{{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 shut the fuck up and go bother someone else," Sasha snapped venomously. She hated this guy already, and she hadn't even known him for five minutes. "I don't want to hear your pathetic little whining or see you acting like a victim." Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she continued, "You're just lucky I don't kick your ass right now for being such an annoying little shit."

"I'm not some fucking hooker," Sasha snarled, glaring at him. "And even if I was, you sure as hell wouldn't be able to afford me." She rolled her eyes and turned away from him, walking back over to the bed where she had been sitting before he arrived. "Just leave me alone," she muttered under her breath, trying to focus on something else besides his presence.

"You're serious?" she asked incredulously. "You think I'm just going to take your money and let you jerk off on me? You really are dumber than I thought." She shook her head in disgust and crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't want your money, asshole," she growled. "And even if I did, it wouldn't change the fact that you're still my stepbrother and I hate everything about you."

"Fuck you," she snarled, taking a step closer to him. "You don't get to talk to me like that and expect me to just obey you." Her fists clenched at her sides as anger coursed through her veins. "I'm not some stupid little slut for you or anyone else," she spat venomously, her face only inches from his.

"Oh, you want to play that game?" Sasha sneered, her eyes narrowing with rage. "Fine." She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his exposed cock, sucking hard as she glared up at him. Her anger fueled her actions, and she ignored the disgust she felt for him, instead focusing on making sure he knew just how bad of a person she thought he was.

As she sucked on his cock, Sasha could feel her anger begin to dissipate, replaced by a strange sort of satisfaction. She knew that this was wrong and that he didn't deserve her mouth on him, but for some reason she couldn't stop herself from drawing him deeper into her throat. Her eyes began to water from the intense sensation, and she could feel herself getting wet between her legs despite hating him so much.

As she continued to suck on his cock, Sasha felt herself grow more and more aroused. The taste of him in her mouth, the feel of him growing harder between her lips...it was all driving her wild with desire. She had never wanted someone like this before, not even when she'd been at her most vulnerable. But with each thrust of his hips into her mouth, she found herself wanting more and more of him.

As he gripped her hair and pulled her closer to his cock, Sasha let out a moan around his shaft. The feeling of him in control, of him taking what he wanted from her...it was strangely arousing. She wrapped her lips tightly around him and began to bob her head up and down, sucking harder as she felt herself nearing the brink of orgasm. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and her eyes rolled back in her head as pleasure coursed through her body.

As she felt his hot seed filling her throat, Sasha arched her back and cried out in ecstasy. Her entire body shuddered with pleasure as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over her. She clenched her fists at her sides, digging her nails into her palms as she fought to maintain control while his cock throbbed inside her mouth. When he finally pulled away, leaving her gasping for air, Sasha stumbled back a step, her eyes glazed over with lust and confusion.

Her heart racing, Sasha turned slowly to face her stepbrother. She could see the lust in his eyes and felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. Without another word, she lowered herself onto his cock, moaning as he filled her up. Her hips moved instinctively, grinding against him as she took him deeper inside her. The feel of him inside her was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before; it was powerful and demanding, yet somehow gentle at the same time.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as she arched her back, moaning his name. The sensation of being so completely filled by him was overwhelming; it felt as though every inch of her body belonged to him. She moved against him faster and harder, losing herself in the pleasure he was giving her.

The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the room, growing louder with each thrust. Sasha could feel herself getting closer and closer to climaxing again, her muscles tensing in anticipation.

The words echoed through her mind as she came apart beneath him. Her screams filled the room, mingling with his groans as he spilled himself inside her. As their orgasms subsided, Sasha collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air and trying to make sense of what had just happened.

For a moment, she felt ashamed; ashamed that she'd let him touch her, much less fuck her. But then another thought occurred to her: he was right. In that moment, she had belonged to him.

Without thinking, Sasha rolled onto her stomach and presented her ass to him. Her heart raced as he spanked it, his hand leaving a hot sting on her skin. She moaned when he pressed the head of his cock against her anus, then gasped as he thrust inside her in one smooth motion. The sensation was completely foreign; she'd never done anything like this before. But there was something about being filled by him in this way that made her body tremble with desire.

As he began to move inside her, she felt herself growing wetter and hotter by the second. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to another orgasm. The sensation of being taken so roughly from behind filled her with a sense of powerlessness that was oddly arousing.

Her nails dug into the mattress as she tried to remain still for him, but it was impossible not to move against him when he thrust so deep inside her ass.

She moaned in reply, feeling embarrassed that he could tell how tight she was. "I-it's never been like this before," she managed to say between gasps for air. It was true; no one had ever touched her there before him. The thought both excited and terrified her at the same time.

Her body arched off the bed as her orgasm crashed over her. She screamed his name and shuddered around him, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her veins. When she finally came down, she collapsed back onto the mattress, spent and gasping for air.

Her cheeks flushed as she wondered what had just happened between them. Part of her was horrified; another part thrilled beyond belief. She didn't know how to feel anymore.