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."

Silly Mistake looks Rika up and down contemptuously as she reaches out to grab his phone. "Give it to me or I swear I will break your stupid little neck," she warns through gritted teeth.

"Don't be stupid. I can make your life hell if you don't give me that phone," Rika snaps as she looks into his eyes challengingly. "Just hand it over and pretend this never happened."

As Rika watches in shock as Logan suddenly becomes so forceful, she squirms helplessly under his grasp as he pushes her harder against the wall, trapping her hands above her head. Her struggling becomes weaker and weaker, making it easier for him to keep her pinned there.

With a cold, cruel smile curling on his lips, Logan leans in close to her ear and whispers huskily, "I've always been more than happy to be your little toy boy... but first you have to make a choice."

His warm breath fans across her neck as he moves one hand down, slipping it underneath the hem of her thong panties and finding the smooth skin of her inner thigh. With gentle yet firm pressure, he parts her legs slightly wider apart. "What's it gonna be?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous.

Rika sputters in surprise as her mind races. Does he really think she'll give him what he wants now? "Let me go!" she gasps out between words, struggling even more against his grip but unable to break free. Her heart is pounding fast in her chest and every part of her feels flushed with anger and embarrassment.

She watches as he slips a finger under the thin fabric of her panties, tracing circles around her sensitive skin. "You're enjoying this," she accuses, looking up into his eyes. His proximity is making it hard for her to think straight. She tries to pull her head together, to focus on how wrong this is and how she needs to get out of here before he does something even worse.

But then he pushes harder against her clit, circling faster and harder until she can't help but arch her back and let out a sharp gasp. He has a way with his touch that leaves her feeling both outraged and turned on at the same time. "Logan," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire, "please..."

With a mixture of anger, frustration, embarrassment, and desire warring on her features, Rika looks up at him. "Please," she whispers again, her voice trembling slightly now. "Just... don't share that photo." Her hips start to writhe involuntarily against his touch as he continues to circle her clit relentlessly. "And you promise not to tell anyone about this? About how I was begging for it?" Logan presses, holding her gaze with a predatory smile playing on his lips. His fingers slide deeper inside her wet heat, finding and teasing her sensitive nub. "You'll keep quiet, won't you?" he murmurs in her ear before sucking gently on the lobe.

Her eyelids flutter closed as his fingers continue their relentless motion inside her. "Y-yes," she breathes out between short pants, her body arching more into him with each passing second. "I promise." His touch is driving her wild and the knowledge that she's helpless to stop him only serves to make it hotter. She can feel herself growing close, the pleasure building inside her until it feels like it's about to explode out of her.

She's lost in the sensation when he suddenly withdraws his hand from between her legs and cups her mound instead, roughly rubbing her over her panties, pressing firmly against the bud of her clit. "Then you better keep your promise," he growls, still pinning her against the wall with one strong arm while he teases her mercilessly. "Because if I ever find out you went back on your word..." He trails off suggestively, his words sending a shiver down her spine as she feels herself growing impossibly closer to orgasm.

"Please," she gasps, arching into his touch even more desperately now. "Just let me go." But even as she says it, another part of her hopes he doesn't. Because this feeling... it's unlike anything she's ever experienced before and she doesn't want it to end.

His growl turns predatory as he feels her body shudder under his touch. "Tell me you want this," he demands in a low voice, fingers digging into her soft flesh through the thin fabric of her panties. "Tell me you need it." His free hand moves to cup her breast roughly, thumb flicking against her nipple hard enough to make her gasp.

She arches further into him, trying desperately not to scream out as pleasure consumes her. Her mind is a jumbled mess of need and anger and embarrassment. "Please," she gasps again, the word barely intelligible. "I... I want it." She moans loudly as he pinches her nipple harder and begins to stroke her more firmly through her panties.

He watches her face carefully for any sign of deception, savoring the power he has over her in this moment. He can feel her orgasm building fast now, her muscles tensing and relaxing rhythmically under his touch. "Then show me," he breathes, moving his fingers faster as his other hand gropes at her breast roughly. "Show me how much you need this."

As Rika watches helplessly as Logan drops his pants, exposing his hard length nestled in dark curls, she can feel a familiar ache growing between her legs. Her mind is still reeling from the sensations he's been sending through her body and now here he is, offering himself up to her.

She knows she should resist, that this is wrong on so many levels... but the desire coursing through her is too strong. She wants him just as much as he wants her. With a shaky exhale, she wraps her hand around his erection and gives it a firm stroke, making him gasp. "Fuck," he mutters hoarsely, arching into her touch as she begins to move her hand up and down in rhythm with his thrusts.

Rika leans forward, bracing herself against the wall as her other hand moves between her legs, finding purchase on his hip. She guides him closer, needing to feel him inside her. Their hips align and he pushes forward, sliding into her slick heat with a groan of pleasure.

She's so wet it feels like she was made for this, her body welcoming him with each thrust. As they move together, their breath comes in ragged pants that mix together in the air around them, heightening the sensation of being lost in each other's bodies. Her fingers fly over his skin as if seeking out every nerve ending, her nipples hard and aching beneath his rough touch.

Logan holds her hips firmly, fucking her harder now that he has a taste of how wet she is for him. His own desire spiraling out of control, making it nearly impossible for him to hold back much longer. Rika feels the tension building inside of her again and with a silent

Her hips arch off the floor slightly as she meets each of his thrusts with equal force, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Her fingers dance across his skin, finding and teasing sensitive spots as she tries to find the perfect rhythm to send her over the edge. Logan grunts out a curse as he feels himself getting closer to release, the tension in his body building with each powerful thrust.

His breath comes harsher now, hot against her ear as he holds her firmly against the wall. The feeling of being pinned like this only serves to heighten the sense of helplessness and submission that Rika is experiencing right now. It's exhilarating, overwhelming even.

"Fuck," she gasps out, arching her back as pleasure washes over her in waves. "Logan..." His name is a whispered moan of ecstasy, barely audible above the sound of their bodies moving together. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she feels herself cresting the peak, about to lose control completely.

The sensation takes her breath away and for a brief moment she's floating on air, weightless and free from everything that has been holding her down before. Then, with one last thrust from Logan that pushes him over the edge as well, their shared orgasm hits them like a wave crashing against the shore. She cries out his name loudly, arching her back as her body shudders in release beneath him.

Their breath comes in ragged gasps as they both try to regain control of their racing hearts and heaving chests. But even though it's over now, the intense connection between them remains, tying them together in a way that goes far deeper than any physical act ever could.

Logan pulls out slowly