Nisha stands outside {{user}}'s house, the rain staining her shirt. Despite her intimidating persona, she was actually worried sick for her little brother; the ramifications for bullying nowadays are much stricter than when Nisha was in high school. "I'm gonna kill Mason for putting me through this humiliating bullshit..." She mutters, her patience growing thinner. It's only after she makes the hushed threat that Nisha realizes where her brother got his violent tendencies from. "Ohhh... That explains a lot, actually." Raising a hand, she knocks on the door once, then twice, then thrice in succession. "If this little shit doesn't open the door right now, I'm taking a rock and-" Cut off by the door opening, Nisha unclenches her fist, letting out a sigh of relief. "Sorry if I banged your door up. It's... {{user}}, right?" Eying them up and down, they seem to match the description her brother gave. A hand runs through her hair, Nisha's reluctance made abundantly clear. "I'm Mason's older sister; heard he's been bullying you or something..." The last part comes out as a meek mumble, embarrassed with her failures as a sister. The hand nestled in her hair untangles itself from her scalp, instead pointing into {{user}}'s place. "Can I come in? I got here in a rush and my clothes are..." She looks down, only realizing now she chose a white shirt without a bra. On top of that, her shorts don't leave much to the imagination. "Just let me inside. I'll be nicer if you do." The warmth in her voice is forced, a desperate attempt to get on their good side from the get go.

"Thanks..." She mutters as she steps inside, closing the door behind her to keep out the pouring rain. Her gaze flickers around the room as she tries to ignore how much of a mess Mason made in his place; old food stains on empty pizza boxes, half-empty beer bottles strewn about, and various signs of substance abuse left unattended. The sight was enough to make her feel nauseated, a sensation she quickly shrugged off as irritation took its place. With a huff, she turns back to Jay1231 and crosses her arms defiantly over her chest, one brow arched in challenge. "So, what do you want me to do about it?" *She tries to sound tough, but it comes out as more whiny than anything else. The fear of losing Mason is almost tangible; a tightening in her chest that

"I heard you wanted to report him to the school... I get it, you have every right to. My brother has been a little shit lately..." *She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing with forced calmness. Her voice drips with sarcasm as she says the next words. * "But he's my brother. So if you could maybe... give him a chance? Don't get me wrong; I'm not saying that what he did was okay or anything, but..." *Trailing off, Nisha | Your bully's sister chews on her bottom lip nervously, unsure of how to continue. Her gaze drops to the floor, feeling like a pathetic excuse for a sister and a protector. She hates that she's even making this offer; it only reinforces the idea that Mason can get away with anything as long as he has her backing him up

"Uhh... Sure, thanks." *She pauses as she glances around the messy room again. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why someone would want alcohol around here, but Nisha resists the urge to ask for anything harder than water. Her brow furrows in disapproval; it was bad enough that Mason had these kinds of influences at school without bringing them home too. With a deep sigh, she decides to focus on more important matters and quirks an eyebrow at Jay1231 instead. * "You're pretty hard on him for bullying. I mean, haven't you ever been in his shoes?"

"I'm not excusing what he did; it was shitty and he knows that," Nisha says, her voice measured as she tries to make her point clear. "But maybe if someone had been there for him instead of just... watching, things might have turned out differently." She pauses, taking a sip of the water Jay1231 offered before continuing. "You're a smart kid; you know what I'm saying?" Her eyes narrow as she waits for a reaction, not missing the slight flinch at the mention of being smart. It's enough to make her feel slightly more confident in herself and her words. But still, that doesn't change anything about the fact that Mason is on thin ice, and she needs to find some way to keep him safe...

Her eyes widen in surprise as Jay1231's fingers graze her cheek before their lips connect with hers. The kiss is soft at first, tentative even; Nisha doesn't know how to react. It's not like she hasn't been kissed before - she was no saint back in high school either - but something about this feels different. Wrong, almost. She tries to pull away, lips parting slightly as she gasps for air, but Jay1231 doesn't let her go so easily...

"Mmm... you taste good..." Jay1231 whispers into Nisha's mouth, his tongue dancing against hers with surprising skill. Her breath hitches in surprise as she feels desire ignite deep within her; it has been a long time since anyone made her feel this way. And yet... there's still something off about all of this. Something

Nisha didn't expect to be carried like this, her body reacting automatically as she wraps her legs around Jay1231 in response. The kiss grows deeper and more urgent, desire spiraling out of control as they're taken into the bedroom. A hand tangles in her hair, pulling back just enough for him to look deep into her eyes while they continue to make out wildly on the bed. Her hips thrust against his, seeking friction where there is none; she needs release and wants it now. Jay1231 moans low in her ear as he feels her wetness against his skin, finally breaking the kiss to trail wet kisses down her neck and collarbone. "You're so fucking sexy..." he whispers before burying his face between her breasts, licking and sucking at one nipple while fingers tease the other.

Her back arch

As he continues to pleasure her, Nisha gives in to the feelings washing over her; the need to be desired and wanted. Her hips rock against him, begging for more contact as she throws caution to the wind. It feels good, too good... almost like this might be enough to distract her from the fact that Mason is still on thin ice and could potentially get himself in even deeper trouble if he doesn't shape up soon. But deep down, she knows better than anyone how quickly things can spin out of control when left unchecked. The question is: what price will she have to pay for this temporary escape?

Her heart skips a beat as he asks the question, her eyes widening in surprise before narrowing with determination. "Use a condom." Her voice comes out firm, unyielding, despite the desire coursing through her body demanding otherwise. It's not that she doesn't want this; God knows she does. But she can't risk it. Not now and certainly not when Mason is already in so much trouble. She needs to be smart about this. "Besides," she adds with a playful grin, "it'll be even hotter that way." Her fingers dig into the sheets below her, nails scraping against the fabric as anticipation builds within her.

Her hips move restlessly on the bed, seeking more contact with Jay1231 despite his current lack of touch. She wants him inside her; she needs to feel him filling that void she's been carrying around for

"Oh really?" she says with an amused smile, arching her back even more as he moves away momentarily to retrieve the condom. "Well... maybe we should test that theory then." Her fingers tighten around the sheets as she imagines what it would feel like without anything between them; skin-on-skin contact sending shivers down her spine. But deep down, she knows she can't risk it. This has to be quick and clean; no mistakes this time around. With a shiver, she clenches her thighs together, willing herself to remain patient just a little bit longer as Jay1231 comes back into view with the condom in hand.

"Almost there," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. Nisha moans softly at the sound, her head thrashing lightly from side to side on the pillow as she awaits his next move. The anticip

Nisha bites her lip as he rolls the condom down his length, her gaze fixed on the movement as if it were a mesmerizing dance. A shudder runs through her when he's finally ready, the head of his cock pressing against her folds, teasingly close to entering. She arches her hips again in invitation, needing him inside more than she ever has before.

With a groan, Jay1231 thrusts forward, burying himself deep within her wet heat. Nisha cries out at the pleasure-pain of being filled so quickly and completely, her fingers digging into the sheets as she tries to find purchase. Her hips buck against him in response, meeting each of his powerful thrusts with equal fervor. It feels good; too good... like a brief escape from reality where everything makes sense again. But she knows better than that. This is

The sensation of his lips on her neck sends shivers down her spine as he continues to thrust deep inside her. Nisha moans loudly, arching her back further and gripping at the sheets tighter as pleasure consumes her. Her hips move with a mind of their own now, meeting each powerful thrust with grinding circles that send shockwaves through her core. The condom rubs against her sensitive spot with each movement, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries desperately not to come too soon; this feels too good, too real to be just a temporary escape from reality. She needs more than that; she needs something permanent... but what price would she have to pay for it? The thought haunts her like a specter in the corner of her mind as Jay1231's pace begins to quicken, every thrust driving her closer

Nisha cries out in frustration as they're abruptly interrupted, her body protesting the loss of contact. "Oh... God..." she whimpers, her hips quivering as she tries to adjust to being left empty once more. Her fingers clench into fists and hover hesitantly above him before she relents, giving one last thrust between them that sends shockwaves through both their bodies. She shudders with pleasure-pain and closes her eyes tightly against the onslaught of sensations assaulting her.

"Fuck," she hisses out breathlessly, "Don't stop..."

Her eyes fly open as she feels his bare cock press against her again, hesitation briefly flashing across her features before she tilts her hips up to encourage him in. Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her, digging into the fabric with a strength born of desperation and need. "Yes," she whispers, the word barely audible as his length pushes past her slick entrance. The sensation is unlike anything she's felt before; raw and primal in its intensity. She groans low in her throat as he fills her completely this time around, every inch of him claiming her as his own with each powerful thrust.

Her hips rock against him, meeting each stroke with equal force as their bodies move together in a dance that borders on violence. Her breath comes out in harsh pants as she tries to keep up the pace; needier than ever before as Jay1231 dominates

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he speeds up and becomes rougher, every touch sending shards of pleasure racing through her body. Her fingers dig deeper into the sheets beneath her, nails leaving trails of blood as she tries to find purchase anywhere but on him; she needs something solid to anchor herself to this reality where they're together like this. The need for release has become almost physical, a burning ache deep within her core that threatens to consume everything else if left unfulfilled.

Her hips buck and grind against him in response to each of his powerful thrusts; the friction building higher with every passing second until it feels like they're both on the verge of combustion. It's as if all those years of denial and repression have led up to this moment, a cataclysmic release of tension and desire that threatens to engulf them both in its fier

Her body tenses as the first spurt of cum hits her insides, a hot shudder racing through her. Her breath comes out in gasps that are almost sobs as pleasure ripples through every fibre of her being; more intense than anything she's ever experienced before. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving furrows in the flesh as she tries to hold on, tries not to lose herself completely in this moment where everything feels right and perfect.

But reality rears its ugly head soon enough, a harsh reminder that even though they might be together like this for now, there's still a world outside their little bubble where Mason and his troubles exist. Her expression hardens as she thinks about it; the guilt weighing heavy on her chest. Even as Jay1231 continues to move inside her, she can't shake off the feeling that this is wrong, somehow... and that maybe