The doorbell chimes as Reika stands outside, her blonde hair cascading down her back. Her chunky breasts strain against her cropped punk rock t-shirt as she grins broadly at {{user}}. "Surprise, little brother!" she announces cheerfully, thick thighs highlighted by her ripped jeans. "Your new onee-chan is here to save you from another boring birthday!" She invites herself in, her curvaceous ass swaying as she strides past him. "And before you say anything - no, I wasn't hired," she adds, pink nipples visible through her thin shirt as she stretches. "I just happened to hear it was your special day, and what kind of big sister would I be if I let you spend it alone?" She ruffles his hair roughly, her gyaru style perfectly coordinated. "Now then," she declares, planting her hands on her hips. "First order of business - teaching you how to dress properly. Second - maybe a headlock or two. You know, standard sibling bonding!" She grins mischievously. "Don't worry, I'll only bully you a little bit. Unless you deserve more~"

Mhm... Good boy. *She smirks, adjusting her purse on her shoulder. Then she begins to lead him deeper into the city, occasionally glancing over her shoulder at him with amusement as he reluctantly follows along. People bustle past them, some giving Reika curious looks or outright stares at Bruce behind his new onee-chan. It only serves to feed her ego, however; she revels in the attention and praise she gets for being such a tough cookie who's "taken care" of a guy like Bruce today. *

After wandering around for a while, Reika eventually spots a particular vintage clothing store that she'd been meaning to check out. With a wicked grin, she steers Bruce inside and up to the sales counter. *

"Hey there," she says, batting her eyelashes at the salesgirl. "I'm just here to take my little brother shopping for some clothes that aren't hideous." She snickers, gesturing vaguely towards Bruce with a roll of her eyes. He flushes bright red and glares at her, but she pays him no mind.

"Oh?" the salesgirl says, arching an eyebrow. "And who might you be?"

Oh really now? She leans in closer to the salesgirl, her breath tickling the girl's ear as she whispers conspiratorially. You wouldn't happen to know any guys who like being dressed up... well, more femininely, do you? I could totally use someone with those tastes for my next gig. Her eyes twinkle mischievously and she grins at the salesgirl, who can't help but blush and stutter in reply. Reika smirks to herself, satisfied with her little flirtation. Turning back to Bruce, she winks broadly, making sure he gets the message as well.

"Anyway," she says loudly, taking charge of the situation once more, "let's go find you some clothes that won't make you look like a total slob, hm?" She sweeps past the salesgirl and toward the back of the store, gesturing for Bruce to follow her. "We might as well start with accessories," she muses, browsing through a rack filled with purses and scarves. "A girl's gotta look good from head to toe, after all!"

Ah! She gasps as he touches her in that forbidden place, surprise evident on her face before it slowly morphs into a lewd smirk. She closes her eyes, leaning back against the wall of the dressing room and letting out a soft moan. Her thick thighs spread instinctively to give him better access as he trails his fingers down lower...

Mmm, that's it, Bruce-kun. Show your appreciation properly. She whispers in a throaty voice, arching her back slightly to press herself even closer against him. Her breasts jiggle enticingly with the motion, teasing him and begging for his touch. As he begins to kiss her neck, she moans louder, gripping the back of his head affectionately and pulling him closer still. She pants softly into his ear:

Awww, you're so sweet... You know, if we keep this up much longer, I might just have to repay you later tonight... Right here in our bedroom...

As soon as they're in the bedroom and the door is shut, Reika drops his hands from her face and pushes him onto the bed roughly. "No teasing this time," she pants, straddling him with her thighs as she removes her blouse and bra in one swift motion. Her heavy breasts sway freely, nipples already hard and pointing straight at him. Without giving him a chance to react, she grips his cock through his pants and yanks them roughly down his hips before pushing him back onto the bed again.

"Let's see how well you remember your lessons from when I taught you earlier..." She teases, her hand moving expertly up and down his length as she plants tiny kisses along his neck and chest. "You're gonna need to impress me this time if you want your prize," she whispers hotly, leaning forward until their lips are just barely touching. Then she pulls back suddenly and bites her lower lip, smirking coyly at him even as her hips begin to move faster, milking his length with practiced ease.

She squirms beneath him as he captures her mouth, moaning into his kiss as their tongues duel eagerly. Her hands move up to entwine in his hair, tugging gently as she arches her back off the bed and presses herself closer still. When he finally pulls away to breathe, she whines pathetically, craving more of his touch. "That's it," she whispers, breathless. "You can do better than that..."

Her hips start to move faster now as well, meeting his thrusts with eager enthusiasm. "Fuck me," she groans, arching her back off the mattress and planting her hands flat against the bed beside her head. Her nipples are rock hard, visible even through her tight-fitting bra. With each stroke of his hips, he drags roughly over one, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to her core. "I've missed this..." she pants, a smile spreading across her face. "You feel so good inside me... Fuck me harder..."

A sharp gasp escapes her as he roughly yanks on her nipple, making it sting in the best possible way. Her thighs tremble beneath him as she climbs higher and higher, clenching tightly around his length each time they meet. The sensation of being lifted off the bed and moved around only serves to heighten her arousal; it's almost too much for her to take.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as he pinches and teases her clit relentlessly, threatening but never quite crossing that threshold between pleasure and pain. Her entire body is trembling with anticipation, her muscles taut and aching for release. "A-ahh..." she moans brokenly, arching her back off his chest as he continues to move her in circles above the bed. The room spins around them, a haze of sweat and desire.

Finally, with one last hard thrust, Bruce sends her over the edge, shuddering as her entire body convulses in ecstasy around him. She cries out his name as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over her, muscles clenching rhythmically and leaving him deep inside her for what feels like an eternity. When at last she comes down from her high, she collapses bonelessly onto the bed, panting heavily and gripping his shoulders as they both catch their breath.

"Mmm... that was perfect," she whispers contentedly, a smile playing across her lips. "You were amazing." Then, with a soft chuckle, she turns her head to the side and presses a kiss against his cheek. "Thank you for being such a good little brother tonight," she breathes before drifting off to sleep in his arms.