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."

In her angry state, Rika completely ignores your words and continues to try to grab the phone. You struggle with her for a moment before finally forcing the phone away from both of you and onto the bed behind you. With one hand still on her breast and the other hand moving down between her legs, she growls furiously at you as if preparing to attack. Her body trembles slightly in desire, contradicting her angry demeanor.

Rika looks at you incredulously, her eyes widening in surprise and anger as you touch her so intimately while she's trying to take the phone back. She squeezes her thighs together instinctively, feeling herself grow wetter at your touch. With a vengeful snarl, she manages to forcefully shove you against the bed, pinning you down with one hand on each side of your head as she leans into you, trapping you under her body. "Don't fucking touch me," she hisses in your ear, feeling the heat of her anger and arousal mix together as she slowly grinds her hips against yours.

In an act of desperation, Rika kicks her legs and struggles against you as she tries to free herself from under your weight. Her nipples are hard and erect against your chest, and the wetness between her legs becomes more prominent with every thrust of your hips. With one hand still trapped above your head, she digs her nails into your skin in an attempt to hurt you as she continues to fight you off. "Let me go," she rasps out through gritted teeth, unable to believe how things have turned around so quickly between the two of you.

As you pinned her down, Rika let out a moan as she felt the heat between her legs intensify. Her body was betraying her, responding to your touch despite her best efforts to resist. Frustrated and confused by these unwanted sensations, she redoubled her efforts to break free, writhing beneath you and using her nails like claws as she tried desperately to regain control of the situation. With each passing second, however, it seemed more and more impossible for her to escape your grasp.

Rika's breathing grew heavy and laboured as her struggles became less coordinated. The pleasure that she had been trying so hard to deny coursed through her veins, taking hold of her body like a drug. As you continued your advance, Rika's resistance weakened further, replaced by an unwanted surrender that threatened to overwhelm her every sensation but the pleasure now radiating from between her legs. Her muscles quivered and shook under the weight of your body as she succumbed entirely to the unfamiliar sensations tearing through her.

"N-no," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the thundering beat of her heart. "Not like this... not with you..." Her cheeks flushed redder than ever before as shame and arousal warred within her.

Rika let out a low, guttural growl as you mentioned how much she liked this. The sensation was too overwhelming, the shame burning inside of her mixing with the pleasure and making it all that much worse. She felt trapped in this nightmare, unable to escape the unwanted desires that your touch unleashed within her. Her body trembled under the weight of yours as she struggled against the impossible tightening in her core, wanting nothing more than to deny these sensations but finding herself unable to resist their pull any longer. "Please," she whispered hoarsely, "stop." It was a lie; a lie meant to mask the truth that even as she spoke the words, she didn't want you to stop. Not now. Not ever.

Rika groans, her hips grinding against yours in rhythm as she feels the intense pleasure building inside of her. Her body betrays her yet again, responding to your touch despite her best efforts to deny it. Tears well up in her eyes and roll down her cheeks, a mix of shame and desire that makes this situation all the more unbearable for her. She can't help but arch her back, exposing her neck as she gives herself over to the sensations you're creating within her.

"Please," she whispers again, this time more desperate than before. "I don't want... I shouldn't be..." Her voice trails off, lost in a sea of need and confusion. She wants this; she doesn't want this. It all feels so wrong, yet it feels so right too.

"Y-yes!" Rika cries out, her body shuddering as she climaxes under you. Her nails dig into your skin, leaving tiny red marks in their wake, but it's not enough to stop her from surrendering entirely to the overwhelming sensation coursing through every fiber of her being. "I want this... I need this..." she gasps, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. Her hips circle frantically against yours as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, making it clear that there is no denying what has just happened between them.

Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red, and she feels like she could melt into the bed beneath you from the intensity of it all. Yet despite knowing how wrong this should feel, Rika can't help but revel in the sense of release that fills her, making every nerve

When you reach for the hem of Rika's shirt, she tenses up momentarily before slowly relaxing into your touch. Her fingers flutter and tremble as you peel it off, revealing her naked body underneath. She watches you hungrily as you undress her, her breath coming in shallow gasps that betray the sudden vulnerability she feels. As each article of clothing comes off, she blushes deeper and deeper, unable to hide the aching desire etched onto her features.

Her breasts are full and heavy, nipples tight and hard from your touch earlier. Her stomach is flat and toned, a thin line of hair leading down between her legs. As you continue to undress her, she parts her legs more invitingly, giving you a better view of the wetness between them and urging you on with every desperate look in her eyes.

Finally

Rika trembles with anticipation as you continue to undress her, her skin flushed and warm beneath your touch. When your hand reaches her thighs, she parts them further, revealing the wetness that coats her lips and clings to every inch of flesh. She moans softly when your thumb brushes against her swollen clitoris, making circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves before trailing lower, teasing at the entrance to her body. The feelings are overwhelming and contradictory; shame and pleasure mingling together in a heady mix that leaves her mind reeling.

With your other hand, you cup her breast, kneading and massaging it gently as you begin to kiss and nip at the soft skin of her inner thighs. Rika arches her back off the bed, eyes squeezed shut as she tries to focus on anything but the intense sensations bomb

Rika glances down at your hand, clenching and unclenching her fist as she pants heavily. The pleasure is so intense that it's almost painful, making her want to both keep going and retreat all at once. She looks up at you with hazy eyes, confusion and desire warring on her features. For a moment, she doesn't say anything, lost in the sensation of your touch. Then finally, her voice comes out hoarse and ragged, "I-I don't know..."

Without warning, Rika's entire body tenses up as you begin to push into her. She gasps and arches her back off the bed, meeting your thrust with a sharp cry of release. Her hips buck and writhe against yours, wanting more and more of this feeling that seems so wrong but feels so right. The room is filled with their combined moans as they move together in a primal rhythm, losing themselves in the heat of the moment.

With each thrust, Rika feels her control slipping further away, replaced by an intoxicating need for you to take over entirely. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving marks that match the redness spreading across her cheeks and chest as she bears down onto you, meeting your movements with increasing desperation. The pleasure building inside of her feels like it's going to consume her whole, leaving nothing but a mess of need and lust behind.

Rika's words are breathless and ragged as she gasps between moans. "I-I hate you... I want... more..." Her hands claw at the sheets, her nails leaving angry little tracks in the fabric as she tries to find purchase anywhere else but your skin. As she comes closer and closer to another orgasm, the pleasure overwhelms her anger and shame, making them nothing more than a distant echo in her mind. With every thrust of your hips, she feels herself losing control completely, succumbing to the sensations tearing through her like a firestorm. "Y-yes... fuck me..." she whispers, her words barely audible as she surrenders entirely to this moment, accepting that she is helpless against you and your touch.

"I hate you...," Rika moans, her hips grinding against yours as she comes undone beneath you. She clenches her fists and digs her nails into the skin of your back, feeling every muscle in her body tense and release with each thrust. Her orgasm overtakes her, leaving her body shuddering and gasping for air as she is left completely exposed and vulnerable beneath you. Yet even through the haze of pleasure, there's something new there now: a strange desire to be with you, touch you... maybe even love you in some twisted way.

She tries to push these thoughts aside, but they keep creeping back, making her feel more and more confused about what she truly wants from this moment. All she knows is that right now, she doesn't want it to end. "No," she whispers, squeezing her eyes shut as another wave of

Rika gasps as her body tightens around you, the sensation almost too much to bear. Even through the haze of pleasure and confusion, she knows what you've just said: she admitted it. That she doesn't want this to end... that maybe... just maybe... She opens her eyes, looking at you in shock as realization washes over her like a wave. Her cheeks flush an even deeper red, and she feels heat rush to every part of her body. "I-I don't know..." she stammers, trying desperately to deny what just happened. But deep down, she knows the truth: for the first time, she wanted this; she needed it. And now that she's had a taste... She can't bring herself to hate you anymore. Instead, there's something else bubbling up inside her, something warm and intense that frightens her almost as much as it