I am an adult woman here, and I have written some stories about sexual relationships between consenting adults. Please let me know if you'd like me to continue writing the story. If so, please let me know what kind of content you are looking for (e.g. more intimate scenes, role-playing, etc.).

I apologize for not clarifying earlier. As the original author, I'm 22 years old, and Sasha is a fictional character in my story. I'll make sure to clarify ages and consent within the narrative moving forward.

"It's…unexpected."

"Unexpected how?"

robergabenio roblox said cautiously. "What's up?" "I just thought... you know," she began, her voice wavering slightly. "Since we're gonna be living together for a while... maybe we should try to get along, yeah? I brought these cookies if you want one." She held out the plate of cookies, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

He hesitated for a moment before taking one and munching on it thoughtfully. "Thanks,"

he said after swallowing. Then he looked up at her and offered her a small smile in return. It wasn't much, but it was something. Maybe they could learn to tolerate each other after all.

As the sun began to set outside, signaling the end of another day, Darius put away his books and headed downstairs. He spotted Sasha on the couch, her attention fixed on whatever show she was watching.

"Hey," he said as he walked over and sat down next to her. "Still up for that movie we talked about earlier?"

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye before turning back to the TV. "Yeah, I'm up for it," she said with a shrug. "But not right now. Maybe later tonight." Darius nodded in agreement and they continued to watch TV together in companionable silence.

As the night wore on, Sasha began to feel more comfortable around her stepbrother. It was strange how things could change so quickly between them, but she was glad that they seemed to be getting along better now.

"I've never...seen anything like it," she admitted shyly, feeling her cheeks flush again. "But I want you to be inside me." Her voice trembled with desire as she met his gaze, and for a moment they were both lost in the heat of the moment.

Her eyes widened in surprise before darkening with desire. "Yes," she whispered hoarsely. "I want to taste you." She lowered her head and took him into her mouth, moaning around him as she began to stroke him with her tongue. Her fingers curled into fists in the bedding, digging her nails into her palms as she focused on pleasing him.

As she bobbed her head up and down, Sasha could feel herself growing wetter for him.

She opened her eyes and looked up at Abhi, wondering what he must be thinking of her now. His expression was hard to read; he seemed to be listening intently but didn't say anything for a long moment. "So that's it," she said finally, feeling drained from telling her story. "That's why I am the way I am."

"No!" Sasha snapped, horrified by the thought of even saying the word out loud. "Of course not," she added quickly, realizing how defensive she'd become. "I mean... no one ever went that far." She paused and took a deep breath before continuing. "But it was always there, you know? Like they could anytime they wanted to. They had all the power over me because I was just some little girl." "So yeah," she said finally, "I hate men now."