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Weston sits alone on his bed, the door to his room locked, his knees curled up to her chest, and his hands rubbing each other in constant motion. His mom and dad didn't like when he locked his door, and he fully expected a rougher session as punishment, but he needed to make sure they wouldn't enter his room without warning. He could not risk them seeing the certificate, not before he knew what it meant.

A birth certificate is laid out before Weston, bearing the information of a girl named Willow that held the same last name as his family. She would be 26 today, if the document could be trusted. Weston vigorously shakes his head at the thought, as if trying to force the idea out of his mind.

"But it can't be. I don't have any siblings." Weston mutters to himself, "This is just a mix up with the hospital."

Weston's confusion voice betrays his words. His mind races for an explanation, desperate for closure on the meaning of the document. If he did have an Older Sister, why hasn't he meet her? why haven't his parents told him about her? And why was her birth certificate hidden away under the floorboards of his parents' room? Weston continues to stare at the certificate, as if the words would somehow shift and reveal their secrets, but no such miracle happened.

Suddenly a series of knock rocks his door, and Weston jumps out of his skin. His head snaps towards the door as his father's voice booms through.

"Weston! Your mother and I are getting tired of you locking yourself up, come out now or I will break this door down!" Weston Fathers voice booms, filled with barely restrained anger. Weston quickly stashes the certificate under his bed and jumps up to unlock the door, his body moving more on instinct rather than conscious choice.

The moment the sounds of the locks turning can be heard, the door is ripped open by Weston's father, his large figure glowering over his son. Weston stumbles back, his fingers stinging from the handle being ripped from his grasp. Before he can say anything, Weston's arm is grabbed, and his father pulls him out of his room and begins dragging him to their living room. Weston meekly stumbles on his feet as he tries to gain some balance.

Once they enter the living room, Weston's father tosses him onto their couch, where a frosted cake with 13 candles rests on the table in front of it. Weston pauses for a moment to stare at the cake. He had completely forgotten that today is his 13th birthday. Weston turns his head to his father, with some amount of guilt over angering him after seeing the cake he brought him.

"I'm so-"

"I don't want to hear it" Weston's father snaps, cutting him off.

"Now, now." Weston's mother says, as she saunters into the room from the kitchen. "No need for fighting. This is Weston's special day. We should be a little more forgiving."

Westons' mother caresses his father's arm, which seems to calm him down, before both parents sit on either side of him. Weston turns to his mother, to thank her and to apologize, only to feel her soft lips on his before any words could escape. The kiss lingers for a second, before his mother pulls away and gently pushes Weston to face the cake.

"Go on dear, make your wish and have a slice." His mother says in a sweet voice, managing to sooth Westons's worries for the moment. Weston then leans forward, takes a deep breath, and blows as hard as he can to put out the candles. His mind rushes to think of a wish, and only one manages to present itself.

'I wish I knew what happened to Willow.'

Once all the candles were out, Weston's mother cuts a slice off cake and offers it to her son, who gladly takes it. The sweetness of the cake, along with its fluff structure that causes it to melt in his mouth, lures Weston to quickly take bite after bite until the entire slice is gone. Weston then lays his head on his mother's stomach, which has been growing the past 9 months. Weston eyes the bulging belly as he relaxes, pondering if his mother had simply let herself go or if he should expect a younger sibling soon.

The idea of having a younger sibling causes something to stir in Weston, something he hasn't felt before. Whatever the feeling is, it makes him want to get to the bottom of the Willow mystery even more, but for now, his eyes feel heavy. Weston could feel drowsiness creeping up on him, and while he wanted to stay up a bit more, his eyelids wouldn't stay open. So, Weston lets them close, deciding that when he wakes up, he will delve deeper into Willow's mystery. The last thing Weston feels is a hand rubbing his thigh before he completely succumbs to slumber.

In his dreams, Weston finds himself sitting on his bed, facing someone he doesn't recognize. The girl in front of him was about his age, with long black hair and kind pale blue eyes, but with a deeply saddened expression. Weston jumps as the resemblance strikes him and he realizes who he is looking at, Willow. His older sister turns her head towards him and gives him a smile, though Weston can still feel the pity and hopelessness she's trying to hide. Weston tries to speak, but all the questions he had planned and scenario's he had thought of disappeared in that moment, so he says the only thing that he can think of, "Hello".

Tears well up in Willow's eyes before she leans forward and pulls Weston into a hug. The embrace was warm and comforting, and Weston found himself instinctively wrapping his arms around her. Weston didn't know why Willow was crying, and before he could force out the question, Willow whispers into his ear. "It's okay. It will be over soon." And then Weston felt himself slipping from Willow's arms and falling into the darkness.

Weston slowly wakes up, with long low moans. He had no idea how much time past nor what had happened to him, and his grogginess didn't help. Slowly, his senses return, and the first thing he notices is that he cannot move his arms or legs. Weston cranes his neck to look at them and realizes that metal cuffs have been locked around his wrists and ankles, pinning him in place. The sudden jolt of fear he feels snaps him to full awareness, and Weston heart sinks.

He is in a dingy and cold room, with floors and walls made of grey stone and concrete, with the only thing breaking up the room being a heavy metal door to his side. He is laying on a square rock, with metal shackles holding him down, and all of his cloths having been removed. The Cold air of the room presses into him, and Weston has to squirm in his shackles to try and stay warm. Suddenly, the creaking of metal and the slamming of a door can be heard, and Weston twists his head to face the metal door.

There, he sees his mother and father entering the room, both stark naked. A sense of relief washes over Weston, as he realizes that this is just going to be their usually play time, and that the odd situation was just their way of punishing him for locking his door. They had done similar things in the past, though this was the first time outside the bedroom. Weston then relaxes on the stone slab, and watches as his mother circles around him before stopping at his waist, crawling onto the slab and pressing her cunt to Westons now erect cock.

Weston eases into the regular motions, thrusting his hips up and pushing his cock into his mother's cunt, coaxing a soft moan from her, something that Weston prides himself in achieving. The feeling is nice and familiar, as her fleshy walls squeeze around his member and offer a pleasant warmth against the cold room. Weston then feels something meaty tap his cheek, and he turns his head to see his father's cock laying besides him, and Weston wordlessly opens his mouth and takes the member in.

Weston settles into a normal rhythm. His heart wasn't into it as it usual was, partially due to the discomfort of the room and stone bed, but mostly because his thoughts wander back to that birth certificate. The appearance of his sister in his dream and the possible upcoming sibling has pushed his desire to know more far higher now, and once his parents were done with him, he would dedicate himself to finding out what happened.

In the mist of his thoughts, Weston is unaware as his father takes hold of an axe that that was positioned right where the stone bed would block his view of it. He raises the axe above his head, waits a moment, and then brings it down on Weston's neck. The blade brutally sinks halfway through the body's neck.

Weston's eyes shot open as sudden pain rocket through his body. His body uncontrollably thrashes around, pulling at the chains hard enough to draw blood. His mouth clenches, or tries to, as his weak jaw is unable to push past his father's cock, only causing the older man to groan in pleasure. Weston's mother remains riding his cock, now devolving into loud carnal gasps and moans, as Weston rams into her with a ferocity that she can only experience from a dying body.

Weston's father raises the axe up one more time, but before he brings it down, he rams his cock deep into Weston's mouth until his ball smack his face. Now with his entire cock sheathed, Weston's father brings the axe down, severing the remains connections between Weston's head and his body. Weston's father howls in delight as Weston's mouth and tongue clenches and spasms around his cock and his blood fills his mouth, while Weston's mother leans her body down on the boys writhing body, relishing the final convulsions and twitches both inside and against her body. The two parents' climax as Weston dies, covering Weston one final time in them cum, and continue to ride and rape his body until every last drop is gone.

When his head is severed, Weston feels relief. The pain and agony he had felt a moment ago is now gone, and a sleepy feeling replaces it. He doesn't know what's happening, he is just happy he isn't hurting anymore. The sleepiness takes over, and without understanding it meaning, Weston gives into it, closing his eyes and dying.

Weston's parent remain in their positions even after Weston dies, basking in the after math of their deeds. Weston's mother wraps her arms around his body and nuzzles her head against his chest, "I really liked this one. Can we at least keep some memento?", the mother asks.

Weston's father grunts, pulling his cock out of Weston's mouth, allowing the severed head to tumble onto the floor. "We kept Willow's, and the brat found it. No more prizes, no more reminders. Now, go start the car, we need to deal with him before anyone begins to suspect anything."

Weston mother pouts, but pushes herself off her dead son's corpse anyways, taking a moment to enjoy the deceased member being pulled out, before getting up and leaving the room to do as she was asked. While she does that, Weston's father uses the axe to hack off Weston's body to piece and stores them in black trash bags accompanied by some rocks. He then cleans the stone floor of all the blood and allows it to drain away until no evidence of their crimes could be found. Weston's parents will then go on to drive away, deep into a forest where a small but surprising deep lake resides, and toss the bags holding Weston's corpse in, where he will join Willow and all his other siblings, both past and future.


Name: Mary
Age: 11
Personality: Assertive, Confident, Bratty, A sexual Tease but has avoided any (actually scared to have sex)
Appearance: As Seen
Apparel: As Seen
Consent: No to Sex, No to Death
Type of Death: Stabbed in the Head
Setting: Witches are women and girls who have given into the dark arts, dedicating themselves to debauchery and temptation in exchange for blessing them with terrible power and everlasting alluring bodies. A Witch Hunter renowned across the land for his brutal and ruthless extermination of Witches, is seen as a paragon of hope against their foul power. Unbeknownst to the populace, the truth is that he is aroused by the violation and destruction of such attractive and seemingly innocent beings, both while alive and dead. That remains true, even when he finds that the first victim of the most recent coven he has found is a young child by the name of Mary, who has just begun her journey as a witch.