Sorry, had to delete and repost, because I just discovered the more detailed formatting options. My bad... Here is the fixed version. Second part will follow soon!

Sounds like fun! It's excpectedly a bit dry, being a retelling of the events more than their description, but that is compensated by the originality of the perspective.

Part 2



"Carter, darling, are you down there?"

Mel pricked up her ears as she walked down the narrow basement stairs, listening for a response from her husband, which wasn't long in coming.

"Yes, come on down, honey."

Shortly afterwards she entered the basement garage and looked around. Carter's little kingdom was neatly organized as always, everything was in its place. The hover was jacked up and her husband's legs were sticking out from under the vehicle. Apparently, he was once again busy giving the old thing a bit of a makeover.

"Are you okay?"

“Yes,” he grumbled, and she heard a loud clatter and a muffled curse. "It's just that darn valve in the rear right booster again. I really don't want to tip out of the fly zone in potentially rush hour traffic."

Mel shoved her hands into the pockets of her shorts and grimaced in discomfort.

"Yes, that would be an unpleasant death."

The skyways were terribly crowded every night. And if her husband actually fell uncontrollably from one fly zone into the one below, his demise would be certain. But she didn't want to think about that. And so she bit her lip and took a deep breath.

"But speaking of death, I have news."

“Did something happen?”

Mel nodded silently, but Carter, who continued working, couldn't see, of course. And so she crouched down next to him, placed a hand on his trouser leg, and said quietly:

"Yes, in a way. I'm sorry, honey... but Sam is dead."

The constant rattling that had just filled the garage immediately fell silent. Then the trolley began to move, and her husband appeared. With a serious expression, he blinked up at her, searching her gaze.

"Really?"

His wife nodded.

"Yes, I just had a call from her principal. Apparently, she was chosen by lot to find a volunteer for a vivisection in biology class."

Carter's brows furrowed. Then he sat up and wiped his hands on a dirty rag. He stared past her for a moment before his lips curved into a crooked smile.

"Hmm... Why am I not surprised by this?"

Mel tilted her head questioningly.

"What do you mean?"

But her husband just shrugged and added:

"Oh, it's just that when I flew her to school this morning, she said she was especially looking forward to today. I asked her why, but she just shrugged and chuckled to herself. And when we said goodbye, she kissed me for a long time. Longer than usual and with considerably more tongue."

Melanie blinked a few times, but then bit her lip thoughtfully and nodded.

"Damn, now that you mention it. She gave me a kiss like that, too. And she told me she loved me. Do you think she knew what was coming?"

"Who knows, maybe."

Carter stood up, walked past her to his workbench, and dropped the rag onto it. With his arms crossed, he leaned against the table and met her gaze.

"You know how secretive she could be sometimes."

Mel also rose from her crouching position and approached him. Suddenly she wasn't so sure anymore whether Mrs. Gibson had really told the whole truth. Or perhaps it was more likely that Sam had asked her teacher to skip the drawing and simply select her for vivisection instead. Such an action would be just like her daughter, she thought. Nevertheless, an uncertain worry suddenly spread within her. It was accompanied by a queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"Do you think she didn't tell us because she was afraid we'd talk her out of it?"

The thought wasn't pleasant. In fact, she had always assumed that her children knew that they could always count on her full support, no matter what they planned to do with their lives. Unfortunately, her husband didn't seem to be able to come up with an answer that would have reassured her. Instead, he just shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

"Could be. I don't know."

"But why would she think that? Did we ever give her the impression that we weren't open-minded? Or that we wouldn't respect her wishes?"

Melanie felt that the thought made her sad, much more so than the actual death of her daughter. But Carter didn't seem to want to let her get upset, as he placed a calming hand on her arm.

"Mel, you absolutely mustn't blame yourself. We didn't do anything wrong. We raised our children the way we were raised. And I think we did a particularly good job with Sam."

He smiled thoughtfully, and for a brief moment his gaze seemed to wander into the past. But then he visibly pulled himself together for her sake and continued.

"She knew her place in the world perhaps better than her big brother does. She's always had a mind of her own and done what she wanted. And that's right up to the end, it seems. Honestly, I'm proud of her."

With a happy smile, Mel reached for his hand and squeezed it. She knew she could always rely on her husband. He just always made her feel good. And so, after a while, she replied with a lighter heart:

"Me too. And Mrs. Gibson also said her teacher was extremely pleased with her performance."

"See? Don't worry! Our girl died the way she lived. Headfirst through the wall."

With these words, he placed a hand on her cheek, pulled her towards him and gave her a long and tender kiss. Mel closed her eyes and felt the warmth return to her lap. Then suddenly he cleared his throat, broke away from her, and walked back over to his car. With the push of a button, he released the clamps and the vehicle floated again under its own power, as it should. With a satisfied nod and a crooked smile, he turned back to her. Melanie had been silently watching him and now returned his smile with a shrug.

"Well, yeah... whatever. Anyway, it looks like you're going to get your hobby room after all."

Carter's expression suddenly brightened. A smile spread across his face, and he snapped his fingers.

"Hey, you're right. I should probably start measuring her room."

At his words, his wife's gaze slid a little lower, amused, and settled on the large bulge that was visible in his pants.
“Do you mean with the ruler you have in your pocket?”

Confused, he blinked and looked down at himself.

"What? Which ruler? Oh, I see..."

He laughed sheepishly and gave her a helpless shrug. But Mel was determined not to let this opportunity pass her by. So she stepped close to him, placed her hands on his chest, and gave him a seductive look.

"Wait, let me help you."

She sank to her knees in front of him, raised her hands to his pants, and opened them with nimble fingers. His hard member sprang toward her, and she licked her lips with pleasure. She tenderly pressed a kiss to the underside of the shaft and then ran the tip of her tongue up the entire length to the head of his cock. Her beloved husband acknowledged her efforts with an excited moan.

"Oh, honey. Yes... Oh, you know what you're doing..."

"I should think so."

Lovingly, she ran her tongue up and down his hard cock, repeatedly taking the tip into her mouth, then moving her lips down to his balls and licking them thoroughly. She felt her own pussy soaking through her shorts with excitement. But she could deal with that little problem later. Now it was time to pamper her husband. And so she continued, cupping his buttocks with her hands and shoving herself onto his cock. Years of practice allowed her to suppress her gag reflex and take him in completely. With her eyes closed, she pressed her nose into his pubic hair and swallowed again and again, massaging his hard tip with her throat.

"Oh Mel... you're doing so well..."

Soon she felt him place a hand on the back of her head and tangle his fingers into her dark hair. He held her tight and began to thrust his hips against her. Melanie enjoyed servicing him like this. Even in her youth, when they had just met, she had noticed that he had a penchant for fucking her throat. And even today she enjoyed showing him how much she loved him. In fact, it had only been about a year since she had started teaching Sam how to pleasure him this way. Not that the little girl hadn't been playing with his cock regularly before that. But taking it all the way in had still been a huge challenge for her, one that involved a lot of gagging.

"Yes... yes..."

Carter's gasp told her it wouldn't be long now. And so she took it out of her mouth and began jerking it off right in front of her nose. She looked up at him with a lustful expression and smirked.

"Did the death of our daughter turn you on so much? Or is it perhaps still me who manages to arouse you?"

Her husband gave her an embarrassed grin, and his cheeks actually flushed as he met her gaze. Then he shyly bit his lip and replied:

"Both, honey, both. Oh yes. Oh God, yes..."

When he threw his head back, she redoubled her efforts. Her hand raced up and down his cock, and she panted at him with her mouth open.

"Yes, come for me, come, my darling, give me all you have."

And he did. His hot juice squirted in a high arc onto her face. Mel closed her eyes, opened her mouth wide, and stuck out her tongue. Hot drops wet her skin. The first spurts hit her forehead, nose, and cheeks. But then she tilted her head back and sucked in his cum. She felt it flow over her tongue and smiled contentedly. Moaning, he shot two or three more warm spurts until she finally closed her lips around his cock and sucked gently to get every last drop out of his hard member.
Carter sighed contentedly and leaned against the car door behind him, breathing heavily. His legs trembled, and Mel stood up with a happy smile, gently tucking his slowly softening member back into his pants and carefully zipping them up. The whole time she felt the cum dripping down her face and the thought only excited her more.
"Oh, thank you. That was sorely needed," he sighed at one point, then raised his hand and gently wiped a little of his semen from her eyebrow so it wouldn't run into her eye. Mel tilted her head with a satisfied grin.

"No problem, anytime."

She meant it. Because she truly loved bringing pleasure to her husband and children in this way. But suddenly, a shadow seemed to descend over her husband's features, and so she asked with a worried expression:

"What's wrong?"

But Carter just shrugged and stuck out his lower lip regretfully.

"Oh, well. I think I will miss her blowjob skills the most."

In playful anger, she pushed him away and laughed.

“Wasn’t I good enough for you?”

But when he grabbed her and pulled her closer, she felt a flash of lightning in her pussy again. Especially when he took her chin in his hand and kissed her passionately, despite the semen coating her face and lips.

"Mom, Mom, Mom, have you heard? Have you heard?"

Wearing a brightly colored tank top and denim shorts, her white sneakers pounding against the tiles, nine-year-old Becky stormed into the kitchen, her long dark braid flying behind her. Mel shook her head in amusement and planted her hands on her hips. Her daughter was flushed with excitement, cheeks glowing red, hair plastered to her forehead. She must have run half the way home.
Before Mel could answer, Bobby came around the corner. Dropping his schoolbag with an annoyed sigh, he shook a few blond strands from his forehead.

"Of course, she’s heard. What do you think? Right, Mom?"

Mel raised a calming hand.

"Now, both of you, calm down and take off your shoes."

They obeyed at once. Bobby kicked his shoes off in the hallway, while Becky plopped down on the kitchen floor, tugging her white sneakers from her bare feet. Still breathless, she looked up at her mother and burst out:

"But you already know, don’t you? About Sam."

Melanie swallowed as a cold wave rushed through her chest again.

These are my only children now. Samantha isn’t coming back

Still, she managed to summon a smile for her daughter.

"Yes, Becky, I know your sister is dead. Her principal, Mrs. Gibson, called a few hours ago."

Then she turned to her son, who stood barefoot in the doorway with his arms casually folded. With every passing day, he looked more and more like his father, she thought and the realization made her smile despite herself.

"It sounds like you had quite a morning at recess."

The teenager rolled his eyes and puffed out his cheeks.

"Ain’t that the truth! I barely got a piece. It was such a crush! Everyone wanted a piece of her."

As he pulled his T-shirt over his head, revealing his physique, toned from regular exercise, he continued.

"I was lucky I got two more rolls. Both with ham, I think. Really delicious! That's how I always imagined her."

At the memory, he licked his lips and grinned from ear to ear. Melanie chuckled, amused. But then she narrowed her eyes and gave him an admonishing look.

"I hope you gave one to your sister."

Bobby seemed almost offended.

"Of course, Mom, what do you take me for?"

Becky had meanwhile stood up and was gathering her shoes. Her mother gave her a questioning look. As her son slowly pulled down his pants, she asked her little daughter:

"So, did you like them, sweetheart?"

The girl's eyes lit up. With an enthusiastic nod, she replied:

"She was so great, Mom. But I wish I could have had one of her breasts."

Melanie gave her child a sympathetic look. Her naivety was charming, she thought. Of course, she knew that a girl's breast meat, just like the cunt filet, was always the first thing to go over the counter, especially in a cafeteria as crowded as Midtown Middle School. And so, she replied regretfully, running her hand through the little girl's sweaty hair:

"Well, I guess they were among the first to go. Weren't they?"

Bobby, who was hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, nodded. And as he pulled the unwanted garment off his body and then crumpled it up, he continued:

"Yeah, I saw Tommy Flanagan get one of them. He was so proud. He showed it off to everyone. Even though she didn't really have much to offer in that regard."

Melanie, who had just been biting her lip in admiration at the sight of her naked son, now frowned and shook her head angrily.

"Bobby, can't you stop teasing your sister even when she's dead?"

The grin on the boy's lips froze and was replaced by an embarrassed expression. For a few seconds, he chewed on his lower lip, and crumpled his shirt in front of his chest.

"Sorry, Mom."

"I thought her breasts were nice."

Little Becky seemed almost crestfallen at her words, so her mother pulled her close and gave her a tight squeeze. She lovingly kissed her hair and murmured:

"They were beautiful!"

She gave her son, who was still standing in the doorway with an embarrassed expression, a smile and reached out to him. Bobby didn't hesitate for long, stepped over to the two of them, and joined in the hug. Mel ran her hand down his naked body and gently kneaded his bottom, which made him chuckle and peck her on the cheek. But it wasn't long before little Becky stirred, wrinkling her nose.

"You smell."

Her brother rolled his eyes.

"I'm already on my way to the shower, you pain."

"Be nice you two, you only have each other now!"

For a moment, Mel's eyes flashed with sadness, but then, to ease the tension, she conjured a smile onto her lips and sighed.

"In any case, I'm glad you liked her so much. That would have made her very proud."

Bobby nodded eagerly. You could see that the boy truly meant it when he said:

"Yes, she was amazing, simply incredible! Buttery soft and as sweet as honey. Her meat tasted even better... than Chloe’s did back then."

His mother raised her eyebrows in surprise. She hadn't expected that, but before she could respond, his little sister was already grinning cheekily at him and starting to sing.

"Bobby and Chloe! Bobby and Chloe...!"

Her big brother was just about to grab her. With a frown, he reached out and called:

"Stop it, you...!"

But the little girl had already slipped away with a laugh, darting out of the kitchen and down the hallway, most likely racing for the bathroom before him. Bobby came to an abrupt halt when his mother’s voice cut in.

“Bobby!”

She had deliberately spoken in a soft tone, but clear enough to stop him in his tracks. Embarrassed, he turned back to her. Mel smiled gently as she stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. Almost instinctively, he rested his hands on her hips. For a brief moment, mother and son simply looked into each other’s eyes.

He’s as tall as I am now. Time really does fly

"Hey, you don't have to be ashamed of your feelings. Your cousin was a charming girl. I can understand why you were so in love with her."

A sheepish smile played on his lips, and his cheeks flushed. His mother chuckled.

"And she was absolutely delicious. Both grilled and alive."

"Mooom..."

An annoyed eye roll, accompanied by a faint smile, was the response to her words. But she just shrugged.

"What? Can you blame me for trying her a few times? You raved about her so much. I just wanted to know what she was like. And you were right, she was a firecracker in bed."

She wouldn't have believed it, but her son blushed even redder. He lowered his gaze and stared at his feet. His mother placed her fingertip under his chin, lifted his head again, and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"But for you to say your sister tasted even better is a great compliment for Sam. One she would have loved to hear from you."

She meant her words sincerely, even though she wished Bobby and Samantha had gotten along a little better when she was still alive. Yes, the two had sex, quite often. But when they weren't in bed together, they often bickered the whole time. Now, however, she could see in her son’s eyes that he would miss his little sister. And his next words confirmed her suspicions.

" It feels strange without her."

"I know."

Melanie sighed, but she didn't want to let the mood turn too somber. So she kissed her son again, a little longer this time, and even let her tongue play between his lips for a second. But then she ran her fingers through his wet hair, ruffled his hairstyle, and stepped back. A quick glance told her that his handsome cock was already at half-mast.

"I love you, my boy. Now go and freshen up, especially if you want to stay naked again. And remember, no sex before homework, that goes for masturbating too."

She had to chuckle when he gave her a pained look.

"Mooom!"

But then he seemed to understand that she meant it. Because he grabbed his dropped clothes and backpack and shuffled off toward the bathroom. His mother watched him for a moment. Then she leaned against the kitchen counter and stared thoughtfully into space for a moment. And suddenly, a passage from an old children’s book came to mind, one that she used to read aloud to Samantha.

And then there were just two…

Hehe. An excellent read so far. It's nice to see new Sidneyverse stories from you again. Or anything in general. And I can only imagine what's in store for the two yummy siblings in the next chapter. ;)

I showed Edward a screenshot of the start of the story and he was quite pleased and surprised by the site. He wanted me to ask you if you could reach out to him again. He misses talking with you.

>>28014
Or with me I should add, if you're more comfortable with that, or it's easier for you. I don't mind being the middleman or helping you get back in touch.

>>28015
Thank you very much. I'll reach out to him one of these days via pixiv and if it's okay, I'll shoot you a message on eka's portal as well. Maybe you wanna post the story there too, once it's finished.

>>28016
"Tell him I don't have pixiv any more but we can communicate through you. :)"

His response, in case that wasn't apparent. ^^"
But yeah, if you wanted to message me on Eka's Portal that's fine with me. And sure, I'd be happy to host your Sidneyverse story, and any others, once it's complete. <3

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.

Well then, isn't it getting better and better? Good job!

> Her name was Pam
Wait, who's name? The girl who got her head turned into a Happy Ending Head? Wasn't that Rhona?

>>28023
Thank you! :)

Rhona is the friend Becky mentioned. Pam was Rhona's sister and Alex is the brother, who showed her what the head is good for. ;)

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..."

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.

FINAL CHAPTER



Two days later, the Fisher family sat together for breakfast. It was one of the moments Mel enjoyed the most. Especially when her husband was on vacation, and was able to spend time at home with his loved ones, like it was the case for the last two weeks. The house still seemed a little quieter than usual. After all, one family member was no longer there. At least not entirely, she thought, casting a quick glance over at Samantha's old spot. Bobby, the eternal joker, had brought her head from his room and placed it on a plate. That way she could keep them company at breakfast, he had said, grinning cheekily. Melanie, who had at least been grateful that he had cleaned his toy beforehand, had let him have his will this time, but she would definitely not allow it in the long run. It just wouldn’t be right.

The mood was cheerful. Bobby talked all the time about a planned trip he wanted to take with Tommy. The friendship between the two was growing ever closer. And Mel secretly suspected that there were much deeper feelings at play, than her son was willing to admit. She saw the sparkle in his eyes every time he spoke of the other boy. And she recognized it for what it was: Love. Surely it would only be a matter of time before he too would realize how he really felt about the handsome boy next door.

Carter listened to his son the whole time with a happy smile. The boy had inherited his love of camping from his father. And so, it wasn't surprising to Mel that her husband enthusiastically put his hand on his offspring's shoulder the whole time, beamed at him, and gave him advice.

Becky on the other hand was suspiciously quiet during breakfast. She poked at her food, constantly glancing over to the other side of the table where her big sister's head rested on a platter. Her mother was a little worried about her. But just as she was about to turn to the little girl to ask her what was bothering her, the nine-year-old raised her head and, with a thoughtful gesture, put her cutlery aside. Then she spoke with a serious expression:

"When my time comes, I want you to slaughter me, Dad."

Her father almost choked on his scrambled eggs. He stared at his daughter in disbelief.

"What?"

Bobby's eyes also widened in shock, and the fork he had just raised to his mouth froze in midair. Mel leaned across the table with a frown and reached out for her child

"What are you talking about, love?"

But Becky just shrugged her shoulders with the utmost matter-of-factness and pushed her plate a little bit away from her. Then she leaned back and clasped her hands in front of her stomach in a gesture that suddenly made her seem much older.

"Well, when my time comes, I want you to be the ones to eat me. I don't want to end up on the plate of some stranger who doesn't really know me. Who doesn't know who I am, or who might have already forgotten me the moment they swallowed the last bite."

Her parents exchanged puzzled glances. Mel felt a cold lump settle in her stomach, and Carter lowered his fork, his fingers trembling. Even Bobby swallowed hard, his eyes flitting nervously between his sister and their parents. Mel gently rubbed her daughters arm.

"Honey, do you remember the conversation we had recently? In the shower?"

The little girl's dark brows furrowed slightly.

"Yes, of course I remember. But I still believe that at some point it's just meant to be." Again she shrugged, as if she wasn't discussing her own impending death. "One day I'll definitely end up on the platter, and then I'd at least like to be able to decide who it belongs to."

Mel swallowed at her daughter's words and looked up at her husband. He licked his lips a few times and then folded his hands on the table.

"But you haven't made any firm plans yet, have you? You haven't secretly registered with Sidney’s yet, or something?"

The little girl avoided his piercing gaze but shook her head.

"No."

“She couldn’t do that without your consent, could she?”

Bobby’s quiet interjection sounded genuinely concerned, even as he tried to mask it. His gaze, however, kept drifting back to his little sister. This time, Mel detected not mischief in his eyes, but genuine worry. But before she or her husband could respond, Becky’s voice rose, her brows furrowed.

“I totally could. You’re so not up to date, you know.”

With a startled expression, the teenager looked up at his parents, and Mel couldn't help but shrug.

"She's right, Bobby. The age limit was dropped a long time ago. She can register at any time. There's nothing we can do about it. But I still hope you didn't," she said to her youngest child. "Because then… you would have given up your freedom of choice, sweetie."

Becky just nodded with conviction. Then she picked up her fork again and stabbed at a piece of girl bacon, her father brought home from the store this morning

"I know. No, I don't. And I don't want to die now. But someday, definitely, and when that time comes, I want you to do it, Dad."

Carter slumped back into the back of his chair, staring at his daughter and placing a hand on his chest. A touched smile played on his lips, and he met his wife's gaze. Mel looked at him. Her heart was in turmoil, but of course she knew how the world worked and she respected her daughter's decision. In fact, a part of her was even happy about it, because the little girl seemed to have accepted her fate, just like Samantha.

She's becoming more and more like her

After a while, her husband found his voice.

"Darling, I'm truly honored. I didn't expect this. Do you… know how you'd like to do it yet?"

Without looking at him, the little girl shrugged again and put the bacon in her mouth. After a while, a smile formed on her lips.

"Out in the garden, when it's warm and sunny. A simple spit, and just the four of us. Yes, you too, Bobby," she added, with a cheeky sideways glance at her brother, who was staring at her with wide eyes. And his expression only grew more astonished when she suddenly continued, her cheeks flushed.

"Because to be honest, I want you to have my head... as a gift. Then you can use me whenever you want."

Her brother's eyes widened. His gaze flickered from Becky to his parents and back to her. And then he suddenly jumped up, rushed around the table, and hugged his little sister tightly. He gave her a big kiss on the cheek and buried his face in her hair

"Thank you, Becky! This is amazing! Wow!"

The little girl grinned widely. When he finally let go, she brushed her cheek with the back of her hand. Her eyes sparkled as she replied softly:

"That alone is worth losing my head for."

Mel quietly brushed a tear from her cheek and turned away for a moment to compose herself. The small scene had moved her deeply, and her gaze lingered briefly on Sam’s head.

I wish you could have lived to see that

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her husband reach out to his daughter and tenderly stroke her cheek.

"Darling, if you really want this and don't change your mind by then, I promise I'll grant your wish. I'll make your death as unforgettable as I possibly can. And when it happens, you'll taste delicious. I'm absolutely certain of it."

The little girl's cheeks flushed. She bit her lip shyly and nodded.

"Thanks, Dad

Mel, who was having great difficulty keeping her voice from trembling, also stood up, walked over to her daughter, and hugged her tightly. She hugged her to her chest and the little girl returned the hug warmly. Her voice raspy with emotion, she whispered:

"I'm so incredibly proud of you, darling. But I hope you're taking your time with this."

"I will. A few years, at least."

And when the two separated again, Bobby pulled his little sister closer and gave her a loving kiss that brought a blush to the little girl's cheeks.

"I'm really happy about that. I want to spend a lot more time with you. After all, you're my favorite sister."

Melanie and Carter exchanged a touched look as Bobby gave her a little kiss and lovingly ran his fingers through her hair. Becky blushed, hung her head, and grinned.

"That's no mean feat. After all, I'm your only sister."

Phew, finally caught up with it!

What can I say, the bittersweet tone is a bit too bitter for my taste, but overall the story is pretty good and I enjoyed it alright.

Now, for nitpicking...

> Rhona is the friend Becky mentioned. Pam was Rhona's sister and Alex is the brother, who showed her what the head is good for. ;)

This line:

"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."

Reads like it's Rhona who was barbecued and made into an onahead.

> "That's no mean feat. After all, I'm your only sister."

That's a good ending, but one line short from being perfect. It should have just one more line going like this:

"True", bobby agreed, and the two of them laughed in unison under Sam's content gaze.

>>28047
Good idea with the last sentence! I think I'll add it.

I'm afraid that's a basic mood present in most of my stories. It's just a stylistic choice, since I write the stories mainly for myself. But I'm very glad you liked it anyway. Regarding the confusion with "Rhona's House," the sentence works perfectly in German. I use a translator who usually does a pretty good job, but certainly not always perfect. Sorry if such misunderstandings occur from time to time. I try to eliminate them beforehand, but I don't always notice them.

Thank you for the story. It was a nice bit of world building and a lovely soft core story.

Take this next part with a grain of salt as it's only my personal opinion, but the thing that always vexed me about Edward Hyde's stories are that they seem to lack intimacy. The girls are processed, yes, but it's much more mechanical/clinical and the sum of their lives until then is nothing more than their meat quality. It just strikes me that the consumption of free range girl meat should be much more intimate as you're not only eating her meat, but everything that made her what she was up to that point and everything she might have become if she hadn't been eaten. This is something TheVisitorBlack usually does very well, in associating a girl's meat with her entire life.

This is just me, but if a girl is just meat, as opposed to a girl, then it's like getting aroused over a steak. Delicious, sure, but not exactly something I'm going to fap to. =P

My personal suggestion, would be to add a few lines about how the girl's lifestyle and personality affects her meat quality and taste and to more strongly tie in how sexy it is to eat and be eaten. Perhaps a lore drop to explain population stability is due to girl meat being a powerful aphrodisiac and fertility drug lol.

>>28049
Thank you for the feedback. I'm really happy to read your thoughts!
Regarding the intimacy, that comes with eating girl meat, I think that depends on the way a girl is slaughtered. If she deliberately registers for industrial processing at one of the plants there's no place for that I think. But when she goes to a local butcher, like in Edward Hyde's wonderful story "Sole Food" for example that's an entirely different thing. Actually I have an idea for a similar story, that's about a butcher who takes pride in displaying information about every girl he has on display and wants to get to know them a little before he slaughters them, so he can tell the customers a little bit about their lives.

Oh, a new butcher story with that idea sounds amazing to me! Incidentally, Sole Food was one of my favorite Edward Hyde stories. But I do wish there could have been additional focus on the girl's fillet at the end and that the butchering process was a bit more sensual. But the option for the protagonist to watch the process as if it was a normal thing was a nice touch.

You're right about mass produced industrial butchering though, of course. There are many stories of this where it's well done, but none in the Sydney Universe, I think.

Incidentally, there is an Anime called the Promised Neverland which aligns quite nicely with Edward Hyde's stories. I would recommend it for someone who likes this genre.

> Good idea with the last sentence! I think I'll add it.

Speaking of it, I just had a thought, maybe "approving gaze" would be even better. But either way, thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed my little addition!

I just finished reading it, and I liked it. I don't usually write about what happens afterwards or about the families, but I liked that perspective, its a nice point of view, and it was well written, congrats!

>>28169
Thank you so much! :) I actually have an idea for a sequel, so I might revisit this fun little family sometime in the future.