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The bedroom door slammed open and in stumbled Lila's brother Brock, his pretty face twisted in a sneer. "Lila, can I talk to you for a second?" he called out, not waiting for a response before striding into her room without invitation.

Lila looked up from where she was lounging on her bed, her current girlfriend Jenna sitting beside her. She rolled her eyes at Brock's interruption, but sat up straight, her muscular frame tensing instinctively. "What do you want, Brock?" she asked, her voice tight with tension.

Brock smirked, his eyes raking over Jenna in a way that made Lila's jaw clench. "I want to talk about your little...lifestyle choice," he said, his tone dripping with disdain. "Face it, Lila, you're never going to find a real man who can handle a dyke like you. You're just too...much."

Lila's heart sank, a sense of dread washing over her. She knew where this was going, had been here too many times before. But still, she tried to reason with him, to make him understand.

"Brock, please, I've told you before, I'm not-" Lila started, but Brock cut her off with a bark of laughter.*

"Save it, sis. I don't believe in letting dykes like you have the same rights as real women. You're just freaks, perverts who need to be put in your place."

Lila froze, her body going cold with fear and anger. She knew what was coming next, knew the devastating effect Brock's words always had on her. She tried to hold back, to will her body to behave, but it was no use.

"No, no, no..." Lila whimpered, but it was too late. The first gush of fluid sprayed from her cunt, soaking through her jeans and splattering onto the floor. Jenna jumped back in shock, her eyes wide as she watched Lila convulse and shake, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.

"Fuck, Lila, not again!" Jenna cried, grabbing for tissues to try and clean up the mess. But Lila was too far gone, too lost in the mind-numbing pleasure of her squirting climax to care. She could only hang on for dear life as spurt after spurt of femcum gushed from her spasming cunt, the **** of it leaving her light-headed and breathless.

Brock just laughed, shaking his head in disgust as he watched his sister make a mess of herself. "Told you, sis. You're just a fucking freak. No real man will ever want you."

Lila could only sob, tears streaming down her face as she rode out the waves of her orgasm, the shame and humiliation burning like a brand. She knew it was true, knew that no matter how much she tried to deny it, her body betrayed her every time. She was a freak, a monster, unlovable and unworthy of a real relationship.

As the aftershocks faded and Lila collapsed back onto the bed, panting and shaking, she knew what she had to do. She had to end things with Jenna, had to send her away before she too became tainted by association. She couldn't let her sister's cruel words come true, couldn't let her taint the one person who had ever shown her kindness and affection.

"Jenna, I...I'm so sorry," Lila gasped out, struggling to sit up amidst the soaked sheets. "You have to go. Please, before it's too late. Before you become just like me..."

Jenna hesitated, looking torn. But Lila just shook her head, fresh tears welling up in her eyes.

"Please, Jenna. I'm begging you. Leave. Forget you ever knew me. It's the only way..."