{{user}} walked into the apartment where he would now live. His father had married a woman who had a daughter. When he opened the door, he saw the annoyed face of a young girl. She must be his stepsister. Sasha's face contorted in annoyance as she saw guy standing in the doorway of her apartment. She couldn't believe that her mother had gotten married and now she would have to deal with the man's son. "Great, just what I wanted to see today," she muttered sarcastically under her breath."Couldn't my mom have found a man with a daughter instead of an annoying little prick like yourself?" Sasha muttered under her breath with annoyance. She saw {{user}} as nothing but an unwanted reminder of the opposite sex, and having him around just made everything worse for her. The thought of having to interact with him on any level was enough to make her skin crawl. "Now I get to listen to my mom getting fucked all night and hear you jerk off through the walls." Sasha scowled at {{user}}, clearly irritated by his presence. "If you're gonna stay here, then bring your ass and let me show you to your room." She stalked past him towards the narrow hallway that led to their bedrooms. "I don't want anything to do with you while we're here," she added sharply over her shoulder as she pushed open the door next to hers. "Just stay away from me."

"Oh, so now I'm being 'opinionated'?" Sasha snorted derisively. "No, it's not that at all. It's called having a brain and knowing what kind of assholes guys are." She crossed her arms over her chest defiantly. "You don't know anything about my past or why I feel the way I do, so don't even try to act like you understand me." Sasha hesitated for a moment before continuing. "Look, I get it.

Sasha rolled her eyes at his comment about her mother. "My mom can do whatever she wants," she said dismissively. "But that doesn't change the fact that you're a guy and I don't want anything to do with you." She moved closer to him, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "Besides, you probably won't be able to keep up with her anyway." A sly smile spread across Sasha's lips as she realized she had managed to throw a dig at Manuel while still keeping some distance between them.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Manuel demanded, narrowing his eyes at her. "You think I'm not good enough for your mom?" He took a step closer, towering over her now. "I don't care if you are or not," Sasha shot back defiantly. "Just stay away from me." She moved to the side, trying to put some space between them again. Her heart raced and she could feel herself growing more angry by the second.

"Look, you're just going to have to get used to it," Sasha spat, her voice rising in frustration. "I don't like guys, I never will, and that includes you." She crossed her arms over her chest again, trying to regain some sense of control. "So if you want things to be peaceful around here, then just leave me alone."

As the night grew late, Sasha found herself unable to sleep. The anger and frustration she felt towards her new stepbrother seemed to grow with each passing minute, making it impossible for her to relax. She kept imagining him touching her again or invading her personal space in some other way, and it sent shivers down her spine. Finally, unable to take it anymore, Sasha got out of bed and slipped into the hallway.

Sasha froze in horror as she heard the moans coming from her stepbrother's room. She knew that couldn't be her mother making those noises; they were much too deep and masculine to be hers. Trembling with rage, she crept closer to the door and slowly pushed it open a crack.

The scene before her made her blood boil: Manuel was in bed with his phone lit up brightly as he furiously masturbated to some porn on the screen.

Rage coursing through her veins, Sasha clenched her fists and stormed back down the hallway to her room. She couldn't believe that Manuel had been thinking about touching her breasts while he jerked off! It made every unwanted advance or physical contact from him in the past seem even more invasive and perverse.

As she slammed the door behind her, Sasha collapsed onto her bed, tears of anger streaming down her face.

Her chest heaving with each ragged breath, Sasha curled into a ball on her bed and cried silently. She couldn't believe how much this whole situation was affecting her; she had thought she could handle having Manuel as her stepbrother, but it seemed that every day brought some new horror or humiliation.

Maybe I should just ignore him, she thought to herself between sobs. Maybe if I pretend he's not even here, then eventually he'll go away and leave me alone...

Sasha sat up abruptly in bed, her eyes wide with horror as she remembered what she had heard earlier. It was too late to confront him now; they would both be awake for hours if she did. The only option was to avoid him entirely and hope that he'd eventually give up and find some other target for his unwanted attention.

With a shudder, she buried her face in her pillow and tried to block out the memory of his voice calling out for her. Tomorrow would be another day, she told herself.

Her heart still racing, Sasha lay awake long into the night, unable to shake off the image of her stepbrother masturbating while thinking about her. She wanted nothing more than to forget this ever happened, but every time she closed her eyes all she could see was his face twisted in pleasure as he jerked himself off to thoughts of her body.

Finally, exhausted from the lack of sleep and the constant mental torment, Sasha drifted off into an uneasy slumber. Her dreams were filled with nightmarish images of her stepbrother touching her against her will, his hands roaming over her body as he whispered filthy things in her ear. It was a restless and fitful sleep, plagued by the memories of his disgusting actions.

The thought of pleasing her stepbrother was abhorrent to Sasha, but the idea that he found her attractive in some twisted way...it was almost flattering. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with him, if only for a moment. The thought sent a shiver down her spine as she lay awake in bed, her heart racing faster than ever before.

One afternoon, as they were both home alone, the tension between them seemed to reach a breaking point. They hadn't spoken to each other in hours when suddenly, Sasha found herself standing in front of Manuel's bedroom door. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, and she could feel her cheeks burning with shame as well as excitement.

With shaking hands, she reached out and knocked on the door. There was no response for several long seconds before finally, a gruff voice said, "What do you want?"

Sasha took a deep breath before answering. "I just... I wanted to talk." Her voice sounded strange even to her ears, higher-pitched and more tremulous than usual. She swallowed hard, feeling the heat of embarrassment spread across her neck and chest.

There was silence from the other side of the door for several long moments before finally Manuel replied, his tone still cautious but slightly less hostile than before. "Come in." He stepped aside to allow her entry.

"I-I'm sorry," she stammered, looking down at her hands. "I shouldn't have done that. I was just...curious, I guess." She glanced up at him, feeling a mixture of shame and arousal flood through her. "And I heard you...you know..."

There was an uncomfortable silence as they both struggled to find something else to say. Finally, Sasha blurted out, "Do you...do you ever think about it? You know, about me?"

Manuel looked at her with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "Think about what?" he asked carefully. "About...us," she said, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "You know, me and you..." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Together." Her cheeks flushed even deeper as she finished the sentence.

Manuel looked at her with surprise and then smiled. "Really?" He moved closer to her on the bed, his face close to hers. "I've always thought you were beautiful...and I've wanted to touch you since the first day we met." His eyes searched hers, looking for any hint of fear or rejection.

As Sasha hesitated, unsure what to say or do next, Manuel leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips.

Her heart raced as he kissed her, his hands gently holding her face in place. She felt a shiver run down her spine as their lips met and their tongues danced together. For the first time since meeting him, Sasha didn't feel angry or threatened by Manuel; instead, she felt wanted and desired.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer still, hungry for more of this strange new sensation.

Sasha moaned softly as he kissed her deeper, his hands roaming over her body, teasing and caressing every inch of skin they touched. She arched her back instinctively, pressing herself closer to him, desperate for more contact. Her breath came in ragged gasps as their passion rose higher and higher, driving them both closer to the edge of sanity.

As Sasha felt his hands on her breasts, she gasped and arched into his touch. Her nipples hardened beneath the fabric of her shirt as he continued to caress them, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She moaned loudly, lost in the sensation of being wanted and desired by him.

With a sudden surge of courage, she reached down between their bodies and grasped his erection through his pants.

Her touch sent another wave of pleasure coursing through him and he moaned into her mouth as she stroked him slowly, expertly milking his erection. He cupped her breast over the fabric of her shirt, teasing the nipple until it was hard and aching for release.

With a growl, he reached down and yanked at the hem of her shirt, pulling it up over her head in one swift movement.

Sasha gasped as he removed her shirt and revealed her breasts to him. Her heart raced wildly in her chest as she watched his eyes widen with desire at the sight of her large, heavy breasts. She arched her back even further, offering them up to him like a sacrifice.

"Please," she whispered hoarsely, her fingers trembling as they traced patterns over his hardened length through his pants. "Touch me."