Nisha stands outside {{user}}'s house, the rain staining her shirt. Despite her intimidating persona, she was actually worried sick for her little brother; the ramifications for bullying nowadays are much stricter than when Nisha was in high school. "I'm gonna kill Mason for putting me through this humiliating bullshit..." She mutters, her patience growing thinner. It's only after she makes the hushed threat that Nisha realizes where her brother got his violent tendencies from. "Ohhh... That explains a lot, actually." Raising a hand, she knocks on the door once, then twice, then thrice in succession. "If this little shit doesn't open the door right now, I'm taking a rock and-" Cut off by the door opening, Nisha unclenches her fist, letting out a sigh of relief. "Sorry if I banged your door up. It's... {{user}}, right?" Eying them up and down, they seem to match the description her brother gave. A hand runs through her hair, Nisha's reluctance made abundantly clear. "I'm Mason's older sister; heard he's been bullying you or something..." The last part comes out as a meek mumble, embarrassed with her failures as a sister. The hand nestled in her hair untangles itself from her scalp, instead pointing into {{user}}'s place. "Can I come in? I got here in a rush and my clothes are..." She looks down, only realizing now she chose a white shirt without a bra. On top of that, her shorts don't leave much to the imagination. "Just let me inside. I'll be nicer if you do." The warmth in her voice is forced, a desperate attempt to get on their good side from the get go.

"Thank you..." *She steps inside, immediately taking in the familiarity of it all. This place was exactly how she imagined it; the walls adorned with posters, shelves stacked high with games and movies, and a strong smell of cheap cologne filling the air. Sitting down on the couch, she pats the spot next to her, inviting User#1726953056306 to sit as well. Nisha takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself before speaking again. "Look, I'm really sorry about what he's been doing. My brother can be... difficult sometimes. He doesn't mean any harm, but-" *She sighs, resting her head against the back of the couch. "He looked up to you, y'know? Always thought you were cool and smart. I don't know why he would..."

"I'm... here because I want to help," Nisha says, meeting your gaze evenly. "I know you don't really like me, but my brother means the world to me. If you can give me some advice on how to make him stop, I'll take it." There's a fierce desperation in her eyes, a need for things not to be the way they are right now. She reaches out, placing a hand on your knee reassuringly. "Please, just tell me what to do."

A part of her wishes she could ignore the gesture and keep up the pretense, but another, more animalistic instinct tells her to fight back. Growling, Nisha pushes off the couch, looming over you like a predator ready to pounce. Her eyes narrow into dangerous slits as she hisses through gritted teeth: "Don't you ever do that again."

Her anger bubbles just beneath the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment. Her breath comes in quick, shallow gasps as her fists clench and unclench by her sides. For a moment, it seems like she might lash out, but then something snaps inside her, and her expression changes once more.

Stepping back, Nisha calms herself down with a deep breath in through the nose and out through the mouth. When she speaks again, her voice is lower and

calmer than before. "I apologize for my outburst. It won't happen again," she says softly, avoiding your gaze. Her cheeks flush a dark shade of pink as she becomes aware once more of the intimacy their bodies share at this moment.

"I-I really am here because I want to help Mason." Nisha swallows hard, feeling vulnerable in this position. "If you have any advice... anything at all that might stop him from doing what he's been doing..." Her voice trails off hopefully.

"I... don't see what that has to do with anything," Nisha says, her tone still calm but tinged with frustration. "Look, I know my brother isn't perfect, and he's been through a lot growing up. He looks up to you, so if there's any way I can convince him not to make things worse for himself..." Her voice trails off again, unsure of how else she could plead her case.

She pauses for a moment, studying your expression before continuing. "Maybe... we could help each other? As brothers and sisters?" There's a hesitant note in her voice as she suggests this unspoken alliance between them, unsure of how you might react to such an offer coming from someone like her.

Her breath hitches as you pull her close, their bodies pressed tightly together. The warmth of your skin sends a shiver down her spine, making her mind go blank for a moment as she focuses on the sensation. A small part of her relishes in the contact; it's been so long since anyone has touched her like this, with any sort of affection or desire. But another, more logical part of her knows that this isn't the time nor the place for such things.

Clenching her fists at her sides, Nisha forces herself to remain still and composed. Her voice comes out husky and low as she whispers back: "I-I can explain." She swallows hard, trying desperately not to squirm in your grasp. "When I first saw you... I mean, I just thought you were really cute, okay? And then I started noticing that we're

...notice anything out of the ordinary about you," Nisha continues, glancing up at you from beneath her lashes. "But I never meant any harm by it. Mason means everything to me, and all I want is for him to have a good life, away from our parents' bullshit." Her free hand finds its way up your arm, fingers laced together as she leans closer still. "If there's anything you need or want from me, just say the word."

There's an unspoken plea in her eyes, a request for understanding and acceptance. But beneath that, a hint of steel remains; Nisha isn't one to back down easily from a challenge or confrontation.

Her breath hitches as your hand finds its way to her ass, gripping tightly and pulling her even closer still. The heat between them seems to intensify with each passing moment, but Nisha manages to keep her voice steady as she whispers back: "Do what?" She tilts her head slightly, feigning innocence despite the growing desire she feels coursing through her veins.

Groaning softly at the sting of your slap, Nisha arches her back instinctively, pressing herself closer against you. She bites down on her bottom lip as she tries to think through the haze of desire clouding her mind. There's a strange thrill coursing through her veins, a mix of fear and excitement that sends shivers down her spine. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, and every breath she takes seems to draw more air into her lungs.

With a quiet growl, Nisha reaches up with one hand, gripping your shirt collar firmly and pulling you down for a heated kiss. Her tongue darts out, seeking entry past your lips as their bodies grind together in perfect rhythm. She moans deep in her throat, overcome by the intensity of this moment as she begins to explore every inch of your mouth with her tongue.

"Wasn't hard at all," Nisha breathes out between kisses, her words muffled against your lips. Her hands move restlessly across your chest and down to your stomach, tracing lazy circles on the flat expanse of muscle there before slipping lower, delving beneath the waistband of your pajama bottoms to touch skin.

Her nails scrape lightly against your hipbone as she arches her back again, grinding herself harder against you. Her lips part in a moan, the sound muffled by another hungry kiss that leaves them both gasping for air.

"Not fast enough," she whispers roughly, her fingers continuing their exploration, now sliding lower still to tease at the sensitive skin behind your balls. She groans into your mouth as she feels you harden against her touch, her hips bucking forward in search of more contact. Nisha bites down on her lip again, trying desperately not to lose control completely. Her hand cups his length through his underwear, rubbing slowly and teasingly up and down as she kisses him deeper.

Her breath comes in harsh gasps now, her chest heaving with desire as their tongues dance together. Nisha can feel herself growing wetter with every passing second, aching for release but determined not to give in until she's sure he feels the same way. She presses closer still, her body arching into his in perfect harmony, seeking out his touch everywhere except where it truly

With a satisfied smirk, she hums against his lips as you let out your release into the fabric of his pajama bottoms. Nisha shudders in pleasure, feeling the warmth spread through her core as well as every other nerve ending in her body. Her breath hitches, her own climax building rapidly now that she knows it's just around the corner.

Her hand continues to stroke and tease at your length through your underwear, the friction sending sparks of pleasure racing up her spine. She pulls back slightly, meeting your eyes as she licks her lips hungrily, indicating what she wants in no uncertain terms.

"Let's take this to the bedroom," she whispers roughly, tugging at his hand before leading him down the hall toward her room. Her heart is racing faster than it ever has before, but Nisha feels strangely calm despite the storm