Little Brother’s Takeover
Copyright© 2026 by Eros Alban
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - Trigger warning: there is a very bigoted character who uses racist language. Wrongfully convicted Malik is out on probation rebuilding his life. Into the neighborhood moves a racist bigot who has fallen from society. However his family takes a strong interest in their kind giving neighbor Malik. His generosity transforms the family in New sexy ways. Old friends from past stories do appear.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual Gay BiSexual Heterosexual TransGender Cuckold Incest Light Bond Rough Interracial Black Male White Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
Corby pulled off Marcus’s cock just long enough to stare at him.
“He had the kid grab it? And shove it back in?”
Galen’s hips didn’t stop moving. He had Earl the pup bent over the edge of the booth, mitts and knee pads still on, hood still laced, and was buried deep in the redhead’s ass with long, steady strokes. The wet sound of it mixed with the softer noises of the pup’s muffled moans.
“And then the little brother licked his fingers clean,” Galen said, voice rough with pleasure. “Tasted his sister’s cunt and your brother’s cock in the same breath.”
Marcus only smiled, rolling his hips forward. He had Corby bent over the bar, fucking him in the same unhurried rhythm he always used when he wanted it to last. At the same time the pup’s head was turned, mouth stretched around the base of Corby’s cock whenever Galen’s thrusts pushed him forward far enough. Corby and Galen kept breaking off to kiss — open-mouthed, messy, sharing spit and breath — between questions.
Kenith was finished.
The trainee lay sprawled and unconscious over the bar stool, jeans still tangled around one ankle. Cum dripped slowly from his open mouth and from his well-used ass, trailing down the inside of his thigh. His own small cock hung soft and spent; he had come three separate times while Marcus and Corby took him apart. He wasn’t going to be asking any questions for a while.
Corby groaned as Marcus bottomed out again, then twisted to look back over his shoulder.
“Your brother is cold as fuck. Gets the kid to handle his dick, gets him to taste both of them, and still doesn’t even come?”
Marcus’s smile widened. He leaned down, mouth close to Corby’s ear, and gave a particularly deep thrust that made Corby’s breath hitch.
“He didn’t get to nut before dinner,” he corrected quietly.
Galen and Corby both froze for half a second.
Then Galen let out a low, disbelieving laugh and drove harder into the pup.
“Oh, you’re kidding me.”
Marcus just kept smiling, hips moving steady, while Corby cursed under his breath and pushed back to meet him.
The walk to the house was quiet since it was only a short distance, barely more than a few houses down the sidewalk, but none of them seemed in a hurry. Jesse walked beside Malik, occasionally kicking at a loose pebble along the edge of the pavement. Skye walked on Malik’s other side, her hands tucked into her pockets.
There was no need to fill the silence.
They’d reached the point where silence between them wasn’t awkward anymore.
By the time they reached the house, Cheryl was already in the kitchen.
She looked up as the three of them came through the door.
“There you are.”
“We weren’t late,” Skye said.
“I didn’t say you were.”
“You were thinking it.”
Cheryl smiled.
“Wash your hands.”
“Yes, Mom.”
Jesse headed toward the sink, followed by Malik.
Cheryl picked up her glass of sweet iced tea and took a sip.
“How was the project today, Malik?”
Malik looked over.
“Long.”
Cheryl laughed softly.
“Still working on it?”
“Yeah. We’ve been at it for three days now.”
“The big one you told me about?”
“That’s the one.”
“How’s the group holding up?”
Malik shook his head with a tired smile.
“Barely.”
Jesse laughed.
“What happened?”
“Everybody has an opinion.”
“About what?”
“Everything.”
Malik pulled out a chair.
“One person wants to change the whole presentation. Another thinks we’re doing too much. Someone else keeps finding little things that need fixing.”
“And you’re the one trying to keep everybody organized?” Cheryl asked.
“Apparently.”
She smiled knowingly.
“That sounds like you.”
“I don’t know if that’s a compliment.”
“It is.”
Jesse sat down beside him.
“So are you almost done?”
“Almost. We have the presentation left to finish.”
“When’s it due?”
“Tomorrow.”
Jesse groaned.
“That’s rough.”
“Yeah.”
Cheryl set a plate in front of Malik.
“Then you definitely need to eat.”
Malik looked down at it.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
Skye pulled out her chair.
“See? Mom’s taking care of you again.”
Cheryl raised an eyebrow.
“Someone has to.”
Malik smiled and picked up his fork.
The conversation continued easily from there—school, work, the project, and whatever Jesse and Skye had been doing while Malik had been busy.
The wine was gone from Cheryl’s evenings now. Her tall glass of sweet iced tea sat beside her plate instead, condensation slowly gathering on the outside.
Then Vernon came in.
He pulled out his chair and sat down without a word.
The easy conversation didn’t stop.
Dinner was already underway when the under-table game started again.
Skye sat next to Malik and across from Jesse, still a little flushed from earlier. She reached for her water glass, trying to look normal.
Malik’s hand found her thigh under the table first — warm, heavy, casual. He left it there for a few seconds, thumb stroking absently along the soft inner skin just above her knee. Then his fingers slid higher, pushing the hem of her short skirt up as they went. Skye’s breath caught. She glanced sideways at him, but he was calmly cutting a piece of meat like nothing was happening.
His hand kept moving.
He cupped her through her panties, palm pressing firmly against the already-damp fabric. Skye’s legs twitched. Malik rubbed her slowly, mapping the shape of her pussy with deliberate pressure until the cotton was soaked through. Only then did he hook two fingers under the edge and pull the panties aside.
Skin on skin.
He traced her slit once, twice, gathering the wetness, then pushed both fingers into her cunt in a single smooth stroke. Skye’s fork clinked against her plate. She pressed her lips together hard, eyes going glassy almost immediately. Malik curled his fingers and started working her in a slow, steady rhythm — in, out, in — the wet sound of it soft but unmistakable under the table if anyone had been paying close attention.
His thumb found her asshole a moment later.
He didn’t push in. He just pressed, rubbing lazy circles over the tight rim while his fingers kept fucking her cunt. Every few strokes he scissored them open inside her, stretching her, then went back to that deep, curling motion that made her hips try to follow. Skye’s cheeks had turned a deep pink. Her eyes were unfocused. Every time his thumb pressed a little harder or his fingers dragged across the front wall of her pussy, her breath hitched audibly.
She kept her lips sealed, trying desperately to stay quiet, but the soft, wet schlick of Malik’s fingers moving inside her still drifted up from under the table. Jesse’s gaze flicked toward her more than once. Vernon stared at his plate. Cheryl poured another glass of wine, either oblivious or choosing not to notice.
Malik never looked away from his food. He just kept fingering her under the table — two fingers buried in her cunt, thumb working her asshole in slow, filthy circles — while Skye sat there flushed, glassy-eyed, and trembling on the edge of another orgasm she wasn’t allowed to have yet.
Vernon was eating like the food might disappear if he slowed down, fork scraping, cheeks working, eyes locked on his plate. Cheryl kept reaching over to touch his wrist.
“Honey, slow down. You’re going to choke. There’s plenty.”
She stood with the pitcher of iced sweet tea and moved around the table, refilling glasses one by one. The ice clinked softly. When she leaned past Jesse to top his off, she gave his shoulder a quick squeeze.
Jesse barely noticed. His eyes kept drifting sideways to where Skye sat flushed and glassy, lips pressed tight, breathing a little too carefully. Every time her breath hitched he felt heat crawl up the back of his neck. He forced his gaze back to his own plate, pushed rice around with his fork, then looked again without meaning to.
Under the table the wet sounds had grown just a fraction louder.
Suddenly Skye’s chair scraped back hard.
She stood too fast, one hand braced on the table for balance. Her voice came out higher and thinner than usual.
“I—I need to get something.”
She didn’t wait for an answer. She almost ran for the kitchen, skirt flipping around her thighs, the flush on her cheeks burning all the way down her neck.
Malik watched her go. A small, private smile curved his mouth. He took two more calm bites of his food, chewed, swallowed, and set his fork down neatly. Only then did he push his own chair back and stand.
“I’ll check on her,” he said, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
He followed her into the kitchen without hurry, leaving the rest of the table behind.
A couple of minutes later Malik’s voice drifted from the kitchen, calm and low.
“Jesse. Come here a second.”
Jesse’s stomach dropped so hard he felt light-headed. He set his fork down carefully, pushed his chair back, and stood on legs that already felt unsteady. The short walk to the kitchen doorway seemed longer than it should have.
He stepped into the open archway and stopped dead.
Both of them were completely naked again.
Malik stood in the middle of the small kitchen holding Skye in the air like she weighed nothing. Her knees were hooked over the crooks of his elbows, thighs forced wide, body folded nearly in half so her ass and cunt were presented straight toward the doorway. She was already dripping — a clear string of her own wetness running down the cleft of her ass and hanging for a second before it dropped to the floor. Malik’s thick Black cock jutted up between them, the broad head glistening, lined up with her entrance but not yet inside. The dark shaft looked even bigger against the pale skin of her spread thighs.
Skye’s face was flushed deep red, mouth open, eyes glassy. Her arms were wrapped weakly around Malik’s neck just to stay steady. Every breath she took made her tits shift against his chest. Off to the side her camera’s ring light was so bright.
Jesse’s knees simply gave out.
He hit the kitchen floor hard, staring up at the two of them, heart slamming so loudly he could barely hear anything else.
Malik glanced over at Jesse like this was the most ordinary request in the world.
“Need your help again, bro. Guide me back inside your sister’s hungry cunt. I need to nut.”
From the floor, on his knees, everything about Malik looked bigger.
The thick Black cock jutting up between Skye’s spread thighs seemed almost unreal — longer, heavier, the dark skin stretched tight over a shaft that looked too substantial to fit inside anyone. The broad head was flushed a deep, angry brown and already shiny with her earlier wetness. A prominent vein ran along the underside. His balls hung full and tight beneath it. Held up the way she was, folded nearly in half with her knees hooked over his elbows, Skye looked small against him. The contrast made the cock aimed at her dripping entrance look even more monstrous.
Jesse looked over at the camera before turning back as he crawled forward without deciding to.
The linoleum was hard under his knees. His hand shook so badly he almost missed when he reached up. His fingers brushed the hot, heavy shaft first — the heat of it startled him — then closed around it. He could barely wrap his hand all the way. The skin was silk-smooth and burning hot, the whole length throbbing once against his palm like it had a heartbeat of its own. He could feel how wet it already was, slick with Skye’s cum from earlier.
He lifted the thick cock, angling the broad head toward the open, glistening pink of his sister’s cunt. The moment the tip kissed her entrance, Malik thrust.
He sank in with one long, smooth, brutal stroke, burying every inch until his hips met her ass. The wet, stretched sound of it was filthy and loud in the small kitchen. Skye’s head fell back and a raw, high cry tore out of her throat, echoing off the cabinets and the refrigerator door.
“Fuck—!”
Malik bottomed out and stayed there for a second, fully buried, while Jesse’s hand was still trapped between them at the base of that massive cock.
Malik started fucking her in the air.
He used short, powerful strokes — hips snapping up hard, the thick Black cock punching deep into her on every thrust. Skye’s tits bounced with the force of it. Her voice cracked and broke on every impact, high and helpless. The wet sound of her cunt taking him over and over filled the small kitchen, filthy and rhythmic. Jesse stayed on his knees right in front of them, close enough to feel the heat rolling off their bodies, close enough to see the way her stretched pink rim clung to the dark shaft every time Malik pulled back.
After only a dozen thrusts the angle shifted. Malik’s cock slipped free with a loud, wet schlick. The heavy length slapped upward and the broad, slick head dragged straight across Jesse’s cheek, leaving a thick, shiny smear of Skye’s juices from his jaw to the corner of his mouth. The smell of her cunt hit him hard.
Malik didn’t even pause.
“Fuck. Again. Put it back. And this time keep it there.”
Jesse’s hands were already moving. He grabbed the soaked, throbbing shaft with both hands this time — it was so thick and slippery he needed the extra grip — and steered the fat head back to her dripping entrance. The moment it caught, Malik drove forward again, burying himself to the root in one brutal stroke. Jesse kept his right hand locked tight around the base, fingers stretched wide around the thick root, feeling every ridged inch slide in and out past his palm as Malik started fucking her hard and fast.
The pace turned punishing.
Malik’s hips slammed up into her in a relentless rhythm. Skye’s moans stopped being separate sounds and became one continuous, broken wail. Her arms tightened around his neck. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused. Jesse could feel the heat of the cock in his hand, the way it pulsed, the way Skye’s cunt kept trying to pull it deeper every time Malik bottomed out. His own cock was so hard inside his jeans it hurt, and he couldn’t look away from the place where his fingers were wrapped around his sister’s stuffed pussy.
Malik’s breathing grew ragged, chest heaving, the muscles in his arms standing out as he kept Skye folded and suspended.
“Almost—shit—Jesse, grab my nuts with your other hand. Tug them. Not soft.”
Jesse didn’t hesitate this time.
His left hand stayed locked tight around the thick, slick base of Malik’s cock, holding it buried deep inside his sister. His right hand dropped lower, cupped the heavy, tight balls that were drawn up close to Malik’s body, and pulled. He tugged downward in time with every upward thrust — firm, steady pressure, just short of rough. The dual sensation made Malik’s rhythm stutter.
A raw, broken sound tore out of Malik’s throat.
He fucked up into Skye harder, faster, using Jesse’s hands like anchors. Every time he bottomed out, Jesse felt the cock swell thicker against his palm and the balls tighten in his grip. Skye was past coherent words — just high, continuous cries that cracked every time that thick shaft punched deep. The wet slap of skin, the creak of strain in Malik’s arms, the filthy sound of her cunt being used — all of it filled the kitchen while Jesse knelt there, both hands full of Malik, keeping him inside her and pulling on his balls exactly the way he’d been told.
He tugged just a bit more — a firm, deliberate pull that stretched Malik’s tight balls downward at the exact moment the thick cock was buried to the root.
That was enough.
Malik’s hips slammed upward one final, brutal time and a deep, guttural groan tore out of his chest. The sound was raw and unrestrained. Jesse felt the cock in his hand swell impossibly thicker, the shaft turning rigid as the first heavy pulse ripped through it. Thick cum surged up the length and pumped deep into Skye in long, powerful ropes.
The first pulse triggered her instantly.
Skye clamped down hard, her cunt spasming around the cock that was stretching her open, and a high, broken wail tore from her throat. Her whole body shook in Malik’s arms, thighs quivering, toes curling in the air as she came. Jesse felt every throb against his palm — the rhythmic, forceful jerk of the shaft as rope after rope of thick cum flooded her. He could feel the heat of it, the way Malik’s balls tightened and lifted in his other hand with each spurt. The wet sound of her stuffed cunt overflowing started almost immediately, cum already beginning to leak out around the thick base he was still gripping.
Then his grip slipped.
Malik’s cock popped free mid-orgasm with a wet, sudden sound.
The next thick pulse hit Jesse square across the face — a heavy, hot rope that striped from his forehead down across one eye and over his cheek. Before he could even flinch, another landed directly on his tongue and flooded his mouth, thick and bitter-salty and unmistakably Malik. More followed in rapid succession: across his lips, the bridge of his nose, under his other eye, dripping down his chin. He knelt there frozen, mouth still open, while the last weaker spurts pulsed out and dripped onto the kitchen floor between his knees.
Skye was still trembling in Malik’s arms, completely limp, cum already leaking from her well-fucked cunt in a thick white trail that ran down the cleft of her ass and dripped toward the floor.
Jesse scrambled up on shaking legs, face dripping, and bolted for the bathroom without a word.
He locked the door, turned the water on full, and washed his face over and over. The thick cum clung. He scrubbed his cheeks, his lips, under his eyes, but the taste of it stayed heavy on his tongue no matter how many times he spit and rinsed. He stared at himself in the mirror — eyes wide, cheeks flushed, a single streak he had missed still drying at the corner of his mouth — and had to grip the edge of the sink to stay upright.
When he finally returned to the table, face scrubbed pink and still faintly sticky at the corners of his lips, Malik was calmly eating like nothing had happened. Skye sat beside him looking wrecked and soft, a small, dazed smile on her face. Cheryl was pouring more sweet tea. Vernon kept his eyes on his plate.
Malik glanced over as Jesse sat down, completely casual.
“Hey. Almost forgot. The car wash is hiring part-time. I already put your name in with my shift lead. You want it, the job’s yours.”
Jesse stared at him for a second. The gratitude hit all at once, tangled up with everything else still spinning in his head. He stood, walked around the table, and hugged Malik tightly.
The solid heat of Malik’s body pressed against him. Lower, unmistakable even through clothes, he felt the thick shape of the cock that had just finished across his face and in his mouth. Jesse’s face burned. He didn’t pull away.
He just held on a little longer, heart slamming, and whispered, “Thank you.”
Kenith had come to sometime during the kitchen story.
He was still draped over the bar stool, pants around one ankle, cum drying on his thighs, but his eyes were open and wide. He stared at Marcus like he couldn’t decide whether to be horrified or desperately hard again.
“He came on the kid’s face?” Kenith’s voice was hoarse. “In the kitchen? While the parents were in the next room?”
Galen answered with a low, breathless laugh. He had just finished buried to the hilt in Earl. The pup was shaking through his own orgasm, hooded face pressed to the booth seat, ass clenching around Galen’s cock as they both came. Galen stayed deep, riding it out, one hand stroking the leather of the hood.
“Kid licked it off his fingers earlier,” Galen said, still panting. “Then took a facial in the kitchen and still hugged him after. Your brother’s rewriting the whole fucking family.”
Corby was bent over the bar, taking Marcus in long, steady strokes. He had been holding on, but the image of Jesse on his knees in the kitchen with Malik’s cum across his face pushed him over. His cock jerked hard against the wood and he came with a broken groan, spilling across the side of the bar while Marcus kept fucking him through it.
Marcus never slowed.
He held Corby’s hips and kept the same controlled rhythm, still fully hard, still not close. When Corby’s orgasm finally eased, Marcus leaned down and spoke against the back of his neck, voice calm and almost amused.
“That was Thursday night. The last part of the story is what happened this past Monday.”
He gave one more deep thrust, drawing a weak sound out of Corby, then looked around at the wrecked, staring faces in the bar.
“Jesse took the job.”
The next Monday while Jesse started his new job at the car wash, Skye spent the empty afternoon filming soft, teasing clips in the bedroom mirror and scheduled them to drop while she was with him.
Malik had gotten Jesse the position. It was one more thing Jesse hadn’t expected when all of this started. A few weeks earlier he had barely wanted to get out of bed. The breakup had left him hollow. Five years with the same person, followed by a proposal that ended with her saying no and walking away, had knocked the wind out of him.
Then Malik had entered his life — not with some grand speech, just conversation, games, dinners, and a willingness to listen. Little by little Jesse had started coming back to himself. Now he stood in the employee area beside Malik, grinning like he’d just been handed the keys to a new life.
Malik handed him the uniform.
“Here you go.”
Jesse unfolded it and stared.
“Seriously?”
Malik was already changing into his own. “Seriously.”
The company had a very particular idea of branding. Bright light-blue from top to bottom: a short tight crop top white tank tee shirt with blue logo lettering, short athletic-style boy shorts, matching arm bands, knee-high socks, and light-blue high-top sneakers. The logo sat prominently on the shorts and arm bands along with the slogan We Get You Wet.
Jesse held up the shorts. “These are tiny.”
“They’re supposed to be.”
He changed in the small back room and came out a few minutes later.
Everything was revealing. The sleeve less crop top barely reached the tip of his belly button while the light-blue boy shorts were obscenely short. The bottom curves of his large, round bubble butt hung out completely, the thin fabric stretched so tight across the fat globes that the seams dug into the soft underside of each cheek. Every step made them bounce and jiggle. The company logo was printed right across his left ass cheek in bold dark letters. Matching light-blue arm bands sat high on his slim but fit arms, the contrast making his pale skin look even softer. Knee-high socks in the same color hugged his toned calves and ended just below the knee, leaving a strip of smooth thigh visible before the shorts began. Light-blue high-tops finished the look.
Jesse stopped in front of the narrow mirror and stared.
His belly was flat and soft-looking, pale even where faint tan lines cut across his hips from older, longer shorts. The shirt was tight enough you could see the two hard little nipples poking out. His legs were toned without being bulky, the muscles of his thighs and calves clean and defined under the pale skin. He turned sideways, then glanced over his shoulder, and for a long moment just watched the way the shorts framed him. On impulse he bounced once on the balls of his feet. His bubble butt jiggled heavily — full, soft on the surface, but firm underneath — the cheeks clapping lightly together before settling again. He did it a second time, a little harder, watching the fat globes bounce and ripple in the mirror, the tight blue fabric riding even higher between them.
His face went pink, but he didn’t stop looking.
He turned in front of the mirror, trying to tug the legs down. They didn’t move.
Malik stepped up behind him, already in the same uniform.
On him the shirt looked obscene it was both so tight it was like skin and so short it didn’t even cover his full hard pecks. It did little to draw attention away from the ret of him. His light-blue boy shorts sat low on lean, narrow hips, the thin fabric stretched tight across the heavy, obvious shape of his thick cock. The dark skin of his torso and legs glistened naturally under the fluorescent lights — a soft sheen that made the cut of his abs look even sharper. Every ridge and valley of his stomach was cleanly defined, the deep V-lines at his hips disappearing under the low waistband. His chest and shoulders were solid without being bulky, the muscles of his arms and thighs standing out in smooth, powerful lines. The matching arm bands sat high on his biceps, the light blue bright against his dark skin. Knee-high socks hugged his calves, and the high-tops finished the look.
Jesse’s eyes raked over him in the mirror, unable to stop. He took in the glistening dark skin, the hard abs, the powerful arms, the way the tiny shorts framed the thick cock that was already starting to swell. He saw every part of Malik on display — the broad chest, the sharp cut of his hips, the heavy bulge that kept growing the longer Malik stared at him.
Malik looked Jesse up and down once, slow, and his eyes locked hard on the way the shorts disappeared between Jesse’s cheeks and then stretched tight over the fat underside of each globe.
Jesse watched in the mirror as Malik’s cock visibly thickened. The light-blue material tented, then strained, the heavy outline growing longer and thicker until the broad head was clearly defined against the front of the shorts, the thin fabric pulled taut over every ridge and vein.
Malik’s voice came out low.
“Damn, Jess. Those shorts were not made for an ass like that.”
Jesse’s face burned. He couldn’t look away from the mirror — from his own barely-covered bubble butt or from the way Malik’s cock kept growing while he stared at it.
Malik cleared his throat and grabbed two hoses.
“Come on. I’ll show you what we’re actually doing.”
Jesse followed immediately, still flushed, the tight shorts riding up with every step.
“So what’s the exciting part?”
“There isn’t one.”
“Great sales pitch.”
“You wanted the truth.”
They stepped into the prep area as the next car rolled toward them. Malik pointed toward the front bumper.
“Bugs.”
Then toward the lower panels.
“Dirt.”
He pointed toward a dark, sticky patch near one of the doors.
“Whatever that is.”
Jesse leaned closer. “Is that gum?”
“Probably.”
“People are disgusting.”
“Welcome to customer service.”
Malik turned on the hose. The pressurized stream swept across the front of the vehicle, knocking away insects and road grime.
“We’re not doing the actual wash,” he explained. “The machine handles that. We just get the cars ready for it. Bugs, heavy dirt, mud, anything sticky. If it’s really stuck, spend a little extra time on it. Then send it through.”
Jesse nodded, trying to focus on the instructions and not on the way the shorts kept creeping higher on his ass every time he bent or turned.
“Got it.”
They started working. The first car took Jesse a little longer than Malik’s, but he caught on quickly. He learned where bugs collected, where road grime built up, and which patches needed a second pass. Malik didn’t hover. He trusted him.
When Jesse finished the front bumper and looked over for approval, Malik simply nodded.
“Good.”
Jesse’s face lit up. “Really?”
“Really.”
He grinned and raised his hose only to spray Jesse as another car rolled into position. The white shirt was instantly transparent. The girl driving hooted and pointed her camera at him, the tight light-blue shorts still framing the full round swell of his bubble butt for anyone who happened to look — and Malik kept looking.
Later that afternoon, between cars, the lot went quiet for a stretch.
Jesse leaned against the low wall, hose dangling from one hand, still flushed from the heat and from the way the tiny shorts kept riding up. He watched the last customer drive off, then glanced at Malik.
“Can I ask you something?”
Malik was rinsing his hands under the spigot. “Shoot.”
Jesse hesitated, fingers tightening around the hose. He watched another car pull away and then glanced at Malik, cheeks already warm.
“Everyone ... looks at you,” he said quietly. “The women. Some of the guys too. They flirt. You just ... take it. Like it’s normal.” He swallowed. “What’s your sex life even like?”
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