Richard jolted awake on the top bunk, his heart hammering as Jessica’s severed head stared blankly at him from the pillow beside him. Her full lips were parted, her vacant eyes glinting in the faint morning light filtering through the curtains. Panic seized him until a shadow moved at the edge of his vision. Jay—his sister’s headless body—leaned over the bunk’s railing, phone in hand, typing with a casual flick of her fingers. The screen flashed: LOL, you snore like a fucking chainsaw, dude. She tilted her shoulders in a silent laugh, her cropped tee riding up to expose the taut skin of her midriff, the thong she’d slipped into barely containing the swell of her ass.

He rubbed his eyes, still groggy, as she typed again: Parents left a note on the door—gone for the week to see the in-laws. I’m staying headless all day. You in? Richard’s pulse quickened, a mix of nerves and secret excitement sparking in his chest. “Uh—yeah, cool,” he mumbled, climbing down the ladder, his nerdy Pokémon pajama pants tenting slightly as he caught sight of her outfit. The thong was a thin black strip swallowed by her thick cheeks, and the cropped tee clung to her big tits, nipples faintly visible through the fabric. She caught him staring and typed, Humidity’s a bitch today. Wanna swim in the pool? Bet I can hold my breath without a head.

They grabbed Jessica’s head and shuffled downstairs for breakfast, the rural silence of the house amplifying every creak of the floorboards. Jay experimented, shoving a piece of toast into her head’s mouth. Richard watched, mesmerized, as the lips closed around it, chewing automatically, swallowing with a faint gulp. Jay texted, Felt that in my stomach. Weird as fuck, right? He nodded, his mind spinning—how did it even work? She grabbed a popsicle next, testing for a brain freeze, and slid it deep into her head’s throat. The head didn’t gag, just sucked it down, lips glistening with melted sugar. Richard’s cock twitched as she moved it in and out, her headless body oblivious to the pornographic image it painted. He shifted in his seat, imagining those lips around him instead.

After breakfast, they hit the backyard pool. Jay stripped to a red thong and a sports bra that hugged her massive tits like a vice, her nipples stiff and dark through the soaked fabric. She dove in, her ass jiggling as the water swallowed her, the thong riding up to expose the plump curve of her pussy. Richard swam beside her, his swim trunks tenting painfully as he watched her body glide, tits bouncing, thighs flexing. When he climbed out, dripping and hard, he found Jessica’s head on a pool chair and sank beside it, stealing a moment. With Jay still splashing, he lifted the head, her warm, slick tongue lolling against his fingers as he shoved them deep. His dick stiffened, aching in his swim trunks, as he pushed deeper, her lips closing reflexively around him.

A splash snapped him out of it. He dropped the head just as Jay climbed out, water streaming down her body, her sports bra clinging to her like a second skin. She flopped onto the chair beside him, typing, Neck stump feels weird when I touch it. She leaned closer, guiding his hand to the smooth, warm skin where her head should’ve been. Hesitant, Richard rubbed it, his fingers trembling as her body shuddered, thighs pressing together, a faint flush creeping up her neck. She grabbed his wrist to stop him, texting, That’s… intense. BRB, bathroom. She snatched her head and disappeared inside.

Ten minutes later, she returned, Jessica’s hair mussed, her tongue lolling slightly, a sheen of liquid—sweat? spit?—on her nose and lips. Richard pretended not to notice, his cock throbbing at the thought that he’d turned her on. They retreated indoors, changing—Jay into tight blue yoga shorts and a black tee, Richard into his anime tee and cargo shorts. Hours passed in the living room, the siblings raiding their parents’ liquor cabinet, playing PlayStation, and laughing over college stories. Jay sat on the floor, her head between her meaty thighs, controller in hand, occasionally typing or jamming a shot into her head’s mouth.  Richard struggled to focus, his eyes darting to her legs as they shifted, pressing the head’s face against her crotch.

Drunk and bored with games, they crashed on the couch for movies, the room pitch-black except for the TV’s flicker. Jay slung her legs over Richard’s lap, her head on her stomach, her bare feet grazing his bulge. They laughed through shitty reality shows, sipping straight from the bottle, until a segment about blowjobs hit—guys bitching about teeth scraping their dicks. Jay’s foot rubbed his thigh, her phone flashing: Guys really yap about that? Richard slurred, “Yeah, but I’ve only gotten head once—fucking sucked, no pun intended.” His face burned as he realized he’d said it aloud. Jay’s body shook with silent laughter, her foot brushing his lap, dangerously close to his hardening dick.

She typed, sloppy and drunk: Jess gave her exes TONS of BJs. Gag reflex was her enemy tho. Richard laughed nervously, his erection growing as she grabbed Jessica’s head, miming a sloppy blowjob on an imaginary cock, her lips sliding up and down. They cackled, the air thick with booze and tension, until Jay stood, swaying slightly, and typed, Wanna see what her head can do? Richard froze, sobriety slamming into him. His throat tightened. “Uh—what do you mean?” he stammered, voice cracking, though he knew damn well what she meant. His eyes flicked to Jessica’s head, then back to Jay’s relaxed, headless posture. She tilted her shoulders in that playful way she had, typing sloppily on her phone with drunk fingers: u kno. no gag reflex now. wanna see?