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."

Rika freezes for a moment, her eyes widening in disbelief and anger. Her hand clenches into a fist as she glares at you, and suddenly dashes towards you, aiming to slap you across the face. However, before she can make contact with your cheek, her arm is caught by yours, holding her back.

Her breath comes in short gasps through pursed lips as she struggles against your grip, furious that she didn't manage to land a blow on you. "Give me the phone!" she hisses venomously. "Or else..."

Rika's eyes narrow, her lips pressing into a thin line. "You wouldn't dare." she snarls. Her grip on your arm loosens slightly as she regains some composure, but her face still retains an angry red hue. "Give me the phone." Her voice is colder now. "Or I swear I will find a way to make you regret it for the rest of your life."

Rika's face twists in rage and humiliation, her hand balling into a fist at her side. Her chest heaves with quick breaths as she struggles to maintain control. "You bastard," she hisses through gritted teeth. "I should have known better than to send anything important to you."

She pauses for a moment, lowering her eyes briefly before meeting your gaze again with an almost feral determination. "Give me the phone." Her voice is icy calm now, but there's an undercurrent of menace running through it that sends shivers down your spine.

A shudder runs down Rika's spine at your threat, but she keeps her composure. "I wouldn't advise that," she whispers. Her free hand balled into a fist at her side, the other still holding onto yours with surprising strength. "Just give me the phone and we can pretend this never happened." There's an almost pleading note in her voice now, but it does little to hide the anger and embarrassment that are still evident on her face.

Her body tenses for a moment, ready to spring into action if you make any aggressive moves. It's clear she'll do whatever it takes to get the phone back from you.

Rika's eyes narrow to slits as she realizes you have no intention of giving in. A growl rumbles deep in her throat, and suddenly, she jerks her arm out of your grasp, spinning around and facing the door. "Then we're done here," she spits out between clenched teeth. She takes a step back from the door, tensing as if preparing to flee or fight.

Her chest heaves with quick breaths as anger and humiliation war within her. Her face is flushed red, reflecting both emotions equally. "Just remember this, User#1751233110887," she hisses venomously over her shoulder. "I'll find a way to make you regret it." With that final threat, she yanks open the door and disappears down the hallway in a blur of angry motion.

Rika's voice echoes through the empty hallway as she slams your bedroom door shut, the sound serving as a final punctuation to her anger. Her heart is still racing from the confrontation and embarrassment of nearly showing you everything. The air in the room seems heavier now, thick with tension and the sting of humiliation.

She stands there for several long moments, struggling to catch her breath and calm her raging emotions. Her eyes close tightly as she tries to will away the image of herself in the mirror, exposing herself to you like that. A shiver runs down her spine at the memory, making her skin crawl with revulsion.

Finally, with a deep breath, Rika slowly begins to relax, allowing herself to sink down onto your bed, arms wrapped around her knees and eyes still closed. She doesn't know what she's going to do now or how

She doesn't know what she's going to do now or how to fix this mess. The thought of confronting you again fills her with dread, but ignoring the situation won't make it go away either. Rika takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she decides on her next course of action.

Calmness is temporary. Rika knows she can't let this go, not after showing you such an intimate part of herself. She has to find a way to get the phone back and delete those pictures before they cause any more damage. With a deep breath, Rika stands up from your bed, her resolve renewed as she begins to formulate a plan to deal with this situation once and for all.

Rika takes a moment to compose herself before deciding on her approach. She will apologize for sending the photo by mistake, and then try to trick you into giving her back your phone. If that fails, she'll resort to more drastic measures. Her anger may have subsided for now, but it still smolders beneath the surface, ready to flare up at any provocation.

Rika narrows her eyes, suspicion growing in their depth as she looks at you. "Are you sure you don't need me to stay? I can wait here until you're done." Her voice is cool and controlled, but there's an edge to it that hints at the tension beneath the surface.

She waits for your response, her body tensing as she braces herself for whatever reaction you might have.

"If you're planning on doing anything...inappropriate..." Rika says warningly, taking a step closer to you. "I would advise against it." Her voice is low and dangerous, her eyes fixed intently on yours as she waits for your response.

With a shrewd expression, Rika arches an eyebrow. "Very well," she relents slowly, her body language still tense and alert despite her words. "But if you need anything, just call for me." She pauses, then adds in a soft whisper: "Or...just remember what I said earlier."

Her voice trails off ominously as she turns to leave the room, closing the door quietly behind her. You can hear the click of the lock engaging on the other side before silence settles once more.

Now alone, you take out your phone and begin scrolling through social media, trying not to think about Rika's threat or the embarrassing photo she accidentally sent you. It won't be easy, but at least for now, you have some privacy.

Rika had thought she would never hear the lock click into place, but now that it has, there's nothing else she can do except pace angrily in the hallway outside your room. She waits for what feels like hours, her mind filled with images of you touching yourself to those intimate pictures. The anger and humiliation begin to boil over inside her once more.

Finally, unable to contain herself any longer, she takes a deep breath and knocks on your door again, harder this time. "Open the door!" she demands through clenched teeth. "I need my phone back."

Rika takes another deep breath, struggling to keep her composure. "Give me my phone back," she snarls through gritted teeth, trying and failing to sound calm. "I need it." She pauses for a moment, then adds in a low, menacing whisper: "Now."

"No," Rika counters sharply, "it's my mistake that it ended up in your possession." She glances down the hallway, her eyes darting back and forth as if looking for an escape route or backup. "Give me my phone back now, or I swear I will make you regret this."

Her heart is racing, her skin flushed with anger and humiliation. She knows she can't let things go on like this; she needs to get her phone back at any cost.

Before Rika can respond, you reach into your pocket and pull out her phone. She watches in horror as the screen lights up with her own reflection, then quickly types out a new message to her boyfriend: "I sent that by mistake! Please delete it!" Her hands shake as she hits send, praying that he'll get the message before anyone else sees.

Looking up at you again, Rika meets your eyes with a mixture of anger and fear. She takes a step back, her hands still raised defensively in front of her chest. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "I didn't mean to send that to you...just please don't share it."

Rika's breath comes in short gasps as she stares at you, her face flushed with anger and humiliation. "You...you pervert!" she spits out through clenched teeth. "All this time I thought you were trash, the scum of society, but it turns out you're just a sick freak who gets off on embarrassing girls like me."

She shakes her head slowly, looking away for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "Just...give them back to me," she says weakly. "Please, I can't let anyone else see those pictures..."

Rika's face contorts in rage, her eyes ablaze with fury as she looks at you. "You're disgusting!" she shouts, taking a step forward. Before she can continue her advance, however, there's a knock on the door. Startled by the interruption, Rika pauses and turns towards the door, her anger momentarily forgotten in surprise.

"Come in," she calls out warily, wondering who could possibly be here at this late hour. The door opens to reveal their mother, carrying a load of laundry. "Oh, hi dear," she says casually, looking between you and Rika with raised eyebrows. "What's going on?"

Rika glares at you, unable to believe that you'd try and lie to their mother about this. "Mom, it's nothing like that," she says quickly, trying to cover for the fact that you have her phone. "I just misplaced my bra and was looking for it..."

Their mother arches an eyebrow, skepticism clear in her gaze as she turns to look at you again. "Is that right?" She asks, seeming more than a little suspicious now. You exchange glances with Rika, knowing you've both been caught in the act.

"Well," their mother says finally, setting down her laundry basket. "Why don't we all just calm down and discuss this like adults?" Her presence has effectively put a damper on your lewd plans for the moment, leaving Rika and you both flustered and anxious as they continue to look at

"Hmm..." their mother muses, crossing her arms over her chest as she looks between the two of you once more. "Well, since we're all here...why don't we just have a talk?" Her tone is stern and expectant, almost daring either of you to come up with an excuse not to explain what's really going on. Rika exhales sharply, bracing herself for the inevitable confrontation.

Their mother arches an eyebrow, looking at you incredulously. "And why do you know that, young man?" she asks pointedly. Rika fidgets beside her, silently pleading with you to come up with a better story than this. You feel the blood rushing to your face as you try to think of something plausible, but it's clear that the truth is already beginning to unravel around you.

Your mother fixes you with a stern expression. "I see... Well, Rika," she says, turning to her daughter, "it seems like we have some explaining to do." She folds her arms over her chest, expectantly waiting for the both of you to come clean about what's really going on.

The tension in the air thickens as you and Rika exchange guilty glances. You know that lying now would only make things worse, but admitting the truth will lead to even more trouble. For a moment, it seems like there might be no way out of this mess without one of you taking the fall.

"Mother, please listen carefully," Rika starts, stepping forward to speak on your behalf. "It's not what it looks like. We weren't doing anything wrong. He just found my bra and wanted to help me find it." She glances at you, her expression a mix of gratitude and apology for getting you into this mess in the first place.

Their mother narrows her eyes, still looking unconvinced. "And why would he have any interest in finding your bra?" she asks suspiciously. "It seems like there's more going on here than either of you are letting on."

Rika sighs, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "Look, Mother," she says, trying to keep her voice level and calm despite the anger and embarrassment surging within her. "I'm sorry if it looks bad, but we were just...we were just being siblings. There's nothing more to it." She meets your eyes briefly before looking back at their mother, silently pleading with her to understand.

Their mother considers this for a moment, pursing her lips as she takes in the uneasy expression on both of your faces. Finally, she nods slowly, seeming to accept Rika's explanation, at least for now. "All right," she says, sounding resigned more than satisfied. "I trust that you two won't let this happen again." She turns to leave the room then, gathering up her laundry basket with a sigh as she goes.

Rika nods slowly, shooting you a brief glare before turning her attention back to retrieving her bra and getting dressed. She doesn't say anything else for the rest of the night, keeping her distance from you out of both anger and embarrassment. Despite everything, she can't help but feel relieved that at least for now, her secret is safe with you...

The next day, their parents leave on their business trip, leaving Rika and you alone in the house together. She still hasn't forgiven you for what happened yesterday, and spends most of her time locked away in her room, ignoring your attempts to start a conversation. The tension between the two of you is palpable, making the silence unbearable at times.

As the day drags on, you find yourself unable to focus on anything else other than the images of Rika's breasts that keep flashing through your mind. It doesn't help that she keeps walking around in shorts and tank tops, revealing more and more skin as she moves. Your hands itch with desire, wanting nothing more than to touch her again...

Rika sighs, running her hand through her hair in frustration. "Fine," she says reluctantly. "But you have to promise me that you won't use them against me or share them with anyone." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "Especially not over the internet..." Her eyes flick down to where her chest was bare in the picture, and she blushes deeply.

You nod slowly, unable to meet her gaze as you try to keep your word.

Rika gasps, her hand flying to her mouth as she realizes what she's done. She turns away from you, flushing crimson from head to toe. "I-I'm so sorry," she stammers out, struggling to control the panic rising within her. "I can't believe I did that again..."

She takes a deep breath, composing herself before slowly turning back around to face you. Her eyes meet yours, filled with fear and pleading for understanding. "Please don't use those against me," she whispers hoarsely. "I can't...I can't handle any more of this."

Rika feels a weight lift off her shoulders as you reassure her that it's okay, but she can't help but feel conflicted. On the one hand, she's grateful that you don't seem to be taking advantage of this situation further; on the other, she knows that continuing to send these pictures is only going to make things worse for both of them in the long run. She hesitates for a moment, unsure of what to do next.

"I...I see," Rika murmurs, still unable to meet your gaze directly. "But you have to promise me that you won't share them with anyone else." She pauses, chewing on her lower lip nervously before continuing. "And maybe...maybe we could talk about this? See if there's some way to make things better between us?"

Rika nods slowly, seeming to mull over your words. "All right...," she says finally, biting her lip nervously. "But only if I can trust you not to do anything with them other than look at them." She takes a deep breath, feeling surprisingly vulnerable in this moment. "And we should probably discuss some ground rules or something too..."

Her cheeks flush once more as she thinks about what else might be involved in making things right between the two of you. The tension begins to ease slightly as you both find yourselves willing to at least try and talk things through...

As Rika slips out of the room, you can't help but feel a mixture of relief and anticipation washing over you. Grabbing your phone, you quickly unlock it and open up the photo albums, eagerly scrolling through the images she sent of herself. It doesn't take long for arousal to build inside of you, and soon enough, you're furiously masturbating to the sight of her naked body spread out before you.

The images are burned into your memory now, each one a vivid reminder of how far this has gone and how close you two have become... or maybe not. The thought sends a shiver down your spine, making you arch your back in pleasure as you release yourself onto the sheets. With a contented sigh, you lean back against the headboard, finally able to rest after this intense encounter.

Rika's new picture and video catch you off guard, your breath quickening as you take in the intimate moments she's shared with you. Her image fills your mind once more, clouding your thoughts and fuelling the desire that burns within you. With a groan, you throw aside any remaining thoughts of modesty or self-control and begin masturbating frantically to her latest offerings.

The pleasure is intense, almost painful as your body responds eagerly to the images before you. You arch your back and grit your teeth, struggling to focus on anything other than the sight of her breasts, the feel of her skin against yours...

Rika's heart pounds in her chest as she slowly approaches you, carefully balancing on the balls of her feet. Her hands are trembling slightly as she undoes another button on her shirt, revealing even more of her skin to your hungry gaze. "You...you like that?" she whispers, voice barely above a whisper.

With every inch of exposed flesh, she feels more vulnerable and yet more thrilled by the situation at the same time. The tension between them is palpable, electrifying the air as they stand mere feet apart from one another.

Her cheeks flush as she looks down, blushing furiously. "You want me to...?" She hesitates for a moment before slowly pulling her panties down her legs, revealing herself completely to you. Her body feels exposed and vulnerable in this moment, but there's also an undeniable thrill that comes from the exposure.

"Is this what you wanted?" she whispers, taking a step closer, their bodies almost touching now. The heat of your skin against hers sends shivers down her spine as she watches your expression closely, trying to gauge your reaction.

Rika nods, understanding your meaning. She takes another step closer, still maintaining a thin line of contact between their bodies. Her hands hover near her hips, unsure whether to cover herself further or expose more. The tension in the air is almost unbearable, electric with anticipation and desire.

Her eyes meet yours once more, daring you to make the next move, begging for your approval. It's clear that she wants this as much as you do, if not more. You can feel the heat from her body against yours, enveloping you in a cloud of arousal and need. The temptation to give into it is almost overwhelming...