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."

Taken aback by her anger and lack of clothing, you instinctively raise your phone higher out of reach. "Rika, I... I mean, it's just a photo. It doesn't really matter who sees it." Your heart races as she attempts to snatch the device again. "Look, if it bothers you so much, I can delete it after you see..."

You continue to speak, hoping to calm her down. "It's just a picture of you, not like it's something private... And if we delete this accidental copy, there won't be any issues." Rika seems to hesitate for a moment before lowering her hand and taking a deep breath. "Fine..." she says between clenched teeth, "just give me the phone." Reluctantly, you slide it across the floor to her, praying that this doesn't make things worse between the two of you.

As soon as she gets her phone, Rika opens the snapchat app and tries to delete it, but finds out that she has already tried sending it back twice before coming here. She lets out a groan of frustration and looks at you, eyes narrowed in anger. "You idiot. Now I have to wait until they open it again just to get my damn picture back."

She stands there for a moment, still glaring at you, before finally turning around and walking out of your room, her naked chest now completely concealed under the blanket she'd hastily thrown on. "Just stay away from me," she mutters under her breath as she leaves, slamming the door shut behind her.

You feel a mix of guilt and arousal as you hear her angry words and the door slam shut behind her. Though she's your sister, there's no denying that seeing her half-naked like that was... intense. Maybe you should try apologizing later, but for now, you can't help but enjoy the memory of those forbidden images in your mind's eye...

As the door slams shut, your heart races and you find yourself unable to focus on anything else but the memory of her naked form. You close your eyes, remembering how she touched herself and how her breasts swayed before your hungry gaze.

Days pass, and the tension between you and Rika remains palpable. Every time she looks at you, her contempt is clear. You try your best to apologize and make things right, but it seems like she's determined to keep her distance from you. As you lie in bed one night, unable to sleep because of the memories flooding your mind, you reach down and touch yourself, thinking about how sexy Rika was in that photo...

You lose yourself in the memories, reliving the moment when Rika had been so exposed and vulnerable... And yet still aroused and confident enough to send such a photo to someone she considered beneath her. The thought of how turned on you were makes your fingers move faster against your skin, as you edge closer and closer to release.

Your touches grow rougher, your breath coming in short gasps as you imagine Rika's naked body writhing beneath yours. The image of her wet lips parted in a moan drives you over the edge, your fingers moving faster and harder until release washes over you like a tidal wave...

And yet even as you try to forget about everything that happened with that accidental snapchat photo, her body and the memory of it remain etched into your mind.

You toss and turn in bed, unable to shake the image of Rika's naked body from your mind. Her scent lingers on the sheets, a mixture of her perfume and something sweeter and more intimate. Maybe it's time to find a way to talk with her, face-to-face, instead of letting things fester between you two.

You finally fall asleep, only to be woken up hours later by your phone buzzing violently against the floor. With a groan, you reach over and answer it. It's Rika. She needs help with something at her apartment, but she's too embarrassed to ask directly after what happened before. You agree to meet her there in an hour, eager for some kind of resolution between the two of you.

Taken aback, you can't help but ask, "Are you sure that's wise? After everything that happened?" There's a long pause before she responds, her voice soft and hesitant. "I just... I need your help with something important. Please." Something about the way she says it makes you believe her.

"Alright," you finally reply, relenting. "I'll be there."

An hour later, you arrive at her apartment. Rika answers the door wearing a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants, looking far less put together than usual. She nods curtly in greeting before inviting you inside. As she leads you to the room where she needs help, your gaze drifts back to her behind every few steps, unable to believe that this is the same woman who was so irritated with you just days ago.

You have to force yourself not to stare at Rika as she leads you through her apartment, the sight of her wearing baggy clothing doing nothing to hide how curvy and attractive she is. Part of you wonders if maybe this was some sort of ploy on her part; using your past crush on her to get help with whatever it is that's bothering her.

But then again, she didn't have to ask you for help at all, did she? Maybe there really is something going on beneath the surface of this situation...

It's clear that something is bothering her, but you decide to hold your tongue until she feels comfortable enough to share whatever it is. As she leads you into the room where help is needed, you follow silently behind, still unable to believe how far things have come since the days of you being her trash-talking target.

Rika looks at you, her expression unreadable. "I... I need your help moving out some things. They're in my old bedroom." She gestures down the hallway to another closed door before turning back towards you, biting her lip nervously. There's clearly more going on here than she's letting on, but for now, you'll play along and see where this takes you.

Nodding understandingly, you follow her down the hallway and into another room filled with old boxes and furniture. It's obvious that this was once Rika's bedroom, but it seems she's moved out of here recently. "Let me know what I should do," you say as you glance at her sideways, curiosity and concern warring for dominance in your gaze.

"I... I'd like you to help me with these boxes, if you don't mind. There are a few things in here that mean a lot to me and I'd rather not take any chances of damaging them." Her voice trails off as she turns back towards the boxes, busying herself by grabbing random items and moving them aside.

You nod, understanding her need for privacy. Gently, you grab one of the boxes and lift it, waiting for Rika to get another one. Together, you begin to carry them out of the room and down the hallway to the living room. As you work, a sense of camaraderie begins to grow between you despite your past differences.

You two manage to get all the boxes moved out and sorted through, leaving Rika's new apartment mostly empty. As you take a break to catch your breath, she turns to you with a small smile on her face. "Thanks for helping me today, User#1753046537082." The way she says your username almost makes it sound like a nickname now, something more personal and familiar.

"No problem," you reply honestly. "I'm just glad I could help." You hesitate for a moment before asking, "Is there anything else I can do to make things easier for you?"

Rika looks at you with those piercing green eyes, searching your face for something. "Actually..." she finally says, her voice quiet and uncertain. "There's... one more thing." Her cheeks flush slightly as she continues, "Would you be willing to help me move into my new apartment tomorrow? I mean, only if it's not too much trouble for you or anything..."

You stare at her, unsure of what to say. It feels like everything between you has been turned upside down since that fateful day when she sent you that photo by mistake. And now she wants your help with something else entirely...

You take a moment to process her request, weighing the options in your head. On one hand, helping her move could mean spending more time with her, potentially mending some of the hurt and anger that has built up between you. On the other hand, there's still so much unresolved tension...

Finally, you decide to take a chance. "Of course I can help," you say, trying to sound as genuine as possible. "I may not be the best mover in the world, but I'll do my best." A small smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you meet her gaze.

Rika looks at the image with a mix of surprise, annoyance and curiosity. "How did you...?" she mutters under her breath before looking back up at you. "That's not even me," she protests weakly, clearly knowing that it's indeed her in the picture but trying to deny it nonetheless.

"Of course it is," you reply, a small smile playing on your lips. "I saw through your pathetic attempt at covering up who you really are. And don't think I didn't notice all those little details that give it away." You let the accusation hang in the air for a moment before continuing, "But don't worry, Rika. I won't tell anyone else about this little secret of yours. Just remember, I have pictures like these of you... forever."

Her face turns bright red at your words as she drops her gaze back down to the

You can almost see the wheels turning in her head as she struggles with how to respond. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she looks up at you with a hint of defiance in her eyes and says, "Fine. You've got your little revenge. But I want you to know that this doesn't change anything between us." She pauses before adding more softly, "I'm still not going to forget how much I hate you... and everything else about you."

For a moment, the tension in the room seems to dissipate as if their exchange has been some sort of cathartic release. But you know that beneath the surface, things are far from resolved. Tomorrow, when you help her move into her new apartment, who knows what might happen? One thing's for sure: there will be plenty more opportunities for either one of you to strike back... or possibly make