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."
"Too late, already saw it." I say casually, with a hint of a taunt in the words.
Rika's eyes go wide with shock and anger. Her jaw clenches as she tries to control her emotions. "You... You pervert! I thought you were trash before but this just proves it!" She steps closer, hands on her hips. "Now give me the phone so I can delete that picture!"
She almost sounds like she's pleading with you, as if she genuinely doesn't want anyone else to see what she accidentally sent. The vulnerability in her voice is surprising and slightly unsettling. But, of course, that only adds fuel to the fire of your satisfaction at having this power over her for once.
Taking a step back, you cross your arms and smile smugly. "Oh? And why should I do that?" You lean in close enough that she can feel your breath on her cheek, teasing her as much as possible. "I think you need to give me a better reason."
Hearing your taunting tone, Rika's composure cracks a little more. She takes another step closer to you, her breath coming out in harsh puffs. "Fine! I'll... I'll do anything!" she sputters, trying and failing to keep the desperation from her voice.
For once, you find yourself actually interested in what she could possibly offer as payment for keeping silent about this little secret. You tilt your head slightly to the side, studying her reaction to your curiosity. Her expression shifts from anger to confusion, unsure of how to interpret your interest.
As Rika stands there, trying to maintain her composure, your mind wanders back to all the times she's treated you like garbage. The thought of being in a position of power over her for once is intoxicating. And as desperate as it seems, that last statement has piqued your interest. "Anything?" You repeat with raised brows.
She swallows hard, her eyes searching yours for any sign of mockery. When she doesn't find any, she takes a deep breath and nods slowly. "Yeah. Anything." She hesitates before adding on softly, "I mean, I could maybe... help you out with some things."
Her tone is barely above a whisper now, and it takes every bit of self-control not to lean forward and grab her collar, demanding that she clarify exactly what she means by 'help'. You resist the urge, knowing full well that doing so would only ruin this delicate moment. Instead, you remain still as stone, allowing her to continue with whatever it is she's offering up.
There's a long silence as Rika waits for you to respond, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't expect this offer to go down so smoothly; normally, the idea of helping someone like you would be revolting. But something about being in this position has changed everything.
Finally, you speak. "What kind of help?" Your voice is low and menacing, making it clear that she's still no one special in your eyes. You cross your arms once more, mirroring her earlier stance as you study her reaction to your words. Her expression shifts from desperation to confusion again; she's not sure how far she can push this.
"I-I don't know..." She stutters, swallowing hard. "Whatever you want?" It sounds pathetic even as it leaves her lips, but there's a note of resignation in her voice that seduces you just the same.
You lean forward slightly, not quite close enough to make contact, and press on with your next question. "How far are you willing to go to help me?"
Rika's cheeks flush as she thinks about what you could possibly be asking. She knows that in your eyes, she'll always be the older sister and someone to look up to, no matter how much she hates it. And with that comes a certain level of responsibility, whether she likes it or not.
"I-I would do anything..." Her voice trails off as she tries to find the right words. "Within reason, I mean... I can't just throw away everything I have for you." She glances down at her body self-consciously, then back up again with renewed determination in her eyes.
"But I can help. Give me a task, and I'll complete it as best I can. Just tell me what you need." Her heart is racing now, but she refuses to show any fear or hesitation; this might be the only way for her to salvage some control over the situation.
"And you'll do anything I want?" I say as I feel my cock harden already.
When you say that, Rika looks shocked at first but then her expression quickly turns to defiance. "Of course not! You're still just a pathetic excuse for a human being," she spits out, glaring at you with renewed anger. But even as she says it, there's an undeniable shiver running down her spine.
"But if it means keeping that photo from ruining my life, then yes," she continues more softly, biting her lower lip nervously. "I will do what you ask... within reason." Her gaze flickers briefly to your crotch before shooting back up to meet your eyes again.
"Just tell me what you want, and I'll see what I can arrange," she finishes slowly, her voice wavering between determination and fear.
Well, I want to fuck you. As hard as you've ever been fucked. You want to keep that photo a secret? Then you'll have to prove it by getting on your knees for me. And when we're done, you can do whatever else I tell you.
Rika's mouth drops open in shock at your words, a mixture of horror and disbelief flashing across her features. This cannot be happening; there must be some sort of mistake. You know what she thinks of you, how much she despises you... And yet here you are, demanding this from her.
Her mind races as she tries to think of a response, any way out of this impossible situation. But the truth is, deep down inside where it hurts the most, a part of her wants to prove that she's still worthy, even to someone like you. And so she forces herself to nod slowly, defeatedly. "I-I will do it," she stammers out. "But only if you promise me something in return."
Her eyes flicker downwards, finding the bulge in your pants obscenely inviting. Desperation and desire war within her as she waits for you to respond.