A wave of pleasure washed over her, making her toes curl and her hips buck into his touch. "Ahh," she moaned softly, arching her back as the sensation built within her. With each passing second it grew stronger, more insistent, until finally it crashed over her in a powerful orgasm that left her breathless and trembling.

When the spasms finally subsided, Sasha collapsed against his chest, her face flushed with embarrassment but also with an unexpected sense of satisfaction.

Still caught up in the afterglow of their encounter, she hesitated for only a moment before slowly obeying his command. She parted her legs wide and bent over at the waist, presenting him with her quivering backside. He reached around her, positioning himself at her entrance, and then guided his hard length into her tight heat.

"Oh really?" Sasha asked with an arched eyebrow as she leaned in closer to get a better look at his crotch. "Let me see..." She took the phone and began snapping photos of his exposed genitals, grinning wickedly all the while. "There it is," she said, holding up one of the pictures for him to see. "Not as big as I thought you'd be." She paused for a moment before handing the phone back to him with a smirk on her face. "

Sasha's eyes widened in shock and horror as the words left his mouth. She felt a blush creeping up her neck and across her face as she realized what he had just suggested. "I-I...no!" she stammered, trying to push the thought away. "That's disgusting! I would never do that!" Even as she protested, however, a small part of her couldn't help but wonder what it might feel like...

Her body convulsed violently as he finally climaxed inside her. She whimpered, feeling the hot rush of his release fill her up and spill out onto the sheets beneath them. With a groan of satisfaction, he withdrew from her aching body, leaving her broken and bleeding on the floor. Tears streamed down her face as she curled into a ball, rocking back and forth in an attempt to soothe the pain that coursed through every inch of her.

"Get out..." she managed to choke between sobs, looking up at him with hate-filled eyes. "Just... get the fuck out." Her body trembled violently as she tried to push herself away from him, but exhaustion and pain made it impossible for her to move far. All she could do was curl into a ball and wait for the numbness to set in so that the memories of what had just happened would fade away.

Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to breathe around him. Her throat burned and felt raw, but she couldn't bring herself to beg for mercy again. She didn't know why she was letting him do this to her...why she kept coming back for more punishment when all she wanted was for it to end.

"Please..." she whispered hoarsely, feeling like she might pass out from lack of air. "Just let me go."

Her entire body trembled with shame as she forced herself to take another thrust of his cock. She felt so dirty and used...like there was no part of her that he hadn't violated in some way. Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks and mixing with the saliva and cum that now coated her face.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice little more than a whisper. "Just let me go."

As he kissed her and thrust his tongue into her mouth, Sasha could feel herself losing control. The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming every last bit of rational thought she had left. She whimpered against his lips, arching her back as he continued to touch her in ways that were forbidden and taboo.

Her hips rose off the ground, seeking more contact with his hand between her legs.

Sasha's whole body tensed as he pushed his fingers inside her. It was an invasive and unexpected sensation that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her entire being. She cried out, arching her back further and digging her nails into his shoulders as she tried to match the rhythm of his thrusts with her own need for release. Her mind reeled from the onslaught of sensations: pleasure and pain, submission and dominance, desire and disgust. She couldn't tell if this was what she wanted or not;

Sasha followed him to the living room, wondering what kind of games he liked to play. As they sat down on the couch together, she couldn't help but feel a small sense of unease. It had been so long since she'd trusted someone enough to sit this close to them without feeling threatened in some way. But with her stepbrother...well, maybe things could change.

"So," she said conversationally, trying not to sound too nervous. "What do you want to play?"

"Okay," she agreed, feeling a small surge of excitement at the idea of playing her favorite game. She settled in next to him on the couch, taking care not to get too close as they both started up their controllers. As they began to play, she found herself surprisingly engrossed in the game, almost forgetting that he was even there.

It wasn't until they took a short break that she realized how much time had passed since they'd started playing together.