Chapter 4


A few hours later, almost the entire family had gathered in the living room. The evening felt warm and cozy. Carter and Mel sat on the couch together, her head resting on his shoulder. The Classics channel played on the streamer, but Melanie’s mind wasn’t on the movie. Instead, her thoughts lingered on Sam. She was still trying to accept that her daughter was dead, yet it was so hard. Deep down, she still blamed herself, wondering if she had given the wrong impression, and if that had made her child feel the need to hide her plans.

Her tired eyes lingered on Becky, lying on her stomach on the floor, tapping away at her tablet. As usual, the little girl was wearing an extremely short skirt that had ridden up her bottoms. From this position, Mel could see between her legs and watched as she was repeatedly running a finger through her bare pussy. The child’s gaze was transfixed by the holo playing in front of her. She appeared to be following some new snuff streamers on the SEN channel.

Suddenly, loud stomping on the stairs announced her son's approach. Mel rolled her eyes and glanced towards the door, and there came Bobby, naked as the day he was born. A few months ago, her son had begun to go completely clothing-free at home. And even though Mel had been a little surprised at first, she and the rest of the family had now completely accepted that Bobby was probably on his way to become a nudist. That wasn’t something anyone would have criticized him for. After all, the nudity movement had gained a large following over the past decades. As long as he didn’t overdo it and didn’t stray too far from home without clothes, it wouldn’t be a problem. Except, of course, when he visited one of the designated clothing-optional areas or pedestrian zones throughout the city. Mel certainly didn't mind the sight, especially since it made things a lot easier to spontaneously climb onto his lap and ride him whenever the urge struck.

Breathing heavily and with a wide grin on his face, the teenager stopped in front of them and spread his arms.

"Dad, Mom, guess who was on the VidPhone?"

Carter shrugged.

"No idea."

"Tommy!"

Melanie pressed her lips together in amusement, folding her arms across her chest as she smiled at her son.

“Well, we’re all quite astonished that your best friend actually called. He hardly ever does…”

Becky chuckled softly without lifting her eyes from the tablet, while Bobby responded with an exaggerated roll of his eyes.

"Funny, Mom! No, he had a specific reason. It was about Sam. Or rather, Sam's head."

Carter tilted his head, turning his attention from the screen to his son, whose naked body blocked his view of the movie anyway.

"What are you talking about, Bobby?"

The boy seemed excited. He was beaming from ear to ear, his eyes shining as he exclaimed:

"Well, don't you know who Tommy's dad is? Richard Lewis, the famous Sidney taxidermist. Tommy told me the school made a contract with his father, and he apparently received Sam's head earlier today."

Mel gave her husband a confused look.

"Her head... but...?"

Meanwhile, Becky had also risen to her knees and looked up with a confused expression at her brother, who was standing right next to her.

"What does he want with Sam’s head?"

"That’s what I’m telling you. Just listen."

Bobby waved a hand with a frown before joining his parents. He perched on the arm of the sofa, and Carter placed a hand gently on his son's bare thigh. Bobby continued excitedly:

"So, apparently the school wants him to transform Sam into a Happy Ending Head. It's supposed to be a gift for us. As compensation, so to speak, for her loss. The school will cover all the costs."

His father gave him an incredulous look.

"Are you serious? No joke?"

"I swear, Dad, I'm serious."

Becky got up and settled at the other end of the sofa, tucking her legs beneath her. Hugging her bare feet, she tilted her head and asked curiously:

"What's a Happy Ending Head?"

Her parents exchanged uncertain glances, while her big brother only gave a crooked grin and rolled his eyes. At last, Mel shrugged and whispered:

"Um, who’s going to explain it to her?"

"You do it, Mel," her husband muttered out of the corner of his mouth, and she sighed.

Of course. My responsibility again

She was just about to turn to her little daughter when her son beat her to it.

"It's a sex toy. The most ingenious thing ever. They prepare the head so it's durable, hollow it out, and then you can insert your cock..."

"Bobby..."

His mother's strained expression made the boy pause.

"Sorry, Mom."

But to their surprise, sudden understanding lit up the little girl’s wide eyes. Blushing, she asked:

"Oh, like a Fleshlight? A thing a boy can cum into?"

Her father raised an eyebrow and then gave his wife an amused look. Mel turned to her daughter in surprise.

"Oh, you know about that?"

But then the little girl rolled her eyes in that unique way only children could, as if she couldn't believe her parents were so clueless.

"Duh... I'm not a toddler anymore. I've seen something like this before, I just didn't know the name."

"Oh, but you know that it's called a Fleshlight?" her father remarked, shaking his head. But the little girl only blushed even redder and pushed her tablet out of sight. It was probably her source of this kind of information. Meanwhile, her big brother tilted his head almost in disbelief.

"Where have you seen something like this before?"

"At Rhona's house." The little girl shrugged. "A few years ago, her family barbecued her at a party. And her head has been sitting by her parents' bed ever since. I always wondered why, until her big brother showed us how to use it."

She finished with a broad grin and flushed cheeks. Mel smiled at her daughter with affection. Bobby, however, slapped his thigh and exclaimed:

"Oh yes, now I remember. Her name was Pam, I think. Man, I really should pay Alex another visit."

His little sister lit up at once. She slid excitedly to the edge of the sofa, giving him an almost pleading look.

"If you go, take me with you."

But Bobby didn’t look too keen on the idea. He only shook his head and folded his arms.

"That’s not going to happen…"

Mel pressed her lips together in regret. She hated it when her children argued like that. Usually, they were like two peas in a pod, affectionate during their sexy-time. But outside of that, they often fought like cats and dogs.

He was the same with Sam. I hope that will change when he gets older

But before his worried mother could scold him, Mike raised his hand. Her husband still seemed unable to fully believe what he had just heard.

"Guys, how about we get back to the original topic? So, Tommy's dad is turning your sister's head into a sex toy and we're getting it as a gift? Did I get that right?"

Bobby nodded so eagerly that his blond hair flopped into his face. He pushed it back from his forehead and grinned at his father.

“Yeah, isn’t that brilliant? First dibs!”

The moment his hand shot up, Mel sprang up, laughing as she shook her head. She’d seen this coming.

“Oh no, no, no, my boy. That’s not how it works here. You can’t just call dibs on your dead sister's head."

"But..." he immediately began to protest, but then his father intervened.

"No, your mother's right, son. When it comes to who dips what into her first, it will definitely be me. Then your mother. And then maybe it'll be your turn."

Becky covered her face with both hands, shaking her head with a grin. Mel chuckled at her husband’s silly joke as well. Only Bobby rolled his eyes again, then sighed and nodded in understanding.

"Oh man... okay..."

His sad expression almost stirred compassion in his mother's heart.

Who knows, she thought, maybe he had cared for his little sister much more than he would ever admit. So, she reached out and placed her hand on his knee.

"Hey, don't worry, you'll get your turn. And you'll definitely be there when she gets here, so we can take a good look at what they've done with my little girl. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay..."

"Hey, Bobby?"

When Becky’s almost shy voice spoke up, all eyes turned to her, including her big brother’s. Blushing, the little girl continued:

"If you promise to take me to Rhona and Alex's next time, you can use me tonight like I'm a Happy-Ending- Head. Okay?"

The boy gave his mother an uncertain look and then tilted his head.

"What do you mean?"

The little girl looked around, ears burning, and gave a shy shrug. At last, she mumbled:

"Well, you could wrap me tightly in a blanket so only my head is showing. Then I'll play dead, close my eyes, open my mouth wide, and you can fuck me as long as you want. Deal?"

Excitedly, she bit her lip as she held out her hand. And Bobby, whose eyes had started to light up, suddenly beamed at her and grabbed her hand with joy.

"Deal!"

As she watched her two children, Mel felt a sting behind her eyes. Almost without thinking, her hand reached for her husband’s, and his fingers closed around hers in a firm, comforting squeeze. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she turned to her son.

“See? Maybe your little sister would give you more of those sweet gestures if you treated her a bit more kindly.”

Carter stayed quiet, but she could tell he agreed. From the corner of her eye, she noticed him running a gentle hand down his son’s thigh. A sheepish smile crept across Bobby’s face.

“Yeah… maybe.”

Then he shrugged, jumped up, and gently kissed first his father and then her on the lips.

"I'll go back upstairs. I told Tommy I'd be in touch."

His father nodded.

"Don't be too long, okay?"

"I won't."

And as he passed Becky, he gently stroked her hair and whispered:

"See you later, okay?"

Mel smiled at the loving gesture. Her daughter nodded eagerly and cast a long gaze after her brother as he disappeared out the door. The little girl bit her lip, and her hand wandered under her short skirt almost without her doing it. Mel couldn’t help herself. In that moment, she simply needed to feel her child as close as possible. She slid over and wrapped her in the tightest embrace she could manage. Pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, she whispered:

“Becky, that was so incredibly sweet of you. I’m very proud of you, my little one.”

The girl gave a wry little grin, dodging her mother’s gaze with the faintest shrug.

“I just hope he keeps his promise. I’d really like to go back to Rhona sometime.”

“He will. You can count on it.”

Mel brushed a stray strand from her daughter’s forehead, her fingertips lingering as she caressed her cheek. A sweet scent filled her nose. She could smell her daughter's arousal, and it made her own juices flow. She was probably already imagining herself as a toy for her brother. Surely, she would find another wet spot on the couch later. She gently tapped the girl on the tip of her nose and said,

"What do you think about the two of us taking a shower together after you've been to your brother's? I think you'll need that."

"Good idea."

Her daughter nodded eagerly, wrapped her arms around her neck, and gave her a long kiss on the mouth. Mel closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of those young lips on hers. She also knew her husband would surely like the sight. So, she held the little girl tightly, ran both hands under her skirt, and pulled her firm cheeks apart slightly. Carter would surely appreciate the view, she thought.