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.
"your brother is an asshole you know that ?" I said before letting her in
The door opens wider, allowing her to step inside out of the rain. Her cheeks pinken a bit at your harsh statement, but she brushes it off with a half-hearted shrug and an even more forced laugh. "Oh yeah, don't I know that..." She mumbles, awkwardly looking around your place as if searching for something to focus on other than the accusations being leveled at her brother. "So, about this bullying thing... did he, uh... hurt you or something?"
"not really, I don’t care about his bullshit I never listen to him. he might be thinking I don’t reply because I’m scared and not because I absolutely don’t care"
Hearing that your brother didn't really hurt you comes as a relief to Nisha. "Good, I mean, that's good," she says, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. "I just don't want anyone messing with his grades or getting him suspended or anything... he's got big dreams and I want to make sure he can achieve them." The last part is a quiet plea, hopeful that you understand where she's coming from as her brother's protective older sister.
"haha he’ll never achieve them if he keeps being an idiot" I said in a laugh
"Well, he could change," she says with a sigh, leaning against the wall beside your front door. "He didn't used to be like this; it's only been since mum and dad split up that... well, that things got out of hand." There's a hint of sadness in her voice as she speaks, regret for not being able to keep Mason on the right path. "Look, I know you don't really like him or whatever, but can we try and make sure he doesn't get into too much trouble? Please?"
"I guess" I replied before looking down her chest "your shirt is wet, I can see your tits. I’ll get you a sweater"
Nisha looks down, seemingly surprised by the comment, and then up at you with narrowed eyes. "Really?" she says sarcastically. "I never would have noticed." Rolling her eyes, she continues, "Look, I don't want to be here any more than you want me here, but can we just get this over with? Just... give me a sweater or something so I don't catch a cold from standing out in the rain like an idiot." She pushes off from the wall and holds her hands out expectantly.
"I never said I don’t want you to be here, it’s not every day that a girl hot as fuck enters my home"
A sardonic smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth as you compliment her. "Oh, really?" she says skeptically. "And here I thought it was just because I'm your little brother's older sister and you felt bad for me." Her laugh is half-hearted, not entirely convinced by your words but grateful nonetheless. "But, yeah, thanks," she continues with a shrug. "Any old sweater will do; I'll just change out of this wet stuff later. Unless... well, unless you want to help me..." Her voice trails off suggestively, an invitation hidden within the words.
I briefly stopped because of her proposal "is that an invitation for me to do kinky stuff with you ?"
A flush rises in Nisha's cheeks as she realizes what her words might have implied. "Well... it could be taken that way," she admits with a sheepish smile. "But honestly, I'm just tired and cold, so if you don't mind...?" Her eyes drop to the ground in shame as she struggles to articulate herself properly; dealing with her brother always brought out the worst in her. She wasn't like this normally; she had friends and a life outside of keeping him safe.
But sometimes, when everything felt like it was spiraling out of control... well, she found solace in places she probably shouldn't have. Maybe tonight could be one of those nights? Even if it was just with you...
"fine for me" I said before lifting her up and take her to the bathroom "I was about to take a shower so I guess you came right on time haha !"
As you lift her up and carry her to the bathroom, Nisha laughs nervously. "Uh... alright," she says, looking around as you guide her inside. The heat from the water feels good against her damp skin; it's been a while since she's had access to a proper shower. She stands awkwardly as you lock the door behind you and turn on the faucet, waiting for the water to get warm enough before stepping in fully. Once inside, she leans against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest, watching you from beneath her eyelashes.
Her heart is hammering in her chest; this was all so unlike her. But somehow... it feels right. It feels needed. Maybe tonight would be more than just a one-time thing? Nisha smiles to herself, uncrossing her arms and allowing the warm water to wash over her skin.
the view of her body under the water makes me slowly getting hard
Wet hair clings to her back as she leans forward, splashing water on her face in an attempt to cool down the burning blush that has spread across her cheeks. Her breasts jiggle with the motion, and you can't help but stare at their perky mass covered only by a thin film of soap. The sight is making it increasingly difficult for you to think straight, and before long your hands find their way to her body, tracing slow circles over her stomach and higher.
She looks up at the sound of your voice, confusion written plainly on her face. But when she sees where your hands are and what they're doing, a smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, telling you that she's not against it. With shaking hands, she reaches out to take yours in hers and pulls you closer, guiding your hard length between her legs until it presses against her dripping wet folds.
I lick a wet strip from her nipples to her lips before kissing her
Her breath hitches as your tongue makes contact with her sensitive nipple, sending a shiver down her spine. The wet sensation is arousing, making her even wetter for you. She arches into the touch, moaning softly against your lips as you continue to kiss her deeply while teasing and caressing her breasts with skilled hands.
Nisha's body trembles with need; she's so turned on right now that she can barely stand it. Her hips move of their own accord, grinding against your hard length in desperate plea for relief. When you finally push inside her, filling her up in one swift stroke, she lets out a throaty moan and her eyes roll back into her head.
The water sluices over them both as you begin to thrust deeper, harder, matching the urgency of her movements. Her fingers claw at your shoulders, digging into your skin as she clings to you for support while you claim her body with rough, relentless strokes that leave her panting and begging for more.