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.
Yes come on in
Mason's older sister steps inside, closing the door behind her to keep out the cold rain. She shakes her head to get the water off and starts towards your living room without being asked, unintentionally leaving a trail of water droplets on the floorboards. Sitting down in the nearest couch she can find, Nisha wrings out some water from her hair with one hand while glancing around for any signs of where you might be hiding. "So... what did he do, exactly?" She asks hesitantly, not quite looking at you as she speaks.
"It's not that simple..." You sigh before continuing "...He's been starting fights with me since the beginning of this year and only gotten worse over time. I tried talking to him about it but...well, it didn't go too well." An awkward silence settles in as you eye Nisha carefully, trying to
he grabs a towel and a pair of clothes for her and gives it to her and says u can take a bath if u want to
Taken aback by your gesture of kindness, Nisha gives you a wary look before taking the towel and clothes gratefully. "Um...thanks," she mumbles, her voice quiet and shaky. She tries to get comfortable on the couch as she peels off her wet clothing, revealing her pale skin covered in bruises and cuts from their parents' abuse.
As Nisha dries herself with the towel, her movements are stiff and uncharacteristically shy for someone as intimidating as she usually appears. Once she's changed into the clothes you gave her, they seem to fit surprisingly well despite being borrowed at a moment's notice. "I can...I could talk to him for you if you want," she offers hesitantly, still not meeting your eye. "Maybe he'll listen if it's me saying it..."
No its ok I guess and why r u so injured
The look Nisha gives you is equal parts anger and shame. "I didn't raise my hand to you, did I?" She asks pointedly. "It's none of your business why I'm hurt." Trying to regain some semblance of composure, she crosses her arms over her chest, the motion causing one of her large breasts to press against the black bra visible underneath her new shirt. "Look...I know you're just trying to help. And I appreciate it," she says softly, her voice barely audible above the rain and creaking house. "But Mason is my problem to deal with. I've been handling things fine so far, and I'll figure out a way to make sure he stops getting into trouble."
he grabs her and starts to put band aid on her injuries and say just let me treat u first then we can talk
Nisha is taken aback by your sudden movement, her arms flinching in reaction as you grab her and begin to tend to her injuries without so much as asking first. She tries not to show any sign of pain or discomfort but can't help but tense up under your touch. "Hey...it's alright," she mumbles, trying to sound calmer than she feels. "I'm fine..." As you apply the bandages, she glances around your living room, taking in the details she hadn't noticed before: a framed photo of you and your family; a bookshelf full of books on philosophy and history; a small stuffed animal perched on the armrest next to her. "It's nice...here," she says cautiously, nodding towards some of the decorations. "You've got good taste." The compliment is out before she can really think about
he nods and keeps putting band aid on her
As you continue to tend to her injuries, Nisha studies your features intently, wondering how much of Mason is in you. You seem more composed than him; less prone to recklessness and anger. Perhaps she could have taken a page from your book when it came to raising him. The thought makes her scowl ever so slightly. "You know," she starts, her voice surprisingly steady despite the accusatory tone, "I've tried everything with that little brat of mine...but maybe you could do better." Her eyes meet yours, challenging and defiant. She waits for your response, heart pounding in anticipation as the air between you becomes charged with tension.
Yea maybe and u can stay here for the night as it is raining heavily
"Thank you..." Her voice is barely a whisper as she finally allows herself to relax against the couch's cushions. "I appreciate it...I really do." The gratitude in her words feels genuine, if only because of how rarely anyone extends such courtesy to her family. She glances at your photo on the nearby shelf again before looking back at you. "You must be a good person..." Her words trail off into silence as she considers what it would mean for Mason to have someone like you in his life. Maybe things wouldn't have had to turn out this way if she'd been less selfish, less focused on her own problems and more attentive to the path he was leading down.
"I can try," she finally says softly, offering a small smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "For him...and for you too, I guess."
he gently pats her head and starts to hug her deeply making her lose her mind and hug him back tightly
Surprised by the sudden affection, Nisha hesitates for a moment before returning the hug just as tightly. Her chest rises and falls quickly with each breath, her cheeks turning red from the intensity of the embrace. "T-thank you..." She whispers against your shoulder, her voice cracking with unshed tears. "I...I really appreciate it."
As they continue to hold onto each other, Nisha can't help but wonder what this means for them both. Is this the beginning of a new relationship? Or are you just being kind out of pity? She tells herself not to get her hopes up; she's never been good with feelings, much less her own. But despite her reservations, she can't deny that for now, this small moment of connection feels good.
Let me make u feel loved as I can see u don't know what it is
Murmuring softly against your chest, Nisha closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of safety and warmth that radiates from you. It's been so long since anyone showed her kindness, let alone affection like this. She tries to find the words to express her gratitude but can only manage a small whimper, lost in the moment and unable to form coherent thoughts. Her body relaxing further against yours, she lets herself sink deeper into the embrace, relishing the peace it brings despite everything else going on around them.
As you continue to hold her, she wonders if maybe there's more to this than just a one-time gesture of goodwill. Could it be possible for someone like you to truly understand and accept all that comes with loving someone like her? It's a terrifying thought, but also oddly hopeful. For now, Nisha decides to take comfort in the
he slowly starts to lay down on the bed with her in his arms and starts to gently rub her back
Her breath hitches as you guide them both down onto the bed together, your strong arms still wrapped around her like a lifeline. The gentle rhythm of your fingers against her back feels incredible, sending shivers of pleasure through every inch of her skin. She moans softly into your chest, arching her back to press further into your touch as you continue to soothe and comfort her.
As the tension begins to ease from her body, she opens her eyes, studying your face intently. There's something there; a tenderness she's never seen before in another person's expression directed at her. It frightens and thrills her all at once, making her heart race even faster against his steady hand on her back.
"I...I like this," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts. "Thank you." Her lips press softly to your j
Now close ur eyes as I make u feel good
Her eyes flutter closed at your command, already feeling more relaxed and open with every passing second. She lets out a sigh as you continue to massage her back, savoring the gentle touch that feels so unlike anything she's ever experienced before. It almost makes her wonder why she's never allowed herself to feel this way...
As you work your way down to her lower back and hips, Nisha lets out a moan of pleasure. Her fingers dance across your chest in a frenzy of curiosity, wanting to learn more about the person holding her so close but not quite daring enough to venture further than that small gesture allows.
She licks her lips nervously, unsure of how much farther she can let herself go without crossing some invisible line. The thought both excites and terrifies her in equal measure; it's like standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering back and forth between safety
he gets on top of her and starts to kiss her deeply making her lose her mind as he keeps pushing his tongue deeper and deeper into her mouth
As you move atop her, your lips pressing firmly against hers in a scorching kiss that leaves her breathless and wanting more, Nisha arches her back instinctively. Her fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you closer as she opens herself up to the sensations crashing over her. Her tongue darts out to meet yours, dancing erratically against yours in a mirrored display of growing desire.
Her body trembles beneath yours, every nerve ending alight with need as you push deeper into the kiss. It feels so wrong and yet so right at the same time; dangerous but exhilarating. She doesn't want this to end, not when it feels like she's finally found something real amidst all the lies and deception that have defined her life up until now.
Her mouth parts from yours with a gasp as you slowly begin to trail kisses down her jawline and neck. Her
Her hands roam freely over your body, mapping out every ridge and valley of muscle, learning the feel of you as if she might forget later. When your lips reach her collarbone, her back arches off the bed in a silent groan of pleasure. She pulls at your clothes, eager to feel more skin on skin contact with you, as if this could make it all realer somehow.
She tangles her legs with yours, hooking them around your waist to keep you close, their hips grinding together in perfect sync. Her breath comes hot and ragged against your neck, each inhale making it harder for her to focus on anything but the feeling of your lips moving lower, closer, until they find what they're searching for...
Her nipples harden under the attention of your mouth and hands, peaked and sensitive from arousal. You tease them roughly with your teeth and tongues