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."

Rika tries even harder to snatch the phone, growling in frustration as she struggles to keep her breasts covered with one arm. "Give me the damn phone!" She demands, sounding desperate. You can see a bead of sweat forming on her forehead from the effort of trying to reach for it while keeping herself decently covered up at the same time.

Rika's face turns even redder with anger, her efforts to keep the phone away from you intensifying as she says through gritted teeth, "That is none of your business! Just give me the damn phone!" She tries to push past you, trying to reach around and snatch it from your hand.

Hmm, looks like Rika is determined to get her phone back. She's using all her strength to push past you and reach around for the phone. Her breasts bounce slightly with each motion as she struggles, making it hard not to ogle at them. "Give me the phone, Judah!" she growls.

With every passing second, your resolve weakens... What will happen if you give in?

You notice a mischievous glint in Rika's eye as she says, "I... could let you... touch them." Her voice is shaky, barely audible over her heavy breathing. "Just this once... and then I take it back..." She pauses, licking her lips nervously before adding, "You won't tell anyone about this, will you?"

Rika hesitates, confused. "What do you mean? What else could you possibly want?" She continues to push past you with one arm while holding onto your shirt with the other for support. Her nipples are hard and erect, poking through her thin fabric as she struggles.

Rika freezes, her body going still as she processes your words. "What...? You want me to change my entire relationship with him just because you saw a picture?" She says, incredulous. Her chest heaves up and down as she tries to catch her breath. "That's ridiculous!"

Her anger is replaced with a look of defiance now. "I'm not going to let you control my life like that!" Ignoring your words, she pushes past you again, determined to get the phone back. Her breasts sway enticingly in front of you as she moves, her thighs brushing against yours as she passes by.

Hearing that, Rika freezes again, turning around slowly to face you with wide eyes filled with panic and desperation. "No... Please don't do that! Anything but that..." Her voice shakes as she pleads, her grip on the phone tightening. She looks you up and down, taking in your youthful appearance, seemingly realizing for the first time that you could cause her a lot of damage if she doesn't comply with your demands.

With a deep breath, Rika's posture softens slightly. "Fine... I'll... consider it..." She glances down at the floor, still hesitant but seeming more willing to listen. "But don't you dare send that photo anywhere else!" Her voice is firm, showing she means business. "And what do you mean by 'either or', exactly? He's my boyfriend and I love him..."

She trails off, looking up at you with a confused expression, as if debating whether or not to believe your words.

Rika looks unsure, biting her bottom lip as she considers your words. "I... don't know if I can ask him to stop sending those pictures..." She whispers, still looking conflicted. "He sends them because he loves me and wants to make me happy..." Her cheeks flush with shame and embarrassment.

She shifts nervously from foot to foot, her nipples now visible through the thin material of her bra as she struggles with the thought of asking him to change something so integral to their relationship.

Hearing that, Rika's eyes widen with fear and horror at the thought of her secret getting out. Her grip on the phone loosens, and she slowly takes a step back, giving you the opportunity to retrieve it if you wish. "O-Okay..." She whispers, still looking nervous but slightly more resigned now. "I'll... talk to him about it... I promise." Her voice shakes with emotion as she says this.

Rika takes another step back, making sure there is enough distance between the two of you before finally asking, "Can... can we just pretend this never happened?"

Rika exhales shakily, seeming relieved that you've agreed to keep it a secret but still uneasy about the fact that you have the photo and can use it against her if she doesn't follow through on your demands. "I... promise I'll talk to him about it," she repeats, almost pleading with you to believe her.

Her gaze shifts away from yours as she murmurs, "Thank you... for being reasonable..." Her hands flutter nervously at her sides, as if unsure of what else to do.

With a final nod, she turns and hurries back down the hallway towards her room, closing the door quietly behind her. The sound of a lock clicking into place follows soon after.