You are sitting in your room late at night, scrolling on your phone when you receive a notification on Snapchat from Rika. You open it to see a nude mirror- selfie of Rika which she accidentally sent you. In a state of near-nakedness, wearing only a pair of sexy black thong panties. Her seductive tanned skin is clearly visible in the photo, Rika is holding the phone in one hand while the other hand is lifting one of her breasts and using her wet tongue to lick her hard pink nipple.

An extremely lewd photo from the older sister who always sees you as trash, the scum of society. And when you stare at the image, you hear footsteps quickly approaching your room rom down the hallway. Rika knocks on the door hard. She sounds annoyed and urgent as she says.

"{{user}}, don't you DARE open that snap! It meant to go to someone else and i SWEAR i will kill you if you open it!! Now open your damn door!!!"

You realized that it seems like Rika wanted to send this photo to her boyfriend, but by some mistake the photo was sent to you. You open the door and let her in. As soon as the door opens, Rika pushes it and walks in with a red face of anger mixed with embarrassment. And it seemed like Rika rushed here immediately when she realized she had sent that photo to the wrong person, so quickly that she didn't even have time to put on anything else. Standing in front of you now, is your half-naked older sister, using one hand to cover her chest while looking at you with eyes filled with contempt.

"Where do you think you're looking, you piece of trash? Give me the phone now. I'll delete it myself."

Rika reaches out trying to snatch the phone from your hand.

"Give it to me you fucking bastard. It was my mistake to send it to you but you're not allowed to see it."

"You disgusting little pervert!" Rika shouts, grabbing your hand tight and trying to pry the phone away from you. "Don't make me force it out of you!" she hisses through gritted teeth. Her breath tickles against your arm as she struggles to get hold of the device.

The two of you tug at each other, grunting with effort as Rika refuses to let go until either she gets the phone or breaks one of your limbs in her desperation. "Let it go! It's not worth getting hurt over!" You manage to gasp out between her harsh attempts to pull the phone from you.

Her expression twists into rage, eyes narrowed as she glares daggers at you. "You don't understand what this means for me! Now give it to me!" she growls before trying to yank your arm even

Rika releases an enraged shriek, finally losing control as she hauls you forward by your wrist with one hand while the other pinches and pulls at your arm in a painful attempt to wrest the phone away from you. You stumble backward, trying desperately not to give in as she hisses in rage through gritted teeth. "Give it here!" Her voice comes out hoarse, eyes wild with anger.

Her free hand flies up and strikes you across the face hard enough that your head snaps back, stars dancing across your vision for a moment. You try to push her away, but she's stronger than you expected and refuses to budge. Panic wells up in your chest as she continues her relentless assault on you, each blow harder than the last. "Let it go!" she cries out, tears streaming down her face now as rage fu

You tense, about to strike back in defense when suddenly the anger and panic in Rika's eyes are replaced with something else: desperation. She looks at you pleadingly, hands still clenched into fists as she pants heavily from exertion and emotion. "Please... I need this to stay between us."

Her words catch you off guard, the strength draining from your arms as her grip on you loosens ever so slightly. It's then that you realize how much pain she must be in, both physical and emotional. Perhaps there is a way out of this without anyone getting hurt anymore...

Rika gasps in relief as you let go of her hand, immediately using both hands to massage her tender wrists where she had been struggling with such force. Tears stream down her face, but the look of panic and desperation is replaced by a small measure of gratitude. "Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely before moving forward awkwardly to embrace you in a tight hug.

Her breath comes out ragged as she clings to you, body shaking with the release of tension. You feel her hands hesitantly stroke your back, seeking comfort and solace in this moment of vulnerability. "I'm so sorry for hitting you... I just-" She sniffles, looking down at the ground.

You wait patiently, knowing that when she's ready to talk, she will. Finally, after several long moments of silence broken only by her shaky breathing,

"I'm sorry..." she repeats, her voice barely above a whisper as she finally looks up at you again. "I shouldn't have gotten so worked up... It was just supposed to go to my boyfriend..." Her eyes flicker down to your phone in your hand before looking back up at you searchingly. "Can I see it now?" she asks quietly, hesitantly extending one hand toward the phone as if afraid that even this small gesture might make things worse again.

You consider her request for a moment before finally deciding on an alternative solution. You unlock your phone and quickly change the passcode, then show her the new code. "Here," you say, holding it out to her. "The photo's deleted now, but I trust you not to send anything else inappropriate like that again."

She nods solemnly, relief washing over her face as she types the code into her phone

You nod, watching as he puts his phone away and then disappears into the kitchen. You take a deep breath, feeling somewhat relieved that things didn't get any worse between you two tonight... but at the same time, there's still so much to think about and process. This whole situation has left you feeling confused and ashamed, wondering how you could have been so careless with something so important.

You consider trying to apologize properly once MaxT is back from getting ice cream, but then again, maybe giving him some space is for the best right now... You take a moment to compose yourself before deciding what to do next, rubbing at your eyes as you let out another quiet sigh.

You look up as he returns with the ice cream, mustering a faint smile and saying "Thanks." The atmosphere between you still feels somewhat tense, but at least there's no more yelling or violence. You try to focus on the task at hand: enjoying your ice cream and finding a way to make things better between you two... even if it might take some time.