of the
family from changing their minds a bout our plans.  The first idea was to
use either Amanda or me at the celebration, but Kelly and the others
decided my sister and I would better serve as producers because we are
twins and only cousins to Billy."

   I stopped Renee there.

   "What in the hell are you talking about, Renee?" I had almost forgotten
my food.

   "We get all the genetic qualities, but less chances of problems if you
breed us, Billy, rather than one of your sisters.  We want the family to go
on."

   "You want to have a baby with me?" I asked, looking around the table.

   Kelly held up her hand.  "Yes, Billy, also with some of your aunts and
other sisters, including me.  We want to do the breeding within the family,
then if that works we will reach out beyond the family with any boy
children and with you."

   Renee spoke to Arlene.  "Remember what we talked about?"

   Arlene nodded.  "Of course, and my answer is the same.  I understand you
are more valuable for your purpose, and as your close friend I agree."

   Kelly spoke again.

   "Arlene, you understand we will want to use you if you agree to it.?"

   "Yes," she said, as she crossed her legs under the glass table.  "It's
kind of strange, but in a way it will be a sacrifice that is for the
greater good.  Also, in a way it sort of gets the adrenaline up." Arlene
grabbed her robe by the collar and pulled it tight.  I knew she was naked
underneath, and I could see her nipples standing erect under the light
cotton garment.

   My head was turning back and forth, listening to this conversation, and
I began to conclude, with a queasy feeling in my gut, that I might
understand this.  I hoped I was wrong, but things were beginning to come
together.

   "You've completely lost me," I said to the three of them.

   Renee took my hand, then Arlene's and held each one in hers so that the
three of us were joined as she said, "Billy, we are going to have a cookout
tomorrow night, and to the end that it keeps us altogether we are going to
have an exotic menu that none of us will be able to discuss outside the
family.  We will be connected to each others safety by our silence.  It
will make us a stronger group which will be unable to stray from its
purpose.  If she agrees, Arlene will be on the menu."

   "Shit," was all I could say.  I looked at each of them and saw that
Arlene was the only one who was smiling.  She was breathing hard, as was
Renee, and Kelly was nervously biting her lip.  I had never seen Kelly that
outwardly emotional about anything.

   Kelly looked at Arlene and asked, "Arlene, do you know what we want of
you?"

   "I suppose you want to follow the directions on my tits and belly that
my sister put there.  Is that true?"

   Kelly nodded, "That's correct."

   "Then I guess we are in agreement," answered Arlene.  "Tomorrow will see
me roasted like a pig.  I wish my sister could be here."

   "Who's going to do this?" I asked.

   "Any of us who want to," said Kelly.

   "Billy, I want you to help," said Arlene.  "I really like you and Renee,
and I want the two of you to butcher me, and Kelly to supervise the
cooking. And I'll help as much as I can, seeing that it's my last effort to
do a good job at anything."

   It was at that point I think that Kelly decided I knew what happened to
Mary and Kay.  I can't say they had all talked about it, but I believe it
was my lack of real surprise at the turn of events that gave her the clues
she needed.

   "Okay, Arlene, tell us what you want us to do." said Kelly.

   "I think you have everything you need in the barn.  Didn't you used to
clean deer and slaughter cattle and pigs here?  If you can butcher a four
hundred kilogram cow, you shouldn't have any problem with the slaughter of
a fifty-two kilogram, seventeen-year-old Dutch girl."

   Arlene drew us a word picture of her last day.

   "When we get ready, it will be easiest if we do this inside, away from
prying eyes.  You'll have to gut me and wash me out for cleanliness, then I
guess you could put me on the big barbecue rack on the outside fireplace
where the blacksmith tools are in the shed.  If you have a fondue pot and
some cheese, you can cut off my tits for appetizers and cook them in little
pieces on small spears while you wait for me to finish on the grill." She
looked around at us, then continued.

   "After the fire is lit, I'll crawl up onto the big table and turn on my
side.  Billy can take the knife and follow the directions on my belly. 
I'll lay still and he can put the point of the knife at the x on my chest
and make a slight incision down the dotted line into my pussy.  The cut
can't go into my intestines, but will have to open me up all the way. 
Then, you can put you hands in and pull out everything that's digestive
tract and the other parts that make me a girl."

   "Arlene," I shouted.  "What are you talking about?  You're talking like
you don't care if we kill you."

   Arlene took my hand again and pushed the others away.

   "Of course I care if I die, but the cause is greater than me, and let's
face it, the excitement almost made me come when I was just talking about
it.  Putting the action to words is so gratifying, I can't imagine what the
act will be like.  It's good, Billy.  I'm so excited."

   I sat back in my chair, then looked at Kelly.  Her face was impassive,
but she glanced at me as if trying to tell me something."

   "It's the middle of the morning and we have a lot of work to do before
tomorrow afternoon," said Kelly.  Renee, you and Billy stay down here with
Arlene until it's time for her."

   Renee looked thoughtful, then added, "I think we need to get started
with the preparations this evening, right after dark.  That will give us
all day to rest up, and we can get the meat ready so when Kelly comes down
tomorrow morning we can get started cooking."

   Kelly rose to depart.  She looked at the three of us, then asked me,
"Billy, you haven't said much.  Do you have any questions?"

   I didn't have any, so when she got up she asked me to step outside with
her.

   Under the awning, she looked around the property, then to the inside
locked gate.  I could tell she was trying to choose her words carefully.

   "Billy," she said, "Where did you go fishing?"

   "Oh, up to one of the big lakes on the border." I told her, trying to be
vague.

   "Come on, Little Brother, you haven't asked one question about Arlene,
and you are just being too unconcerned about what was said inside.  Had any
experience with things like that?"

   I just bowed my head and looked at the toes of my bare feet.

   "You weren't at all surprised by what Arlene said she wanted you to do.
You don't have to be so quiet about it.  They volunteered to go with you,
and made up the ruse.  I was just hoping at least one of them would come
with you so you wouldn't be alone on the trip back.  I was hoping Kay would
be with you as we needed her for breeding, she being a cousin instead of a
sister like Mary and me."

   I still just stared at my feet, but then glanced at her.  I was
beginning to get mad, but what could I say.  She was telling me that Mary
and Kay had gone with me, and they needed the circumstance of their strange
relationship to convince me of the need to prepare me for what was going to
happen next.  My sister and my first cousin were dead just to help me
through the process of keeping the family intact by cannibalism and incest.

   Finally, I asked her, "Did you and the others decide all this for me
just to keep the family going?"

   "Yes, we did," Kelly said.  "Because we all have a sort of cocoon of
protection woven around you, and we need you before anyone else to keep the
genes of the family going."

   I shook my head.  What could I say, it was obvious this was important
enough for some to sacrifice their lives, and others to commit incest with
me, or both.  Beside that, I had enjoyed fucking Mary and Kay, and I had
enjoyed it with Arlene, also.  I wasn't going to run out of sexual partners
anytime soon so I decided to just go along with it.  I couldn't go to the
authorities because of my willing participation in helping Mary and Kay be
consumed, and when I thought of slicing off their breasts my cock began to
harden.

   Kelly looked at me as if expecting me to nod in agreement.  Instead, I
took her hand and said, "Walk to the barn with me."

   She followed along behind me taking short steps, her hiking boots making
tiny puffs of dust rise up as she followed a little behind me, almost as if
she was now an obedient little girl instead of a former Company Commander.

   At the rear of the big barn, we walked past the fire pit which many
years ago had been used as a smithy, where family feasts had been cooked by
our parents, and where a new feast would be soon be prepared by us.  I
opened up the walking door into the barn and turned on the bright
florescent lights which ran the length of the structure.  Kelly followed me
in.

   Parallel to the wall, there was an old hitching rail about ten feet long
where animals had once been tied, and I leaned up against it.  Kelly stood
directly in front of me and looked up into my face with her bright blue
eyes.  She appeared pensive, and when she spoke it was with a small voice.

   "Which one went first, Billy?  Was it Mary of Kay?"

   I didn't answer right away, and, exasperated, she added, "We talked
about this before you left, and I knew it was possible one of them might
not come back."

   "Kay was the first," I said.

   "Tell me about it," Kelly pleaded "I planned much of all this, but I've
no experience with the how of it, at least not much."

   "What do you mean by 'Not much?" I asked her, now curious.

   "If I tell you about it, will you spare no details of Mary and Kay?"

   "Okay," I said.  Then I told her the story, about Sam eating portions,
about me fucking them, and even how Mary held her breast as I sliced it for
the frying pan.  I told her where the remains had been placed into the
lake, and even how much Sam and the wolf enjoyed fucking our sister and
cousin.

   I wondered about what my beautiful older sister was going to relate.  We
weren't missing any relatives, so it made me marvel about the situation
where she had received any knowhow about barbecuing people.

   "It was in the desert," she said.  "I was twenty-four years old and was
a Platoon Leader.  We were putting up communication wires in an area where
the terrorists tore them down as soon as they were fixed, and several of
the Humvees were parked at the side of a road about half way between two
villages in the south, near the edge of the British Zone.  Three teenaged
girls came up, dressed in traditional clothes but they seemed friendly. 
Two of the girls stayed to speak to me and my platoon sergeant, a man named
Suarez who had immigrated to the United States from the Yucatan in Mexico.
The other girl walked to a group of soldiers about one-hundred feet away
who were laying out gear, and I could tell she was really flirting.  That
should have told me something, but it didn't."

   "Suarez was watching them, and he lit a cigarette and he was sliding his
lighter back into his blouse pocket when an explosion knocked us down.  The
third girl had detonated her explosive belt, and when we got to our feet
and subdued the other two girls we had five men and one woman dead, along
with two wrecked vehicles."

   "What did you do." I asked.

   "I was too stunned to do anything, but Suarez put the two girls
back-to-back and tied their throats together with plastic cuffs."

   "We didn't have any wounded, but there were dead to take care of.  We
sent the medical Humvee back to the base with the bodies, and as it got
dark, Suarez asked if he could question the prisoners his way.  I was too
pissed off to care about the girls, and we really needed to know where the
bombs came from, so I told Sergeant Suarez to do whatever he needed."

   Kelly was telling this story, facing me now with her eyes half closed.

   "Suarez said to me, 'We need to figure out which of these girls speak
English the best so we know how to proceed."

   "One of the girls laughed at us and almost choked both of them.  She
told us they both spoke English and we could go back to hell with our dead
comrades.  I lit a cigarette and walked away while Suarez pulled the girls
behind a high wall that had once enclosed a big house."

   "What happened then?" I asked my sister.

   "After about ten minutes I sent two other soldiers around to help him.
One was a Private named Annie Cooper.  She came back in about ten minutes
and just stood next to me, acting nervous."

   Kelly sighed and leaned forward against me.  I put my arms around her
and pulled her close, felling her warmth.

   "Annie said I needed to walk around there and see Sergeant Suarez,' said
Kelly, looking up at me.  " I didn't get any feeling of urgency, but
walking with her Annie told me she supposed we would soon hear everything
we wanted to know.  When we got there I could see why."

   Kelly pushed her hips against me and hugged me tightly.

   "Sergeant Suarez had the oldest girl, the one who spoke to us, sitting
on a big stone with her hands tied behind her back.  She was terrified,
looking at the two other soldiers there with Suarez as the Sergeant put a
small pan onto a camp stone.  The other girl, the youngest, was standing,
nude, with her arms pulled behind her and fastened with more of the plastic
ties.  Her feet were tied the same way and she had to stand erect to keep
from falling.  She was beautiful by any standards and was trying to talk
past the tape over her mouth."

   "Did you try to stop him from whatever he was doing?" I asked.

   Kelly ground her crotch into mine and shook her head.

   "No, I had lost six soldiers, and I saw two more of the explosive belts
on the ground.  These weren't innocent Arab girls, they were killers." Then
she added, "And so were we."

   "Suarez looked at me, and I nodded at him.  He went back to his
business."

   "He told the oldest girl that when she decided to tell us where the
bombs came from, and who made them, he would stop."

   "Suarez, then took his sharpened bayonet, and grabbed the standing girl
by the breast, WE all looked at him with disbelief as he cut off the nipple
and some of the flesh.  The girl screamed and fell to the ground as Suarez
used the spongy flesh to grease the pan.  It sizzled as he worked it into
the hot metal."

   I just looked down at my sister.  The narration was making us both hot
and her breath was coming in short gasps.  I ran my hands up under her tee
shirt and pulled it up and over her head.  Her nipples were hard and stood
out.  I was surprised to see she had a piece of gold metal that pierced her
nipple, and as my hand found her breast I squeezed it as hard as I could,
causing her to grind her body into mine and take a sharp intake of breath.

   "What happened then?" I asked her.

   "Suarez ordered Cooper to hold her, then he cut off the girls breast and
threw it into the pan.  I think he let her live and just bleed on the
ground.  By that time the other girl was screaming she'd tell us what we
wanted to know.  Suarez just kneeled down and cut the breast into four
pieces and stirred them around.  Then he stood, took a piece of her breast
on the point of the bayonet, and ate it.  He handed the knife to Cooper,
and she ate a piece, then so did I, and so did the other soldier, an older
guy from the platoon."

   "Suarez took out a map and had the first girl show him where they had
gotten the explosive belts.  She was sobbing as she told him, and the he
put the map into his pocket.  He had Cooper take her away, and then he took
the bayonet and cut the youngest girl's throat."

   "What did you do then?" I asked Kelly as I fondled her breasts.

   "I was responsible for the platoon, and I just asked him about the
location on the map.  He told me as soon as we were sure it was right we'd
kill the other girl.  Then he told me not to be too horrified, his people
in Mexico had done things like this for ages.  The next day we found the
house, and with the help of two helicopter gunships we destroyed it. 
Suarez and Cooper then took the older girl into a palm grove and killed
her."

   "So that's how you got your experience?"

   Kelly nodded and I felt her hand on my cock.  I didn't even have on
shoes or a shirt, and I turned her around and bent her over the pole and
pulled down her shorts.  As I let my shorts drop, I pushed her head down
and put my cock at the entrance to her pussy.  It was soaking wet, and as I
pushed it into her she groaned in ecstasy.  In my sexual frenzy I pulled
hard on her nipples and she cried out as the gold piece pulled loose from
her nipple.  I fucked her hard until I felt my load explode into her, and
she moaned and sobbed, her breath now coming in fast gasps.

   I pulled out and left her hanging on the pole.

   To be continued....

   Again, I must say that this is fantasy and should not be attempted for
real.  It's great substance for a story, or role playing, but you can't eat
your relatives, or anyone else for that matter.  It is said that such women
exist, those who are really submissive and want to participate in this
behavior.  I have never heard from any of them, but if you like this story,
let me hear from you and I'll continue writing them.

   Willy Smith, Atlanta willywilly19008@yahoo.com








   

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