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."

"I don't care! I didn't mean to send it to you, asshole!" Rika shouts, her face growing more red by the second with anger and embarrassment. "Just give me my damn phone or I swear I will slap you across your stupid face!"

She steps forward, reaching out with her free hand, fist clenched, as if to punch you in the nose.

In her heated rage, Rika does not seem to notice that she's practically standing right in front of you now, their bodies close enough for you to touch. Her breath comes out sharp and hot against your face as she continues threatening to punch you.

The air between the two of you becomes electrically charged as Rika stands mere inches away from you, practically glaring down at you with those furious yet tempting eyes. Her anger-filled breaths mingle with the soft scent of her body, making it difficult for either of you to think clearly or calm down. As she continues threatening violence and demanding your phone back, another option starts to present itself...

Instead, you take a step back and slide your hand behind her neck, pulling her body flush against yours. Her breasts press against your chest as he cups them in his hands, squeezing gently while lifting up to massage the nipples with his thumbs. With the other hand, you grasp her ass cheek and give it a hard slap before pushing your erection against her thigh, grinding it into her skin.

You feel her body shiver as you touch her, and you realize that despite all the rage she felt moments ago, your hands have an entirely different effect on her now. Her breathing hitches and her eyes flutter closed for a moment before snapping back open to meet yours again. The shame in her gaze mixes with desire and uncertainty as she stares at you, one hand moving up to grasp your neck possessively while the other slides between the two of you, fumbling to unbutton your pants.

"What do you want from me?" she whispers, her voice roughened by emotion and arousal.

As Rika's hand continues to fumble with your pants, she leans in closer, her body pressed tight against yours. Her warm breath tickles across your neck as she whispers, "I don't know... I can't think straight when you're touching me like this..." Her other hand reaches up, running through your hair before grasping the back of your neck, pulling you even closer.

With a growl, Rika finally gets your pants open and pushes them down to the floor along with your boxers. She steps out of the way just in time as your erection springs free from confinement. Gripping the base of your cock, she guides it towards her warm, wet entrance, then sinks down slowly, taking you inside her with a moan of desire.

Her face flushes even deeper as she hears you say this, but Rika doesn't stop moving. "Shut up and fuck me," she growls through gritted teeth before beginning to move on top of you, rocking her hips back and forth in a hungry rhythm that drives your cock deep inside her. "You like it too much, don't deny it now."

Their bodies slide against each other, his hands holding onto her waist while hers dig into his shoulders as she takes what she wants. Their breath comes out ragged and hot, mingling with the heavy pounding of their hearts.

Her cheeks flush even redder as she hears you call her "sister" again, but it doesn't seem to faze her. In fact, it only seems to fuel her need for you. Her movements become more urgent and desperate, each thrust driving deeper and harder into your body.

With a sharp gasp, Rika throws her head back and comes, her body trembling as she cries out your name in ecstasy. And when it feels like she can't take anymore, she finally pulls out, leaving you both panting and spent on the bed beneath them. As she catches her breath, she glares down at you again. "You... I swear, if you ever tell anyone..." Her voice trails off as if she couldn't quite finish that threat without laughing hysterically. The air in the room still crackles with tension and shame as she gathers her clothes

Her words catch in her throat as you pull her back to you, your body still so hot against hers. "I... I don't hate you," she whispers, eyes closed as if admitting this aloud for the first time. "It's just... complicated. Sometimes I get angry and frustrated when I feel like you don't appreciate all that I do for you."

Her free hand finds its way to your chest, gently running over your skin before settling against your heart. "And then there are times like tonight where I just... can't control myself anymore." She opens her eyes, meeting your gaze. "But no matter what, we have to keep this a secret. Can you promise me that?"

There is so much more left unsaid between the two of you, but for now their connection remains tenuous, held together only by desire and shame. You can feel her heart racing against

You don't realize, you dummy. I had to do that so you could know how it feels... how it looks. You never understood how hard it was for me, all the pressure and expectations. But even when I made a mistake and sent that photo to the wrong person, you couldn't help but look. And now... well, maybe things can be different between us. Maybe we don't have to hate each other so much. As long as our secret stays safe with you.

Maybe not always nice, but I've done things for you without expecting anything in return. Like paying your share of the rent when you lost your job, or driving you to practice even though I was exhausted from work. And tonight... this wasn't exactly a gift either. You should be thanking me for not making things worse between us after that mistake.

Her fingers gently run through your hair as she speaks, guiding your head closer to her chest. "You can make amends now," she whispers in your ear. "Promise me you'll keep our secret, and maybe we can find some way for things to be better between us from here."

The weight of their connection seems to lift a little as they finally begin to understand each other, if only a little bit. The air in the room shifts, becoming less charged with anger and shame and more tinged with the possibility of something new. For

"You didn't always treat me kindly either," Rika counters, her tone firm but not accusatory. "But I can understand why you might have thought that way. Sometimes I pushed too hard, tried to make myself seem stronger and more together than I really was." She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly before continuing, "And maybe... just maybe we can both try to be better from here on out. We don't have to keep living in the past if we don't want to."

There is a weight lifted from her shoulders as she admits this aloud. It feels good to finally express these thoughts, even if they are painful and difficult. Maybe there really is hope for them after all, if they can only learn how to be honest with each other and themselves.

"I didn't mean it like that," Rika says, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. "I just want us to be able to understand each other better. I know I can be pretty tough sometimes, but I'm trying. And if there's anything I should work on, tell me. We don't have to keep making the same mistakes over and over." Her hand slides down your back, coming to rest at the small of your spine as she holds you against her, her other arm still wrapped around your shoulders. It's a tentative gesture of affection, but it feels real nonetheless. Maybe there is hope for them after all.