"Angel?"

Your dad's voice comes from the bottom of the stairs, and you somehow manage to perch on your elbows while Malachi bruises your thighs with his grip, sweat coating your skin as your dad stands with your discarded jeans in his hand, mortification all over his face.

"Daddy?" You whisper, my eyes rolling, falling back as your spine tingles, your chest turning tender.

He rushes up the stairs, stopping when he sees who’s destroying his baby girl/boy. "Malachi!"

Dad grabs his shoulder and tries to pull him away from you, but your brother's grip doesn't falter; as you're both dragged across the floor while Dad tries to get him off you.

Malachi doesn't stop, and your eyes close as your dad tries again. His mouth disconnects from you, and you whimper from the loss, and the next thing, Malachi is being dragged off you, and Dad punches him.

Malachi's nose is bleeding when he stands up, gathering something in his mouth before he grabs Dad's jaw and spits in his face. Your daughter/son tastes fucking delicious, he signs. Too bad they’re all mine.