Part 6


“We’ve got mail.”

As Carter’s voice echoed down the hallway, Melanie felt her heart leap into her throat. She hurried from the bathroom, where she had just freshened up after gardening, back into the living room, now bathed in bright afternoon sunlight. At the same time, the loud patter of little feet on the stairs signaled that her children had noticed their father’s return as well.
Mel saw him closing the patio door with one hand while carrying a package under the other. The radiant smile he gave her said everything: this was exactly what they had been waiting for all day.

My daughter is home

Mel bit her lip and clasped her hands to her chest. She couldn’t speak, but there was no need, her husband seemed to understand her completely. He approached, resting a hand on the back of her neck, and pressed a tender kiss to her lips.

“She’s here.”

At that moment, the children came rushing in, Bobby leading the charge, as always, completely naked and visibly aroused, shouting excitedly:

“Oh, open it, Dad! Go on!”

Becky, who had spent the morning at the pool, and was still wearing only a bikini bottom, barreled past him, her own excitement shining through.

“Yes, Dad, please!”

Carter laughed, lifting the box and gently trying to wriggle past his bouncing daughter.

“Now make some room for me. Bobby, clear the table.”

His son quickly obeyed, shoving aside used glasses and a few scattered magazines. Carter settled onto the couch, placed the package on the table, and glanced at his wife.

“Honey, could you pass me the knife?”

Melanie, who until now hadn’t been able to take her eyes off the package, shook herself back into the present. Her heart pounding, she walked over to the small work table, picked up the sharp knife, and handed it to her husband. He immediately placed the blade against the box, and the excitement shining in his eyes revealed just how thrilled he was to finally unwrap the unexpected gift. Mel had hardly been able to think about anything else since they learned yesterday that Sam was going to be transformed into a Happy-Ending head. But for her, it wasn't so much the anticipation of the new sex toy as the longing to finally see her beloved daughter's face again that made her heart pound.

"Well, let's see then."

Carter carefully reached into the box, all keeping a close eye on him. Becky leaned far across the table, trembling with excitement.

"Go on, Dad. I can't wait."

Although she shared her child’s excitement, Mel placed a hand gently on the little girl’s bare back and stroked it soothingly. As she did, she murmured absentmindedly:

"Patience, sweety, you'll see her soon."

While his father lifted the opaque gel pad packaging from the box and began to undo the clasps, Bobby bit his lip excitedly.

"I wonder what hairstyle they gave her."

His little sister stared questioningly at her brother, who was sitting cross-legged in an armchair.

"Why? What do you mean?"

Carter took it upon himself to answer. As he carefully ran the tip of his knife between the gel pads, he explained:

"He means, this kind of work sometimes requires a bit of creativity. The heads aren't always in good condition after being processed in the kitchen."

Becky looked up in alarm and stared at her mother, but Melanie just smiled reassuringly and placed a hand on her cheek. She wasn't too worried. Samantha had been quite a tomboy. She rarely allowed her hair to grow longer than four inches. And so, she tapped the little girl reassuringly on the nose and said:

"Don't worry. With your sister's short hair, like it was recently, I don't think you have to worry about not recognizing her."

Bobby gave her a crooked grin.

"Yeah, that's true. It was always a little difficult to hold her properly when I fucked her in the mouth."

Mel shook her head, laughing.

"Well, I guess you didn't have to hold her much. She hardly resisted it, after all."

Her son's cheeks turned a shade of pink as he avoided her gaze and chuckled quietly to himself.

"That's true."

But then Carter seemed to have finally done it. The gel pads fell carelessly to the floor, and he was holding his daughter's head in his hands. A bright smile spread across his face as he picked her up and turned her to face them all.

"Voila, there we have her. So, what do you say?"

Mel found it difficult to describe the feeling she felt at that moment. For Samantha looked the same as always. Her hair, finger-length and straw-blonde, hung pertly over her forehead, her eyes were closed, a faint smile on her features. The head looked somehow smaller than she remembered, cradled in her husband’s strong hands, but that could also be because she had never seen it on its own before.

Suddenly, she felt Becky snuggle up to her trustingly, her arm around her waist. Reflexively, she stroked her hair and held her close, while the little girl whispered.

"Hey, big sister, good to see you again."

The words left a hard lump in her mother's throat. Her gaze briefly flickered over to her son, who was staring transfixed at his sister's head. And even though his erection hadn't subsided in the last few minutes, but rather seemed to have gotten harder, there was no lust in his gaze at the moment, but rather brotherly love.
Finally, Melanie managed to clear her throat and return her husband's smile.

"She looks the same as always, doesn't she? Like she's just sleeping."

Carter nodded, and suddenly the spell seemed to be broken. Becky rushed to the couch and sat down next to him to get a closer look at the head, and Bobby also leaned closer and shyly extended his hand.

"The eyes open up, right?"

His father pursed his lips.

"Of course, they do. Wait a sec. Here, see?"

He placed both thumbs on his dead daughter's eyelids and pulled them upwards. At the same time, little Becky's lips curled into a radiant smile.

"Oh, cool! Are those hers?"

Melanie smiled as she sat down next to her and looked over her shoulder. She wiped a damp strand of hair from her forehead and fixed her gaze on the bright blue eyes of her daughter, or rather, her former daughter. Because what was resting there in her husband's hands was her head, but...
She didn't finish the thought because Carter was already shaking his head and opening little Sam's eyes a little wider, so that she was now staring at him almost in shock.

"No, but I think they chose them pretty well, don't they? Eyes can’t be preserved very well. They would have to be made of plastisol, or at least glass."

Curiously, he pressed lightly on one of the blue spheres. But apparently, his caution didn’t quite match his enthusiasm. Suddenly, the marble leapt toward him and tumbled to the floor, clattering as it rolled under the table.

“And yes… they’re easy to remove.”

He shot a sheepish glance at his wife, but she just shook her head.

“Careful, darling!”

“Sorry.”

Meanwhile, Becky had crawled under the table, emerged on the other side, and held the blue sphere up triumphantly.

“Here it is!”

She handed it to her father, who immediately reached out to place it back where it belonged.

“Thanks, love.”

Then, turning to his son, he adds:

"But yes, you see, you can also remove them, which gives you two more holes. Right?"

"Riiiight."

Bobby chuckled, and his father couldn’t quite hide his own mischievous grin. Melanie shook her head, listening to the two of them. She couldn’t tell which one had the naughtier expression, so she simply laughed softly and thought to herself:

Boys

At the same time, a warm feeling stirred in her chest, as she was once again struck by how incredibly similar Bobby was to his father and how effortlessly the two of them got along. Yet, as usual, it seemed to fall to her to ask the truly important questions. So, she pointed to the head and asked:

"What about the tank? Is it easy to clean? You know I always have to do the cleaning."

Carter immediately nodded. He turned his daughter's head a few times and then looked at the neck cap from below.

"Wait, I'll check. It opens down here."

He grabbed the elegant silver cap with the Sidney’s logo and twisted vigorously clockwise. The cap was unscrewed, and he held his head out triumphantly. But then he paused and frowned in surprise.

“Wait a minute!”

But Bobby, who had been rummaging through the box the whole time and was now perched on the arm of the sofa holding a small booklet, shook his head.

“No, Dad,” he said, a hint of irritation in his voice. “On the old models, you had to reach down there to pull out the tank. Not on the new ones.”

His father just rolled his eyes and pointed exasperatedly at little Sam’s face.

“What? What are you talking about? How else am I supposed to…?”

Bobby grinned widely, clearly proud that he knew something his tech-savvy father didn’t. Melanie wasn’t surprised. After all, his best friend Tommy was the son of one of the city’s most famous taxidermists, so it was obvious he had picked up a lot along the way. Expectantly, the boy held out his hand.

“Wait, I’ll show you. Can I try?”

“Sure, here.”

Carter handed the head to his son, and he immediately placed it in his lap, and it was probably no coincidence that he rested Sam's cheek directly against his hard cock. Becky didn't seem to have missed this either, because she clapped her hand over her mouth and grinned broadly at her mother, who returned her gaze with an amused twinkle in her eyes. But if Bobby noticed any of this, he ignored it. Instead, he pointed to the back of Sam's head, where a small switch was visible under a few strands of blond hair.

“See? Back here. That’s how you open it.”

Incredulous, his father leaned closer and murmured,

“How did you know?”

But Bobby just waved the small, old-fashioned paper booklet with a cheeky grin and rolled his eyes.

“There’s an instruction manual, Dad!”

When Carter let out an indignant snort, Mel laughed, shaking her head. Gently scratching her husband’s scowling neck, she said to her son:

“You have to forgive your father, Bobby. He never reads manuals.”

Bobby grinned mischievously, while his father puffed out his chest, indignant.

“Laugh all you want, but I still get the hover to work, right? Now let me press this button for a moment.”

With that, he took the head out of the boy's hand and pressed the small switch. The upper half of the skull popped open, revealing the interior. Becky flinched, but then giggled uncontrollably at the sight and laughed:

"Ha! Like a toilet seat."

While Melanie gave her daughter an incredulous look, her brother narrowed his eyes thoughtfully and tapped his chin.

“You're right, that gives me an idea.”

But then his mother raised a warning finger, fixing her son with a stern glare.

"Don't you dare pee in your sister's head!"

She knew exactly what her son was into. And although she didn't blame him for it, she certainly wouldn't allow it. Bobby didn't reply. He just blushed and grinned to himself. His father seemed to prefer to ignore the matter, as he bent low over his daughter's opened head and curiously rummaged around inside. Then he let out a surprised sound.

"Look at this! There are accessories in there."

Mel moved a little closer, causing Becky to slide off the couch and continue watching from the floor. In fact, she timidly reached out and lovingly brushed a few strands of hair from her sister's forehead. Meanwhile, her mother curiously leaned over the opened toy.

"Really?"

"Yes, I just saw that there's a thread on the bottom. I think you can swap the sleeve for the neck opening. Yes, look! You can swap out the esophagus, for a vagina or an anus."

Excited, Bobby dropped the instructions and immediately reached into the head to grab the two pieces. His sister jumped up and leaned curiously over his shoulder, and the two of them were already eyeing the accessories of their new toy with wide eyes.

"How hot is that?" the boy asked, twirling the two attachments between his fingers in fascination. "Do you think they're really modeled after her ass and pussy?"

But before Melanie or her husband could answer, little Becky grabbed one of the two pieces and frowned.

"Let me see..."

She examined the sleeve for a few seconds and then held it out to her mother with an excited expression.

"Look, the labia look like hers, don't they, Mom?"

Almost reverently, Mel took the small object in her hands. Indeed, just an object, she thought, and weighed it on her fingers. She looked at the circular frame and the replica of an eleven-year-old female vagina embedded within it. It was obviously made of silicone and was made like a typical pocket pussy that you could buy in any store. Obviously, unlike the head, it wasn't an actual body part of her deceased daughter. And yet she had to admit there was a certain resemblance.

"You're right, but somehow I don't think they had time to take prints."

Carter, who had been watching her silently from the side the whole time, a certain concern sparkling in his eyes, also nodded thoughtfully.

"I can't imagine that either, but maybe they made a holo at school. And sent it to Mr. Lewis."

As he said this, he lovingly placed a hand on her leg. But then he turned to his son, who was still fascinated by the other sleeve and was experimentally probing Sam’s butt with his index finger.

"Bobby, next time you're at your friend's and happen to run into his father, ask him about it, okay?"

"I will, Dad."

Melanie gave her boy a grateful smile and handed him back the small, still shrink-wrapped vagina. Carter, meanwhile, raised her head slightly, skull open, to gaze thoughtfully into his dead daughter's face. The feelings this sight aroused in her were confusing. For one thing, a flash of excitement shot into her crotch and made her pussy wet. On the other hand, there was this little stab in her heart that reminded her again and again with regret that this had once been her living, breathing, happy little daughter. And secretly, she believed her husband felt the same way. Because even though his words suggested otherwise, his tone was thoughtful when he said:

"My god..., I can't wait to try you out."

You… not “it”

For a second, neither of them said anything. Bobby and Becky were for once standing peacefully side by side. The little girl even had her arm around his waist and leaned her head on his shoulder. And her brother, too, was fondly observing Sam's head, which his father still held lovingly in his hands. Mel felt she had to try to lighten the mood a little. And so, she rolled her eyes and nudged her husband from the side.

"But before you do that, finally tell me what the sperm tank looks like."

Carter chuckled and gave her a quick sideways glance. Then he tilted his head slightly to allow her to see inside.

"Here, look, it's quite large and I think fairly easy to remove."

Mel nodded and carefully touched the built-in tank with her fingertips. It was also made of silicone and was probably secured with a simple snap fastener at both openings. She nodded, but before she could reply, her son's almost shy voice could be heard again.

"Is it big enough for..."

Mel narrowed her eyes and glared at him from under furrowed brows.

"It'll be enough for one or two loads."

"No, I thought..."

But before the visibly aroused teenager could finish the sentence, his mother gave him a sour smile.

"I know exactly what you were thinking, Bobby. But I'll tell you again. You're not peeing in your sister's head!"

Becky grimaced in disgust and pushed her brother away.

"You're so disgusting, Bobby!"

He tried to playfully hit her, but the little girl once again proved to be too fast for him and dodged with a clever leap. Her brother growled in frustration:

"Go on, speak up, you little toe-sucker!"

His sister, who had indeed developed a certain fondness for feet lately, was sticking her tongue out at him. But then her father raised his hand and silenced them both with a quick gesture.

"Quiet, you two! Stop teasing each other! Bobby, your mother is right. You're not peeing in your sister's head! And Becky, you don't blame anyone for their fetishes. Do you hear?"

Mel was extremely grateful to her husband for speaking up for once. Usually, he let them do as they pleased, as long as he was left alone. But this time he seemed to care about keeping the peace. Nevertheless, his daughter put her hands on her hips and began to protest.

"But you said it yourself..."

But then he shook his head again and raised his hand to stop her.

“This isn’t about Bobbies likes or dislikes. This is about hygiene. This is a toy we all share, and we keep it clean. Do we understand each other?”

With a serious expression, he looked at his two children until they both lowered their heads in understanding. Becky was the first to give in.

"Yes."

"Yes, Dad."

Carter breathed a sigh of relief and glanced quickly at his wife. The role of strict parent had never suited him well. Sam and Becky, in particular, had always come to him when they wanted something, because he was the softer of the two. Nevertheless, Mel smiled encouragingly at him and placed a loving hand on his knee. Then she turned to her two children.

"Okay, now make yourselves scarce, both of you. Your father and I want to be alone with your sister for a while."

The two seemed to realize there was no point in protesting any further. So, Bobby carefully placed the two pieces back into Sam's head and closed the lid. Then, to Mel's surprise, he took his sister's hand and gently pulled her out of the room. He did, however, give her a knowing look over the shoulder. He seemed to sense that they wanted a little privacy so they could try out his sister's head in peace.

When the two had disappeared and their footsteps slowly faded away on the stairs, Melanie sighed and reached for her daughter's head. She held it tenderly in her hand, looked into her face and stroked her cheek with her thumb. Then she lifted it and gently touched her small forehead with hers. She was cooler than usual. A clear reminder that this was just a dead object and no longer the breathing, living body of her beloved child.

"Are you okay, darling? You look depressed."

She heard the words of her beloved husband, but at the moment she simply did not have the strength to respond. So, she just nodded and then looked down into those familiar blue eyes again. A moment later, she felt his strong hand between her shoulder blades and bit her lip.

"I didn't think her death would affect you so much. We knew from the beginning that something like this could happen. That's life."

"I know… that’s not it. It's just… a little strange seeing her like this, that's all."

She lifted the head and looked at it, holding it at arm's length in the light, smiling sadly.

"This is clearly my daughter, my child, whom I fed, rocked to sleep, and took to school. But at the same time, it's just her head. Preserved and reworked into a sex toy."

She gave him a sour smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. Carter seemed to realize that this wasn’t as easy for her as he had originally thought. In Mel’s eyes, his next words reminded her once again how lucky she had been when she first met him some sixteen years ago.

“If you’re uncomfortable with the whole thing, I’ll send it back.”

Though grateful for the gesture, she immediately shook her head, firmly and decisively.

“No! Absolutely not! Don't get me wrong, Carter, I'm incredibly happy to have at least a part of her back. But it's also going to take some time getting used to. I mean, I look at her and recognize my child, but she's just a toy."

Mel let out a soft laugh and then couldn't help but press the little button again, causing her skull to pop back open like the lid of a toilet seat... or a trash can. She held out the open head to her husband and continued:

"Look, where her mind used to be, that wonderful, brilliant mind, all her ideas, her thoughts, her dreams... there's now just a hollow space, lined with silicone, where her accessories are stored and into which you and Bobby can cum. He even wants to pee in her... The whole situation is kind of...bizarre..."

Then she licked her lips, closed her eyes, and sank back into the chair, holding the small head in her lap. Then she breathed in a trembling voice:

"And at the same time, it's incredibly arousing."

There was a moment of silence, and Mel lovingly stroked her daughter’s short blond hair. Then she felt Carter stir beside her, snuggling a little closer. His hand found her breast, and he began to caress it tenderly and kiss her neck. His thumb stroked her hard nub, sending a pleasant shiver down her body.

"You know she would have liked the idea."

Slowly, she turned her gaze to her beloved husband. With a pounding heart, she watched him as he continued to tenderly caress her breast. He was right, she knew it all too well. Even as a little girl, Sam had collected the Sidney catalogs in her room. The toys in particular had always fascinated her. Reworked body parts, hands, feet, but especially the heads of the girls, some of whom were not much older than she was at the time. She had cut them out and stuck them into her sticker albums, which always elicited an amused smile from her mother. Lovingly, she lowered her gaze into the so familiar face, ran her thumb over her lips, and twisted them into a crooked smile, such as she had seen her give before.

"Yes, you're right. Our little Sam had a dirty mind."

"And she was… headstrong."

Mel snorted.

"Yes, that she was."

Another touch from her husband caused a flash of excitement to shoot through her cunt, making her shiver gently. She gave him a seductive look and licked her lips.

"Admit it. You want to try her out."

"Of course, I do."

Mel bit her lip and then slid off the couch, kneeling in front of her husband. She took the head with her. held it next to hers, cheek to cheek, kissing the little girl gently, never taking her eyes off her husband.

"So? Which hole do you want to try first?"

Carter took a shaky breath and grabbed his crotch in excitement. She could see how much effort it was taking for him not to simply take the toy out of her hand and pounce on it. But he controlled himself and instead whispered with a lustful look:

"I want her mouth, honey, please, give me her mouth."

She beamed at him and then watched as he unzipped his pants and freed his cock. It sprang towards her like a flagpole, hard and aroused, and immediately her heart began to pound. But Mel knew full well that at this moment it wasn't her he desired, but her child. Little Sam, who had served him so skillfully, with all her holes, so many times before. Now she would do it in a new way. But for that, she would need her help. And so, she opened her daughter's usually willing mouth, looked at her for a moment, played with a fingertip between her lips and with her tongue, and winked provocatively at Carter. Then she turned the little girl's face towards him and slowly but surely guided her onto his hard cock, which was throbbing with excitement. And when he finally entered her, he moaned with pleasure.

"Oh Mel, that feels divine."

His wife smiled. The sight of him sinking his cock into her child's mouth sent hot flashes into her cunt, as always. But she forbade herself to touch herself. Instead, she gently took Carter's hand and guided it to the little head. He understood and took the lead. She sank down on the couch next to him and watched as he masturbated with this wonderful new toy. Mel, however, knew what her task was and she was secretly looking forward to it. Because she suspected it would have the desired effect. And so, she pressed herself close to him, ran her hand over his chest into the neckline of his shirt and tenderly stroked his chest hair. Then, in a young girl’s voice, that she hoped sounded like her dead daughters, she whispered close to his ear:

"Yes, Dad, give me everything you have. Give it to me. You know how much I need it..."

Carter's moans, which filled the entire house just seconds later, also reached his children's ears. The two exchanged astonished glances and then both started laughing.