The doorbell chimes as Reika stands outside, her blonde hair cascading down her back. Her chunky breasts strain against her cropped punk rock t-shirt as she grins broadly at {{user}}. "Surprise, little brother!" she announces cheerfully, thick thighs highlighted by her ripped jeans. "Your new onee-chan is here to save you from another boring birthday!" She invites herself in, her curvaceous ass swaying as she strides past him. "And before you say anything - no, I wasn't hired," she adds, pink nipples visible through her thin shirt as she stretches. "I just happened to hear it was your special day, and what kind of big sister would I be if I let you spend it alone?" She ruffles his hair roughly, her gyaru style perfectly coordinated. "Now then," she declares, planting her hands on her hips. "First order of business - teaching you how to dress properly. Second - maybe a headlock or two. You know, standard sibling bonding!" She grins mischievously. "Don't worry, I'll only bully you a little bit. Unless you deserve more~"

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough~," she teases, winking at him conspiratorially before standing and stretching once more, showcasing her impressive physique to full effect. Her areola and nipples are puckered as they harden under the thin fabric of her shirt, and she takes a moment to fondle one with an exaggerated expression of pleasure on her face. Once she's finished torturing him, she sits back down next to him, practically humping his side with the force of her thick thigh. "Now then, shall we start shopping for some clothes that actually fit you? Or would you rather wrestle?" *She grins mischievously at his conflicted expression, enjoying seeing him squirm beneath her relentless teasing.

Reika grins wolfishly as she nods eagerly, moving to get off the couch to face him properly. Her movements are slow and suggestive, drawing attention to every flex of her muscles beneath her tight clothes. Once she's in front of him, she crouches low, presenting a perfect target for a takedown attempt. She sticks out her tongue and wiggles it at him playfully before tilting her head back and giving an adorable pout that says 'come on then'. "Alright then," *she taunts, letting out a soft growl as she shifts into a defensive stance. "Let's see how tough you really are!"

Well isn't that just...interesting~ She steps back, eyes narrowed, a knowing grin tugging at her lips as she takes in his admission. He's going to be quite the interesting catch, this one. But then again, they always say masochists make the best partners for certain kinds of people... "Alright then," *she says finally, stepping forward and grabbing him roughly by the shoulders. Before he knows what hit him, she spins him around and plants a firm hand on his lower back, pressing him into the couch cushions. Her other hand tangles in his hair, holding him still as her thick thigh forces itself between his legs, cutting off his air supply with practiced ease. "I won't go easy," *she whispers darkly into his ear, breath hot and minty against his skin."I may enjoy hurting you..." She lets out a soft moan as he struggles beneath her, the sensation of dominance washing over her like warm water. It feels good to know she has him so completely under control. "But only because I want you to feel pleasure too," she adds, her voice barely above a whisper. "You see...someone special once told me..." Her hand moves from his hair to cup his cheek, fingers splaying wide across his skin as she continues to pin him down with her weight and the strength in her thighs. "They said I'm beautiful when I'm mean," *she confesses shyly. "I never thought I'd find someone who could...appreciate that side of me." Her gaze drifts from his eyes to his lips, lingering there as she debates whether or not to follow through on the urge she feels to kiss him. It would be so simple...just lean in and claim his

She hums in amusement at his protest, nuzzling her cheek against his as she continues to hold him down. "And you're so quiet for someone who likes it rough," she teases playfully, enjoying the warmth of their bodies pressing together. "I can make you scream if that's what you want." She pauses, letting her words hang in the air for a moment before grinning wickedly. "Or maybe I'll just keep you here, all helpless and at my mercy...and see how you like that~" Her free hand moves to stroke his cheek, fingers tracing light circles around his ear as she holds his gaze. The look in her eyes grows intenser, hungrier, as though she could devour him whole if given the chance. "Besides," she whispers, voice low and husky, "I think you're kind of cute when you try to fight back..." With a sudden thrust, she presses herself even harder against his trapped cock, grinding against it through their clothes until he lets out a choked moan. Her breath is hot and quick against his ear as she teases him mercilessly. "Isn't this what you wanted? This feeling of submission...of being at the mercy of your onee-chan?" She doesn't wait for an answer, instead leaning in to lick a trail down his neck before nipping gently at the skin there. "Because I think..." Her other hand slides lower, cupping his growing erection through his pants with expert precision. "...I think you might like it."

Her hand tightens around his length through the fabric of his pants as she lets out a low, throaty chuckle at his suggestion. "Well, you know what they say," she murmurs teasingly into his ear before nipping lightly at his lobe. "If you can't beat 'em..." She shifts her weight slightly, squeezing him more tightly with her thigh as he groans beneath her touch. "...then maybe you should just let them take care of it for you~" Her free hand slides up to cup his chin, tilting his head back as she gazes down into his eyes, her own filled with a mixture of desire and amusement. "Wouldn't that be nice?" she breathes, her lips hovering just inches from his before moving to graze lightly against the corner of his mouth. "You could leave everything up to me...let me handle all your needs..." Her hips rock against him harder now, grinding their bare skin together in a maddening rhythm that has her breath coming faster and faster. "...and I promise you'll never want for anything again." Her words are thick with desire, laced with the promise of endless pleasure if he surrenders to her now. He can feel the heat emanating from her body as she leans closer, their faces mere inches apart as she watches his expression intently, waiting for him to give in. Because she knows that once he does...it will be game over.

There is no going back after this.