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Your breath hitched as his words sank in, your lips still slick with Malik’s taste. “W-what do you mean?” you gasped, wincing as his grip in your hair twisted tighter, forcing your head back to meet his burning glare. His free hand clamped around your throat, not enough to **** but enough to make your pulse hammer against his palm.

“You really don’t remember?” His voice was a venomous whisper, thumb brushing the hollow of your neck where your Adam’s apple used to be. “All those times you teased me for being a virgin? Well I decided to do something about it AND get my ****!"

"But how did you..."

"Simple reality spell really!" he laughed.

Your stepbrother’s grip on your throat tightened just enough to make your breath hitch, his lips curling into a cruel smirk as he leaned in. "The spell rewrote reality itself," he hissed, his hot breath ghosting over your spit-slick lips. "One minute you were my arrogant brother, sneering at me for never touching a woman, the next, your body remembered being born a girl, your muscles softer, your hips wider, your pretty little cunt dripping whenever you saw cock, you'd still be you, but it would hold a control over you, you'd have no resistance!" His free hand slid down your trembling stomach, fingers digging into the curve of your waist. "It was supposed to be mine though!."

Your stepbrother’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of your waist, his breath hot and ragged against your ear. "Look at you," he snarled, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip, smearing Malik’s precum across your skin. "Ruined. Spoiled. Malik turned you into a greedy little cocksleeve, didn’t he?" His grip on your throat flexed, forcing a whimper from your swollen lips as his other hand slid lower, fingertips skimming the soaked fabric between your thighs. "You should have been mine to break in. Now you’re just a used-up slut, drooling for any thick dick that grabs you."

Your stepbrother’s grip on your throat loosened just enough for you to gasp as he shoved you backward, sending you sprawling onto the floor beside Malik’s **** body. His lip curled in disgust as he looked down at you, your lips still glistening, your thighs pressed together in shameless desperation.

"You were supposed to be mine," he spat, knuckles white at his sides. "I didn’t put this tight little cunt between your legs just so you could spread it for the first random bastard who grabbed you." His boot nudged Malik’s limp form with a sneer. "Look at him—pathetic."

Your breath hitched, throat still burning from his grip, but something reckless surged inside you—a defiance that made your lips curl despite the fear. "He wasn’t the first," you gasped, voice raw. His fingers twisted deeper into your hair, wrenching your head back until your spine arched. "Who the fuck else?" he growled, spit flecking your cheek.

You swallowed hard, lips trembling around the confession. "My.... friend's dad." The words slithered out, sticky with shame.

His laughter hit you like a slap,low, mocking, and thick with dark amusement. "Oh, that's perfect," he sneered, fingers tightening in your hair until your scalp burned. "Of course you'd spread your legs for some cheating old bastard. Did he fuck you on his wife's side of the bed? Or did you kneel for him in his bathroom like a good little whore?"

His fingers wrenched your head back further, tendons straining as his breath seared your cheek. "You’re nothing but a used-up slut now," he spat, voice cracking with rage. "Ruined before I even got my hands on youn, no fun left to break." His free hand slapped across your face, the sting blooming hot and sharp, your gasp muffled by the wet smack of skin on skin. "Pathetic," he snarled, dragging his thumb over your split lip, smearing blood and Malik’s spend together. "You think I want sloppy seconds? Some old man’s leftovers?"

The slap sent your head snapping to the side, but the sharp pain only made your thighs press tighter together, the slick heat between them undeniable. You hated how your body betrayed you, how your breath hitched not just from fear but from the rough dominance in his touch. His disgusted sneer faltered for just a second as your hips gave an involuntary twitch.

"You, " His voice cracked, grip tightening in your hair as he dragged your face up, his eyes darkening at the way your lashes fluttered, the way your swollen lips parted around a shaky breath. "You're getting turned on by this!"

The denial died in your throat as his free hand slid between your thighs, fingers pressing hard against the soaked fabric. A choked whimper escaped you, your hips jerking involuntarily against his touch. His breath hitched, pupils blown wide with something between fury and hunger.

"Liar," he hissed, dragging his fingers higher, the rough pad of his thumb circling just where you ached most. "I could have some fun with this, whore!"