"What Are Sisters For? By: Uri Revised By: Teruyo" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/w2LFV1w9 Created on: Wednesday 25th of April 2018 07:48:50 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:14:28 AM UTC What Are Sisters For? By: Uri Revised By: Teruyo Tori wiped the sleep from her eyes as she sat up. It was a bright, sunny day outside, but thanks to her room's curtains, only one narrow beam crossed her bed. It wasn't the morning sun that caused her to stir, though. No, what woke the girl was the sound of two rather loud voices from downstairs. One belonged to her mother, and the other to her younger sister, Portia. It sounded like they were arguing again, which wasn't all that unusual: the two had their fair share of disagreements on a lot of things, usually concerning the soon-to-be-sophomore's chores. This argument sounded a bit different, however. The elder Barlow sibling practically rolled out of bed and, after a brief stop at the bathroom, headed off to investigate. The arguing pair were at the base of the stairs, and the moment Tori started walking down those stairs, her mother looked up and greeted her. "Good morning, sleepyhead." "Mornin'," Tori replied, her throat a bit dry. "What're you fighting about this time?" "Mom's being unfair!" "Your sister here," Mrs. Barlow gave her younger daughter the one more time glare, "will be taking your place for the feast tonight. Punishment for her rude behavior." "It's not fair! She won't let me call up any of my friends and ask if anyone wants to take my place! You got to switch with your friend!" Tori just grinned, Portia had been rather bratty lately. When her mother declared that Tori was going to be the holiday dinner last week, her younger sister wouldn't stop rubbing it in. The word "Tori" had practically left Portia's vocabulary, replaced with "Ham," "Dinner," and the favorite, "Pig." The girl would also get physical, grabbing her older sister's butt and comment on how delicious it would be, or pinch at her nipples, or any of a million other ways she could think of to torment Tori. Was this karma? "Eh, why not let her call? I mean, what harm could it do?" Their mother looked at Tori questioningly, but relented. "Fine fine, go call. But! You have 10 minutes, missy. Take too long and you're going in with your friend." Portia immediately dashed off in search of her cell phone. "You sure this is okay?" "Mhm. No one's gonna wanna take her place, I bet. Plus, when she comes back, she won't put up much of a fight when we're getting her ready." Mrs. Barlow chuckled, asking herself why she had planned on eating the more clever of her daughters. "Well, you might want to go get dressed, since you're not on the menu anymore." Tori looked down at herself, realizing that she was dressed only in a t-shirt. It was beyond hot last night, and she went to bed with the bare minimum clothing. "Hm. Nah, it's fine. Just 'cuz she won't fight as much doesn't mean she won't fight at all," she replied, lifting off her shirt. "Now I don't have to get any of my clothes dirty." "You just want to drive home how easy it would be for the two of you to trade places, don't you?" "Maybe," Tori replied, grinning. Truth be told, ever since they cooked Amelia a few months back, she was looking forward to her big day, too. Not that she'd ever tell her mother, of course. Ten minutes passed, and then two more before Portia emerged from her room, naked and looking dejected. "No one's biting," asked Tori? The younger Barlow shook her head. "Everyone either said no or is already taken. Mary's even on a spit already..." "Well no sense in crying about it," her mother said, laughing softly. "C'mon c'mon, we need to get you in the oven soon if you're going to be ready by dinner. C'mon, up on the table." Mrs. Barlow patted the wooden tabletop as she continued. "And Tori, grab the pot of glaze from the stove, please." As her two daughters followed her instructions (one more enthusiastically than the other), the woman turned the dial on the oven to preheat it, and then retrieved a pineapple from the fridge. "And get a layer of glaze on the ham while I cut this." It was quite evident that Portia didn't like being referred to as "the ham," but Tori thought she'd need to learn to enjoy it, and soon. Otherwise this was going to be a long preparation. The smell of honey was emanating from the pot that Tori set next to her sister-ham, and after she tied Portia's short, dirty blonde hair into a tight ponytail with some twine, she dipped a brush into the thick mixture. "Hm hm," she mused as she began to spread the glaze over Portia's belly. The older sister took pleasure in teasing the younger one, tickling her with the brush whenever possible. It was fun getting some payback, Tori thought, and it was fun to play with her sister, too. Every time the bristles of the goo-covered brush touched a more sensitive area on Portia's body, she couldn't help but moan a little. Once the first layer of the glaze was applied, Tori looked around. The oven wasn't near ready yet, and her mother was still preparing the fruit garnishes, so she took it upon herself to make sure her sister was thoroughly glazed. Unlike the first coat, Tori was now blatantly playing with her sister, rubbing the glaze onto Portia's breasts and lower lips. She eventually settled on toying with her sister's clit, determined to get her sister off at least once before she cooked. She resisted at first, but eventually Portia let out a squeak and arched her back, enjoying her older sister's "massage." She squirmed, growing red under the golden goo, before the girl let out a loud gasp and clenched her toes. Tori finished having her fun with the ham and stepped back, before she looked down and noticed she'd gotten a fair amount of the glaze on herself. "What, you still want to be the ham," her mother asked sarcastically? Tori paused, so tempted to say yes. She looked at her sister, who lied panting on the kitchen table, basking in the afterglow of her climax, her body freshly glazed and ready for the oven. Tori was admittedly jealous, soon Portia would be the one roasting away instead of her. Mrs. Barlow could see the envy in her daughter's face, and continued. "Well, we did get that bigger oven last month, it could totally fit both of you. Your sister's not getting out of her punishment either way." That pushed her over the edge. All these months later, Tori still regretted not being able to go into the oven with Amelia, and now she had the chance to cook with her own sister? How could she ever pass this opportunity up!? "Well, I guess I need to finish glazing myself," Tori said. She hopped up on the table with her sister and giggled as she started to paint her own skin with the sticky warm goo. "Well make it fast. Need to get the two of you in the oven even sooner if you're going to be ready by dinner." Mrs. Barlow began to cook up some more of the honey glaze, mixing honey, butter, and corn syrup in a new pot on the stove, while her elder daughter used what was left of the first batch to cover what she could. Not missing a chance for some revenge (and some fun to go with it), Portia gladly assisted Tori in her glazing efforts, especially the parts that she couldn't reach on her own. The second pot of glaze was ready not too long after the first was emptied, and not too long after that, both girls were sporting a thorough coat of the stuff. "Alright, my little hams, enough playing," Mrs. Barlow said, setting the family's person-sized roasting pan next to the pair of them. "Tori, you're bigger, you get on first. On your back, knees to your chest..." Tori gazed at the pan for a moment, that same pan that Amelia had cooked in, before she climbed onto the rack herself. It felt wonderful, thrilling to finally be in it. "Thatta girl. Now, spread your legs as far as they'll go, and Portia, you climb on top, kneel and straddle her... just like that. Perfect! Now lean forward." It was definitely an awkward position, but soon the pair were in position in the pan, one stacked atop the other, limbs practically tangled up and chests pressed against each other. Their mother grabbed a length of her trusty cooking twine and folded Tori's arms, before she did the same to Portia and then secured the siblings' wrists together, with some extra loops to make sure their arms couldn't extend. Then she did a similar process with the girls' legs, until the pair were intertwined and immobilized. "Oh, you two look so yummy," Mrs. Barlow exclaimed. "Thanks," Tori replied instinctively. "I just can't wait to get a slice of you." The woman used a brush to tease her daughters' fillets, but she couldn't wait too long. The oven was ready and waiting, and dinner needed to get cooking if it was going to be ready in time. "Ah well, time to get you in," she continued, procuring a shiny red apple from the fruit bowl on the counter. "Open wide, hun." Both girls opened their mouths, with Tori even saying the customary "Aaah," which was quickly muffled as her mother shoved the juicy fruit in. Once her first daughter's teeth were firmly planted in the apple, she then pushed Portia's head down into the top side so both sisters shared the apple between them. Mrs. Barlow took a second to admire her work, gazing at the mouthwatering sight of the pair of soon-to-be honey-glazed hams. She wanted to play with her food more, maybe get them both off one last time, but if they were to be done by dinner, they'd have to go in soon. So she carefully slid the pan onto a specially-made cart, and began to wheel her daughters towards the waiting oven. Just as she was about to open the oven door, the phone rang. "Ah, I'll be back in a second, sweet meats," she said, and strolled away. "Hello? Oh! Madelyn! How are you? How's your sister Mary coming along?" She paused to let the girl on the other end of the line respond. "Good, good... Portia? Oh, I'm sorry sweety, I'm just about to put her and her sister in the oven... Yeah? ... Well, I've got an idea, since you sound so eager. My husband's birthday is in a few weeks, and seeing that both of my daughters are going into the oven, I'm going to need some meat for then. So if your parents are okay with it, you can come over today and join us for dinner, then stay around and have some fun with me until then? ... Okay, I can wait." Not even a half-minute later, the sound of the girl's voice came from the receiver again. "They said it's okay? Great! Dinner should be ready at about six, so see you then!" There was an audible click as the receiver was placed back into its cradle, and Mrs. Barlow returned to the waiting hams. "Sorry 'bout that, time to get you two cookin'!" Even through the glaze, the pair could feel the heat as soon as their mother opened the oven door, and it only intensified as they slid inside. Without another word, Mrs. Barlow shut the oven door and locked it, sealing the two inside. The heat was almost immediately stifling, hot air swirling around the pair as they began to cook in the titanic convection oven. Portia was less than thrilled about her situation, but her older sister was growing increasingly aroused below her. Tori soon started wiggling and thrusting her hips, trying to deal with the ache between her legs; it just felt too good to rub her crotch against her sister. While she was still completely against being the main course for tonight's dinner, Portia wasn't going to let that stop her from having a good time. Soon enough, she started to thrust her own hips, the sisters thoroughly enjoying their time together. Their moans of pleasure were muffled by the apple they shared, but could still be faintly heard outside, especially as they grew more enthusiastic. Mrs. Barlow chuckled, pleased her food was having such a good time. As they continued to roast, both girls lost track of time: the only thing that seemed to matter was how good they could make each other (and themselves) feel before the end. Just as Portia was nearing her second climax, the lock on the oven door clicked and it swung open, and the rush of cool air pushed the younger Barlow over the edge. "Sorry to interrupt the fun," she said sweetly. "Can't have the two of you drying out, now can I?" A cool liquid was poured over Portia's head and down back, which trickled down onto Tori below her. It smelled similar to the glaze they were covered in earlier, but with the scent of pineapple mixed in. As the cool liquid settled, when Portia and Tori thought it was over, ready to go back inside and keep playing, Portia felt something press against her butt, before it was suddenly shoved inside. "Silly me, I almost forgot. You can't have a holiday roast without a carrot or two," Mrs. Barlow said. Tori had the same done to her, which caused the elder sister to buck her hips in orgasm. Their mother laughed. "There we go, my job's done for now. You two look utterly scrumptious, I can't wait for dinner." The sister hams were pushed back in, followed by the sound of the oven door closing and locking again. Tori was still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, but she was trying to get her hips to move again. Having a bit more time to recover, Portia had already resumed rubbing her crotch against her sister, but she noticed her sister's lack of energy. The awkward position and her drained co-roast made Portia's job harder, but she did the best she could. Thanks to her younger sister's efforts, Tori could feel another orgasm building within her, but she could tell it might be her last. The elder sister felt weak, but the thought of being so close to the end only served to arouse her more. The heat, the smell of cooking meat, oil, spices, their breasts squished together, the feeling of the carrot lodged in her ass, and her sister's relentless fucking. To Tori, there was no better way to go. Portia felt her sister buck under her, watching as Tori's eyes rolled back into her head. She felt her sister twitch a few times beneath her before going completely limp. Portia couldn't lie to herself anymore: this was the best thing to ever happen to her. Watching her sister's final orgasm was the hottest thing she'd ever seen! To know it wasn't long before she'd follow in her big sister's footsteps, to rub her pussy against the cunt steak that used to be her sister, it all sent her over the edge again. She laid there panting, breathing in all the delectable scents of roasting girl ham before starting back up again. It just felt too good to stop, and she was determined to keep going until she had her final orgasm, too. Fortunately for her, it was the thought of what she was rubbing against, the roasting meat of her sister kept her going. The younger Barlow went out in much the same way as her older sister, coming again before going limp. It feels so good to be meat, she thought, before the heat took her. Their mother sat, watching TV as her daughters made their transition to meat. Excited for how they would taste when they were finally ready, her mouth was practically watering at the thought, not to mention the smell of cooking meat that was steadily filling the house. She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost jumped out of her seat when the doorbell rang. Getting up from the couch, she made her way to the front door, and was greeted by the sight of a teenage girl. "Madelyn! You're a little early, aren't you?" "Yeah, my parents didn't want to hold onto another person's food." Mattie was dressed in nothing but a pink shirt, which matched the pink streak in her short otherwise-black hair. "So they had my brother drop me off." The girl waved to a man sitting in a car, and he waved back before pulling away. "Ah well, nothing good on TV anyway. I need a toy to play with." Mrs. Barlow grinned as she looked her future meal over. When Mr. Barlow arrived home, he found his wife in the kitchen. "Welcome home, dear! Dinner will be ready soon, can you and Madelyn finish setting the table while I finish up in here?" "Mattie? Where's Portia?" "She went into the oven with her sister, we're having a double roast! They'll be ready soon." "Ahh. Sounds wonderful!" He left the room and went to join the still mostly-naked Mattie to set the table. It wasn't more than a few minutes later when Mrs. Barlow opened the oven door again, and pulled out the two roasted hams. Their skin had cooked to a lovely golden brown, and they had been decorated with pineapple rings an hour prior which roasted with them. She slid the pan back onto the cart, and raised it so she could more easily garnish the pineapple-honey-baked hams, surrounding them with leafy greens while the meat rested. After setting a carving fork and knife on the cart with the sister hams, she wheels the whole ensemble into the dining room. Her husband and guest were sitting in place as the roast sisters were placed in the center of the sturdy wooden table. "Perfect," she said happily, before taking a seat next to her husband. Grace and thanks were said, and Mrs. Barlow made the first cuts into Portia's rump. "Madelyn, right?" Mr. Barlow spoke up after receiving his plate of food. "Call me Mattie, Mr. Barlow," the girl replied, before accepting her own plate from Mrs. Barlow, piled high with roast vegetables and her friends' meat. "Mattie, yes. What brings you over today?" "I'm your pig," the girl replied cheerfully. The man gave his wife a questioning look. "She's your birthday roast, dearie," she replied, sitting down with her own hearty serving of the holiday feast. "Portia wanted to have someone take her place, but Madelyn was out and didn't get the message until the girls were almost in the oven. She sounded so heartbroken, I offered to let her stay with us until next month." "Ah ah, I see. Well I'm glad you can join us." "Mm, no problem," she said, giggling. "In more ways than one?" He laughed back. "Well..." "Now now. We can play with our little pet later, let's eat before the food gets cold." "Aye aye," Mattie agreed, and the three dug in.