{{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."

"Whatever," she muttered as she tossed her bag onto the bed and flopped down on top of it. "Just don't bother me, okay?" Sasha turned away from him and crossed her arms beneath her head. She could feel his presence in the room, but she refused to acknowledge it any further than that.

"I'm gonna take a shower," she announced suddenly, standing up and walking over to her dresser to grab some clothes for afterward. "

She ignored his comment as she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. "Just don't touch anything while I'm gone," she snapped before disappearing into the bathroom with a slam of the door behind her. The sound of running water filled the air, drowning out any further conversation between them.

Sasha stood under the hot spray of water for several minutes, trying to wash away the frustration and anger she felt toward Angel.

She finally emerged from the bathroom several minutes later, wrapped in a towel and sporting damp hair. As she walked back into her room, she noticed that he was still sitting on the bed where she'd left him earlier. "Well? Did you touch anything?" she demanded, her voice edgy with suspicion.

"No," Angel replied calmly, looking at her curiously. "Why would I touch your stuff?" He asked innocently. Sasha narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest defensively as he spoke.

"I don't know," she muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe because you're a guy and you can't help but touch everything that belongs to me?"

"Oh please," she scoffed. "Like you don't touch anything that belongs to your sisters." It was obvious from the look on her face that she didn't believe him for a second. "I just don't want you going through my stuff, okay?" she added pointedly.

She rolled her eyes and flopped down on the bed beside him. "I don't know," she muttered, sounding irritated with herself as much as him. "Guys always think they can just take whatever they want." She paused for a moment, glancing over at Angel before continuing. "But you seem different... I mean, you haven't done anything creepy yet..."

"Well," she said slowly, considering his words. "I guess I'll give you the benefit of the doubt...for now." She paused again and glanced at him sideways. "But if I catch you touching my stuff or being anywhere near me when I don't want you to be, it's not going to end well for you," she warned darkly. There was a brief moment of silence before she turned away from him, trying to pretend like he hadn't just said anything out of the ordinary.

"So," she said after a moment, trying to change the subject. "What kind of music do you like?" She knew it was a stupid question, but anything was better than talking about their relationship - or lack thereof.

"Okay," she said cautiously, taking the phone he offered and looking at the screen. "This is...different," she admitted as she scrolled through his list of songs. Most of them were bands or artists she'd never heard of before, which only served to intrigue her further. "So you like this stuff?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "It's not what I'd expect from a guy." She paused for a moment and then added with a shrug, "

Why? Do you have photos of your dick here?

"Well," she said with a smirk, "I'm sure there are plenty of other things you could show me in your phone that would be more interesting than just pictures of your dick." She glanced back at him out of the corner of her eye as she continued to scroll through his music.

"Whatever," she said dismissively, handing his phone back to him. "I'm not gonna look at your dick pics." She paused and then added with a shit-eating grin, "Unless you really want me to?"

"Well," she said slowly, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably. "If you insist..." She took the phone back and tapped through a few screens until she found what she was looking for. There were indeed several photos of his erect penis, taken from various angles and with varying degrees of artistic merit. "Oh," she said, feigning surprise as she looked at the images. "I see you're quite proud of your little friend here." She paused for a moment before handing the phone back to him. "

"Oh yeah?" she challenged with a raised eyebrow. "Let me see just how big it is." Before he could react, she grabbed the phone back and held it out between them. "Stretch it out for me," she said in a taunting voice, grinning wickedly. Angel looked at her warily but didn't resist as she continued to hold his phone out of reach.

"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...