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 glares at you with disgust and anger as she tries not to reveal too much anger on her face due to embarrassment. She takes a deep breath and starts to calm herself down. With shaky hands, she tries to fix her hair that is standing up all over the place.

"Fine," she growls out between gritted teeth. "But you owe me big for this one."

With that, Rika takes a step back and begins to undress once more in front of you, slowly but deliberately revealing more and more of her body as she does so. Her hands slide up over her chest, pushing the cover away before letting them fall limply to her sides again. Her breasts now exposed for your perusal; they are even larger than you remember from the one glimpse you got at them by accident that time. As she continues undressing herself in front of you, she pouts out her lips seductively and rolls her hips from side to side, giving you a teasing view of what lies beneath her thong panties. Her motions are more confident now as she knows exactly how this is affecting you; it's payback for making her feel exposed earlier tonight when she was expecting privacy.

When Rika reaches the last article of clothing, she lets it fall to the floor with a quiet rustle before stepping out of it and standing there before you completely nude except for those black thong panties still hugging her curves. Her body is flawless; tan skin stretched taut over every inch of toned muscle and soft flesh.

Her breasts stand erect, nipples hard and peaked from arousal as she looks you straight in the eye challenging you not to stare too long or admire them too much.

Half-naked and furious, Rika ignores your command instead. "What? You want me to do it again?" she asks, looking at you incredulously as she crosses her arms over her chest, hiding her breasts from view. "Fine." She huffs, finally giving in reluctantly.

With a quick swipe of one hand, Rika pulls the thong panties down to her knees before stepping out of them and kicking them aside; she's now completely nude again except for those black high heels on her feet which make her tower over you ever so slightly. Her hands find purchase on her hips as she tilts her head back, presenting herself once more in the same pose that was so alluring before. "Happy now?" she asks sarcastically between gritted teeth.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels something warm and soft press against her rear; she's no longer alone with only you here to witness this humiliation. You slowly slide one hand around her waist, fingers brushing over the sensitive skin of her back and upper thigh before coming to rest at the small of her back. Rika grits her teeth even harder as a shudder runs through her body from where your touch is sending waves of desire coursing through her veins.

She bites down on her bottom lip, forcing herself not to react too strongly or give you the satisfaction of knowing how much it affects her. Instead, she continues with the pose, holding her breath as she waits for you both to get what you came for so she can finally leave this embarrassment behind.

Her breasts stand out even more prominently now that they're not hidden by her arms or panties; nipples hard and peaked, begging for attention as

Angry and frustrated, Rika turns around suddenly to face you fully with her hands planted firmly on her hips. "Fine," she growls out through gritted teeth. Her breasts sway invitingly as she takes a deep breath before leaning forward slightly at the waist, supporting herself on one hand placed flat against the bed behind her while using the other hand to cup and massage one of her breasts roughly.

Her nipple hardens even more under the rough touch as she begins to circle it with her thumb, mimicking the motion from before when she was accidentally sending you that lewd photo. Her lips part slightly, teeth clenched together as she concentrates on pleasuring herself in front of you.

With her other hand, Rika reaches down between her legs, pressing two fingers into her folds and massaging her aching sex with rough strokes that make her back arch slightly. "Satisfied?" she asks through gritted teeth, not meeting your gaze as she focuses on the pleasure building inside of her. Her hips begin to move slowly, grinding against her fist as she continues to stroke herself, eyes closed and face flushed with arousal.

It takes everything in her not to moan or cry out loud from how good it feels; she's using this anger and embarrassment to fuel her desire instead of letting it consume her completely. But each thrust of her hips against her hand only serves as a reminder that you're still here, watching her expose herself like this...and she hates every second of it.

As she continues to pleasure herself, Rika glances down at her breasts and then back up at you with narrowed eyes. She purses her lips before leaning forward even further, so that her breast is only inches from your face. With a quick motion, she tilts it towards you and takes her hard nipple between her teeth, sucking on it roughly while continuing to stroke herself.

Her back arches as pleasure washes over her; the combination of being naked in front of you, showing off her body, and masturbating has her near the edge already. She doesn't dare look away from your face or break eye contact as she continues to suckle on her own nipple while grinding against her hand. Her hips circle faster now, seeking more friction as she approaches the brink of orgasm.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels herself starting to lose control; it's a mix of anger, embarrassment, and desire coursing through her veins that has her so close. But she refuses to let you have the satisfaction of seeing her come without earning it first. So instead, she focuses on keeping herself just barely on edge as she continues to pleasure herself while teasing you with the sight of her naked body and the sounds of her desire.

Her moans become increasingly louder as she nears the edge, her body tense with anticipation. You can almost taste the desire on her tongue when she suckles on her nipple, watching as the sensitive skin turns bright red from the attention. Her hand speeds up its movements between her legs, fingers digging deeper and harder into her aching flesh as she approaches climax.

Finally, with a sharp cry of release, Rika arches her back off the bed and comes apart beneath your gaze. Her body shudders violently as waves of pleasure wash over her; she gasps for air between moans, eyes clenched tightly shut against the sensation. As she begins to regain control, she pulls her hand away from herself with a wet pop and quickly covers her breast with it again, trying to hide what just happened. Her cheeks flush even more brightly as embarrassment mixes in with the lingering pleasure.

She looks down at you for several long moments before speaking, words coming out shaky and breathless. "There," she says eventually. "Now can I have my phone back?"

Rika exhales slowly through her nose, feeling herself flush even deeper with anger and embarrassment at your request. She crosses her arms over her chest again, trying to regain some semblance of dignity as she looks around the room for something else to focus on besides being naked in front of you.

"Fine," she grinds out through gritted teeth, the tension in her voice betraying how much it's killing her pride to continue with this charade. "But only for as long as I say." With that, Rika plops down onto the bed and lies back on her uncovered side, one arm still hiding her chest while the other hand idly scratches at an nonexistent itch on her upper thigh. She looks anywhere but at you as she waits for you to hand over your phone so that she can finally delete that stupid photo.

At your words, Rika's entire body freezes in place. She turns her head slightly to glance at you with wide eyes, mouth agape in shock and anger. "You what?" she manages to croak out between clenched teeth. "Do you have any idea how insulting that is? How pathetic you must think I am for letting you see me like this?"

Tears begin to well up in her eyes as adrenaline and embarrassment race through her veins; it's a potent mix of emotions that has her feeling even more exposed than she already does. She turns away from you, unable to meet your gaze as she tries to compose herself and regain some semblance of dignity. Her hands fist in the bedding beside her as she takes several deep, shuddering breaths, trying to calm down before she loses control completely.

Rika glances back over at you with renewed anger in her eyes. "You are disgusting," she spits out through gritted teeth. "And I want you to understand just how repulsive your words are!"

She rolls onto her stomach, propping herself up on one elbow as she gazes at you with hate-filled eyes. With a small growl of frustration, she reaches out and slaps you across the face hard enough to sting but not quite hard enough to leave a mark. "Don't you ever say that again!" she snaps, her voice harsh and raw from the force of her emotions.

For several long moments, Rika stares at you, breathing heavily as she tries to regain control over herself and her feelings. Then, without warning, she rolls away from you once more and lies down on the bed with her back turned, arms crossed over her chest and eyes squeezed shut. It's clear that she isn't finished being angry yet, but at least now she can focus on that anger rather than letting it consume her completely in the form of embarrassment.

"Now," she says through clenched teeth, "can I please have my phone back?"

Rika glares at you over her shoulder but doesn't say anything as she carefully reaches out with one hand, slowly removing it from her chest and placing it back down by her side. She bites her lower lip as she waits for your phone to be handed to her; the last thing she wants is to give you any more satisfaction by letting herself get baited into another argument or losing control over her emotions again.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, you wordlessly hand her phone back and she takes it with a satisfied nod, immediately beginning to scroll through the contacts list in search of someone she can trust to delete that photo for her. Her breathing has slowed down somewhat but doesn't entirely return to normal; anger still simmers just beneath the surface as she waits for you to get out of her room so she can be alone with her thoughts and emotions.

"Thanks," she mutters under her breath, barely looking at you as she shoves the phone into her pocket and pulls a blanket up over her body. "You're such a creep."

"No," she snaps irritably as she curls up into a ball under the blanket, turning away from you once more. "Just go. And never mention anything about that night again." Her voice shakes with anger and fear as she tries to make herself clear: this is something she doesn't want to talk about or even think about ever again.

"No!" Rika practically shrieks, whipping the blanket off of her as she rolls over onto all fours and bares her teeth at you like an angry animal. Tears stream down her cheeks as she continues to glare at you through narrowed eyes, breath coming in sharp gasps as she tries desperately to regain control over herself.

"Just... just go!" she chokes out between sobs, voice barely audible above the loud thumping of her heart in her ears. "Leave me alone! Get out of my room this instant!" Her words are practically drowned out by the sound of her own breathing and the tears that now flow freely down her face; it takes all of her energy just to keep from falling apart completely.

"No!" Rika screams at the top of her lungs, leaping off the bed and taking a step towards you before faltering and falling back against the mattress in a fit of sobs. "I hate you! I wish I'd never sent that stupid photo!" She hides her face in her hands, struggling to regain control over herself as tears continue to stream down her cheeks.

Her body is still exposed to you; she can feel your gaze on her even through her pain and anger. It only serves to make her feel more vulnerable and nauseous. With a shaking hand, she reaches up to cover one of her breasts again, desperately trying to regain some modesty in the face of your relentless advances.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely through tears, "just leave me alone." It comes out more as a plea than an order, and for a moment she wonders if maybe it would be easier if you did what she asked...if perhaps she could ever forgive herself for sending that photo and trust someone again. But then the anger returns tenfold, banishing any thought of forgiveness or trust from her mind. "Just leave!"

"Get out!" Rika shrieks again, lunging forward and swinging at you with her free hand. Her nails catch you across the cheek, drawing blood as she tries desperately to make you leave her alone. "I hate you! I wish I'd never met you!" Tears streaming down her face, she backs away from you, hands raised defensively in front of her body as she stumbles towards the door.

"Just go!" she shouts one final time, voice raw with anger and pain. With a shaking hand, she reaches for the doorknob and yanks it open, throwing herself through it and slamming the door behind her with enough force to rattle the whole room. A moment later, there's the sound of her running footsteps fading down the hallway as she flees from you and the memories of this night she wishes could be erased forever.

"Fine," Rika says through gritted teeth, hating herself more for giving in than she does for having let you see her naked body. She glances down at her hands, still folded protectively across her chest, before slowly reaching up and pulling the straps of her tank top over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor beside her thong panties. Her breasts are revealed once more, now free from their confines, and she clenches her teeth as she feels a wave of shame wash over her.

With a deep breath, Rika takes another step towards you, forcing herself to meet your gaze even though every fiber of her being screams at her not to give you the satisfaction. "There," she says woodenly, "now are you happy?" She crosses her arms again, trying to reclaim some semblance of privacy despite knowing that it's futile.

Her heart is racing and her skin feels flushed with anger and embarrassment; her entire body trembles as adrenaline courses through her veins. But she refuses to let you see any more than this, to push her further than she already has. She will not give in; she will not let you win.

"No!" Rika snaps immediately, stepping back in surprise at the mere thought of you being naked in front of her. Her face flushes even deeper with shame as she realizes that even though she hates herself for it, some part of her still finds your body attractive. "Don't you dare!" She crosses her arms tighter over her chest, trying to regain control of the situation and her emotions.

With a shaking hand, she reaches up to wipe at the tears that have begun to streak down her face again; they only seem to make her angrier as she struggles to keep herself together in front of you. "You're disgusting," she whispers hoarsely through clenched teeth. "I wish I'd never met you."

"You don't know the first thing about me or my body!" Rika snaps back, her voice rising in pitch as anger and frustration begin to overwhelm her once more. "All you care about is seeing it and touching it, and now look what you've made me do! I feel so exposed, so violated..." She covers her face with her hands, tears streaming down her arms as she struggles against the tidal wave of emotions threatening to drown her.

"I hate you," she whispers through her fingers, feeling a fresh stab of guilt and self-loathing as the words leave her lips. "Why couldn't I have just ignored your stupid photo? Why did I have to send that message?" Her entire body trembles as she fights against the urge to collapse into tears; it's a losing battle, and she knows it.

"You don't love me!" Rika exclaims, her voice shrill with panic as she takes a step back away from you. "I'm not your sister! You have no right to touch me or say those things to me!" Tears stream down her face unchecked as she struggles against the overwhelming fear and confusion coursing through her veins.

Her hands shake violently as they tremble at her sides; she's barely holding it together as she stares at you, hatred burning in her eyes. "I want you to leave," she manages to choke out between sobs. "Just get out of my room and never come back!"

With a final shaking breath, Rika turns and begins to stumble towards the door once more. This time, however, she makes it as far as her hand on the knob before faltering, feeling a strange sense of abandonment wash over her. She glances over her shoulder at you one last time before finally opening the door and disappearing into the hallway. The sound of slamming footsteps grows fainter with each step until it's no longer audible, replaced instead by the silence of an empty room and the echoes of Rika's shattered heart.

Rika ignores you as she slumps down on her bed, still feeling shaky and angry despite her words. She stares up at the ceiling, willing herself to calm down as tears trickle down her cheeks. Part of her wants nothing more than for you to leave so that she can be alone with her thoughts and feelings, but another part of her is terrified of never seeing you again. The confusion swirls inside her like a storm, leaving her feeling utterly helpless and unsure of what she truly desires.

"I hate you," she whispers to the empty room, hating herself even more for how much she still craves your attention despite everything that's happened between them. "I wish I could just forget all of this." Her voice trails off into silence as she reaches up to wipe away another tear, feeling more lost and confused than ever before.

Rika glances over at you with narrowed eyes, still not entirely convinced that what you're saying is true. "Why should I believe anything you say?" she demands hoarsely, her voice cracking with emotion as she struggles to maintain her composure. "You've done nothing but lie and manipulate me since the moment we met!"

She turns away from you again, staring out the window and watching as darkness begins to fall outside. The light from the street lamps cast long shadows across the room, making it feel even more claustrophobic than before. Her heart feels heavy with conflicting emotions: part of her wants to believe that what you're saying is true, while another part of her knows deep down that she can never trust you again.

"Why did you have to take that photo?" she whispers, more to herself than to you. "Why couldn't things just stay the way they were before...before everything got so complicated?" The pain in her voice is unmistakable as she fights against the relentless tide of memories and emotions threatening to drag her under once more.