Winning My Ex-Crush

Alan’s POV

A week after prom night…

This summer was the worst!

Mom went on vacation with her husband, Amy went with Chris, and I was left home alone. My friends were all busy with their own family holidays. I never thought I would say this, but I missed my mother. At least, she would nag me when I lazed around all day in my room during the summer.

I had told my mother many times that remarrying was a bad idea. I was forced to move and lost my fun neighbor friends. Several times, I begged my mom to divorce Mr. Schmidt and come back to our old home.

Of course, my mother rejected it. She had won all the lotteries she wanted, while I was left isolated and alone.

I stared at the photo from my graduation ceremony with Fenella just before prom night. That morning, Fenella still had a bright smile, like a sweet angel. In this photo, I stood next to her, and I had to admit we looked good together!

I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. I took a deep breath, staring at the photo for a long time.

“Clark!”

My bedroom door swung open. Amy and Chris barged in with heavy footsteps.

“Amy?! You can’t just walk into my room like that!” I protested, but she ignored me.

“You should thank me for delivering this document. It’s from Dad.”

Amy tossed a brown envelope onto my desk until it knocked into the lamp. I quickly got up from the bed and half-ran to the table.

“You can’t just throw it like that!” My hand immediately grabbed the envelope. My mouth dropped open again.

“Why is this envelope not sealed?” I furrowed my brow.

“You’re so picky.” Chris smacked my back hard, making me wince.

“Hey, don’t touch that!” I snapped at Chris, who was now playing with my action figure collection on the table.

“I wonder why,” Amy said with a mumble as she examined my room.

“Did you open it?”

“Yeah.”

“Why did you open it? This is a confidential document.”

“Oh, please. We’re siblings. There should be no secrets between us.” Amy shrugged.

I pulled out the documents sent from my dad’s office. The documents were quite thick-some kind of form filled out in pen. There was a small note attached to the documents.

‘I have filed for your name change to use the name Schmidt. Please sign it and send it back to your father’s office so the lawyer can file it in court. From now on, your name is Alan Schmidt. Happy 18th birthday! Love, Mom.’

“Oh, no.” I whispered, my heart racing. What did Mom mean by changing the name?

“Hey, what’s this?”

I turned my head toward Chris’s voice. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened as Chris stared at my graduation photo with Fenella. Amy snatched the photo and looked at it too.

“Don’t touch that!”

I rushed to grab the photo back, but Chris tackled me with his body. “Who said you could do that?” Then he punched my face. My body staggered, and he immediately shoved me onto the bed.

He pinned me down and held my back with his knee. His hand pressed my head down into the mattress. I thrashed around, but Chris slapped my back hard once again, making me groan in pain.

Then Chris pulled my hands behind my back and tied them with a cable tie. From my tilted perspective, I saw Amy locking the door to my room.

“Let me go!” I roared.

“Your body is big, but you’re so weak.” Chris chuckled.

“What can I say? He’s just a useless lump of fat.” Amy giggled.

Suddenly, Amy pulled off my pants. “Hey, what are you doing? Let me go!” I kicked and struggled, but Chris held my legs with both hands. Then they rolled me onto my back, exposing me once again.

“Please, stop. Let me go.” I begged, tears streaming down my cheeks.

“You should be quiet, Clark. Oops, I should call you Alan.” Amy glared at me.

Were they going to take photos of me again this time? What more did they want from me? Why was this happening to me?

“Help! Mrs. Greta, please!” My voice grew hoarse as I called for the housekeeper, but Amy laughed.

“I told Mrs. Greta to take a vacation starting tonight. Oh, Alan, there’s no one else in this house besides us.” Amy wiped my photo across my face to dry the tears on my cheek.

“If you behave and stay quiet, we won’t make you suffer.” Chris picked up one of my action figures.

“No! Not that! Please, I’m begging you.” I shook my head, still crying.

“You’d better shut up, or I’ll break everything like this.” Chris snapped the head off the action figure he was holding, and I cried even louder.

“Not the head! Please, stop it. Please.”

“Then shut your mouth!”

Amy yelled at me, and finally, I held back my sobs. My skin prickled, starting from my exposed thighs and spreading across every inch of my skin, and I felt powerless against them. My body trembled, my wrists hurt, and my shirt was soaked with the sweat that poured down.

“Calm down, Alan; we won’t hurt you.” Chris threw my figurine back onto the table roughly, causing the others to fall to the floor.

“Yeah, Alan. We just want to relieve your stress. We can’t stand to see you heartbroken and constantly masturbating to pictures of Fenella. It’s really sad, honestly.” Amy stepped onto the bed.

“My name is not Alan, and I don’t need your pity. Please, let me go.”

I struggled to free my hands from the cable tie. Unfortunately, Chris had tied it so tightly that my wrists felt like they were being sliced every time I tried to break free.

“Ssh… It’s okay, Alan. We’re going to help you get Fenella. All you need is a diet and the gym. Trust me.” Amy patted my shoulder.

“There you go. Be quiet and stay silent, and we will help you find happiness. I’ll even be your personal trainer at the gym. In no time, you’ll transform into a handsome man who will attract any woman.” Chris chuckled as he too approached my bed.

Then they both started to undress completely. Now they were naked in front of me, and I could only stare at them one by one in disbelief.

“What are you going to do? Why are you doing this to me?” My tears continued to wet my cheeks, but I couldn’t deny that there was something pushing a spark of determination inside me.

“Because you are going to carry the Schmidt family name! But look at you; you’re sore to my eyes! I hate you with every fiber of my being! I hate it when Dad praises you! You and your whore mother destroyed my happiness.”

“For years, I lived as an only daughter. I watched Dad with his mistress countless times. I didn’t mind; I didn’t protest. But ever since you and your mother came, everything became too real!” Amy ran her fingers through her hair in frustration.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

“Why can’t anything go my way?” Amy howled in annoyance.

“And now Dad is changing your name! I can’t let you carry the Schmidt name and pretend to be my brother looking like that!” Amy roared loudly. Her breath was ragged, then slowly a thin smile crept onto her lips like that of a madwoman.

“So, just relax, Alan. Enjoy tonight as your initiation into the Schmidt family. As my stepbrother.”

The next moment, Amy and Chris kissed. That night, I watched a real-life scene from a porn movie up close. I couldn’t say I didn’t like it. Even my cock couldn’t lie and even participated as their sex toy.

From that point on, my days went by with Amy and Chris as my jailers. They transformed me entirely, both physically and in personality. They molded me to match Amy’s desires like a clay doll.

Goodbye, Clark Thomson.