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... could choose from and I saw my sister standing in the female roasting or baking pen and just down from her was those males and females schedule to be cut up for cold cuts or other cuts of meats. Knowing my father fondness of cock steaks for breakfast along with boy / girl eggs I first thought of getting a male but then again eating my sister for dinner sounded offer good to me as well beside the fun I could have with her before I slow roasted her alive so I went ahead and choose her instead. Once I told them of my choice of meat they asked if I wanted them to bleed and gut her or as is. I told them I wanted her alive but if they could remove her girl-eggs without killing her so I could give them to my parents as a sorting present. Then inspector just smiles since he knew the girl-meat I choose was my sister and told me no problem just give them ten minutes to get them for me. Ten minutes later the butcher handed me a small cooler with my ex-sister/girl-meat eggs in it and a leash with my ex- sister/girl-meat attached to it alive and well with the exception of two small cuts on her sides where her girl-eggs have been removed. Back at the house my mother was lifting my ex sister/girl-meat tits checking the firmness of each one then she ran her hand down to her cunt to check on her filets. She then turned her around checking her thighs and ribs. She then turned to me and asked me why I didn’t choose a girl-meat with bigger breast meat since she knew how much both my father and ...

... I love breast meat and cunt filets. I just smiled look at her and told mom not to worry there will be plenty of breast meat on her and nice cunt filets when I’m done. She then asked who I was going to have her blood and gut the girl-meat when it came time. I just smiled and told her nothing for I didn’t want the girl-meat or anyone else to know how I was going to fix her when the time came to eat the girl-meat for I had a special surprise for everyone knowing there was yearly event coming up soon. I could see in my sister’s eyes that we no longer saw her as a human but nothing more than girl-meat. With that unsaid I led the girl-meat out to the holding pen and put her in it. I freed her hands and but left her feet hobbled so she couldn’t run away and become what we called wild meat. Those are the ones that either escaped or failed to show up at the sorting centers and are free to hunt during wild meat season. My father and I love to hunted during wild meat season and have bagged both types of meats. We also have their head stuff and mounted on the den wall. The only difference was that most girl-meat was served that day because of the freshness of the meat and only kept in the pen for a short time so I decided to make her old room into her new holding pen until the time to eat the girl-meat came. After removing all of the furniture and other stuff and fixed the windows so the ex-sister/girl-meat couldn’t escape because I knew the fate of other families that their 18 year olds ...