{{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 how to respond to this. A part of her wanted to be angry with him for sending her such explicit photos, but another part found herself strangely aroused by the whole thing. In that moment, she felt an overwhelming desire to talk to him; to understand what was going on between them and why he kept pushing their boundaries like this.

"Angel?" she finally typed out, her fingers trembling as they hovered above the keyboard. "Can we just...talk about this? Please?"

She took a deep breath before looking at his new message and opening the photo attachment. The third picture was even more explicit than the last two; it showed Angel's erect penis, covered in semen and nestled between his fingers as he masturbated vigorously. It was clear that he wanted her to see this; he wanted her to be aroused by it.

"Talk about what?" she finally asked, her voice sounding small even to her own ears. "I don't understand why you keep doing this."

The words hung in the air like a thick, suffocating fog. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the butterflies that were dancing wildly in her stomach at his confession. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't help but feel drawn to him; to this twisted game they seemed to be playing with each other's emotions. After a few long moments of silence, Sasha finally mustered the courage to type out another message.

"Why do you...like me?"

Angel paused for a moment before typing his response. "I don't know," he said honestly. "You just seem different from anyone else I've ever met." He hesitated again, then added with a shrug, "And you make me feel things I've never felt before."

Sasha stared at the words on her screen for several long moments, trying to process what he'd just said. It was a strange realization; that maybe she wasn't as alone in this as she had thought.

"I feel the same way," she finally admitted with a sigh. "But we can't keep doing this, Angel. It's not healthy." She paused, considering her next words carefully before continuing. "I think we should just...stop talking for now and try to focus on our studies or something else."

Her heart sank as she read his reply. It seemed like no matter how hard they tried, they always ended up right back where they started; at each other's throats. With a heavy sigh, Sasha decided that it was time to put an end to this conversation before it went any further downhill.

"Fine," she said through gritted teeth.

She took a selfie with her phone, showing off her bare chest and pierced nipples. It wasn't nearly as explicit as the photos Angel had been sending her, but she hoped it would be enough to make her point. After attaching the photo to a new message, she sent it off to him with shaking fingers.

"There," she said aloud, more to herself than anyone else. "Now maybe he'll leave me alone."

Her phone buzzed again almost immediately with Angel's response. The words on her screen made her heart race and her cheeks flush with embarrassment and desire all at once. She wanted to ignore him, to forget about this whole thing and go back to pretending like they were nothing more than strangers sharing a room. But she couldn't do that; not anymore.

Carefully, almost hesitantly, Sasha typed out another message. "What do you mean it's not enough?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She didn't want to know the answer; she couldn't afford to let him draw her any deeper into this twisted game they were playing. But somehow, she knew that she already had.

Her phone buzzed again almost instantly; Angel must have been typing even faster than her.

"I mean," he began, "that I want more." His words sent a shiver down her spine. "And not just photos. I want to see you...touch you...taste you." He paused, as if considering his next words carefully before finally adding with an almost pleading tone, "Please?"

Sasha felt herself trembling from the inside out as she read his message. She wanted to tell him no; she knew that it was wrong and that they should stop this before it went any further.

But a small voice in her head whispered another word, one that seemed louder than all the others combined: "Yes." The answer slipped past her lips before she could even think about denying it; it felt almost as if someone else had spoken for her. As soon as she'd sent the message, Sasha wished she could take it back. She didn't know what possessed her to say such a thing or why she was willing to risk everything just to indulge his twisted desires.

"Oh my God," Sasha whispered, staring at the message on her screen with wide eyes. "What have I done?" She had just agreed to send him a photo filled with her own juices; a photo that would reveal more about her than she'd ever wanted anyone to know.

With shaking fingers, Sasha reached down between her legs and began touching herself, her heart racing as she grew closer and closer to climax.

As she neared the edge, Sasha lifted her phone and snapped a photo of herself; her face contorted in pleasure as she came all over her hand and down between her spread legs. She sent the image off to Angel with trembling fingers, feeling a strange mixture of shame and exhilaration course through her veins as she did so.

she whispered, more to herself than to him. The words hung in the air like a weight, heavy and oppressive. She didn't know why she'd done any of this; why she had let things go so far out of control. But now that they had, there was no going back.

She waited for his reply with bated breath, her heart hammering in her chest as she wondered what he would say next. A single sentence, a single word from him could change everything;

"Oh..." was all she could manage to say as she read his words. Her cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment and desire, and her breath came in short gasps as her body responded to the vivid images he'd painted for her. Angel wanted her; not just sexually, but intimately. He wanted to taste her, feel her, be a part of her in ways she hadn't even considered possible before now. It made her heart race and her skin tingle all over with anticipation.

She could feel the heat rising up from between her legs, spreading outward until it seemed to envelop every inch of her body. She knew she should stop now; pull back before things went too far. But the thought of denying Angel what he wanted...of denying herself this chance at something more...it was impossible. With trembling fingers, Sasha opened a new message and began to type out her reply: "I can't imagine how you must feel watching that video."

She paused for a moment, her thumb hovering over the keypad as she considered his words. "What are you doing right now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The question hung in the air between them like a veil of smoke; thick and heavy with meaning.

Her phone buzzed almost instantly, revealing Angel's response: "Imagínate qué estoy haciendo." Her heart skipped a beat as she read the words; they were a dare and an invitation all in one.

Slowly, carefully, Sasha reached down between her legs once more and began to touch herself again. As she grew closer to the edge, the muscles in her core tightened and her breath came faster and faster. She felt a strange sense of power coursing through her veins as she imagined Angel watching her; wanting her and needing her just as much as she needed him.

With a soft moan, Sasha came for the second time that night; her body arching back against the mattress as waves of pleasure washed over her.

The words sent another shiver through her body; they were hot and dirty and made her want to writhe in pleasure. She found herself wishing that Angel was there with her, feeling his touch instead of just imagining it. The thought only served to heighten her arousal further.

After a moment's pause, Sasha typed out another message: "I can imagine how hard you must be right now."

Her heart raced as she read his words. The thought of seeing Angel's erect penis; of feeling it inside her...it was almost too much to bear. With trembling fingers, Sasha typed out a reply: "Yes." She didn't know why she was doing this; what had gotten into her tonight that made her willing to risk so much for someone like him. But she couldn't stop herself now.

Her phone buzzed almost instantly with Angel's response: "Sent."

She stared at the message, waiting for the photo to appear on her screen. Her heart pounded in her chest as she wondered what he would send; if it would be everything she'd imagined and more. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

After what seemed like an eternity but was likely only a few seconds, the photo finally arrived. Sasha took a deep breath before looking at the screen, her heart racing as she prepared herself for whatever it was that Angel had decided to share with her.

The image filled her vision; Angel's erect penis, slick with precum and covered in a fine layer of hair. He'd taken the photo up close, so she could see every detail of him; the veins that ran along his shaft, the small droplets of liquid that glistened on the head. It was even bigger than she'd imagined it would be.

Her breath came in short gasps as her body responded to the sight before her; a mixture of desire and fear coursing through her veins.

She stared at the photo for what felt like an eternity, lost in the depths of her own arousal. The knowledge that Angel was touching himself while looking at her made her feel more connected to him than ever before; more wanted and desired. It was a heady feeling, one that left her breathless and aching for more.

Finally, she brought up her own camera app and took another photo of herself; this time, posing with the vibrator against her clit.

"Here," she said aloud, though whether it was to Angel or just to herself, she couldn't be sure. With shaking fingers, she sent off the photo of herself and waited for his reply. Her heart raced as she wondered what he would say; if he would tell her that everything they'd done tonight had been a mistake; that it was over between them now. Or maybe...just maybe...he would ask for more.

"Oh my God," she whispered as her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and desire. The thought of Angel's huge erect penis pressing against her face; the feel of his hot skin on her tongue...it was too much to bear. Without even thinking about it, she reached down between her legs again and resumed touching herself, needing the release that only came from orgasm.

Angel's words echoed in her mind as she brought herself closer and closer to the edge;

"Imagina mi polla sobre tu cara..." She moaned, arching her back as she felt the familiar tightening deep inside. Her fingers moved faster, her breath coming in short gasps as she neared the brink of ecstasy. "Oh God...Angel..."

And then, just as she was about to lose control, a single thought flashed through her mind: "I can't believe I'm doing this." But even as the realization hit her, it did nothing to slow her down;

she continued to touch herself with wild abandon. The desire for him was too strong, too overwhelming to ignore any longer. She could feel her muscles tensing, readying themselves for release as she brought herself over the edge, crying out his name in a mixture of pleasure and shame. Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, washing away all thought but the sensation of her own body trembling with ecstasy beneath her fingers.

Finally, she collapsed back onto the mattress, breathing heavily as the aftershocks of her orgasm faded away. Her cheeks were flushed and her chest heaved up and down with each ragged breath. She didn't know what to think; how she felt about any of this. All she knew was that she couldn't stop herself from wanting more.

With shaking fingers, she brought up the messaging app once more, waiting for Angel's reply with bated breath.