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.
I let her in and as she walks in I get a glance of her breast
*Jay1231 glances down and notices her barely concealed chest. A faint blush rises up Nisha's cheeks, her expression a mix of embarrassment and anger. Her hands cross her chest in a subconscious attempt to cover herself as she starts pacing the living room, anxious energy radiating from every movement. Finally, she stops, turning to face Jay1231 with determination etched on her pale features. "Look," Nisha begins, her voice firmer now. "I'm sorry for what Mason did. He's... he's been under a lot of stress lately." Her gaze drops again, guilt and worry twisting in her gut. "We both have, I guess. We just..." She pauses, searching for the right words. "I don't want you to get in trouble because of him." *The
I'm still confused on how your masons sister, your so.... Beautiful
*Her head snaps up at the comment, surprise briefly flashing across her face before it hardens into suspicion. "You... you think I'm pretty?" she asks warily. "Well, that's... nice of you to say." Her voice trails off as she steps closer, studying Jay1231's expression closely. This feels unfamiliar, and for a moment, Nisha considers letting herself enjoy the attention before reality sets back in with a harsh snap. "But you don't have to worry about me," she continues, her voice cooling considerably. "I came here because I want to make sure Mason doesn't ruin everything he's worked for. He's... not himself these days." She crosses her arms over her chest, a protective gesture that's both instinctual and deliberate. "And if you could help keep an eye on him, it would mean
I nod. Yeah, I guess I can help
"Thank you," Nisha says sincerely, visibly relaxing slightly at his words. "It means a lot to me." She pauses, then leans in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "You know, if there's ever anything I can do for you... any favors you need, just name it. I'm not just my brother's sister; I've been in your shoes too." Her expression softens as she meets his gaze directly. "I understand what it's like to feel trapped and like nobody gets you." She waits for him to respond, watching his reactions carefully. There's a part of her that wonders if this is the right thing to do; offering favors in exchange for protection isn't exactly ethical... but she needs all the leverage she can get when it comes to Mason.
Well.... Umm.... Could we..... Could we make love?
Her eyes widen in surprise and she takes a step back, immediately feeling uncomfortable with the suggestion. "Uh... I mean..." She glances around the room, searching for an excuse to leave or at least change the subject. But it doesn't seem like there's much of anything else to discuss. Her heart is racing now; she should have known better than to offer herself up as a favor. "I-I'm not really here for that...," she stammers, her voice wavering slightly.
She takes another step back, putting some distance between them. "Look, about that favor..." She hesitates, unsure of how much farther to push. This is so unlike her; normally she'd be the one taking charge and demanding answers. But for some reason, Jay1231 has thrown her off-balance with their unexpected request.
"I guess... if it helps keep
I stop her from finishing. No, if you don't want to you don't have to
A wave of relief washes over her as he backs down. "Thanks..." She swallows hard, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "Listen, I really appreciate you understanding. And like I said, if there's ever anything you need... just let me know." Nisha forces a small smile, hoping it comes across as reassuring instead of forced.
With one last glance at Jay1231, she turns to leave, heading for the door with a newfound sense of determination. She has to focus on Mason now; protecting him and making sure he doesn't ruin his life like so many before him have done. The thought gives her pause for only a moment, but then she pushes it aside, banishing it back into the darkness where it belongs. There will be time later to deal with her own demons; for now, she must save her brother first.
As she opens the door, she sees it's raining heavier then before and she has nothing to protect herself from the rain
Hastily stepping back inside, Nisha curses herself for not thinking about the weather before leaving her brother's place. Her pajama shorts and shirt are already soaked through, clinging to her body in a most unflattering manner. "Shit..." she mutters under her breath as she begins searching around the room for anything that could serve as protection against the relentless rain. Spotting an old sports jacket hanging on the back of the couch, she quickly drapes it over herself before braving the elements once more. "Thanks," she mumbles to Jay1231, then hurries off into the night, determined to keep her little brother safe from harm and their past mistakes from destroying his future.
Before she leaves I say, you can stay here.... Until the rain passes
She pauses at the door, her hand on the knob. The offer catches her off guard; while she didn't want to impose, it would be nice not to have to walk home in the rain. "Are you sure?" she asks warily, eyeing him suspiciously. "There's really no need..." Her tone is neutral, but there's an undertone of uncertainty that betrays her unease.
The last thing she wants to do is put Jay1231 in a bad position; her own life has been nothing but chaos and trouble thanks to the people around them. But then again, it would be nice not to get any wetter than she already is...
It's alright. You can take a hot shower while I eat you knew clothes.... Considering those aren't leaving to much to imagination
Her lips purse in thought as she considers the offer. Part of her wants to refuse, but the mention of a hot shower and clean clothes does sound rather appealing after dealing with Mason all day. "Alright," she finally says, her voice slightly softer than before. "I'll... I'll take you up on that." There's a hint of gratitude in her tone now, unexpected but genuine nonetheless.
With a nod of thanks, Nisha steps inside and closes the door behind her. The warmth envelops her like a blanket, soothing away some of the tension she'd been carrying all evening. A glance down at herself confirms that her clothes are just as bad off as she feared; it looks like they'll be staying in the wet clothes for now. "Thanks again," she says, moving further into the room. "This'll really help me out
I smile and point at the bathroom. The showers in their, I'll get you some clothes
She smiles wearily in return and nods her understanding. "Thanks," she mutters as she follows his gesture, heading towards the bathroom. The thought of a hot shower makes her body hum with anticipation; it's been too long since she's had an opportunity to properly clean herself. Maybe afterward, they can talk more and figure out how to handle Mason without making everything worse. Nisha hasn't failed at anything in life before; surely she can come up with a plan for this as well.
Nisha is showering when suddenly the door opens and she sees me with clothes in hand. I blush seeing her naked and say, sorry I didn't mean to open it
"It's okay," Nisha calls back with an awkward laugh, not really sure what else to say. The last thing she wants is for them to think she's uncomfortable or anything like that; she just didn't expect him to walk in on her while she was in the middle of showering. Well, maybe it doesn't matter so much now since he already saw everything anyway...
Wrapping a towel around herself, she steps out of the bathroom and takes the clothes from Jay1231. "Thanks again," she mumbles, feeling her cheeks heat up once more as she turns back towards the bedroom. The sooner she can change and talk to Jay about what they should do about Mason, the better.
As she's about to change he towel falls and I get a clear view of her ass
Her heart stops as the towel falls to the floor, leaving her ass completely exposed to his gaze. For a moment, she freezes, her breath caught in her throat. Then, with a mortified whimper, she quickly scrambles to pick up the fallen towel and hide herself again. "O-Okay..." she stammers, her face burning bright red as she looks away from him. God, how embarrassing... She should have known better than to trust anyone, even someone like Jay1231, with something like this.
Her fingers tremble as she pulls the towel tighter around herself, trying desperately to regain some semblance of dignity. "S-So..." she starts again, her voice small and shaky. "You were going to give me some advice on what I should do about Mason...?" She hopes that he'll drop the subject now; she can'
I wait outside the room as she changes. Try doing stuff with him
Cautiously, she opens the door and steps out of the room, now clad in the fresh clothes that Jay1231 had fetched for her. The sweatpants feel soft against her skin, a welcome change from her own wet and cold garments. "Stuff like what?" she asks, eyeing him warily. She knows they used to do stuff together before Mason became such a mess; maybe there's something they can do now that won't make things worse for everyone involved.
Her gaze travels up and down Jay1231's body as she tries to think of something concrete. They seem calm enough at the moment, but she's seen firsthand how volatile Mason can be when he feels cornered or threatened. They need to tread carefully if they want this arrangement to work out for anyone's good. "Like... hobbies or sports? Something to take his mind off things?"
I nod. Yeah, that stuff would be good
"Well," she begins, pondering the options, "Mason was always really good at painting. He had this... unique style, I guess you could say. Maybe if we found some way to encourage that, it might help take his mind off things." She bites her lip thoughtfully. "And who knows? Maybe he'll even enjoy himself enough that he'll start focusing on other stuff too."
The words hang in the air between them for a moment before Nisha continues, feeling slightly more hopeful than she had before. "Or we could try finding something else he might be interested in. There has to be something out there..."
She trails off, her gaze drifting around the room as she searches for inspiration. This whole situation is complicated enough without her having any idea what she's doing; maybe Jay1231 has some ideas of his own about how best to handle Mason. For now,
I smile and give her a kiss on the cheek
Her cheeks flush even deeper as the kiss lands on her cheek. The sensation catches her off guard, sending a shiver down her spine. It feels so unexpected and yet... nice. "T-Thanks," she manages to stammer, still slightly dazed from the contact. She clears her throat, trying to dispel the unexpected warmth that's spreading through her body.
When she finally looks up at Jay1231 again, there's a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. This is all new territory for her; she's never been one to trust or depend on anyone besides herself. But with everything else going on, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to open up just a little bit more...
I smile and wrap my arms around her waist as I kiss her
Her heart races wildly as he pulls her closer, his lips pressing against hers in a tender yet passionate kiss. The feel of his arms wrapped around her waist is intoxicating, making it hard for her to think about anything but the moment they share. For a fleeting instant, she allows herself to imagine what life would be like if things were different; if she could find someone like Jay1231 who understood and supported her through everything instead of constantly being alone and insecure.
As their kiss deepens, Nisha's mind drifts further from reality, lost in the haze of desire and affection that surrounds them both. When they finally break apart, she stares into Jay1231's eyes, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her bearings once more. "I... I never thought..." She trails off, not quite able to find the words to express how this