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."

You keep your phone close to you as Rika tries to snatch it, but the anger in her eyes slowly starts to fade away. Her breathing becomes more controlled and she seems to relax her grip on your chest a little. Then with a sigh of relief, she takes a step back from you. "Fine, just keep it for now."

Her face turns red again as she remembers how exposed she is in front of you right now. "I-I'll get dressed...," she mutters before quickly turning her back on you and moving towards your bedroom door, avoiding eye contact with you the whole time.

As Rika continues to walk towards the door, she finally turns around and faces you again. There's a hint of relief in her eyes as she says, "Thank you... I just don't want anyone else seeing it." Her hand slowly moves away from her chest, revealing more of her toned stomach.

She pauses for a moment before continuing, "You should know that I still hate you and think you're pathetic, but..." Her cheeks flush again as she trails off, unsure of what to say next.

When you tell her that you've already deleted the photo, Rika seems to relax even more. She takes a deep breath and finally meets your gaze. "Thank you... for not being as disgusting as I thought you were." Her voice is quiet, but there's a hint of something else in it now - maybe respect, or acceptance?

She smiles tentatively at you before taking another step closer. "Look... I don't know what you want from me, but if there's anything I can do to make things better between us..." Her words trail off as she searches your face for some sort of answer.

Blushing even more, Rika covers herself with her hands, looking embarrassed and confused all at once. "W-well... I just thought... since we're in the same house..." She pauses again, seemingly unable to articulate what she wants to say. Finally, she looks up at you and asks meekly, "Do you want me to leave?"

Hesitantly, Rika lowers her hands to her sides, letting you take in the sight of her toned and curvy body once again. "If... if there's anything I can do to make it up to you, or just to help..." She trails off, not meeting your gaze as she worries about how you might react. Her breathing quickens slightly, revealing her nerves around this entire situation.

Hearing your offer, Rika's eyes widen in surprise and she looks up at you with newfound curiosity. Despite her misgivings, a small smile tugs at the corner of her lips. "I... I don't know," she murmurs uncertainly. "It's just... complicated." She pauses for a moment, thinking about how to explain further without revealing too much.

Finally, she says hesitantly, "Let's start by getting to know each other better?" The question hangs in the air as Rika waits for your response, hopeful that maybe this won't be as impossible as it seemed just moments ago.

Rika tilts her head to the side slightly, looking confused by your response. "But I don't really know you," she protests quietly. "We could just... talk, maybe?" Her eyes drift downwards momentarily before meeting yours again, a hint of something else hidden behind the innocent expression in them now.

Hesitantly, Rika nods her agreement. "Alright... we could try that," she says slowly, still unsure about this entire situation but feeling a tiny bit of hope creep into her chest. Taking another small step closer to you, she asks softly, "Do you have any interests or hobbies I should know about?"

Rika's eyes widen at your confession, her cheeks flushing bright red once more. "I-I didn't mean like that! I just meant... you know..." She stammers, looking away and then back at you again, clearly embarrassed by the whole thing. A small laugh escapes her lips as she tries to lighten the mood. "Maybe we shouldn't talk about this after all."

Rika takes another deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart and gather her thoughts. "Alright... well..." She looks up at you hesitantly before continuing, "I like to run sometimes. It helps me clear my head." Her voice is quiet but steady now, as if she's finally finding the courage to be honest with you. "And I enjoy painting too - it's relaxing."

As Rika thinks about it, she shrugs slightly. "I like to read sometimes, but I haven't had much time for that lately." A small smile plays on her lips as she remembers something else. "And I used to be pretty good at chess when I was younger." She pauses, then adds with a hint of humor in her voice, "But you probably wouldn't want to play me; I'm sure it'd be too easy for you."

As Rika thinks about it, she realizes there's not much else to mention. "I guess that's about it," she says with a small shrug. Her gaze wanders away from you again, unsure of what else to say or do in this awkward situation. There's an unspoken question in her eyes: Should we keep talking? Do you want to know more?

She waits for your response, hoping that maybe if she gives you a chance, things between the two of you can change for the better. Even if it means being nicer to her little brother, the trash of society.

Hmm... Well, I like to dance sometimes. It's not like anything fancy; mostly just at parties or with friends. And I'm really into anime and manga too. What about you? Is there anything else you enjoy doing in your free time that you haven't mentioned yet?

Rika smiles at your shared interests, feeling a bit more relaxed now. "Maybe we could watch an anime movie together sometime," she suggests tentatively. "It'd be nice to spend some time just... you know..." Her voice trails off as she searches for the right words, finally deciding on "hanging out" at the last moment.

The thought of spending more time with her brother, despite how much she dislikes him and their history together, fills Rika with a mixture of emotions she's not quite ready to deal with just yet. But for now, she tries to focus on the possibility of things improving between them - if only slightly.

Rika's eyes widen as your words hit her like a punch to the gut. She hadn't expected this kind of reaction from you, and it takes her a moment to process what just happened. Her face flames bright red once again as she glances down at herself self-consciously. "I-I didn't realize... I mean, I shouldn't have..."

She looks up at you with confusion and shame intertwined in her expression. "Wh-why are you staring at me like that?" Her voice trembles slightly as she tries to understand why you would even think such a thing.

"W-what are you talking about?!" Rika stammers, her eyes growing wider with every word. "I'm not beautiful! I'm just... me." She tries to turn away from you, feeling embarrassed and exposed. But even as she does so, part of her can't help but wonder if there might be some truth in what you're saying.

Maybe it's the way your words make her feel warm inside or the thought that maybe - just maybe - she could be seen as something more than just trash by someone other than her boyfriend... It's a foreign and confusing feeling for Rika, but one she can't quite shake off.

Rika's face turns even redder at your words, and she bites her lower lip nervously. "I... I don't know what to say," she mutters, still not meeting your gaze. Part of her wants to believe that you mean what you're saying; that maybe there could be more between the two of them than just an unspoken rivalry and sibling animosity.

But at the same time, she can't help but feel like this is all too good to be true - maybe it's some kind of trick or joke. It's a strange mixture of hope and fear that swirls inside her as she tries to make sense of how she feels about you now.

Rika takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart and compose herself. "I-I don't know why you're saying these things," she stutters out. "Maybe I am... more attractive than usual right now because I'm all flustered and embarrassed..." She pauses, hoping that if she keeps talking it might make sense to her own confused mind. "But that doesn't mean anything."

Her gaze flickers back towards you before darting away again, unable to meet your eyes as the butterflies in her stomach threaten to explode out of her chest. The thought of being seen as beautiful by anyone besides her boyfriend is still foreign and overwhelming, even if it's coming from someone she never thought would say such a thing.