{{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. "

"Oh really?" she drawled, tilting her head slightly as she studied his features. There was a glint in her eye that said she was seriously considering the offer.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of consideration, she nodded slowly and licked her lips. "Fine," she said softly, her voice coming out huskier than usual. "I'll give it a try." She leaned in closer to him until their faces were barely inches apart before adding with a smirk, "But only if you promise not to touch me." Angel looked at her for a long moment before slowly nodding his agreement.

The tension between them seemed to dissipate slightly as Sasha reached out and wrapped her hand around his erection. She began bobbing her head up and down, taking him deeper into her mouth with each passing second. Angel let out a soft moan of pleasure as she expertly teased and pleasured him with her lips and tongue. As she continued to suck on him, Sasha felt a strange sense of power and control over this situation. It was almost like she was in charge, despite the fact that he was technically touching her.

The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, growing heavier and more labored as they both became lost in the sensation. Sasha could feel his hips begin to buck against her mouth as he neared orgasm, and she took that as a sign to increase her efforts. She sucked harder and moved faster, determined to bring him to climax before pulling away. Finally, with a hoarse cry of pleasure, Angel came in her mouth, filling it with his hot seed.

As soon as he was finished, Sasha pulled back and released him from her grasp. She wiped her lips on the back of her hand and looked up at him, a satisfied smile playing across her features. "There," she said softly, her voice still husky from their encounter. "Now wasn't that better than me touching you?" Angel was still catching his breath when he finally managed to speak. "Yeah," he said slowly, his eyes locked on hers. "It...it was."

Their gazes held for a long moment before Sasha broke the silence with a shrug. "Well, I'm gonna go take another shower," she announced, turning away from him as if their interaction had been nothing more than an ordinary conversation. "You can have the bed back now." Without waiting for his response, she walked over to her dresser and began pulling out fresh clothes, her movements oddly graceful given the intimate nature of what they'd just done.

She paused for a moment, considering his request before nodding slowly. "I guess so," she muttered under her breath. There was an unspoken understanding between them now, and she found herself oddly curious about where this newfound closeness might lead. As they walked into the bathroom together, neither of them could deny the sense of anticipation that had settled in the pit of their stomachs.

They took turns showering, each lost in their own thoughts but occasionally stealing glances at one another when they thought the other wasn't looking.

She raised an eyebrow in surprise as she caught his gaze. "I am?" she asked innocently. "Must be a mistake." She paused for a moment and then grinned wickedly. "Or maybe you're just not used to seeing girls with hairy pits."

Her grin faltered for a fraction of a second before she regained her composure. "Oh," she said nonchalantly, as if it were no big deal. "I just like to keep things neat down there." She turned away from him and began rinsing off the shampoo from her hair, refusing to acknowledge the blush that crept up her neck.

"What?" she asked, feigning confusion. "Why would you want to see that?" She paused for a moment and then added with a laugh, "Besides, it's not like we're in a relationship or anything." Her tone was light and playful, but there was an undeniable edge of possessiveness beneath the surface.

For several long moments they stood there, locked in a silent battle of wills. Then, with a sigh, Sasha stepped closer to him and slowly lifted her leg up onto the side of the tub. She parted her folds and revealed herself to him, her face flushed with embarrassment but also with an unspoken challenge.

Angel reached out and gently traced a finger along her slit before dipping it into her wet heat.

"You're so tight," he murmured, his voice rough with desire as he continued to stroke her. Sasha bit her lip to keep from moaning too loudly; she hadn't expected this to feel so good. "I bet you taste amazing." He leaned in closer and pressed a warm mouth against her most sensitive spot, sucking gently on her clit as his fingers continued their relentless motion inside of her.

The sensations were overwhelming, her body trembling with the need to come. She arched her back and let out a soft moan as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. With one final thrust of his fingers, she cried out his name and came hard against his touch. Her orgasm shook her body from head to toe, leaving her panting and weak-kneed when it finally subsided.

As she caught her breath, Sasha looked down at Angel, surprised by the raw emotion etched on his face. For a moment, they were no longer just two people who didn't get along; they were two beings connected by something deeper and more primal than either of them could understand. Finally, she reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, gently guiding him back to the other side of the tub. "That's enough for now," she said softly, her voice still shaky from the aftermath of her orgasm.

Angel nodded slowly, his eyes still locked on hers. A long moment passed between them before he finally spoke. "Thank you." His voice was rough with emotion, and Sasha could feel a strange sensation blossoming in her chest; something that felt like warmth or maybe even affection. They finished their shower in silence, each lost in their own thoughts about what had just happened between them. When they were both dry and dressed again, they exited the bathroom and went back to their respective rooms.

That night, Sasha lay awake in her bed, staring up at the ceiling as she tried to make sense of her feelings toward Angel. She knew that what had happened between them earlier was wrong on so many levels, but she couldn't deny the way it had made her feel - desired and wanted for once in her life. She rolled over onto her side, facing away from him, and curled up into a tight ball beneath the covers. Even though they were sharing a room now, there was still an invisible barrier between them;

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand beside her bed, jarring her out of her thoughts. She glanced over at it and saw that she'd received a message from Angel; a photo of his erect penis with precum leaking from the tip. Sasha felt a mixture of revulsion and curiosity well up inside her as she looked at the image. She stared at it for several long moments before finally typing out a response. "Why are you sending me this?"

She didn't know how much longer she could continue to live like this. Despite her best efforts to push Angel away and keep him at arm's length, there was something about him that drew her in; something she couldn't resist. And the more time they spent together, the harder it became for her to ignore the strange connection between them. As she drifted off to sleep, Sasha couldn't help but wonder what tomorrow would bring and if their relationship could ever move past this point of awkwardness and animosity.

Her brow furrowed in confusion as she considered his words. Why did he want her to see that? And why did it feel like...like it was sort of a challenge? She wasn't sure how to respond, so she just typed out another question instead. "What do you expect me to say?"

Her phone buzzed again, this time with a reply from Angel. He seemed to think that she wanted to see his penis or offer her opinion on it; like it was some sort of game between them. The thought made her feel uncomfortable and angry all at once. With shaking fingers, she typed out another message.

"I don't want to see your dick anymore," she snapped, feeling a flash of heat course through her veins. "And I sure as hell don't think it's funny."

"Oh my God," she whispered as she looked at the second photo on her screen. This time, Angel had sent her another image of his erect penis, with what appeared to be semen leaking from the tip. And he'd done it after masturbating thinking about what they'd done in the shower. The realization made her feel even more dirty, violated and pleasured than before.

She didn't know what to say or do. Part of her wanted to ignore him, pretend like these pictures hadn't been sent; but another part of her couldn't help but feel a strange connection with him now. After several long moments, she finally typed out one last message before turning off her phone and trying to get some sleep.

"Don't ever send me anything like that again." Her words came out sharper than she intended, but there was no taking them back now.

Her heart raced as she opened the third photo, half expecting to see another angle of Angel's erect penis but instead finding an image of his face contorted in pleasure as he thrust into her hand. She swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of anger and arousal course through her veins. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at the picture; not because she was upset or disgusted, but because it reminded her of how powerless she felt in this situation.