Chapter 5


It was already well past 11 p.m. when Mel finally left the living room and made her way into the semidarkness of the hallway.

The two of them should be done by now

She had just had a little sexual adventure of her own with her husband on the couch. She had ridden him until he came moaning inside her pussy. Unfortunately, she herself hadn't reached the climax, but that wasn't what she was interested in at that moment. She just wanted to have a little fun. And the idea of what her two surviving children were doing together had turned her on incredibly.

Sam's face flashed before her mind's eye again. She had loved her little girl and still did. Usually, parents shouldn't have favorites among their children, but Sam had been special to her, not just a daughter, but also a lover. Besides, she had always been the one most like her. Not in appearance, there she took after her father entirely, just as Bobby did, but in temperament. The little girl had been patient and forgiving, diligent and loving, all qualities people also associated with her. And from the way things looked, she also seemed to have had a clear sense of how she wanted to end her life.

If you had just told me, it would have made the farewell so much easier

Arriving in front of Bobby's room, Mel paused and was just considering whether to raise her hand to knock on the door when it swung open, revealing the dark interior. Becky, who had opened the door, looked up at her in surprise; the little girl was stark naked and had cum on her face and in her hair, but when she spotted her, she gave her a big grin.

"Hey, Mom, perfect timing!"

"Yeah, right? Did you two just finish?"

As she spoke, Mel wiped a bit of semen from her child’s eyebrow before happily putting her finger in her mouth. Becky just shrugged.

"No, I stayed with him until he fell asleep."

Then she suddenly grabbed her throat and cleared it several times. Mel frowned with concern and reached for her damp hand.

"Are you okay?"

The little girl cleared her throat again, grimacing.

"Yeah, everything’s fine."

A flicker of worry passed through her mother. She placed her finger under Becky’s chin, gently lifting her gaze to meet hers.

"Was he too rough with you?"

But the girl quickly shook her head. She looked up at her, almost startled.

"No... nothing I can't handle."

But Melanie just pursed her lips and squatted down in front of her naked daughter. She gently took her arms and looked into her face.

"Darling, in the end, sex should be fun for both of you. You're still very young, and we only allowed this because we trust you both to be reasonable. If Bobby is too rough with you, I'll have to talk to him."

But the nine-year-old just shook her head again, convinced.

"No, really. I'm having a lot of fun too, I'm just a little sore in the throat. I... I just really wanted to give him what he wanted. I wanted to be his Happy-Ending head. And they don't fight back."

Her mother let out a quiet sigh, her eyes lingering on her with a long, troubled gaze. Rising to her feet, she slipped an arm around the girl’s shoulders and gently drew her toward the bathroom nearby. The light flicked on at once, casting a soft glow over the tiles, and all that remained was to open the shower door.

"Get in the tub."

Becky obeyed, and as Mel took off her shorts and pulled her T-shirt over her head, meanwhile the little girl played with the cum on her face. She wiped the drops to her mouth and licked everything off her fingers. Melanie, watching the whole thing out of the corner of her eye, felt the heat rise in her crotch. Nevertheless, she pulled herself together and continued speaking with the voice of a concerned mother. Even though a part of her wanted nothing more than to push her sweet little daughter against the wall and cover her delicate body with a thousand kisses.

"Fantasies are all well and good, sweety, but in the end, your well-being is more important to us. You have to learn to say no sometimes."

"But girls don't say no, don’t they?"

Melanie, running her hand through her short hair in front of the mirror, froze in shock and shot her daughter a disbelieving look. But the little girl just looked up at her with innocent eyes, so she asked:

"Where did you pick up that?"

"From Mr. Foxtrot at school."

Her mother narrowed her eyes angrily. Mr. Foxtrot was the elderly janitor of Midtown Elementary. And he was a complete relic. He came from an older generation, during whose time a movement had spread through society that attempted to reverse any progress the women's rights movement had ever made. At that time, with some political support, there were attempts to deprive women of almost all rights. It went so far that they even tried to take the decision of whether or not to become meat away from girls and let men decide it for them. In itself, it was nothing more than an attempt to reinstate slavery. And that wasn't something Melanie would ever have supported. So, she put her hands on her hips and looked at her youngest daughter with a serious expression.

"Mr. Foxtrot is an old fool who holds terribly antiquated views. I don't want you to listen to him again."

The little girl bit her lip in embarrassment and hung her head. Melanie climbed into the tub with her, pulled her close, and pressed her to her bare chest. As she tenderly stroked her hair and her daughter clung to her, she whispered:

"Of course, you can always say no. You have the same rights as any boy. The fact that girls are eaten in our society doesn't mean they are less valuable. Quite the opposite. The whole thing was our decision."

With a sour smile, she rubbed her fingertips together when she found a bit of cum in her daughter's hair, but then carried on as if nothing had happened.

“We owe the world the way it is to a girl, and I am eternally grateful for that. A girl like you.”

Becky looked up at her with moist, shimmering eyes, and her mother smiled lovingly at her.

“Never forget that. Girls like you and me... and Sam too, we are strong. Do you know how much strength and willpower it takes for a young girl, or for that matter, any woman, to give up her whole life, just for others to have a good meal, or in Sam’s case an instructive experience? A guy like Mr. Foxtrot could never understand that.”

Becky nodded silently, and Melanie brushed another damp strand of hair from her forehead. Then she laughed softly, to lighten up the mood.

“My goodness, the entire load landed in your hair.”

Her daughter giggled, but then proudly announced:

“Just the last one. I swallowed the other two.”

“That’s my girl.”

With that, she reached for the shower gel and began to lather her child. As always, Becky visibly enjoyed feeling her mother's hands on her body. Soon, she was resting her shoulders against the cold tiles, standing with her legs wide apart, and allowing Mel to soap up her body all over. She kept biting her lower lip and moaning softly, while her mother ran her hand between her thighs or slid her finger into her wet slit. She also loved it when Mel rubbed her thumb over the hard little buds. They rose from her chest like tiny pearls, and the child let out a delightful little sigh, every time her mother squeezed them briefly between her thumb and forefinger.

After a while, though, Mel’s hand was back between her child's thighs, she could no longer hold back a question that wouldn't leave her mind. It was the maternal part of her that had somehow only grown stronger since this morning and the news of Sam's death.

"Darling, I just have to ask this question, don't take offense, okay? But Bobby still keeps his hands off your pussy, doesn't he?"

The way the little girl looked at her, so guilty and nearly frightened, made her stomach turn cold.

"Um... Well... Not his hands..."

Melanie let out a soft sigh, a wave of relief washing over her, and a crooked smile tugged at her lips. Her eyes softened as she said,

“That’s not what I meant. I know very well that he's fingering you. What I meant was, he hasn't fucked you yet, right?"

But her daughter shook her head with conviction and frowned.

"No."

Melanie licked her lips and narrowed her eyes questioningly. She hated probing like this and invading her children's privacy. But she simply couldn't help it.

"Not even in the butt?"

But Becky immediately denied that. With a serious expression, she replied, still shaking her head:

"No, you said he's only allowed to do that if you or Dad are there and have prepared me beforehand. But I really enjoyed it the last time..." she added, her cheeks flushed, avoiding her gaze.

Her mother grinned. She remembered all too well that wonderful evening a few weeks ago when Becky had first asked to feel Bobby in her ass. The whole family had gathered for the occasion. Sam had prepared her with her tongue for a long time, and it was Mel who had inserted the first small dildo into her ass. And then Bobby, prouder than ever, had been only too ready to anally deflower his little sister. And you had to give the boy credit for one thing: he had been exceptionally gentle with her.

"Okay, then I'm relieved."

With a faint shrug, she added, reaching for the shower head:

"It's just... boys his age can be a little unreasonable sometimes. Their hormones can get the better of them. And in the end, you both regret what you've done. I just don't want you two to have a bad experience. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

When the water had reached a comfortable temperature, Melanie began to shower her daughter. The little girl kept turning around, stretching her arms above her head and looking simply adorable doing so. Incredibly sexy in an innocent way, Mel thought. Then she carefully stepped out of the tub and waited for her mother to follow her. She did so immediately, then wrapped her in a soft towel. But while she was drying her hair and body, her thoughts must have drifted off a little, because at some point her daughter tilted her head and looked at her with an almost worried expression.

"Are you okay, Mom?"

Mel immediately nodded, forcing a smile onto her lips, even as she struggled to push back the dark thoughts creeping in.

“Yeah… I just love you so much, and I don’t know how much longer I’ll have you, you know? In this world, you can never be certain.”

She shrugged as she pulled the towel off the girl's shoulders and then dried herself with it.

"I certainly didn't expect this morning that we'd get your sister's head in the mail tomorrow."

Then, naked as they were, they both left the bathroom, and as Mel shooed her daughter ahead of her into her room, the little girl said with an innocent expression:

"When Sam told me a few days ago what she was planning, I was scared at first. But then I realized that it was exactly what she wanted. That's why she volunteered. Even though she was terribly nervous."

And these innocently uttered words confirmed the suspicion that Melanie had had since the phone call in the morning, but at the very latest since the subsequent conversation with her husband. Namely, that there had apparently not even been a lottery to find a volunteer for the vivisection.

After they entered Becky's room, her mother closed the door behind her and watched as the little girl crawled naked onto the bed. She remained standing at the foot of the bed and rested a hand on her pounding heart.

"So, it was actually Sam's own decision. There wasn't a lottery, was there? She asked Mr. Henderson to choose her."

Becky shrugged.

"I don't know for sure, of course, but she at least told me she was planning to."

Mel took a deep breath. Now it was confirmed. Her daughter had indeed chosen to die of her own free will. And not only that. She had known that it would be a rather painful and bloody way to go. And yet she had faced it with a sense of joy and anticipation. Secretly, her mother admired her for this brave act. And for the fact that her child, even at such a young age, seemed to have clearly known what she wanted from life.

"Did she say anything else?"

She didn't want to push Becky, of course. But now that they'd brought it up, she was desperate to know everything. It was almost as if every additional scrap of information strengthened the small remaining connection she still had to her deceased daughter. But her youngest didn't seem to mind. She carried on cheerfully.

"Only that she knew it would probably hurt a lot. And also, that her leftovers would be used in the cafeteria. She confessed to me that the thought, made her really horny. But that's normal, isn't it? Girls... get slaughtered eventually. There's nothing sad about that."

"No, of course not."

"Then why do you look so sad?"

Her mother bit her lip, embarrassed. With a thoughtful sigh, she sat at the foot of the bed and pulled one leg up onto it. Becky rose to her knees and settled back on her heels. Hands resting on her thighs, she tilted her head to one side and studied her mother curiously, waiting for an answer.

"It's not that I'm really sad. But I miss her, and I think that's normal."

A gentle frown appeared between the nine-year-old’s brows.

"In ethics class, they tell us not to grieve for those who have died. After all, a part of them lives on in us."

Melanie suppressed a soft sigh. She definitely didn’t want to unsettle her child. What she was learning in school was correct, after all. But, of course, it wasn’t always that simple. Life wasn’t just black and white; it was made up of countless shades of gray. Still, she didn’t want to go any deeper into this dark topic. Instead, she conjured a small smile and lifted her hand to brush the little girl’s cheek.

"Of course, that's true. Literally in your case, since you ate a piece of Sam."

As her child snuggled into her hand with a happy smile, she continued.

"But you’re right. Your sister died doing what she loved, and we should be happy about that, right? Maybe someday you’ll feel that happiness too. I truly hope you do."

But then she moved a little closer to the little girl and took her face in both hands. With a serious expression, she looked into her eyes and spoke with fervor.

"But I hope you know that no one can force you to do this. You're free to decide what you want to do. Either you let yourself be grilled someday, like your classmates, or Sam, or you decide to grow up and have children of your own. Or maybe pursue a career, like me."

Becky met her gaze with astonished eyes.

"And you and Daddy wouldn't be disappointed if you could never eat me?"

Of course not. It's your life," her mother replied with conviction, stroking her hair lovingly. "No one can tell you what to do. No one!"

With that, she kissed her lovingly and felt pure happiness when the little girl immediately returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around her. After a few breathless seconds, they separated, and Melanie whispered:

"And now sleep well, darling. Sweet dreams. And tomorrow, you and Bobby can play with Sam's head as much as you like."

A brief, happy glow crossed the young features. But then the little girl leaned back, almost provocatively, and suddenly spread her legs. When Melanie's gaze fell on her bare child pussy, she could see the skin glistening in the moonlight. Almost shyly, the girl tapped her finger on her bald pubic mound and whispered almost inaudibly:

"Mom, would you give me my goodnight kiss here today? This whole thing with Sam turned me on so much. I was so wet the whole time."

Melanie felt her heart rate quicken and a hot flash of lightning shot through her pussy. She licked her lips and gave her daughter a seductive smile.

"Oh, sweety, there's nothing I would love more than to give your delicious little pussy as many kisses as it wants."

And with that, as Becky watched with wide eyes, she laid down between the little girl's spread legs, and breathed in her fresh scent deeply. Her daughter smelled of childlike arousal and raspberry shower gel. Then Mel ran her tongue from the bottom all the way up through her tight little slit, which immediately caused goosebumps to appear on her girl's thighs. A soft whimper escaped her throat.

"Oh, Mommy..."