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Holly hates Christmas. Mostly because it also happens to be her birthday, and she's never had a good birthday. Her parents are also fanatics for holidays, to the exclusion of all else, including their two kids. She also hates her name, since her parents thought it would be funny to name her Holly. Holly Day. So, coming home from college, she's decided to end it. A murder-suicide, killing her parents, and then herself. Unfortunately, her older brother, Sunny, ends up coming home before she can finish herself... and is into it? Turns out, he's a member of D-Gen, and kind of hopes she'll kill him, too...

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If you would like early access to my stories, weekly previews and updates, access to my private discord, chance to have your character become part of the lore, and other bonus content, please consider subscribing to my SubscribeStar", "writing": "[center][b]Bitter Holiday[/b][/center]\n[center]By XP Author[/center]\n\nHolly stared at the house. The mouse hated this house. It wasn't the design, that was fine. It was just a typical suburban 2 story home. It just held a lot of bad memories, since it was where she grew up, and she did not have a very good childhood. Just like her brother before her, the moment she graduated high school, she fled the place for college... which hadn't gone well. She still hadn't told her parents she dropped out already. She hated dealing with them. They weren't exactly bad parents, but they hadn't been good ones, either. Very flippant about everything. Her father, Patrick, was always too busy with work to care much about her or her older brother, and certainly never showed any interest in whatever they liked. Her mother, Wendy, was the opposite, a real soccer mom type, always trying to get her kids into some kind of sports. She hated sports, and her brother, Sunny, wasn't exactly the most athletic, either.\n\nAnd today only made it worse. The house was covered in flashy Christmas lights, like many others. The Day house was always dressed up for every holiday, no matter how stupid the decorations were. It was her father's passion, and as always, he had gone all out on theirs, stringing them around every corner and edge, making the place look like an overly decorated gingerbread house. There was even a big, plastic Santa out front, the kind that could make the fat polar bear light up with the rest of the lights.\n\nShe hated Christmas with a passion. Because it was also her birthday, and she turned 19 today. And as if that wasn't bad enough, her parents had gone and named her Holly. Holly Day. Born on a holiday. The only 'day' that her folks never really celebrated. They did the same thing to Sunny, as he was born on a Sunday. At least he didn't get the 'we'll just get you one big present' bullshit she did. She never got to have a birthday, since everyone was too busy with the damned holiday. She never got Holly's day. And she was sure if they ever had more kids, they'd torture them with similarly stupid names like that. It was certainly something people loved to bring up whenever they heard or saw her name. Everyone always thought it was hilarious. Everyone except the person who had to actually have the name.\n\nWith a sigh, she stepped forward down the path. \"Let's go do this.\" She stepped up to the door and rang the bell, then winced as it played the first few notes of Jingle Bells. Because of course it did. If she was here for Easter, it probably would have played 'In Your Easter Bonnet' or something equally stupid. She waited as she heard someone moving inside. The door opened to show a short, somewhat pudgy older mouse that looked like her, but 20 something years older... and a lot fatter. \"Hey, Mom.\"\n\nWendy gasped. \"Holly! You made it!\" The large woman threw her arms around her daughter. Like Holly, the woman had blonde hair, white fur, and blue eyes. The resemblances ended there. Holly kept her hair in twin-tails that hung down past her shoulders, while Wendy had hers done up in a fancy hairdo that probably cost a pretty penny at the salon. Holly was also much thinner, though did have a bust almost as big as her mother's. With her smaller frame, it looked bigger. She also was wearing just a winter jacket over her plain black sweater and jeans, unlike her mother, who could easily be a contender for the Ugly Christmas Sweater competitions. The thing was gaudy as hell, bright red, with snowflakes, Christmas lights, and stockings on it, and a giant Santa face right on her big belly.\n\nHolly pat the woman's shoulder. \"Yeah. I made it.\" She could smell things cooking from the open door behind the woman. She could also feel the heat coming out of the house compared to the chill winter air outside.\n\nHer mother stepped back. \"C'mon in! I'm just getting a few of the things cooking.\" She stepped aside so Holly could walk in, closing the door behind her. \"I hope the trip here wasn't too bad.\"\n\n\"No, it was fine. The streets were pretty clear.\" The house was in the suburbs outside of Alta Ferro, so the trip had only taken around two hours. \"Though the rideshare guy didn't speak a lick of English, and his taste in music was... lacking.\"\n\nWendy rolled her eyes. \"Oh, don't start with that. You really should get your driver's license, though! You're 18 already!\" Holly just closed her eyes, shaking her head while her mother went on. \"I know, the city has all those fancy public transport things, but they're so dirty and those rideshare apps are all so expensive!\"\n\n\"Not as expensive as a car. And I'm 19, Mom. Remember?\"\n\n\"Oh, of course! Sorry about that. But my point still stands! You should learn to drive yourself.\" The woman went right back to her rant. \"I couldn't do those rideshares. Getting into a car with a complete stranger behind the wheel? Ugh! No sir! Who knows what kind of person they could be!\"\n\nHolly let her go on like that, mostly ignoring the voice coming out of the kitchen as she looked at the living room. As expected, a big pine tree was set up in one corner, strung up with lights and decorations. She looked at some of the baubles hanging from it, recognizing most. Though there was one she was looking for among the rest. \"Hey, did you hang up that ornament I made back in middle school?\" It was made to look like a present, wrapped with a neat bow. It even had a tiny little, plastic piece of holly on it, kind of like her signature. She signed most of her art with a hastily drawn little holly like that.\n\n\"Oh, that old thing? No, it fell apart. Had to throw it away. But I'm sure you could make another one if you wanted!\"\n\nShe sighed. Of course they threw it away. She had her doubts that it was falling apart when they did. They never liked her arts or crafts. Most kids had parents that would hang their stuff on the walls. Her stuff had to make room for whatever the next holiday's decorations were going up. \"Is... Sunny here?\"\n\n\"No, you're brother called just before you got here. He's running a little late. Apparently had to do some last minute something for work.\" Wendy sighed. \"Honestly, that boy. Working on Christmas!? He needs to learn to take a day off!\"\n\n\"Websites fail on Christmas, too.\" Sunny was a web developer for some company across the country. Thankfully, the job could be done online, and he also lived in Alta Ferro like her, though they didn't cross paths very often. They did meet up every other month or so for coffee or lunch to catch up, and mostly complain about whatever their parents were doing. She had told him about dropping out at one such lunch, but asked him not to say anything. Considering her mother hadn't brought it up yet, it seems he had kept his word. He was usually pretty good about keeping secrets. Good enough that she was pretty sure he was gay, and just unwilling to come out yet, even to her, despite her telling him that she was bi. Which was fine, it was his choice. Though she knew their parents would probably freak out about it. They were... traditional like that.\n\nWendy stepped out of the kitchen. \"Your father should be up in his study. You should go tell him you're here.\" She put her hands on her hips. \"And take your jacket off in the house!\" She sighed. \"Though I wish you'd worn something a little more festive. Where is your Christmas spirit?\"\n\nHolly mumbled. \"Probably in one of the birthday presents I never got.\" She shook her head. \"It's fine. I'll leave the jacket on. I'm still a little cold.\"\n\n\"It's because you're so skinny! You'd think I never fed you.\" Wendy shook her head as she went back to the kitchen. \"Honestly, you and your brother. You need some meat on your bones! Do you even eat?\"\n\nHolly rolled her eyes and walked away toward the stairs. Once upstairs, she could hear the sound of a TV coming from one of the rooms she knew to be her father's 'study.' More like his man-cave. She didn't head right there, instead opting to go to her old bedroom. Pushing the door open, she let out a sigh, her shoulders falling. \"Yeah. Just what I expected.\" The room was almost empty. One single bed, an ugly dresser, and that was about it. The walls had been repainted to a neutral slate blue. Even the curtains where changed. Nothing of what had been her old room remained, like they erased her whole childhood. She wasn't surprised in the least. They had done nearly the same thing to Sunny's room when he left. Didn't even wait a full month before they turned it into a storage room for all their precious holiday decorations. It's why she took the few pieces of art and the award she got from the school for said art.\n\nShe let out a sigh, leaving the depressing room behind and heading to the sound of the TV. Her father was sitting on his favorite overstuffed recliner right in the middle of the little room, the large TV playing a college football game. She didn't recognize the teams, or particularly care. Sports weren't exactly her thing. \"Hey, Dad.\"\n\nPatrick looked around the edge of his chair. Just like her mom, he was overweight, his gut contained within a sweater as equally ugly as the one Wendy was wearing, only his was blue with mugs of cocoa in the design. \"AH! My little holiday made it!\" She had to resist letting out a sigh. She hated when he called her that. \"Your brother called earlier. Said he's going to be a bit late.\"\n\n\"I know. Mom told me.\"\n\nHe grunted. \"Honestly, that boy shouldn't be working on Christmas!\" He turned back to his game. She again bit her tongue that he would criticize Sunny for doing his job, but had nothing to say about people playing a game on Christmas. \"So how is the... art classes or whatever going? Have they moved on from crayons yet?\"\n\nShe shook her head. He wasn't exactly wrong about how dumb most of the classes had been, or how far up their own asses most of the professors' heads were. But he never understood her love for art, or how she could try and make a career out of it. He just saw her as doodling like a little kid. Didn't matter that one of her pieces was used by an advertising company on one of the websites Sunny helped with. Sure, it was a small thing that most adblockers would erase, and she barely got paid for it, but it was still a huge accomplishment for her. But since it had nothing to do with a holiday, neither of her parents cared. \"Yes. We've moved on to colored markers and construction paper now.\"\n\nHe grunted again. \"Have you gotten a [i]real[/i] job yet?\"\n\nShe closed her eyes and took a deep breath. \"No, Dad. I'm still taking very real money for my commissions.\"\n\n\"Bah! That's not a real job. That's a hobby. You don't see me charging people to look at the house.\" He looked around the chair at her again. \"Mmm. Still rail thin, too. Get a real job and you can afford some food. The starving artist thing doesn't suit my daughter.\"\n\nShe crossed her arms. \"And what exactly would suit your daughter? Since you seem to know me better than I do.\"\n\nHe grunted. \"Oh, you're going to be like that, are you? Why do you always get so petulant on Christmas?\"\n\nShe grit her teeth. \"Gee. I wonder. Maybe because it's not [i]just[/i] Christmas? Not that you or Mom ever acknowledge it.\"\n\nThe man scoffed. \"Oh, please. Most kids would love to have a birthday on Christmas.\"\n\nShe couldn't hold back any more. \"NO! No they wouldn't! Because I never GOT a birthday! I don't get to have my own day! And even if I did, I'm sure you and Mom would find some other way to ignore it.\"\n\n\"Oh, grow up, Holly! You're 18 now! You should start acting like i-\"\n\n\"[b]NINETEEN![/b] I'm 19! TODAY!\" She clenched her fists. \"This is exactly what I mean! You don't even know how old your own fucking daughter is! Too busy with your fucking game and decorations and any other little fucking thing you can think of that isn't me!\" She knew how selfish she was sounding, but this was all the bottled up anger from her whole life of being ignored by the two people who weren't supposed to ignore her.\n\nThe man slammed his fist on the arm of his chair. \"Don't you dare use that language in my house, little lady! I raised you better!\"\n\n\"That assumes you raised me at all! All you ever did was force me to dress up in embarrassing costumes and parade your 'little holiday' around, like I was some fucking pet!\" She shook her head. \"This is why both Sunny and I left!\"\n\nPatrick was quiet for a moment, though she saw his fist still clenched. \"Then why did you even come home? If that's how you feel, you can march right back out of my house and right back to that trash heap you call an apartment. Go back to your doodles and begging for pennies online! You can come back once you have a real plan for your future! Until then, you're no longer welcome in my house!\"\n\nShe closed her eyes, her own fists clenched. She had hoped to give both of her parents the benefit of one last attempt. Neither one had passed the very low bar she had set. \"I have a plan for my future.\" Her voice was much calmer, and much colder.\n\nHe grunted again. \"Oh, good. Let me know how badly that goes for y-\" His words were cut off as the bat cracked into his face. Not only was he sent tumbling backwards, but the whole chair fell back, sending him tumbling out of it onto the floor. Before he even realized what had happened or that he was sprawled out on the floor, the thing came down again, smashing into his skull with enough force that both the bone and bat cracked. His fat body jerked, then laid still, blood soaking into the carpet under him.\n\nHolly panted, dropping the bat as she took a step backwards. It wasn't how she planned this to go. She had planned to use a rope or something and strangle him, but she saw his bat sitting on the bookshelf beside her. It was one of his prized possessions, signed by some pro player. She looked at her father, seeing the blood leaking from his head. Quite a bit of it. The way he lay, she couldn't see his face, but his body wasn't moving. Her heart was racing in her chest, so hard it sounded like it was living in her ears. She backed out of the room, until her back hit the hallway wall, only to slide down it as she crouched. Her whole body was shaking. She did it. She actually did it. There was no going back anymore now. She came with the plan to kill her parents, and then herself, but she wasn't sure she could go through with it. She even gave them one last chance to be decent people, and they failed completely.\n\n\"Everything okay up there?\" Her breath caught in her throat as she heard her mother calling from the bottom of the stairs.\n\nShe cleared her throat and tried to calm herself down. \"Y-yeah. It's fine. I just... knocked something over...\" She took several deep breaths, though her heart was still pounding wildly.\n\n\"I hope you didn't break something.\" Holly almost laughed at that. She picked herself up off the floor and took another deep breath, trying her best to calm herself. It didn't really work, but she still headed back downstairs and to the kitchen. Her mother was still there, working on something that looked like green bean casserole. She hated green bean casserole. In fact, looking at the food already set out for the first time, she saw a lot of things she hated, including a carrots and turnips mix, something with radishes in it, and a whole bowl of what looked like mushy peas. Sunny also wasn't a fan of radishes or peas, so her mother obviously didn't care about either of their tastes. \"Did you even get any apples?\"\n\nWendy frowned, looking almost offended at the question. \"Why would I get apples?\" Maybe because it was her daughter's favorite fruit? Not that she expected her mother to remember something as trivial as the food her children actually liked to eat. \"I heard you arguing with your father up there. Honestly, you really shouldn't start a fuss like that on Christmas! You really have no holiday cheer, do you?\"\n\n\"Not really, no.\" She stepped around the counter, grabbing something off of it and moving around behind her mother. \"But there is something that might make me a little cheerful this year.\"\n\n\"Oh, may miracles never cease!\" Wendy turned to face the younger mouse. \"And just what would actually make you actually enjoy Christmas this year?\"\n\nShe tilted her head a little. \"You... do know what else today is, right?\"\n\nHer mother looked at her for a moment, almost confused. \"Oh. Yes. Of course. Happy birthday.\" She said it almost flippantly, like it was almost an inconvenience. \"Sorry we didn't get you anything.\" Again. \"It's been a busy year.\"\n\nHolly smiled. \"It's fine. There's one thing you can do for my birthday that would make it a good one.\"\n\n\"What would that be?\"\n\nHolly stepped forward, only to suddenly thrust her hand out, jamming the large chef's knife she picked up into her mother's neck. \"You can fucking die!\" Wendy suddenly flinched as the blade struck, opening her mouth, but all that came out was a bubbling gurgle, and quite a bit of blood. Holly slashed the knife to the side instead of pulling it out, widening the wound. She stepped back as her mother reached up to grab her own throat, doing nothing to stop the river of blood gushing out of the wound. The fat mouse's legs trembled, and a moment later, she fell to the ground, eyes wide in fear and disbelief, staring straight at her daughter as she writhed in terrified agony. Holly just watched, her hand gripping the bloody knife so hard it shook. She didn't even blink as she watched the woman, though she took another step back as a hand tried to grab at her ankle.\n\nShe wasn't sure how long it would take for her mother to bleed out, but she was surprised just how much blood was pouring out of her, splattering on the floor and cabinets. It was even more than her father had bled out from having his skull cracked open. She should... probably go make sure he was dead... after. Though she was surprised at how calm she was watching her mother's slower death. She thought she might taunt the woman, but she couldn't come up with any words that felt appropriate. Or too many words. So she just stood and watched the plump woman start to spasm and shake as her body went into full panic mode. It continued to shiver even as her eyes rolled back, her head thumping to the bloody floor. It wasn't long before the shivering stopped, the blood no longer gushing out of the wound as her heart stopped, just drooling out slowly but surely.\n\nNow Holly felt the adrenalin. She set the knife down, only to then let herself fall to the floor and sit down. \"Fuck... both of you.\" She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, pulling her knees up and hugging them close. It was done. She had killed... murdered both of her parents. All that was left now was... herself. That would probably be the easiest part of all of this. She already knew how she was going to do it. Slit her wrists. She really hoped that Sunny's 'delay' was just an excuse to not come this year. He was the only family she actually liked. It would probably crush him to find everyone like this. She should probably leave some kind of note.\n\nPicking herself up off of the floor, she looked down at herself. Her shirt was splattered with blood. For a second, she wondered if she should have brought a change of shirts... then realized that she was just going to end up getting covered in her own blood anyway, so it was kind of a moot point. She also wondered if she should move her mother's body, but wasn't sure where she would put it. It wasn't like she was about to clean up anything. And, again, she was just going to make more of a mess soon enough.\n\nShe walked off to go find some paper and a pen to leave some kind of note. She wasn't sure what she was going to say in it. Apologize to Sunny, for sure. Maybe explain why she did this? That would take too long, and she really didn't want to rant on paper about how bad her parents were at being parents. Though she actually had to find the paper first, and she was not having much luck downstairs. She headed back up, to her father's study. He kept notepads and things in there, she was pretty sure. When she got there, she hesitated at the doorway.\n\nHe was still on the floor, exactly where she left him. The carpet under his head had soaked even more blood. She cautiously moved over and crouched down, pressing a hand against his neck. Though she didn't need to. Now that she was closer, she could see the large, bloody dent she left in his head. He was definitely dead. She let out a sigh and stood back up, looking around for where he kept his stationary stuff. She found some notepads in the top drawer of his desk. She grabbed one with a spiral binding, and a pen from a cup full of pens and pencils. She flipped the pad open to a blank page and... stared at it. She had no idea where to even start. 'Goodbye cruel world' was way too cliched, and just saying 'sorry Sunny' was not enough.\n\nShe nearly jumped out of her hide when the doorbell suddenly rang, making the jinglebells chime. \"Fuck!\" It had to be Sunny! Or a neighbor that had heard the argument? Maybe she would be lucky and it was just some carolers or something. She set everything down and quickly made her way downstairs. She was about to grab the doornob when she remembered her shirt being bloody. She pulled her jacket closed, pulling up the zipper, and took a deep breath. Pulling the door open, her heart sank. \"S-Sunny!\"\n\nThe 22 year old smiled back at her. \"Hey! You're here! Wasn't sure you'd bother this year.\" He gave her a big smile, one that normally brightened her day. He was a bit taller than she was, with a slightly more filled in frame than hers, but more from his workout routine than from being as fat as their parents. He also had white fur and blond hair, but his was shorter, though currently hidden under his red beanie. \"You, uh... gonna let me in? It's kinda cold out here.\"\n\n\"Ah... ha! In...? Inside? Th-the house?\" She cleared her throat. \"Um... m-maybe... now isn't the best... time?\" Her voice was shaking as she silently yelled at herself to come up with some better reason to make him not come inside.\n\nHe tilted his head. \"Uh... Everything okay?\" He frowned. \"You get into an argument with Dad already?\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Y-yeah! Kinda... We... had some words...\" She let out a high pitched, nervous laugh. \"Kinda did with Mom, too! They're... um... not... really talking to me right now!\" Technically true. \"A-And... Hey, how about we just... skip out this year! Go somewhere else for dinner! I kind of... killed the mood here!\"\n\nSunny tilted his head. \"You okay? You're acting really strange.\"\n\n\"YEAH! I'm... fine! Just.... y'know... kinda still rattled from the fight.\" She let out another nervous laugh, once more silently yelling at herself. Could she possibly look more guilty?\n\nHe chuckled. \"Alright. But I should at least come in and say hi to Mom. Let her know I'll be taking you somewhere else so they don't worry about you walking in the cold.\"\n\nShe moved to block his way again. \"OH! That... uh... you don't need to do that! Mom barely worries about me anyway. You know how it is... A-and she's... busy in the kitchen...\"\n\n\"Really? Surprised she hasn't come out to say hi herself.\" He gave her a look of concern. \"What's going on with you? I've never seen you act like this.\"\n\nShe bit her lip, trying to come up with some excuse. \"Uh... I... may have broken a few things... in the argument. C'mon, I just don't want you to get any kind of flack because of me putting them in a bad mood, that's all!\"\n\nHe let out a slightly nervous laugh of his own, though it was from being as put off by her current state than anything else. \"Well, I'm a big boy. I can handle my parents being a little mad. Not the first time I've seen it, either.\" He pushed past her into the house. \"I'll just say hi and let... them...\" His voice trailed off as he stepped into the living room, stopping just a few steps past her. \"Holly...?\"\n\n\"Y-yes?\" She managed to keep herself from letting out a scared whimper, her tail twitching nervously behind her.\n\n\"You should probably close the door.\" His voice was suddenly eerily calm and even.\n\nShe nodded quickly, closing the door behind her. \"S-so... um...\"\n\n\"The house smells like blood.\" She tensed up even more, her hand shaking again. \"And not a little bit. So don't tell me that someone got a little cut.\" He turned to look at her. \"What did you do?\" Even with his voice staying so calm, that somehow made it almost threatening, and she could feel his gaze almost burning through her back.\n\nShe let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders slumping. \"You... should probably not... stay. I don't want you to... get in trouble. Because of me.\" She closed her eyes. \"It's bad. ...Really bad. Like, [i]REALLY[/i], really bad...\"\n\nShe tensed up as his hand rested against her shoulder. \"Holly... Did... did you kill our parents?\" She squeezed her eyes shut tighter. Her throat tightened up, too, preventing her from saying anything. She eventually just nodded slowly. \"Ah. Were... you going to kill me, too?\"\n\nShe gasped, suddenly rounding to look at him, her eyes wide. \"NO! I-I never wanted to hurt you! That's why I was trying to get you not to come in! I-I don't want you to get into trouble because of me! B-but the more you know, the more trouble you'll be in! I-I... I just...\" She felt herself start shaking again. \"I'd never kill you. I don't even want to hurt you!\"\n\nHe nodded slowly. \"Oh. Damn... was kinda hoping I was on the list, too.\"\n\n\"No! I'd never-\" She stopped. \"...Wait... you... what?\"\n\nHe gave her a smile. \"I'll explain it in a minute, but... I want to see them first. Judging by where the smell of blood is coming from, at least one of them is in the kitchen.\"\n\nShe just stared at him, and his... friendly smile. That same smile he always gave her. \"Uh... y-yeah... Mom's... in the kitchen. Dad is up... in his man cave.\"\n\nSunny nodded to her. \"Cool.\" He pat her shoulder, then turned and walked toward the kitchen. He was already walking into the room before she started moving, rushing to catch up. By the time she got there, he was standing over their mother's body. \"Damn. Deep cut to the throat!\" He looked at the bloody knife on the counter. \"AH, used the kitchen knife. Nice. Shame you didn't take her head clean off. Almost cut deep enough. About half-way there.\" She just stared at him as he was so... casual about this. Like he was critiquing her latest drawing, not standing over the fresh corpse of their mother. \"Did you stab Dad, too?\"\n\nShe slowly shook her head. \"N-no... I... hit him with that baseball bat he keeps in his study. Twice...\"\n\n\"The signed one?\" She nodded quickly. \"HA! Nice. Always hated that stupid thing. You know, he spent more money on that chunk of wood than he did on that junker car he got me when I went to college.\" He scoffed. \"And even then, I had to pay him back for it.\"\n\n\"W-well... it's kind of... cracked... and has some of his brain on the end of it... so it's probably not worth so much money anymore.\" She felt like she was in some kind of dream as he just laughed. \"Why... aren't you freaking out? I'm freaking out! Why aren't you freaking out!?\"\n\n\"Oh, yeah. I guess I owe you that explanation.\" He motioned for her to follow him back to the living room. He sat down on the sofa, patting the cushion beside him. He pulled his phone out as she sat down. \"Have you ever heard of something called D-Gen Cafe?\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"N-no. Is... that a new coffee shop in town?\"\n\nHe laughed. \"No. Though they do have a member that owns one. The Dead Bean?\" She nodded. She knew the place. \"Yeah, the manager there is a mod for the forums. Oh, D-Gen is an online forums. Dark web stuff, so it's all very secret.\" He unlocked his phone and started turning on a few location masking apps. \"Um... so yeah, what I'm going to show you is... probably going to be a big shock to you. But it is secret, like I said, so... don't... tell anyone. Okay?\" She nodded. \"Holly, you gotta promise me!\" He gave her a serious look. \"Please. Promise me you won't tell anyone about what I'm going to show you.\"\n\n\"Okay! I promise! I... probably won't be able to, anyway.\" She looked away. \"I was... about to go... slit my own wrists when you got here... so... that...\" She felt very strange just coming right out and saying that.\n\nHe blinked. \"Oh... well... I'm glad I got here before you did that, then.\" He smiled, and opened a browser app, pulling up a website. The login screen had the name 'D-Gen Cafe' on it, with the 'D' in the title being part of a coffee mug. \"So, the D-Gen forums is a place for... well, there's no easy way to say it. It's a place for people to post pictures and videos of rape and snuff and gore.\" She just blinked at him. \"Like, the real kind.\" He went into one of the forum threads and started a video. It showed some jacked horse wearing a leather face mask. She couldn't hear what he was saying as the phone was on mute. Sunny skipped a head a little in the video, and she gasped when she saw the horse dump a naked, bound feline on the ground. \"Keep watching.\" The horse in the video started to fuck the girl, but by her reaction, she was definitely not enjoying it.\n\nHolly gasped again when the horse grabbed a big knife. \"Oh my gods!\" Her eyes went wide when the horse brought the knife around, and started to cut the woman's neck. He kept cutting, even as blood was pouring out of her neck, until he fully removed her head. He humped at her several more times, finishing by blowing his load deep inside of her while her body trembled and spasmed. \"What... what the fuck!?\" She looked at Sunny. \"That can't be real!\"\n\nHe nodded. \"It is. And there's a ton more videos like that one. Not just by him. There's a lot of killers and rapists that post their videos there.\"\n\nShe looked at her brother with horror. \"D-do you post things there!? Have you murdered people!?\"\n\nHe laughed. \"No! No, I've never killed anything bigger than a cockroach.\" He shook his head. \"No. I just watch the videos. But not everyone that gets killed are... unwilling. There are a lot of people who think the idea of being snuffed is... pretty damned sexy!\"\n\nShe looked at him with disbelief. \"What!? What kind of person would think getting murdered is sexy!?\"\n\nHe shrugged. \"I do.\" She continued to stare in disbelief. \"Hey, I know it's really, really strange, but I can't help it. It's just... what I'm into.\" He glanced over his shoulder, generally in the direction of the kitchen. \"So, um... You were serious about killing yourself after all of this?\" She nodded. \"Okay. Well... I'd be happy if you wanted to kill me, too. But if you're not okay with that, then... I'll just probably do it myself. We could go together. But... I want to do something first.\"\n\nShe tilted her head. \"What?\"\n\n\"You sure you want to know?\"\n\nShe chuckled. \"Sunny, at this point, I don't think things could get more weird.\"\n\nHe smiled as he stood up. \"I want to go fuck Mom's body.\"\n\nShe blinked as he walked towards the kitchen. \"I stand corrected.\" She wasn't sure why, but she also stood and followed him. Though she kept a bit of distance as he knelt down and started to lift the dead woman's ugly sweater up, revealing her round belly and large tits, covered by a blood-soaked, but otherwise plain bra. \"Are... you really doing to do this?\"\n\nHe nodded as he started to tug his mother's pants down to reveal her equally plain panties. \"Yeah. I've never fucked a corpse before, but I've wanted to for a long time. And this will be my last chance...\" He rested his hands against his mother's soft thighs. \"I might never have really loved her, but she does have a nice, soft body.\" He pulled her panties down to reveal the slit hidden under the fabric and belly, then worked at her bra, freeing her huge tits and letting them bounce free. \"And some really big tits.\"\n\nHolly chuckled. \"Bigger than mine.\"\n\nHe smiled as he stood up. \"I think yours are pretty nice, too.\" She blinked at that comment, but was distracted as he unbuckled his jeans and pushed them down, revealing an impressive bulge in his briefs. When he pulled his shirt up, she blinked again. She never knew her brother was quite so muscular. Not body builder level or anything, but he had a lot of distinct tone to his chest and abs that she'd never seen, covered in the same white fur she had. Something else she never saw was exposed a moment later, his cock springing free from the confines as he pushed his underwear down. It stood rock hard, throbbing, and impressively long and thick.\n\nShe stared at the shaft. \"Um... I... guess I can say the same to you...\"\n\nHe smiled at her, though she did notice a blush on his cheeks. \"Thanks.\" He leaned down and got between his mother's legs, rubbing himself against her slit. \"Ooh... she's already kind of cold. Guess it makes sense, having lost all that blood.\" He pushed forward, parting her lower lips, and let out a low moan. \"Oooohhh... fuck!\" He pushed deeper into her, moaning as his impressive cock slid further inside. Holly watched, biting her lip as she saw the impressive shaft disappear within the dead woman's cold cunt. Some part of her was disgusted... on so many levels. It was her brother she was watching, and he was fucking their mother. Their [i]dead[/i] mother. That she murdered. And she was getting turned on by it. That was the part that surprised her the most, too.\n\nShe didn't say anything as Sunny started to thrust into the dead mouse. He grunted and moaned, reaching out to grip at her huge tits, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. Her belly still bounced and jiggled every time his hips met hers, his cock plunging deep inside of her over and over. His thin tail was whipping side to side as his pace picked up. Holly saw his balls slapping against the woman with every deep thrust. They were just as impressive as the shaft they were dangling below. She was sure when her hand slid into her pants, but it was there, her fingers teasing at her increasingly damp slit. She was silently yelling at herself again, to stop this, to stop him, to just leave and go do what she planned. But his moans, the sound of him slapping against their mother's hips over and over, the scent of his arousal mixed with the smell of blood and death in the room. Somehow it all turned her on.\n\nIt had a clear effect on him, too. He was thrusting harder, gripping Wendy by her side so he could plunge as deep as he could. Her heavy tits bounced and wobbled and jiggled as much as the rest of her as he struck deep again and again. \"Fuck...\" He panted heavily, his hips moving almost on their own as he rammed himself into his dead mother's pussy. Holly had to bite her lip to keep from making any noise as she watched, a pair of fingers sliding into her own pussy as she watched. She still wasn't sure why she was watching, or so turned on by this, but at this point, she didn't care anymore. She was going to be dead by the end of the day, anyway, so she might as well enjoy herself. Sunny certainly was, moaning and panting as he continued to thrust that impressive cock into their mother.\n\nHe grunted and groaned, his tail thrashing behind him. \"Fuck... I can't... hold back!\" He wanted to last longer, but feeling the cool walls around his cock and looking at the woman's dead face was too much for him.\n\nHolly couldn't hold back a moan of her own. \"Then don't. Fucking fill that cunt's cunt up.\" He seemed almost surprised to hear her still there, and was definitely surprised when he glanced over to see his sister with her hand in her pants, obviously fingering herself. \"Don't you dare judge me while your cock is in our dead mother's snatch!\"\n\nHe grinned. \"Wasn't going to say anything.\" He looked back at his mother's dead face, at that look of disbelief and fear. Then his gaze fell down her bloodied body, to those big, bouncing tits. \"Ah shit... I'm gonna blow... so deep inside her!\" He grit his teeth as he slapped his hips against the woman's, the sound echoing around the kitchen as her body jerked back and forth under his movement. With a loud moan, he thrust deep, his cock twitching and pulsing, then spraying his warm seed deep into the cold tunnel, blasting wave after wave into the woman.\n\nHolly bit her lip again, her pussy squeezing her fingers. She didn't cum just watching this, but she felt like she could have, which was the strangest thing. So slid her fingers free of her own snatch, feeling it begging her to keep going. She ignored it, slipping her fingers out of her pants and moving forward to rest slightly against the counter. \"So... that was... intense.\"\n\nSunny nodded, panting heavily. \"Y-yeah.\" He let out a soft chuckle. \"I haven't cum so hard in a long time.\" He glanced over at his sister. \"Did... you cum?\" She shook her head. \"Aww. Well, that's no good.\"\n\n\"It's fine.\"\n\nHe shook his head this time. \"No it's not.\" He put his hands on his mother's belly and pulled himself back, slowly sliding out of the cold cunt. \"Ah... fuck...\" He let out a deep sigh as his cock finally slid free, a small drool of cum following after him. \"If you're really going to kill yourself soon, then you should at least get one last bit of fun first.\" He sat down on the floor, rubbing his still throbbing shaft to squeeze out another small dribble of cum. \"Unless you're going to end up fingering yourself while you do it. You'd be surprised how hard some people cum when they die.\"\n\n\"I... I dunno...\" She really wasn't sure anymore. All of this had gone so very differently than she had expected.\n\nThe two remained in silence for a moment, Holly still staring at her brother's drooling cock, and the dead pussy he had filled. He spoke up after a moment. \"Have you thought about what I asked?\"\n\nShe looked at him. \"Uh... which part?\"\n\nHe looked up. \"About... killing me?\" She shook her head. \"I'm... still going to die today, too. But... I think it would be great if you did it...\"\n\nShe tilted her head. \"You really think you'll enjoy dying that much?\"\n\nHe nodded, his cock even twitching slightly. \"Yeah! I've... I've thought about it a lot. I always cum pretty hard when I think about what it would be like.\" His hand started to idly stroke his shaft again, the thing still hard. \"I've always hoped I could experience something like that with you.\" She raised an eyebrow at him. \"Oh, c'mon. Don't look at me like that. You're really sexy! I've always thought that.\"\n\nShe blushed a little. \"Oh... Well, you're... not bad, either.\" She let out a sigh as he kept smirking at her. \"Fuck it.\" She unzipped her jacket, pulling it off and dropping it behind her. \"I got to see you buck ass naked. Guess it's only fair I show you, too.\" She pulled her shirt up, her heavy tits bouncing in her black bra.\n\nHe smiled. \"Not complaining, but you don't have to.\" His eyes lingered on those heavy tits, but did trail down to her bare belly. She was very skinny, always had been, which made those tits look so much bigger.\n\nAs she worked at her jeans, she had to ask. \"If... …how would you want to... be killed?\"\n\nWithout missing a beat, he answered. \"I'd want to lose my head. Just cut through my neck until my head rolls away.\" His cock twitched and throbbed in his hand as he thought about it. \"I'm sure I'd be blasting so much cum if I died that way. It's always been my favorite.\"\n\nShe tossed her jeans away with the rest of her clothing, leaving her skinny legs bare. She reached behind herself to start working at her bra clasp. \"I guess you have thought a lot about this...\" She paused what she was doing, looking down at the floor. \"I... I guess I could... try to give you that...?\" She wasn't even sure what she was saying anymore.\n\nShe tensed up as she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders. She looked up to find her brother standing in front of her. \"Are you sure? You don't have to...\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Yeah...\" She turned around. \"Help me get this thing off.\" His hands moved down from her shoulders to the clasp of her bra, deftly opening it. She let it slip forward, sliding down her arms and to the floor, letting her large tits bounce free, her nipples hard and poking through her fur. She gasped when his hands came around and gently cupped her tits, hefting their weight and giving them a gentle squeeze. \"H-Hey... I never said to grope me...\"\n\nHis mouth was suddenly up against her ear, nibbling gently along the edge, making her squirm just a little. \"I know. But if you're going to give me what I want... then I want to die inside you.\" She gasped as he squeezed her breasts tight again. \"I want you to cum riding me as you take my life. I promise, you'll cum harder than you ever have before. I want to give you that for your birthday.\"\n\nShe felt his cock poking at her rear. \"Fuck, that is so... wrong...\" She giggled. \"Like killing someone isn't.\" She nodded, leaning back a little against him. \"Okay. One last fuck before we both die.\" She felt his cock twitch against her, excited for his imminent demise.\n\n\"Okay.\" He pulled back, though gave her cheek a gentle kiss from behind. \"Just one last thing I'd like to do.\" He moved over to his discarded clothing and pulled out his phone. He set the thing up to start a recording. \"I'd like to record it. We're going to die, so it doesn't matter. Someone will find it and put it up on D-Gen.\" He held a hand up. \"Don't ask me how that always happens, but it does. I just want to share our final moment with them. Let someone else have some fun watching us. Who knows, maybe we'll inspire another kinky pair of siblings to do this.\"\n\nHolly laughed, despite everything, shaking her head. \"Fuck, that is so messed up. But sure. Go for it.\"\n\nHe nodded, setting the thing to start then smiled at the camera. \"Hello, D-Gen. My name is SunnyS1deUp.\" He saw Holly giving him a questioning look. \"It's my username on the forums. I don't chat much, but I've been a watcher for a couple of years. Anyway, today, I'm here with my sister... uh...\"\n\n\"BitterHoliday.\" The name came without even having to really think about it.\n\nHe smiled. \"Oh, that's good. Might need to put like a 1 or 0 or something in there, but that's good.\" He looked back at the Camera. \"So, um... Holly... uh... sorry.\"\n\nShe chuckled. \"It's fine.\"\n\nHe continued. \"Yeah, so she... kind of killed our parents today, and... she's going to do the same to me soon.\" It was very strange hearing him just say that out loud, presumably to a bunch of sickos online that would jerk off to it. \"I don't want to spoil the rest, so just... enjoy?\" He smiled. \"I will.\"\n\nShe couldn't hold back another bit of laughter. \"Yeah, I'm sure you will.\" She reached down and hooked her thumbs into her panties, the last bit of clothing she still had on. \"Lemme get these things off.\" She slid them down her slender legs as Sunny positioned the phone nearby to capture what was going to happen. When he sat down and looked at her, he grinned wide as she stepped out of her panties, her damp pussy now exposed for him to see, his cock twitching. She tossed the things with the rest of her clothing. She was about to crouch down beside him, but stopped, reaching over to grab something from the counter. \"Probably going to need this...\" She showed the large, bloody kitchen knife, the same one she had slashed her mother's throat open with not long ago.\n\nSunny let out a slight breath, his cock twitching again. \"Yeah... definitely going to need that.\" He laid down on his back, patting his lap. \"C'mere, Sis. I want you so badly...\"\n\nShe nodded, moving to straddle his hips and crouch down onto her knees, resting her butt against his thighs. Her slit was close to his hard, throbbing shaft. She could feel the heat from it. \"You're... a lot bigger than I thought you would be...\" She set the knife down, then reached out to gently stroke along the shaft, making him moan slightly. \"And you got so hard... for me?\" He nodded. \"I'm going to be honest, I used to think you were gay.\"\n\nHe laughed. \"Nah. Kinda bi, I guess? But like, the opposite of you. Or... I guess the same as you. I prefer women.\" He reached up to gently grip one of her heavy tits. \"Mostly... I've just wanted you. But that's not something you can just... say, y'know?\"\n\nShe nodded, letting out a soft moan as he squeezed her breast, hefting the weight a little again. \"I think you just like my boobs.\"\n\n\"They're a part of it. But I like a lot of other parts. You're flat belly, the way you keep your hair in those twintails, your eyes...\" He glanced down. \"And now I can add your juicy looking pussy to that list...\"\n\nShe laughed. \"You really are a flirt.\" She leaned forward, shifting closer to press her slit against the underside of his cock and started to grind herself against him. \"Mmmph, wish you'd flirted with me earlier. If I knew what you were packing, I might have let you put it in me a lot sooner.\" She let out soft moans as she ground her slit along his length. \"This is so thick, too...\"\n\nSunny laid his head back, moaning with her. \"Mmm, and you're so warm...\" His cock twitched against her, throbbing between her damp pussy lips. He pushed his hips up as she kept teasing herself against him. \"Are you going to keep teasing me, or are you going to let me fuck you?\"\n\nShe giggled. \"I might just keep teasing you.\" She stuck her tongue out at him, then gasped as he squeezed her tits a little harder. \"But I want to feel you inside me.\" She shifted her hips, lifting them up slowly, his cock rising with her until the tip was prodding at her drooling entrance. She took a few deep breaths, then slowly lowered herself down again. Both siblings let out a loud moan as she took his cock. She felt him stretching her, not enough to be painful, but enough that she could feel every throb and twitch his long shaft was making as it slid deeper and deeper inside of her. \"Oh.... f~fuck! The best cock I've ever had, and naturally it's my brother's!\"\n\nHe had to resist thrusting up into her as she lowered herself down, letting her control the pace to start. She was squeezing around him already, making him throb all the harder. It was a good thing he had already blown a load inside their mom earlier, or he'd be blasting one into Holly right then and there. When her hips finally came back to rest on his, he felt his tip poking deep inside of her, almost pressed up against her cervix. He gave her tits another squeeze, then slid his hands down to her sides to hold onto her, both panting heavily. \"You're... so fucking sexy.\" He pushed his hips up a little, making her gasp. \"C'mon. Ride me, sis. No holding back!\"\n\nShe nodded, leaning forward just a little to rest her hands against his chest. She lifted her hips up, only to drop back down, moaning loud as she started to bounce on him. The wet sound of their fucking started to echo around the kitchen, making 'plap plap plap' noises every time he thrust up inside of her. Her tits bounced each time his hips met hers, her whole body bouncing with him, only to drop down as he thrust up into her. \"Gods, you're so deep!\" She panted and moaned, not holding any of the noises back, letting him hear how much she was loving this. The embarrassment of what they were doing faded away. If anything, the taboo of it only made her enjoy it more. It certainly made him enjoy it. It felt like he was somehow getting harder inside of her.\n\nShe gasped as one of his hands slid across her belly and down to her pussy, fingers teasing against her swollen clit. He smiled at her as she started to shiver, her hands gripping a little at his chest fur. \"Don't hold back. I want to feel you cumming on me.\"\n\nHolly panted, her hips bouncing harder as he rubbed and teased at her clit. \"Fuck... Sunny!\" She tried to hold back, but he was working at her harder. Her pussy squeezed around his cock as he thrust hard into her, drooling down onto his hips, soaking his fur. She felt the pressure building up inside of her, little shocks of pleasure shooting through her as he toyed at her almost relentlessly. Her tail thrashed behind her as she leaned forward more, her tits dangling over him as her moaning turned into desperate cries. \"Oh fuck... oh fuck oh fuck... I'm- I'm almost... there!\" She stopped holding back, bouncing on him harder as the pleasure built more and more.\n\nHe smiled up at her, feeling her squeezing harder and harder around him as he rammed into her. He loved that look of lustful desperation on her face, hearing her moaning and panting and crying out as she edged ever closer. Suddenly she gripped at his shoulders hard and let out almost a scream of pleasure as she came. The hand still at her side pulled her down to thrust deep inside and keep her there, her inner walls clenching almost painfully around his shaft over and over. Her body trembled and shivered, her big tits swaying and wobbling under her as she gasped and moaned loud. He felt her juices flowing out, soaking his already damp crotch. He stopped teasing at her clit, just resting his hand against her lower belly, right over her womb. He could feel the muscles twitching and pulsing, trying to milk him. He almost let her, but managed to keep himself under control. Though he wouldn't last through another if she came like that on him again.\n\nShe gasped for breath as she clung to her brother, panting heavily and shivering as the little shocks and jolts of pleasure still shot through her. \"Fuck... ah... ha...\" She let out a breathless laugh as she slowly came back to her senses. \"I don't know if I've ever cum that hard...\"\n\nHe chuckled up at her, slowly moving his hand up to rest against her belly. \"I'm glad I was able to give you that.\" He thrust up into her, making her gasp as she started to slowly bounce on him again. \"I don't... know how much longer I'll last, though...\" His cock was throbbing hard inside of her. \"I-I'm... ready...\" He looked up at her, staring into her eyes. \"I want you to kill me as I cum. Please...\"\n\nShe bit her lip, staring back down at him. Then she nodded quickly. \"O-Okay. But... first...\" She leaned down and pressed her lips against his, kissing him as deeply as she had any lover. He returned the kiss, both their mouths parting slightly as they moaned into each other. His hips thrust up into her faster, making her moan louder into him, her thin tail swaying about again. When she finally broke the kiss, she kept her face close to his, panting heavily. \"I love you. You were the only good thing this family ever did.\"\n\nHe smirked. \"Not the only good thing. You've been pretty great, too. I love you, too.\" He grunted, his pace picking up even more. \"Fuck... C'mon, Holly. Do it. I'm... getting close...\"\n\nShe nodded, reaching over and picking up the large knife she set down beside them. She looked at it for a moment, then brought it up to his neck. \"J-just... just cut through... right?\"\n\nHe nodded, lifting his chin a little to expose his neck even more. \"Yes! Cut my throat... t-take my head... please!\" He begged her, his cock throbbing as he strained to hold himself back. His balls ached with the need for their release. \"I want it... I want it so badly. Kill me!\" He let out a strained groan. \"Please... do it! I-I can't... hold back... anymore!\"\n\nHolly nodded quickly, taking several deep breaths. She could feel him throbbing and pulsing inside of her as he pounded away, her pussy still tight around him. Her heart was still beating wildly, only partially from the recent climax. She shifted the knife so the tip pointed at his neck. It shook in her hand as she hesitated, but she saw the look in his eyes, pleading and desperate. She gripped the handle harder, then leaned forward, pressing the blade deep into her brother's throat. Blood immediately started to pour out around the wound. He tensed up, his hips slamming up into her harder, jamming his cock as deep as it could go over and over. The look on his face was one of surprise, but also pure bliss as the pain struck him. She dragged the knife to the side, carving his throat open even wider. As she did, his hips somehow started pounding even harder into her, even as the blood gushed out of him, splashing out onto the floor and spraying up against her face.\n\nShe laid the blade across his neck, pressing it against his spine. She moved her other hand to press the top of the blade, pressing the whole thing down. \"I love you! Cum for me, Sunny! Fucking fill my pussy up!\" He mouthed something, but all that came out was a wet noise as she had severed his vocal cords already. But he did exactly what she asked. He cock jammed deep inside of her as he came, pulsing and jerking as he blasted wave after wave of his molten seed deep inside of her. She felt every jerk and throb, her hips pressing down to meet his as he continued to thrust.\n\nShe pressed down as he continued to cum, using her weight to push the knife against his spine. She felt when it slipped between the vertebrae, heard a cracking as she shoved it down to split the bones apart, severing his connection to the rest of his body. He started to go wild under her, thrusting even harder as shivers and spasms overtook his muscles. Somehow, his already cumming cock started to blast even harder into her, spraying everything his balls could give. She pressed down harder, until she was nearly through, then sliced to the side several times to finish cutting the flesh. His head rolled slightly to the side once it was finally free, blood spraying in great arcs from his severed neck as his heart beat just as hard as hers.\n\nShe picked up his head, seeing the look of ecstasy on his face. She brought it up to kiss him, feeling him trying to kiss her back, but he was fading away, lost in the bliss of his final orgasm. When she pulled him away, he was gone, his eyes rolled back, mouth slack. She felt tears in her eyes as she stared at him. But she was only a little sad, more happy she was able to give him something he wanted so much. His body was still going wild under her, and she clutched his head to her chest, burying his face in her tits as she leaned back and started to bounce on him harder, his cock still spitting the last of his cum inside of her, though much was drooling out around his shaft.\n\nShe slammed her hips down against him, panting and moaning and crying out as her own orgasm built up more and more. She stared down at the stump of his neck, still oozing and gushing blood as the shaking spasms still rocked through his body. She didn't hold herself back, her inner walls quivering around his cock as she slammed down, feeling it hitting deep into her cum-soaked cunt. \"Fuck... Sunny! Fuck... oh fuck!\" She cried out as she came again, her hips slamming hard against his as she clutched his head against her chest, not caring how much blood was soaking into her fur at this point. She lost herself in an orgasm even more intense than the last one, almost spraying against his crotch. She clamped so hard around his shaft that it would have hurt, inner walls milking him for all he had left to give.\n\nShe eventually fell forward, still clutching his head as she rested against his shivering body. \"Fuck... ah... dammit that... fuck!\" She laughed softly, her own body shivering a little from the aftershocks. His cock was still inside of her, though his hips didn't thrust anymore, only shiver and twitch. The blood had stopped pumping out of his neck, only drooled out in little spurts as his heart beat its last and finally failed entirely. When she finally lifted her own hips up, his cock slid free, slapping against his own belly as a small torrent of his cum drooled out of her messy cunt. \"Fuck...\" She shifted to lay beside him, still cuddling with his body, his head still pressed between her tits. \"Thank you for the... best birthday gift.\" She lifted his head up, kissing his forehead. \"Though I guess you got a pretty good Christmas gift, too.\"\n\nShe closed her eyes, taking several deep breaths. After a long moment, she suddenly remembered the phone still recording all of this. Looking over at it, she bit her lip. There were people that did this kind of thing all the time... She looked at Sunny's dead, happy face. She bit her lip harder as she debated something with herself. She had planned to slit her wrists at the end of all this, but she hadn't planned on... enjoying any of it. Now, thanks to her brother, she learned something new about herself. And she had never cum so hard in her life, especially twice in a row.\n\nShe nodded, setting Sunny's head down and looking at the phone. \"Uh... s-so... yeah. I guess... I guess I'll be doing this again?\" She gave an awkward smile. \"I'll... make my own account for the forum thing. I guess. BitterHoliday. Dunno how I'll spell it yet. But... um... look forward to more?\" She felt awkward talking to the phone like this. \"Unless I don't end up enjoying it nearly as much as I did with Sunny. I was gonna kill myself today... so... if this turned out to be a fluke, then I'll... just do that...\" She reached out and picked up the phone. \"But, uh... yeah. I guess that's it? Sorry, I've never done this before.\" She let out an awkward laugh and ended the recording. She'd post it to the forum using Sunny's phone, since it was still logged in.\n\nBeyond that, she wasn't sure. She wasn't even sure if she'd be able to do this kind of thing again. She'd definitely have to go on the run. But for now, she just laid her head against her brother's chest, enjoying the feeling of his massive load drooling out of her pussy. All in all, this was probably the best birthday she had ever had. Definitely the best Christmas.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Bitter Holiday

By XP Author


Holly stared at the house. The mouse hated this house. It wasn't the design, that was fine. It was just a typical suburban 2 story home. It just held a lot of bad memories, since it was where she grew up, and she did not have a very good childhood. Just like her brother before her, the moment she graduated high school, she fled the place for college... which hadn't gone well. She still hadn't told her parents she dropped out already. She hated dealing with them. They weren't exactly bad parents, but they hadn't been good ones, either. Very flippant about everything. Her father, Patrick, was always too busy with work to care much about her or her older brother, and certainly never showed any interest in whatever they liked. Her mother, Wendy, was the opposite, a real soccer mom type, always trying to get her kids into some kind of sports. She hated sports, and her brother, Sunny, wasn't exactly the most athletic, either.

And today only made it worse. The house was covered in flashy Christmas lights, like many others. The Day house was always dressed up for every holiday, no matter how stupid the decorations were. It was her father's passion, and as always, he had gone all out on theirs, stringing them around every corner and edge, making the place look like an overly decorated gingerbread house. There was even a big, plastic Santa out front, the kind that could make the fat polar bear light up with the rest of the lights.

She hated Christmas with a passion. Because it was also her birthday, and she turned 19 today. And as if that wasn't bad enough, her parents had gone and named her Holly. Holly Day. Born on a holiday. The only 'day' that her folks never really celebrated. They did the same thing to Sunny, as he was born on a Sunday. At least he didn't get the 'we'll just get you one big present' bullshit she did. She never got to have a birthday, since everyone was too busy with the damned holiday. She never got Holly's day. And she was sure if they ever had more kids, they'd torture them with similarly stupid names like that. It was certainly something people loved to bring up whenever they heard or saw her name. Everyone always thought it was hilarious. Everyone except the person who had to actually have the name.

With a sigh, she stepped forward down the path. "Let's go do this." She stepped up to the door and rang the bell, then winced as it played the first few notes of Jingle Bells. Because of course it did. If she was here for Easter, it probably would have played 'In Your Easter Bonnet' or something equally stupid. She waited as she heard someone moving inside. The door opened to show a short, somewhat pudgy older mouse that looked like her, but 20 something years older... and a lot fatter. "Hey, Mom."

Wendy gasped. "Holly! You made it!" The large woman threw her arms around her daughter. Like Holly, the woman had blonde hair, white fur, and blue eyes. The resemblances ended there. Holly kept her hair in twin-tails that hung down past her shoulders, while Wendy had hers done up in a fancy hairdo that probably cost a pretty penny at the salon. Holly was also much thinner, though did have a bust almost as big as her mother's. With her smaller frame, it looked bigger. She also was wearing just a winter jacket over her plain black sweater and jeans, unlike her mother, who could easily be a contender for the Ugly Christmas Sweater competitions. The thing was gaudy as hell, bright red, with snowflakes, Christmas lights, and stockings on it, and a giant Santa face right on her big belly.

Holly pat the woman's shoulder. "Yeah. I made it." She could smell things cooking from the open door behind the woman. She could also feel the heat coming out of the house compared to the chill winter air outside.

Her mother stepped back. "C'mon in! I'm just getting a few of the things cooking." She stepped aside so Holly could walk in, closing the door behind her. "I hope the trip here wasn't too bad."

"No, it was fine. The streets were pretty clear." The house was in the suburbs outside of Alta Ferro, so the trip had only taken around two hours. "Though the rideshare guy didn't speak a lick of English, and his taste in music was... lacking."

Wendy rolled her eyes. "Oh, don't start with that. You really should get your driver's license, though! You're 18 already!" Holly just closed her eyes, shaking her head while her mother went on. "I know, the city has all those fancy public transport things, but they're so dirty and those rideshare apps are all so expensive!"

"Not as expensive as a car. And I'm 19, Mom. Remember?"

"Oh, of course! Sorry about that. But my point still stands! You should learn to drive yourself." The woman went right back to her rant. "I couldn't do those rideshares. Getting into a car with a complete stranger behind the wheel? Ugh! No sir! Who knows what kind of person they could be!"

Holly let her go on like that, mostly ignoring the voice coming out of the kitchen as she looked at the living room. As expected, a big pine tree was set up in one corner, strung up with lights and decorations. She looked at some of the baubles hanging from it, recognizing most. Though there was one she was looking for among the rest. "Hey, did you hang up that ornament I made back in middle school?" It was made to look like a present, wrapped with a neat bow. It even had a tiny little, plastic piece of holly on it, kind of like her signature. She signed most of her art with a hastily drawn little holly like that.

"Oh, that old thing? No, it fell apart. Had to throw it away. But I'm sure you could make another one if you wanted!"

She sighed. Of course they threw it away. She had her doubts that it was falling apart when they did. They never liked her arts or crafts. Most kids had parents that would hang their stuff on the walls. Her stuff had to make room for whatever the next holiday's decorations were going up. "Is... Sunny here?"

"No, you're brother called just before you got here. He's running a little late. Apparently had to do some last minute something for work." Wendy sighed. "Honestly, that boy. Working on Christmas!? He needs to learn to take a day off!"

"Websites fail on Christmas, too." Sunny was a web developer for some company across the country. Thankfully, the job could be done online, and he also lived in Alta Ferro like her, though they didn't cross paths very often. They did meet up every other month or so for coffee or lunch to catch up, and mostly complain about whatever their parents were doing. She had told him about dropping out at one such lunch, but asked him not to say anything. Considering her mother hadn't brought it up yet, it seems he had kept his word. He was usually pretty good about keeping secrets. Good enough that she was pretty sure he was gay, and just unwilling to come out yet, even to her, despite her telling him that she was bi. Which was fine, it was his choice. Though she knew their parents would probably freak out about it. They were... traditional like that.

Wendy stepped out of the kitchen. "Your father should be up in his study. You should go tell him you're here." She put her hands on her hips. "And take your jacket off in the house!" She sighed. "Though I wish you'd worn something a little more festive. Where is your Christmas spirit?"

Holly mumbled. "Probably in one of the birthday presents I never got." She shook her head. "It's fine. I'll leave the jacket on. I'm still a little cold."

"It's because you're so skinny! You'd think I never fed you." Wendy shook her head as she went back to the kitchen. "Honestly, you and your brother. You need some meat on your bones! Do you even eat?"

Holly rolled her eyes and walked away toward the stairs. Once upstairs, she could hear the sound of a TV coming from one of the rooms she knew to be her father's 'study.' More like his man-cave. She didn't head right there, instead opting to go to her old bedroom. Pushing the door open, she let out a sigh, her shoulders falling. "Yeah. Just what I expected." The room was almost empty. One single bed, an ugly dresser, and that was about it. The walls had been repainted to a neutral slate blue. Even the curtains where changed. Nothing of what had been her old room remained, like they erased her whole childhood. She wasn't surprised in the least. They had done nearly the same thing to Sunny's room when he left. Didn't even wait a full month before they turned it into a storage room for all their precious holiday decorations. It's why she took the few pieces of art and the award she got from the school for said art.

She let out a sigh, leaving the depressing room behind and heading to the sound of the TV. Her father was sitting on his favorite overstuffed recliner right in the middle of the little room, the large TV playing a college football game. She didn't recognize the teams, or particularly care. Sports weren't exactly her thing. "Hey, Dad."

Patrick looked around the edge of his chair. Just like her mom, he was overweight, his gut contained within a sweater as equally ugly as the one Wendy was wearing, only his was blue with mugs of cocoa in the design. "AH! My little holiday made it!" She had to resist letting out a sigh. She hated when he called her that. "Your brother called earlier. Said he's going to be a bit late."

"I know. Mom told me."

He grunted. "Honestly, that boy shouldn't be working on Christmas!" He turned back to his game. She again bit her tongue that he would criticize Sunny for doing his job, but had nothing to say about people playing a game on Christmas. "So how is the... art classes or whatever going? Have they moved on from crayons yet?"

She shook her head. He wasn't exactly wrong about how dumb most of the classes had been, or how far up their own asses most of the professors' heads were. But he never understood her love for art, or how she could try and make a career out of it. He just saw her as doodling like a little kid. Didn't matter that one of her pieces was used by an advertising company on one of the websites Sunny helped with. Sure, it was a small thing that most adblockers would erase, and she barely got paid for it, but it was still a huge accomplishment for her. But since it had nothing to do with a holiday, neither of her parents cared. "Yes. We've moved on to colored markers and construction paper now."

He grunted again. "Have you gotten a real job yet?"

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "No, Dad. I'm still taking very real money for my commissions."

"Bah! That's not a real job. That's a hobby. You don't see me charging people to look at the house." He looked around the chair at her again. "Mmm. Still rail thin, too. Get a real job and you can afford some food. The starving artist thing doesn't suit my daughter."

She crossed her arms. "And what exactly would suit your daughter? Since you seem to know me better than I do."

He grunted. "Oh, you're going to be like that, are you? Why do you always get so petulant on Christmas?"

She grit her teeth. "Gee. I wonder. Maybe because it's not just Christmas? Not that you or Mom ever acknowledge it."

The man scoffed. "Oh, please. Most kids would love to have a birthday on Christmas."

She couldn't hold back any more. "NO! No they wouldn't! Because I never GOT a birthday! I don't get to have my own day! And even if I did, I'm sure you and Mom would find some other way to ignore it."

"Oh, grow up, Holly! You're 18 now! You should start acting like i-"

"NINETEEN! I'm 19! TODAY!" She clenched her fists. "This is exactly what I mean! You don't even know how old your own fucking daughter is! Too busy with your fucking game and decorations and any other little fucking thing you can think of that isn't me!" She knew how selfish she was sounding, but this was all the bottled up anger from her whole life of being ignored by the two people who weren't supposed to ignore her.

The man slammed his fist on the arm of his chair. "Don't you dare use that language in my house, little lady! I raised you better!"

"That assumes you raised me at all! All you ever did was force me to dress up in embarrassing costumes and parade your 'little holiday' around, like I was some fucking pet!" She shook her head. "This is why both Sunny and I left!"

Patrick was quiet for a moment, though she saw his fist still clenched. "Then why did you even come home? If that's how you feel, you can march right back out of my house and right back to that trash heap you call an apartment. Go back to your doodles and begging for pennies online! You can come back once you have a real plan for your future! Until then, you're no longer welcome in my house!"

She closed her eyes, her own fists clenched. She had hoped to give both of her parents the benefit of one last attempt. Neither one had passed the very low bar she had set. "I have a plan for my future." Her voice was much calmer, and much colder.

He grunted again. "Oh, good. Let me know how badly that goes for y-" His words were cut off as the bat cracked into his face. Not only was he sent tumbling backwards, but the whole chair fell back, sending him tumbling out of it onto the floor. Before he even realized what had happened or that he was sprawled out on the floor, the thing came down again, smashing into his skull with enough force that both the bone and bat cracked. His fat body jerked, then laid still, blood soaking into the carpet under him.

Holly panted, dropping the bat as she took a step backwards. It wasn't how she planned this to go. She had planned to use a rope or something and strangle him, but she saw his bat sitting on the bookshelf beside her. It was one of his prized possessions, signed by some pro player. She looked at her father, seeing the blood leaking from his head. Quite a bit of it. The way he lay, she couldn't see his face, but his body wasn't moving. Her heart was racing in her chest, so hard it sounded like it was living in her ears. She backed out of the room, until her back hit the hallway wall, only to slide down it as she crouched. Her whole body was shaking. She did it. She actually did it. There was no going back anymore now. She came with the plan to kill her parents, and then herself, but she wasn't sure she could go through with it. She even gave them one last chance to be decent people, and they failed completely.

"Everything okay up there?" Her breath caught in her throat as she heard her mother calling from the bottom of the stairs.

She cleared her throat and tried to calm herself down. "Y-yeah. It's fine. I just... knocked something over..." She took several deep breaths, though her heart was still pounding wildly.

"I hope you didn't break something." Holly almost laughed at that. She picked herself up off the floor and took another deep breath, trying her best to calm herself. It didn't really work, but she still headed back downstairs and to the kitchen. Her mother was still there, working on something that looked like green bean casserole. She hated green bean casserole. In fact, looking at the food already set out for the first time, she saw a lot of things she hated, including a carrots and turnips mix, something with radishes in it, and a whole bowl of what looked like mushy peas. Sunny also wasn't a fan of radishes or peas, so her mother obviously didn't care about either of their tastes. "Did you even get any apples?"

Wendy frowned, looking almost offended at the question. "Why would I get apples?" Maybe because it was her daughter's favorite fruit? Not that she expected her mother to remember something as trivial as the food her children actually liked to eat. "I heard you arguing with your father up there. Honestly, you really shouldn't start a fuss like that on Christmas! You really have no holiday cheer, do you?"

"Not really, no." She stepped around the counter, grabbing something off of it and moving around behind her mother. "But there is something that might make me a little cheerful this year."

"Oh, may miracles never cease!" Wendy turned to face the younger mouse. "And just what would actually make you actually enjoy Christmas this year?"

She tilted her head a little. "You... do know what else today is, right?"

Her mother looked at her for a moment, almost confused. "Oh. Yes. Of course. Happy birthday." She said it almost flippantly, like it was almost an inconvenience. "Sorry we didn't get you anything." Again. "It's been a busy year."

Holly smiled. "It's fine. There's one thing you can do for my birthday that would make it a good one."

"What would that be?"

Holly stepped forward, only to suddenly thrust her hand out, jamming the large chef's knife she picked up into her mother's neck. "You can fucking die!" Wendy suddenly flinched as the blade struck, opening her mouth, but all that came out was a bubbling gurgle, and quite a bit of blood. Holly slashed the knife to the side instead of pulling it out, widening the wound. She stepped back as her mother reached up to grab her own throat, doing nothing to stop the river of blood gushing out of the wound. The fat mouse's legs trembled, and a moment later, she fell to the ground, eyes wide in fear and disbelief, staring straight at her daughter as she writhed in terrified agony. Holly just watched, her hand gripping the bloody knife so hard it shook. She didn't even blink as she watched the woman, though she took another step back as a hand tried to grab at her ankle.

She wasn't sure how long it would take for her mother to bleed out, but she was surprised just how much blood was pouring out of her, splattering on the floor and cabinets. It was even more than her father had bled out from having his skull cracked open. She should... probably go make sure he was dead... after. Though she was surprised at how calm she was watching her mother's slower death. She thought she might taunt the woman, but she couldn't come up with any words that felt appropriate. Or too many words. So she just stood and watched the plump woman start to spasm and shake as her body went into full panic mode. It continued to shiver even as her eyes rolled back, her head thumping to the bloody floor. It wasn't long before the shivering stopped, the blood no longer gushing out of the wound as her heart stopped, just drooling out slowly but surely.

Now Holly felt the adrenalin. She set the knife down, only to then let herself fall to the floor and sit down. "Fuck... both of you." She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, pulling her knees up and hugging them close. It was done. She had killed... murdered both of her parents. All that was left now was... herself. That would probably be the easiest part of all of this. She already knew how she was going to do it. Slit her wrists. She really hoped that Sunny's 'delay' was just an excuse to not come this year. He was the only family she actually liked. It would probably crush him to find everyone like this. She should probably leave some kind of note.

Picking herself up off of the floor, she looked down at herself. Her shirt was splattered with blood. For a second, she wondered if she should have brought a change of shirts... then realized that she was just going to end up getting covered in her own blood anyway, so it was kind of a moot point. She also wondered if she should move her mother's body, but wasn't sure where she would put it. It wasn't like she was about to clean up anything. And, again, she was just going to make more of a mess soon enough.

She walked off to go find some paper and a pen to leave some kind of note. She wasn't sure what she was going to say in it. Apologize to Sunny, for sure. Maybe explain why she did this? That would take too long, and she really didn't want to rant on paper about how bad her parents were at being parents. Though she actually had to find the paper first, and she was not having much luck downstairs. She headed back up, to her father's study. He kept notepads and things in there, she was pretty sure. When she got there, she hesitated at the doorway.

He was still on the floor, exactly where she left him. The carpet under his head had soaked even more blood. She cautiously moved over and crouched down, pressing a hand against his neck. Though she didn't need to. Now that she was closer, she could see the large, bloody dent she left in his head. He was definitely dead. She let out a sigh and stood back up, looking around for where he kept his stationary stuff. She found some notepads in the top drawer of his desk. She grabbed one with a spiral binding, and a pen from a cup full of pens and pencils. She flipped the pad open to a blank page and... stared at it. She had no idea where to even start. 'Goodbye cruel world' was way too cliched, and just saying 'sorry Sunny' was not enough.

She nearly jumped out of her hide when the doorbell suddenly rang, making the jinglebells chime. "Fuck!" It had to be Sunny! Or a neighbor that had heard the argument? Maybe she would be lucky and it was just some carolers or something. She set everything down and quickly made her way downstairs. She was about to grab the doornob when she remembered her shirt being bloody. She pulled her jacket closed, pulling up the zipper, and took a deep breath. Pulling the door open, her heart sank. "S-Sunny!"

The 22 year old smiled back at her. "Hey! You're here! Wasn't sure you'd bother this year." He gave her a big smile, one that normally brightened her day. He was a bit taller than she was, with a slightly more filled in frame than hers, but more from his workout routine than from being as fat as their parents. He also had white fur and blond hair, but his was shorter, though currently hidden under his red beanie. "You, uh... gonna let me in? It's kinda cold out here."

"Ah... ha! In...? Inside? Th-the house?" She cleared her throat. "Um... m-maybe... now isn't the best... time?" Her voice was shaking as she silently yelled at herself to come up with some better reason to make him not come inside.

He tilted his head. "Uh... Everything okay?" He frowned. "You get into an argument with Dad already?"

She nodded. "Y-yeah! Kinda... We... had some words..." She let out a high pitched, nervous laugh. "Kinda did with Mom, too! They're... um... not... really talking to me right now!" Technically true. "A-And... Hey, how about we just... skip out this year! Go somewhere else for dinner! I kind of... killed the mood here!"

Sunny tilted his head. "You okay? You're acting really strange."

"YEAH! I'm... fine! Just.... y'know... kinda still rattled from the fight." She let out another nervous laugh, once more silently yelling at herself. Could she possibly look more guilty?

He chuckled. "Alright. But I should at least come in and say hi to Mom. Let her know I'll be taking you somewhere else so they don't worry about you walking in the cold."

She moved to block his way again. "OH! That... uh... you don't need to do that! Mom barely worries about me anyway. You know how it is... A-and she's... busy in the kitchen..."

"Really? Surprised she hasn't come out to say hi herself." He gave her a look of concern. "What's going on with you? I've never seen you act like this."

She bit her lip, trying to come up with some excuse. "Uh... I... may have broken a few things... in the argument. C'mon, I just don't want you to get any kind of flack because of me putting them in a bad mood, that's all!"

He let out a slightly nervous laugh of his own, though it was from being as put off by her current state than anything else. "Well, I'm a big boy. I can handle my parents being a little mad. Not the first time I've seen it, either." He pushed past her into the house. "I'll just say hi and let... them..." His voice trailed off as he stepped into the living room, stopping just a few steps past her. "Holly...?"

"Y-yes?" She managed to keep herself from letting out a scared whimper, her tail twitching nervously behind her.

"You should probably close the door." His voice was suddenly eerily calm and even.

She nodded quickly, closing the door behind her. "S-so... um..."

"The house smells like blood." She tensed up even more, her hand shaking again. "And not a little bit. So don't tell me that someone got a little cut." He turned to look at her. "What did you do?" Even with his voice staying so calm, that somehow made it almost threatening, and she could feel his gaze almost burning through her back.

She let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders slumping. "You... should probably not... stay. I don't want you to... get in trouble. Because of me." She closed her eyes. "It's bad. ...Really bad. Like, REALLY, really bad..."

She tensed up as his hand rested against her shoulder. "Holly... Did... did you kill our parents?" She squeezed her eyes shut tighter. Her throat tightened up, too, preventing her from saying anything. She eventually just nodded slowly. "Ah. Were... you going to kill me, too?"

She gasped, suddenly rounding to look at him, her eyes wide. "NO! I-I never wanted to hurt you! That's why I was trying to get you not to come in! I-I don't want you to get into trouble because of me! B-but the more you know, the more trouble you'll be in! I-I... I just..." She felt herself start shaking again. "I'd never kill you. I don't even want to hurt you!"

He nodded slowly. "Oh. Damn... was kinda hoping I was on the list, too."

"No! I'd never-" She stopped. "...Wait... you... what?"

He gave her a smile. "I'll explain it in a minute, but... I want to see them first. Judging by where the smell of blood is coming from, at least one of them is in the kitchen."

She just stared at him, and his... friendly smile. That same smile he always gave her. "Uh... y-yeah... Mom's... in the kitchen. Dad is up... in his man cave."

Sunny nodded to her. "Cool." He pat her shoulder, then turned and walked toward the kitchen. He was already walking into the room before she started moving, rushing to catch up. By the time she got there, he was standing over their mother's body. "Damn. Deep cut to the throat!" He looked at the bloody knife on the counter. "AH, used the kitchen knife. Nice. Shame you didn't take her head clean off. Almost cut deep enough. About half-way there." She just stared at him as he was so... casual about this. Like he was critiquing her latest drawing, not standing over the fresh corpse of their mother. "Did you stab Dad, too?"

She slowly shook her head. "N-no... I... hit him with that baseball bat he keeps in his study. Twice..."

"The signed one?" She nodded quickly. "HA! Nice. Always hated that stupid thing. You know, he spent more money on that chunk of wood than he did on that junker car he got me when I went to college." He scoffed. "And even then, I had to pay him back for it."

"W-well... it's kind of... cracked... and has some of his brain on the end of it... so it's probably not worth so much money anymore." She felt like she was in some kind of dream as he just laughed. "Why... aren't you freaking out? I'm freaking out! Why aren't you freaking out!?"

"Oh, yeah. I guess I owe you that explanation." He motioned for her to follow him back to the living room. He sat down on the sofa, patting the cushion beside him. He pulled his phone out as she sat down. "Have you ever heard of something called D-Gen Cafe?"

She shook her head. "N-no. Is... that a new coffee shop in town?"

He laughed. "No. Though they do have a member that owns one. The Dead Bean?" She nodded. She knew the place. "Yeah, the manager there is a mod for the forums. Oh, D-Gen is an online forums. Dark web stuff, so it's all very secret." He unlocked his phone and started turning on a few location masking apps. "Um... so yeah, what I'm going to show you is... probably going to be a big shock to you. But it is secret, like I said, so... don't... tell anyone. Okay?" She nodded. "Holly, you gotta promise me!" He gave her a serious look. "Please. Promise me you won't tell anyone about what I'm going to show you."

"Okay! I promise! I... probably won't be able to, anyway." She looked away. "I was... about to go... slit my own wrists when you got here... so... that..." She felt very strange just coming right out and saying that.

He blinked. "Oh... well... I'm glad I got here before you did that, then." He smiled, and opened a browser app, pulling up a website. The login screen had the name 'D-Gen Cafe' on it, with the 'D' in the title being part of a coffee mug. "So, the D-Gen forums is a place for... well, there's no easy way to say it. It's a place for people to post pictures and videos of rape and snuff and gore." She just blinked at him. "Like, the real kind." He went into one of the forum threads and started a video. It showed some jacked horse wearing a leather face mask. She couldn't hear what he was saying as the phone was on mute. Sunny skipped a head a little in the video, and she gasped when she saw the horse dump a naked, bound feline on the ground. "Keep watching." The horse in the video started to fuck the girl, but by her reaction, she was definitely not enjoying it.

Holly gasped again when the horse grabbed a big knife. "Oh my gods!" Her eyes went wide when the horse brought the knife around, and started to cut the woman's neck. He kept cutting, even as blood was pouring out of her neck, until he fully removed her head. He humped at her several more times, finishing by blowing his load deep inside of her while her body trembled and spasmed. "What... what the fuck!?" She looked at Sunny. "That can't be real!"

He nodded. "It is. And there's a ton more videos like that one. Not just by him. There's a lot of killers and rapists that post their videos there."

She looked at her brother with horror. "D-do you post things there!? Have you murdered people!?"

He laughed. "No! No, I've never killed anything bigger than a cockroach." He shook his head. "No. I just watch the videos. But not everyone that gets killed are... unwilling. There are a lot of people who think the idea of being snuffed is... pretty damned sexy!"

She looked at him with disbelief. "What!? What kind of person would think getting murdered is sexy!?"

He shrugged. "I do." She continued to stare in disbelief. "Hey, I know it's really, really strange, but I can't help it. It's just... what I'm into." He glanced over his shoulder, generally in the direction of the kitchen. "So, um... You were serious about killing yourself after all of this?" She nodded. "Okay. Well... I'd be happy if you wanted to kill me, too. But if you're not okay with that, then... I'll just probably do it myself. We could go together. But... I want to do something first."

She tilted her head. "What?"

"You sure you want to know?"

She chuckled. "Sunny, at this point, I don't think things could get more weird."

He smiled as he stood up. "I want to go fuck Mom's body."

She blinked as he walked towards the kitchen. "I stand corrected." She wasn't sure why, but she also stood and followed him. Though she kept a bit of distance as he knelt down and started to lift the dead woman's ugly sweater up, revealing her round belly and large tits, covered by a blood-soaked, but otherwise plain bra. "Are... you really doing to do this?"

He nodded as he started to tug his mother's pants down to reveal her equally plain panties. "Yeah. I've never fucked a corpse before, but I've wanted to for a long time. And this will be my last chance..." He rested his hands against his mother's soft thighs. "I might never have really loved her, but she does have a nice, soft body." He pulled her panties down to reveal the slit hidden under the fabric and belly, then worked at her bra, freeing her huge tits and letting them bounce free. "And some really big tits."

Holly chuckled. "Bigger than mine."

He smiled as he stood up. "I think yours are pretty nice, too." She blinked at that comment, but was distracted as he unbuckled his jeans and pushed them down, revealing an impressive bulge in his briefs. When he pulled his shirt up, she blinked again. She never knew her brother was quite so muscular. Not body builder level or anything, but he had a lot of distinct tone to his chest and abs that she'd never seen, covered in the same white fur she had. Something else she never saw was exposed a moment later, his cock springing free from the confines as he pushed his underwear down. It stood rock hard, throbbing, and impressively long and thick.

She stared at the shaft. "Um... I... guess I can say the same to you..."

He smiled at her, though she did notice a blush on his cheeks. "Thanks." He leaned down and got between his mother's legs, rubbing himself against her slit. "Ooh... she's already kind of cold. Guess it makes sense, having lost all that blood." He pushed forward, parting her lower lips, and let out a low moan. "Oooohhh... fuck!" He pushed deeper into her, moaning as his impressive cock slid further inside. Holly watched, biting her lip as she saw the impressive shaft disappear within the dead woman's cold cunt. Some part of her was disgusted... on so many levels. It was her brother she was watching, and he was fucking their mother. Their dead mother. That she murdered. And she was getting turned on by it. That was the part that surprised her the most, too.

She didn't say anything as Sunny started to thrust into the dead mouse. He grunted and moaned, reaching out to grip at her huge tits, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. Her belly still bounced and jiggled every time his hips met hers, his cock plunging deep inside of her over and over. His thin tail was whipping side to side as his pace picked up. Holly saw his balls slapping against the woman with every deep thrust. They were just as impressive as the shaft they were dangling below. She was sure when her hand slid into her pants, but it was there, her fingers teasing at her increasingly damp slit. She was silently yelling at herself again, to stop this, to stop him, to just leave and go do what she planned. But his moans, the sound of him slapping against their mother's hips over and over, the scent of his arousal mixed with the smell of blood and death in the room. Somehow it all turned her on.

It had a clear effect on him, too. He was thrusting harder, gripping Wendy by her side so he could plunge as deep as he could. Her heavy tits bounced and wobbled and jiggled as much as the rest of her as he struck deep again and again. "Fuck..." He panted heavily, his hips moving almost on their own as he rammed himself into his dead mother's pussy. Holly had to bite her lip to keep from making any noise as she watched, a pair of fingers sliding into her own pussy as she watched. She still wasn't sure why she was watching, or so turned on by this, but at this point, she didn't care anymore. She was going to be dead by the end of the day, anyway, so she might as well enjoy herself. Sunny certainly was, moaning and panting as he continued to thrust that impressive cock into their mother.

He grunted and groaned, his tail thrashing behind him. "Fuck... I can't... hold back!" He wanted to last longer, but feeling the cool walls around his cock and looking at the woman's dead face was too much for him.

Holly couldn't hold back a moan of her own. "Then don't. Fucking fill that cunt's cunt up." He seemed almost surprised to hear her still there, and was definitely surprised when he glanced over to see his sister with her hand in her pants, obviously fingering herself. "Don't you dare judge me while your cock is in our dead mother's snatch!"

He grinned. "Wasn't going to say anything." He looked back at his mother's dead face, at that look of disbelief and fear. Then his gaze fell down her bloodied body, to those big, bouncing tits. "Ah shit... I'm gonna blow... so deep inside her!" He grit his teeth as he slapped his hips against the woman's, the sound echoing around the kitchen as her body jerked back and forth under his movement. With a loud moan, he thrust deep, his cock twitching and pulsing, then spraying his warm seed deep into the cold tunnel, blasting wave after wave into the woman.

Holly bit her lip again, her pussy squeezing her fingers. She didn't cum just watching this, but she felt like she could have, which was the strangest thing. So slid her fingers free of her own snatch, feeling it begging her to keep going. She ignored it, slipping her fingers out of her pants and moving forward to rest slightly against the counter. "So... that was... intense."

Sunny nodded, panting heavily. "Y-yeah." He let out a soft chuckle. "I haven't cum so hard in a long time." He glanced over at his sister. "Did... you cum?" She shook her head. "Aww. Well, that's no good."

"It's fine."

He shook his head this time. "No it's not." He put his hands on his mother's belly and pulled himself back, slowly sliding out of the cold cunt. "Ah... fuck..." He let out a deep sigh as his cock finally slid free, a small drool of cum following after him. "If you're really going to kill yourself soon, then you should at least get one last bit of fun first." He sat down on the floor, rubbing his still throbbing shaft to squeeze out another small dribble of cum. "Unless you're going to end up fingering yourself while you do it. You'd be surprised how hard some people cum when they die."

"I... I dunno..." She really wasn't sure anymore. All of this had gone so very differently than she had expected.

The two remained in silence for a moment, Holly still staring at her brother's drooling cock, and the dead pussy he had filled. He spoke up after a moment. "Have you thought about what I asked?"

She looked at him. "Uh... which part?"

He looked up. "About... killing me?" She shook her head. "I'm... still going to die today, too. But... I think it would be great if you did it..."

She tilted her head. "You really think you'll enjoy dying that much?"

He nodded, his cock even twitching slightly. "Yeah! I've... I've thought about it a lot. I always cum pretty hard when I think about what it would be like." His hand started to idly stroke his shaft again, the thing still hard. "I've always hoped I could experience something like that with you." She raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, c'mon. Don't look at me like that. You're really sexy! I've always thought that."

She blushed a little. "Oh... Well, you're... not bad, either." She let out a sigh as he kept smirking at her. "Fuck it." She unzipped her jacket, pulling it off and dropping it behind her. "I got to see you buck ass naked. Guess it's only fair I show you, too." She pulled her shirt up, her heavy tits bouncing in her black bra.

He smiled. "Not complaining, but you don't have to." His eyes lingered on those heavy tits, but did trail down to her bare belly. She was very skinny, always had been, which made those tits look so much bigger.

As she worked at her jeans, she had to ask. "If... …how would you want to... be killed?"

Without missing a beat, he answered. "I'd want to lose my head. Just cut through my neck until my head rolls away." His cock twitched and throbbed in his hand as he thought about it. "I'm sure I'd be blasting so much cum if I died that way. It's always been my favorite."

She tossed her jeans away with the rest of her clothing, leaving her skinny legs bare. She reached behind herself to start working at her bra clasp. "I guess you have thought a lot about this..." She paused what she was doing, looking down at the floor. "I... I guess I could... try to give you that...?" She wasn't even sure what she was saying anymore.

She tensed up as she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders. She looked up to find her brother standing in front of her. "Are you sure? You don't have to..."

She nodded. "Yeah..." She turned around. "Help me get this thing off." His hands moved down from her shoulders to the clasp of her bra, deftly opening it. She let it slip forward, sliding down her arms and to the floor, letting her large tits bounce free, her nipples hard and poking through her fur. She gasped when his hands came around and gently cupped her tits, hefting their weight and giving them a gentle squeeze. "H-Hey... I never said to grope me..."

His mouth was suddenly up against her ear, nibbling gently along the edge, making her squirm just a little. "I know. But if you're going to give me what I want... then I want to die inside you." She gasped as he squeezed her breasts tight again. "I want you to cum riding me as you take my life. I promise, you'll cum harder than you ever have before. I want to give you that for your birthday."

She felt his cock poking at her rear. "Fuck, that is so... wrong..." She giggled. "Like killing someone isn't." She nodded, leaning back a little against him. "Okay. One last fuck before we both die." She felt his cock twitch against her, excited for his imminent demise.

"Okay." He pulled back, though gave her cheek a gentle kiss from behind. "Just one last thing I'd like to do." He moved over to his discarded clothing and pulled out his phone. He set the thing up to start a recording. "I'd like to record it. We're going to die, so it doesn't matter. Someone will find it and put it up on D-Gen." He held a hand up. "Don't ask me how that always happens, but it does. I just want to share our final moment with them. Let someone else have some fun watching us. Who knows, maybe we'll inspire another kinky pair of siblings to do this."

Holly laughed, despite everything, shaking her head. "Fuck, that is so messed up. But sure. Go for it."

He nodded, setting the thing to start then smiled at the camera. "Hello, D-Gen. My name is SunnyS1deUp." He saw Holly giving him a questioning look. "It's my username on the forums. I don't chat much, but I've been a watcher for a couple of years. Anyway, today, I'm here with my sister... uh..."

"BitterHoliday." The name came without even having to really think about it.

He smiled. "Oh, that's good. Might need to put like a 1 or 0 or something in there, but that's good." He looked back at the Camera. "So, um... Holly... uh... sorry."

She chuckled. "It's fine."

He continued. "Yeah, so she... kind of killed our parents today, and... she's going to do the same to me soon." It was very strange hearing him just say that out loud, presumably to a bunch of sickos online that would jerk off to it. "I don't want to spoil the rest, so just... enjoy?" He smiled. "I will."

She couldn't hold back another bit of laughter. "Yeah, I'm sure you will." She reached down and hooked her thumbs into her panties, the last bit of clothing she still had on. "Lemme get these things off." She slid them down her slender legs as Sunny positioned the phone nearby to capture what was going to happen. When he sat down and looked at her, he grinned wide as she stepped out of her panties, her damp pussy now exposed for him to see, his cock twitching. She tossed the things with the rest of her clothing. She was about to crouch down beside him, but stopped, reaching over to grab something from the counter. "Probably going to need this..." She showed the large, bloody kitchen knife, the same one she had slashed her mother's throat open with not long ago.

Sunny let out a slight breath, his cock twitching again. "Yeah... definitely going to need that." He laid down on his back, patting his lap. "C'mere, Sis. I want you so badly..."

She nodded, moving to straddle his hips and crouch down onto her knees, resting her butt against his thighs. Her slit was close to his hard, throbbing shaft. She could feel the heat from it. "You're... a lot bigger than I thought you would be..." She set the knife down, then reached out to gently stroke along the shaft, making him moan slightly. "And you got so hard... for me?" He nodded. "I'm going to be honest, I used to think you were gay."

He laughed. "Nah. Kinda bi, I guess? But like, the opposite of you. Or... I guess the same as you. I prefer women." He reached up to gently grip one of her heavy tits. "Mostly... I've just wanted you. But that's not something you can just... say, y'know?"

She nodded, letting out a soft moan as he squeezed her breast, hefting the weight a little again. "I think you just like my boobs."

"They're a part of it. But I like a lot of other parts. You're flat belly, the way you keep your hair in those twintails, your eyes..." He glanced down. "And now I can add your juicy looking pussy to that list..."

She laughed. "You really are a flirt." She leaned forward, shifting closer to press her slit against the underside of his cock and started to grind herself against him. "Mmmph, wish you'd flirted with me earlier. If I knew what you were packing, I might have let you put it in me a lot sooner." She let out soft moans as she ground her slit along his length. "This is so thick, too..."

Sunny laid his head back, moaning with her. "Mmm, and you're so warm..." His cock twitched against her, throbbing between her damp pussy lips. He pushed his hips up as she kept teasing herself against him. "Are you going to keep teasing me, or are you going to let me fuck you?"

She giggled. "I might just keep teasing you." She stuck her tongue out at him, then gasped as he squeezed her tits a little harder. "But I want to feel you inside me." She shifted her hips, lifting them up slowly, his cock rising with her until the tip was prodding at her drooling entrance. She took a few deep breaths, then slowly lowered herself down again. Both siblings let out a loud moan as she took his cock. She felt him stretching her, not enough to be painful, but enough that she could feel every throb and twitch his long shaft was making as it slid deeper and deeper inside of her. "Oh.... f~fuck! The best cock I've ever had, and naturally it's my brother's!"

He had to resist thrusting up into her as she lowered herself down, letting her control the pace to start. She was squeezing around him already, making him throb all the harder. It was a good thing he had already blown a load inside their mom earlier, or he'd be blasting one into Holly right then and there. When her hips finally came back to rest on his, he felt his tip poking deep inside of her, almost pressed up against her cervix. He gave her tits another squeeze, then slid his hands down to her sides to hold onto her, both panting heavily. "You're... so fucking sexy." He pushed his hips up a little, making her gasp. "C'mon. Ride me, sis. No holding back!"

She nodded, leaning forward just a little to rest her hands against his chest. She lifted her hips up, only to drop back down, moaning loud as she started to bounce on him. The wet sound of their fucking started to echo around the kitchen, making 'plap plap plap' noises every time he thrust up inside of her. Her tits bounced each time his hips met hers, her whole body bouncing with him, only to drop down as he thrust up into her. "Gods, you're so deep!" She panted and moaned, not holding any of the noises back, letting him hear how much she was loving this. The embarrassment of what they were doing faded away. If anything, the taboo of it only made her enjoy it more. It certainly made him enjoy it. It felt like he was somehow getting harder inside of her.

She gasped as one of his hands slid across her belly and down to her pussy, fingers teasing against her swollen clit. He smiled at her as she started to shiver, her hands gripping a little at his chest fur. "Don't hold back. I want to feel you cumming on me."

Holly panted, her hips bouncing harder as he rubbed and teased at her clit. "Fuck... Sunny!" She tried to hold back, but he was working at her harder. Her pussy squeezed around his cock as he thrust hard into her, drooling down onto his hips, soaking his fur. She felt the pressure building up inside of her, little shocks of pleasure shooting through her as he toyed at her almost relentlessly. Her tail thrashed behind her as she leaned forward more, her tits dangling over him as her moaning turned into desperate cries. "Oh fuck... oh fuck oh fuck... I'm- I'm almost... there!" She stopped holding back, bouncing on him harder as the pleasure built more and more.

He smiled up at her, feeling her squeezing harder and harder around him as he rammed into her. He loved that look of lustful desperation on her face, hearing her moaning and panting and crying out as she edged ever closer. Suddenly she gripped at his shoulders hard and let out almost a scream of pleasure as she came. The hand still at her side pulled her down to thrust deep inside and keep her there, her inner walls clenching almost painfully around his shaft over and over. Her body trembled and shivered, her big tits swaying and wobbling under her as she gasped and moaned loud. He felt her juices flowing out, soaking his already damp crotch. He stopped teasing at her clit, just resting his hand against her lower belly, right over her womb. He could feel the muscles twitching and pulsing, trying to milk him. He almost let her, but managed to keep himself under control. Though he wouldn't last through another if she came like that on him again.

She gasped for breath as she clung to her brother, panting heavily and shivering as the little shocks and jolts of pleasure still shot through her. "Fuck... ah... ha..." She let out a breathless laugh as she slowly came back to her senses. "I don't know if I've ever cum that hard..."

He chuckled up at her, slowly moving his hand up to rest against her belly. "I'm glad I was able to give you that." He thrust up into her, making her gasp as she started to slowly bounce on him again. "I don't... know how much longer I'll last, though..." His cock was throbbing hard inside of her. "I-I'm... ready..." He looked up at her, staring into her eyes. "I want you to kill me as I cum. Please..."

She bit her lip, staring back down at him. Then she nodded quickly. "O-Okay. But... first..." She leaned down and pressed her lips against his, kissing him as deeply as she had any lover. He returned the kiss, both their mouths parting slightly as they moaned into each other. His hips thrust up into her faster, making her moan louder into him, her thin tail swaying about again. When she finally broke the kiss, she kept her face close to his, panting heavily. "I love you. You were the only good thing this family ever did."

He smirked. "Not the only good thing. You've been pretty great, too. I love you, too." He grunted, his pace picking up even more. "Fuck... C'mon, Holly. Do it. I'm... getting close..."

She nodded, reaching over and picking up the large knife she set down beside them. She looked at it for a moment, then brought it up to his neck. "J-just... just cut through... right?"

He nodded, lifting his chin a little to expose his neck even more. "Yes! Cut my throat... t-take my head... please!" He begged her, his cock throbbing as he strained to hold himself back. His balls ached with the need for their release. "I want it... I want it so badly. Kill me!" He let out a strained groan. "Please... do it! I-I can't... hold back... anymore!"

Holly nodded quickly, taking several deep breaths. She could feel him throbbing and pulsing inside of her as he pounded away, her pussy still tight around him. Her heart was still beating wildly, only partially from the recent climax. She shifted the knife so the tip pointed at his neck. It shook in her hand as she hesitated, but she saw the look in his eyes, pleading and desperate. She gripped the handle harder, then leaned forward, pressing the blade deep into her brother's throat. Blood immediately started to pour out around the wound. He tensed up, his hips slamming up into her harder, jamming his cock as deep as it could go over and over. The look on his face was one of surprise, but also pure bliss as the pain struck him. She dragged the knife to the side, carving his throat open even wider. As she did, his hips somehow started pounding even harder into her, even as the blood gushed out of him, splashing out onto the floor and spraying up against her face.

She laid the blade across his neck, pressing it against his spine. She moved her other hand to press the top of the blade, pressing the whole thing down. "I love you! Cum for me, Sunny! Fucking fill my pussy up!" He mouthed something, but all that came out was a wet noise as she had severed his vocal cords already. But he did exactly what she asked. He cock jammed deep inside of her as he came, pulsing and jerking as he blasted wave after wave of his molten seed deep inside of her. She felt every jerk and throb, her hips pressing down to meet his as he continued to thrust.

She pressed down as he continued to cum, using her weight to push the knife against his spine. She felt when it slipped between the vertebrae, heard a cracking as she shoved it down to split the bones apart, severing his connection to the rest of his body. He started to go wild under her, thrusting even harder as shivers and spasms overtook his muscles. Somehow, his already cumming cock started to blast even harder into her, spraying everything his balls could give. She pressed down harder, until she was nearly through, then sliced to the side several times to finish cutting the flesh. His head rolled slightly to the side once it was finally free, blood spraying in great arcs from his severed neck as his heart beat just as hard as hers.

She picked up his head, seeing the look of ecstasy on his face. She brought it up to kiss him, feeling him trying to kiss her back, but he was fading away, lost in the bliss of his final orgasm. When she pulled him away, he was gone, his eyes rolled back, mouth slack. She felt tears in her eyes as she stared at him. But she was only a little sad, more happy she was able to give him something he wanted so much. His body was still going wild under her, and she clutched his head to her chest, burying his face in her tits as she leaned back and started to bounce on him harder, his cock still spitting the last of his cum inside of her, though much was drooling out around his shaft.

She slammed her hips down against him, panting and moaning and crying out as her own orgasm built up more and more. She stared down at the stump of his neck, still oozing and gushing blood as the shaking spasms still rocked through his body. She didn't hold herself back, her inner walls quivering around his cock as she slammed down, feeling it hitting deep into her cum-soaked cunt. "Fuck... Sunny! Fuck... oh fuck!" She cried out as she came again, her hips slamming hard against his as she clutched his head against her chest, not caring how much blood was soaking into her fur at this point. She lost herself in an orgasm even more intense than the last one, almost spraying against his crotch. She clamped so hard around his shaft that it would have hurt, inner walls milking him for all he had left to give.

She eventually fell forward, still clutching his head as she rested against his shivering body. "Fuck... ah... dammit that... fuck!" She laughed softly, her own body shivering a little from the aftershocks. His cock was still inside of her, though his hips didn't thrust anymore, only shiver and twitch. The blood had stopped pumping out of his neck, only drooled out in little spurts as his heart beat its last and finally failed entirely. When she finally lifted her own hips up, his cock slid free, slapping against his own belly as a small torrent of his cum drooled out of her messy cunt. "Fuck..." She shifted to lay beside him, still cuddling with his body, his head still pressed between her tits. "Thank you for the... best birthday gift." She lifted his head up, kissing his forehead. "Though I guess you got a pretty good Christmas gift, too."

She closed her eyes, taking several deep breaths. After a long moment, she suddenly remembered the phone still recording all of this. Looking over at it, she bit her lip. There were people that did this kind of thing all the time... She looked at Sunny's dead, happy face. She bit her lip harder as she debated something with herself. She had planned to slit her wrists at the end of all this, but she hadn't planned on... enjoying any of it. Now, thanks to her brother, she learned something new about herself. And she had never cum so hard in her life, especially twice in a row.

She nodded, setting Sunny's head down and looking at the phone. "Uh... s-so... yeah. I guess... I guess I'll be doing this again?" She gave an awkward smile. "I'll... make my own account for the forum thing. I guess. BitterHoliday. Dunno how I'll spell it yet. But... um... look forward to more?" She felt awkward talking to the phone like this. "Unless I don't end up enjoying it nearly as much as I did with Sunny. I was gonna kill myself today... so... if this turned out to be a fluke, then I'll... just do that..." She reached out and picked up the phone. "But, uh... yeah. I guess that's it? Sorry, I've never done this before." She let out an awkward laugh and ended the recording. She'd post it to the forum using Sunny's phone, since it was still logged in.

Beyond that, she wasn't sure. She wasn't even sure if she'd be able to do this kind of thing again. She'd definitely have to go on the run. But for now, she just laid her head against her brother's chest, enjoying the feeling of his massive load drooling out of her pussy. All in all, this was probably the best birthday she had ever had. Definitely the best Christmas.

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