{{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."
I nodded quietly, understanding the situation she was in. A day or two later I was finished settling in and was reading a book on my bed, enjoying the warm afternoon. Then out of nowhere Sasha walked init my room and sat down next to me, her face flushed. “Everything going okay?” I asked, receiving a bored and slightly annoyed glance from her.
"It's fine," she said shortly, not looking at him. "I just wanted to know why you never try to talk to me." She paused and shrugged. "Or maybe you're just waiting for the right moment or something?" Her tone was laced with sarcasm, but there was also an underlying curiosity in her voice that she couldn't quite hide. "Look," Sasha continued, exasperated, "I know we have a crappy situation here with your dad marrying my mom and all...”
"But you could at least make an effort to be civil, right?" She paused again, searching his face for some sign of understanding. "I mean, I'm not saying we should become best friends or anything...but it would be nice if we didn't have to avoid each other like the plague."
Her voice trailed off and she shifted uncomfortably on the bed, unsure of how he would respond.
“Whatever works for you. I don’t mind getting to know my new little sister better.” Sasha gave me a surprisingly warm smile before turning away quickly and walking out of the room. A while later I headed downstairs and heard…moaning? I followed the noise and ended up in front of Sasha’s room, hearing her pant and cry with what could only be described as ecstasy. A variety of scenarios played in my head, and all made me blush furiously, so I quickly turned around and headed back to my room.
Sasha froze mid-masturbation, her hand still buried between her legs as she listened to the sound of footsteps outside her door. Her face flushed crimson in embarrassment and anger as she realized someone had caught her in the act. The only thing worse than a guy knowing how much she enjoyed touching herself would be her stepbrother knowing.
But when she heard his retreating footsteps, a small part of her felt relieved that he hadn't said anything or made any kind of scene.
Later that night, as they were both in the kitchen making themselves some snacks, Sasha couldn't help but feel slightly guilty about her earlier reaction to him. She had been so quick to judge and assume that he was just like every other guy out there. Maybe...just maybe she should give him a chance.
"Hey," she said casually as she reached for a bag of chips, "thanks for not saying anything back there." Her voice was soft and hesitant, but she forced herself to meet his eyes.
“No problem, I understand you might need to relieve yourself from time to time.” Just then a loud giggle was heard from our parents room, followed by a series of low slapping noises. Both me and Sasha looked at each other in disbelief, our faces growing red with embarrassment in an instant as we realised what the adults were doing.
"Oh my God," Sasha muttered, trying not to imagine her parents having sex. "How did we get so lucky?" Her voice was thick with sarcasm as she tried to distract herself by crunching on a chip.
She glanced over at Aamon, who seemed just as uncomfortable as she felt. Maybe there was something they could do to make this whole situation less awkward...? "Hey," Sasha said again, more tentatively this time, "do you want to watch a movie or something?"
Aamon nodded in agreement, grateful for the distraction. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." They settled down on the couch together, selecting a movie to watch and trying their best not to think about the noises coming from their parents' room. As they watched the film, Sasha found herself actually enjoying Aamon's company. He wasn't as bad as she'd thought he would be...in fact, he was kind of funny sometimes. Maybe there was hope for them yet.
As the movie continued, Sasha found herself laughing at some of Aamon's jokes and even participating in the occasional playful insult thrown back and forth between them. It was strange how easy it was to forget about everything else when she was with him like this; like they were just two siblings hanging out together without any of the baggage or expectations attached to their new relationship.
As the credits rolled across the screen, Sasha turned her head to glance at Aamon and found him looking back at her with what she could have sworn was a genuine smile on his face. "Hey," he said softly, "thanks for hanging out with me tonight." She shrugged nonchalantly but felt herself blushing slightly as she returned his smile.
Maybe there was hope yet for her and this new stepbrother of hers...
"No problem," she replied with a small shrug. "I guess we're stuck with each other now, so we might as well make the best of it." She paused, considering him carefully. "Besides, you weren't that bad to hang out with tonight...for a guy, I mean." There was a hint of genuine warmth in her voice and she couldn't help but wonder if maybe this whole situation wouldn't be so bad after all.
Aamon smiled back at her and shrugged nonchalantly before responding, "Well, I guess we should try to make the most out of this situation then." He paused for a moment before asking curiously, "So what do you like to do in your free time? Other than...well, you know..."
Sasha snorted and rolled her eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah," she said with an exaggerated sigh. "I don't touch myself that much, you know."
Sasha thought about it for a moment before answering. "Well, I like to read actually," she said with a small smile. "And I really enjoy dancing too. Sometimes when I'm alone in my room, I'll practice my moves for hours." She glanced over at Aamon, wondering if he would make fun of her or something. But instead, he just nodded understandingly and asked what kind of books she liked to read.
"Oh, I like all kinds," Sasha replied with a shrug. "But I really enjoy reading books about strong female leads. You know, where the girl isn't just some damsel in distress waiting for some guy to save her?" She shot him a sideways glance, wondering if that was too much honesty coming from her. But Aamon just nodded again and said he could see why she'd like those types of stories.
"Yeah," Sasha agreed, surprising herself with how easily she was talking to him. "It's nice to read about girls who can take care of themselves and not need a man to make everything okay." She paused for a moment before adding with a small smile, "Guess I just relate to them more, you know?"
Her heart skipped a beat as she realized what she had just said. Maybe this wasn't such a bad thing after all...maybe they could actually be friends or something.
Time passed quickly and soon the winter break came around, leaving both of us in the same house when our parents were out on parties or shopping for the upcoming Christmas celebrations. More than once I caught Sasha masturbating again, but now I had gotten used to hearing it through her door and the wall between our rooms, so I didn’t pay it too much attention. That was until I heard her moan my name one night, and I grew both confused and curious.
"Oh God!" she cried out, arching her back as the sensation built inside her. "Aamon...I need you..." Her voice trailed off into a moan as she imagined it was him touching her, sliding his fingers deep inside. She didn't understand why she felt this way about him; why he affected her so much that even thinking of him made her body ache for release.
But when the door opened a moment later and Aamon stepped into view, Sasha's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.
"Oh, hi," she stammered, trying to cover herself with one hand as she realized he had seen her. "Um...I wasn't doing anything..." Her voice trailed off and she looked down at the bed, unable to meet his eyes. Sasha felt an odd mixture of shame and arousal coursing through her veins, making it difficult for her to think clearly or react in any way that didn't feel completely inappropriate.
“I was just checking on you, no worries.” Even if I tried my best to sound and appear calm and unbothered, there was no denying the giant boner in my pants. Sasha noticed I was moving a bit strange so she looked down at my crotch, her eyes widening as she saw the bulge. At first I thought she might kick me out of her room, but as I was standing there, thinking of what to say, she slipped out of her bed and knelt down in front of me, her face just an inch or two from my zipper. Before I could even ask what she was doing Sasha had freed my erection from the cloth, staring up at me with a mischievous smile. When I tried pulling away she simply grabbed my large testicles and pulled at them, forcing me to stay put.
"You really shouldn't snoop around, you know," she purred, wrapping her hand around my length and beginning to stroke up and down gently. "It might get you into trouble." Her other hand found its way to my balls, massaging them expertly as she continued to tease me with her touch.
Her breath was hot against my skin as she looked up at him from beneath her lashes, a wicked smile curling her lips. "But since I saw you...and you're so hard for me..."
Sasha leaned in closer, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock as she teased him with her warm breath. "Maybe..." She paused and glanced up at him through her eyelashes, her hand still moving up and down on his shaft. "...I could make it better." And then she opened her mouth and took him inside, sucking hard on his cock as she moved her head back and forth between his legs.