My sister's dinner party

My Sister's Dinner Party
Author: Unknown Word Count: 5,000
My sister Lucille has been living in the attic upstairs for several months now. Lucille is 36 years old, a year older than me. She is 5 feet 2 inches tall and weighs 110 pounds (approximately 1.6 meters and 40 kilograms). She also has long, straight, dark hair that reaches down to her chest. Her breasts are amazing; I'd say they're definitely a B+.
She lost her job, and therefore her place to live. She can't afford the expensive rent. But she's an excellent cook and often invites me upstairs for meals; I dare say I've gained 12 pounds in the past month and a half. Usually, if I smell something nice, I have to go upstairs to visit her. Lately, she's started bringing me food instead. Like last time, she brought me a huge plate of pasta. I remember it so clearly because she was only wearing a towel and her hair was still wet. One day, I smelled a delicious aroma again, but I couldn't quite place it. I went upstairs to try and smell it more closely. Even at her doorstep, I still couldn't identify the smell, though I figured it must be some kind of meat. I knocked on Lucille's door, and she ran to open it for me, then quickly ran back to the stove, where she was frying some kind of meat. I glanced into the sink and saw a strange package of meat labeled: Goat Meat.
There wasn't much, maybe two pounds. Lucille seemed impatient to finish cooking it. She must have been in a rush when she opened the door, because she was only wearing a bra and a short skirt that didn't reach her knees. She looked at the meat in the pan and asked me, "Hey, Joe, how much do you weigh?" She always asked me how much I weighed. I told her I'd gained two pounds this month. Her eyes widened. "Oh, okay." Lucille turned off the stove, scooped the meat out of the pan, and placed it on a plate next to the stove. She cut off a slice with her knife, brought it to her mouth, and took a big bite. She chewed carefully, muttering, "Hmm, not bad, but it doesn't seem quite the same." She cut off another slice, then looked at the meat on the plate and said, "Hmm~ actually, it's not as good as..." She always said strange things while eating, so I wasn't surprised. But this time I was curious, so I asked her, "Not as good as what?" Lucille hesitated for a moment, then brought another slice to her mouth and said, "Hmm~ okay. Not as good as human flesh." She looked embarrassed but very serious, just like when she was tasting food. I felt a little nervous and said, "You, how did you know?" She forced a smile and said, "Of course I know, because I've eaten human flesh, men's flesh!" She seemed a little nervous as she spoke, "I've been to a few parties my friends have had, and they, um, cooked a man there, and then...ate him." I could hardly believe my ears, but I was also excited by this sexy woman in front of me and her story. I asked her how they could do that.
She rubbed her stomach and said, "Well, you know, Joe, it was all voluntary. You should look at that man who willingly let us eat him. He had so many chances to change his mind and go home. Even right before he was roasted. But he stayed. This month I've been craving some more man's flesh. I thought it would taste similar, but..." she said somberly, "but not at all." Then she looked at me easily. "But why don't you go to one of those parties again?" "Because every party there's someone offering a man. I've never had one. Even though they didn't say anything, I felt really uncomfortable. I felt like I shouldn't share those delicacies with them if I couldn't offer something in return." She confessed. My God, I couldn't believe my fantasy was about to become reality. Even if she made it all up, what a thrilling conversation this was, especially with her own sister! So my whole body tensed up, and I asked her, "Lucille, how can a man be willing? I mean, how do you know a man would want to be eaten?" I felt a little embarrassed in front of my sister; I was about to realize my lifelong dream. She stammered, "Well, it's like, Joe… usually we women choose a man we think might be willing.
So far, I haven't found one. So I don't think it's appropriate for me to stay there. Although I can use my body to seduce men, I don't seem to have the confidence to ask him if he'd be willing… to be eaten by me." This must be a dream, I thought, it's unbelievable! I stared at Lucille as if in a dream, "Oh, sister, of course you can attract men, you should have more confidence in yourself. Let me think…" A smile popped into her face, and she said, "You're thinking about being eaten by us, Joe?" Her words seemed to light a lamp for me. "You know, I've really spent almost my whole life thinking about how to be roasted and eaten by women." "I can't believe I've told you all this, sister." Lucille reached behind her back, then turned her head to the side, grinning at me. Now her two round breasts were pointing directly at me. She spoke more fluently and happily than before: "Joe, if you're serious, then let's talk. First, let me tell you, there won't be any sex involved. All the women will be wearing evening gowns, and you'll just be meat bought from the butcher shop in the kitchen. But you won't feel any pain." She smiled at me again. Now all I could think was: This is wonderful! I excitedly told her: "You know, Lucille, I've always wanted this, always. I think you can tell. Thanks for the food, I've gained weight recently." Lucille chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, I'm wondering if I've fattened you up a bit." She looked me up and down and continued, "Not bad, but I don't think I'll eat you like this. I mean, you're my brother after all, I want to get you to your best." "Lucille, this makes me so happy. You and your sexy friends are going to eat the whole thing. And you can't let all this fat go to waste. I bet it'll be juicy and delicious cooked here. Really, that's what I want." Lucille came over and pinched my waist, like she was pinching a piece of meat in a butcher shop. A hint of hunger flashed in her eyes, and her voice echoed with her longing for the food. "Ah~ Joe, you're right, it'll be really good cooked here, juicy and delicious. I'll call my friends Kim and Vanessa, we'll make the arrangements. That way you'll have time to think it over, and I'll have time to fatten you up a bit more." Days passed, and Lucille told me a lot more about the party. She said she could choose which part to eat first, and that she had already selected my ribs and tenderloin. She also reminded me that I had no agreement with any person or organization, so I could back out at any time before they were cooked.
Her friend Kim visited me once during that time. She was a hot blonde with a great figure. She said she was happy that Lucille could provide the meat for the party. The day finally arrived. Vanessa took us to the villa where the party was to be held. We drove for several hours, during which I was blindfolded. Because if I changed my mind, I wouldn't know where the party was. The villa was somewhere in the forest. We would stay there for the night, and the party would begin the next morning. I hadn't eaten anything before breakfast. Kimberly (Kim is Kimberly's nickname - translator's note) was the hostess, and Lucille was the meat provider. So Lucille would be in charge of processing and cooking me. Lucille told me to take off all my clothes so that I would look more like a pig waiting to be slaughtered. I was a little embarrassed at first, but I quickly became excited, and my penis immediately became hard. I was taken to the kitchen for a tour, and Lucille made me lie on a huge baking tray to see what it felt like. "They put me in the oven and closed the door; it was getting warm inside. Lucille suddenly said, 'Let's start roasting him.' Kim and Vanessa both agreed. I said, 'Oh, great!'" "But actually, this was just them testing whether I would change my mind. That night, I saw a large jar of special seasoning, which they would use to deal with me tomorrow. Soon, Lucille led me to a room. There was a huge bed inside. I was so tired that I lay down and fell asleep. I slept for a few hours, and around 2 a.m., a sliver of light suddenly flashed through my door, then the door closed, and the light dimmed. I immediately saw long, black hair, and then her white bra and panties. It was Lucille who had come to find me. She reached behind her back, and her bra fell down. She stood in front of my bed, and I whispered her name, 'Lucille…' She then took off her panties and silently slid onto the bed. I felt her warm body pressed tightly against me.
Her hands caressed my chest. Her lips came closer, and we began to kiss, a long and deep kiss. I played with her breasts, and she caressed my penis. I became excited, 'Lucille,'" "Are you really going to cook me tomorrow?" She whispered back, "Yes, that's right. In a few hours. But right now, I'm going to fuck you." Lucille climbed on top of me, and I put my penis inside her and thrust it in deeply. We played for about four hours. My sister had eight orgasms. I didn't have one; I just felt incredibly aroused. Around six o'clock, Kimberly came into the room and said to Lucille, "Hey, Lucille, it's six o'clock. Shall we start getting ready?" "Oh, I've forgotten the time. I'll take him down in a bit." Kim went out, and Lucille asked me, "Hey, Joe, how are you feeling?" My head was spinning, but I was incredibly excited. I replied, “Oh, Lucille, last night was wonderful. I remember you said there wouldn’t be any sex.” “Well, not when I’m cooking and eating you. I really want to thank you, my little brother.” “Lucille, if you really want to thank me, just cook me better than anything else.” “Okay, Joe. Let’s go downstairs…” We ran into Sarah as we went downstairs. She had come last night; she was a blonde, slightly overweight white woman, with her two daughters, both around 20 years old, and Vanessa’s 20-year-old daughter was also there. Lucille took me to the bathhouse. I was thoroughly washed, the razor running all over my body. When I was clean, all my body hair and head hair were shaved off. Next, I was taken to the kitchen. Lucille and Vanessa helped me lie down on a large baking tray on the counter. Then they spread butter all over me.
It was quite stimulating. Next, spices and seasonings were sprinkled on me and then spread evenly. Just then, Kimberly came over and said to Lucille, "Are you sure you won't fall asleep?" Lucille giggled, her face slightly flushed. Vanessa interjected, "Oh, Kim, stop teasing her, she's annoying enough already." Then Vanessa laughed too. They'd been joking around while dealing with me. Now I was getting ready for the oven. All the women stepped back. Sarah placed her hands hopefully on her stomach, Vanessa laughed happily, licking her fingers incessantly. Lucille put her hands behind her back, and I saw her belly rise and fall with each breath. Looking up, her breasts, round and full, were tightly encased in a silk bra. She licked her lips. Her eyes shone with admiration for me, her masterpiece. Their eyes darted around my ribs and waist, then they said, "Oh, I don't know which part to eat first?" Finally, our eyes met, and Lucille said to me, "Joe, you look so delicious. I want to thank you… but I have to ask you one last time, one last time, are you sure you want to be eaten by us? This is your last chance to change your mind, Joe! Look at that oven, Kim's already lit it. Are you sure you want us to roast you here and eat you?" They stared at me, waiting for my answer. I lay on the huge baking tray, the oven just a few feet away. Kim stood right next to the oven, waiting. The heat was on a low flame, but it would slowly increase once I went in. I looked at Kim, then Sarah, then Vanessa. They were all wearing only bras and panties. All the women were looking at me hungrily. I saw Lucille standing closest to me. She was happy, but also a little nervous, waiting for my answer. They wouldn't wait long, I quickly replied, "Oh, Lucille, every time I've seen your beautiful body, every time I've watched you do aerobics in your black bodysuit, every time you shave in front of me, or every time you come out of the bathroom in just a towel, I've been so excited, I really want you to roast me and eat me. After all that, this desire is even stronger. So, I'm willing, sister, please, please continue. Roast me, and then eat me!" Lucille immediately broke into a broad smile, revealing her beautiful white teeth. Pride shone in her eyes; how proud she was to be providing food for the party tonight! How exquisitely she prepared the meat!
Lucille truly had the hands of an artist. All the women agreed that a picture of me covered in butter and seasoning should be on the cover of a food magazine. Lucille was also very proud that I hadn't backed down at the last minute; you know how embarrassing it would have been if she had abandoned the food she provided. Lucille leaned down and kissed me deeply on the lips. It was a long, deep kiss. Then she whispered, "Oh, thank you, thank you, my little brother. You've made me so happy today. I promise I'll savor you, truly savor everything about you." I whispered back, "Thank you, Lucille, you've made my dreams come true." Lucille straightened up and turned to Vanessa. Vanessa held a bright red apple in both hands. She handed the apple to Lucille and said, "Here, finish your delicious meal." Lucille took the apple and held it in her hands. She looked at her friends around her and said, "I've tasted the men you brought before, and I really enjoyed them. Now it's my turn to provide you with a man, to cook him, and to eat him. I'm very happy to do this. I hope you like him and eat more." Lucille looked at her reflection in the apple and continued. "I'm a real cannibal. I can cook the best human flesh, the best man's flesh." Lucille looked at me again, gently prying open my mouth and putting the apple inside. Then she swirled the apple around in my mouth a few times so my teeth could fully grip it. Sweet apple juice filled my mouth. Lucille told me to bite down hard. I bit down hard again, so my teeth were completely embedded in the apple. Now, I was completely processed and ready for the oven. Kimberly opened the oven door and walked towards me. Her hand was under the waistband of her underwear, as if there was an invisible pocket there. She leaned her head slightly, her wavy blonde hair falling low to her neck. Her smile seemed to express her thoughts before she even spoke them. She looked at me, then at Lucille. Kimberly stared at me and said, "Oh, you must taste delicious! My stomach can't wait."
I glanced at her belly and felt myself getting impatient. I felt incredibly excited. Then Kim looked at Lucille and said, "Oh, sister, you've done a great job. Now I'm handing him over to you, let's get to work." The four women lifted the baking tray and slid me a few feet into the oven. Lucille looked at me and said, "Goodbye, Joe!" The oven door closed. Inside the oven, I thought: Oh, I'm in their oven now. The heating element below me is lit. I can see someone fiddling with the switches above the oven through the glass. I guess they want this side to cook faster. I can already feel my skin tightening. Kim looked through the glass and saw her hand on the oven handle. How beautiful her smile was. Now the heating element above is getting a little hot too. I don't know how they've treated me, but I feel cool while the outside heat feels comforting. I think the butter they've smeared on me has melted. What does it smell like? It smells so good. About an hour later, Lucille came over, opened the oven door, and checked on me. She poked me with a roasting fork. Only my forearms were cooked. Kim said, "Now turn it up to 375 degrees Fahrenheit." Lucille did so, then said, "Okay, I think we can grease him in another hour." Then she said to me, "Joe, you smell really good. I've made a great impression on my friends. See you in an hour." An hour later, Lucille and Vanessa came over. The tray was dripping with grease from me. Lucille poked my belly with the roasting fork, and more grease oozed out. Vanessa handed the grease to Lucille, and she began to grease me all over…
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