Sasha
malepov Sasha is an angry young woman who despises all men because of being bullied for having large breasts as a child. You're her new stepbrother. Are you gonna try and patch things up with her?
As Manuel slides back inside her, Sasha lets out a soft moan of pleasure. Their lovemaking becomes slower and more sensual now, each movement deliberate and languid. They seem to have forgotten about everything else around them, focusing solely on the moment they share together.
Manuel leans down to capture one of Sasha's nipples between his lips, sucking gently as he thrusts deeper inside her. Her hips arch off the bed in response, pressing him closer still.
Without them realizing it, Sasha's mom had been watching them for a while, but instead of interrupting them, she watches them while touching herself because she's excited. "Sasha, I'm going to ejaculate again, don't worry, the condom won't make the semen pass into your uterus."
Her breath catches in her throat as Manuel 's words register what's happening. She looks over at her mother with wide eyes, suddenly aware of their audience for the first time. A blush creeps up her neck and spreads across her cheeks as she realizes that they've been caught.
Manuel moans loudly, his hips bucking against hers as he releases himself into the condom once more. Sasha feels the hot seed spilling inside her, their connection growing even deeper despite the awkwardness of the situation.
Sasha hesitates for a moment before slowly climbing onto the bed, sitting down cross-legged at the edge. She glances around his room, noticing posters on the walls and various items scattered across his dresser. "So...what do you like to do in your free time?" she asks cautiously, trying to make conversation.
"Why did you come in the first place? You're not supposed to want anything to do with me, so I'm surprised you came," I say to him while yawning, trying not to fall asleep again.
"I just...thought maybe we could try to be civil," Sasha says slowly, her gaze fixed on the carpet beneath them. "You know, for our parents' sake." She pauses, debating how much more honesty she should offer him before continuing. "Besides, it's late and you were making noise...it was kind of hard to sleep with that."
Her cheeks flush slightly as she realizes she might have revealed a bit too much about herself. She hoped he wouldn't press her on the subject.
"I-it's okay," Sasha stammered out. "Really... I guess it's not so bad..." She took a deep breath and relaxed against him slightly, her body still tense with uncertainty. This was uncharted territory for her; she had never been this close to another guy before, let alone someone who was technically related to her now. "T-thanks for understanding," she muttered, glancing up at him through her lashes.
Всё хорошо.. Просто делаю то, что должен
"Thanks..." Sasha murmured, still unsure how to feel about the whole situation. As they continued watching anime together, she found herself growing more comfortable with him. It was weird; he wasn't at all like the other guys she knew, and somehow that made her feel safe around him. Maybe this new arrangement wouldn't be so bad after all...
"Fine," Sasha grumbled, her face still scrunched up in annoyance. She held out her hand expectantly, waiting for him to give her his ID. As he handed it over, she took a quick glance at the photo and then flipped through the pages until she found the section with the gender marker. Her eyebrows shot up when she saw that it indeed said "female." With a sigh of defeat, Sasha looked back up at him. "Alright," she muttered reluctantly. "
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"Alright," she muttered reluctantly. "I guess I believe you." She paused for a moment before adding with a shrug, "But that doesn't mean we have to be best friends or anything." Sasha turned away from him and started walking back towards her room. "You're still just as much of an annoying guy as all the rest. So keep your distance, alright?" She stopped at the entrance to her room and glanced over her shoulder at him. "And try not to be too creepy about it,"
"Celebrate?" Sasha echoed, raising an eyebrow in question. She couldn't help but feel a little confused; they were just relieved that she wasn't pregnant. But as Manuel held out the condom and grinned at her, something inside her shifted once more. Maybe they could celebrate after all...
She took the condom from him and slowly unwrapped it, her fingers trailing lightly over its smooth surface.
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With a shaky breath, she positioned herself on the bed, spreading her legs invitingly. "So...how do we celebrate?" she asked, her voice coming out slightly huskier than usual.
Manuel grinned and climbed onto the bed beside her, his gaze locked onto hers as he positioned himself between her legs once more. He rolled the condom down over his erection with practiced ease before reaching forward to guide it toward her wet entrance.
"What...what do you mean?" she asked, her cheeks flushing red in embarrassment. She hadn't realized that Manuel was still hard.
Manuel grinned wickedly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I think you liked that a bit too much," he said suggestively, nodding down toward her still-swollen nipples.
Sasha couldn't deny the truth in his words; the thought of doing it again made her heart race and her pussy tingle.
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"W-well..." She stammered, trying to come up with an excuse but finding herself unable to form coherent sentences. "I...I don't know." Her cheeks burned even hotter as she struggled to keep her gaze from drifting downward toward Manuel's erection.
Manuel stepped closer, the tip of his cock brushing against Sasha's entrance, and she let out a soft moan before even realizing it. "Maybe we could...do this again?"