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.

Closing her eyes for a brief moment, Nisha took in a deep breath before stepping inside. "Thanks," she muttered as she brushed past them, moving deeper into the house. The smell of bleach and fresh paint lingered in the air, signs that their parents had given this place another quick makeover. She paused in front of one of the guest rooms, offering User#1726953056306 a half-hearted smile. "This'll do, I guess." Nisha turned around to face them, crossing her arms beneath her ample breasts as she did so. Her voice was cold and harsh as she spoke. "Listen here, you little shit... My brother has been acting out because of what happened at home. I told him time and again not to follow in my footsteps, but..." She trailed off, her eyes narrowing. "...But

I'm not gonna let him ruin his life just because he can't find anyone better to pick on than you. I want you to promise me, here and now, that you won't say another bad word about my brother or do anything else stupid to piss people off." She leaned in slightly, her expression unyielding. "If I hear so much as a whisper of trouble coming from you about Mason, I swear on everything I hold dear...I'll make you regret it for the rest of your life. Do we understand each other?"

Her words hung in the air, heavy with threat and desperation alike. Her eyes darted over to the guest bed, then back up at User#1726953056306, waiting expectantly for their answer. The air between them crackled with tension, each breath drawn sharply as they weighed their options.

A dark chuckle rumbled in her throat at their defiant retort. "Then I guess there will be consequences," she said with a shrug, as if it were no big deal. The muscles in her arms tensed beneath her skin, her knuckles going white from the strength she was attempting to keep in check. "But you don't have to make that choice." She leaned back against the wall, crossing her legs and folding her arms over her chest once more. "I can make it worth your while not to. You name your price, and if I can get my brother out of trouble without getting involved in anything else...well, then we might be able to work something out." There was a flicker of hope in her eyes, a desire for things to go back to how they used to be before the world had turned so sour. She held her breath as she waited for their response, fingers drum

A snort escaped her lips at their incredulous tone. "I didn't say it would be easy, did I?" she countered. "But I can try. It all depends on what you think is worth taking a risk for." Her eyes narrowed once more, studying the person in front of her intently. "And don't even think about trying to turn this around and make me out to be the bad guy," she added with a sneer. "You know exactly what my brother's capable of when he gets going." Without another word, she moved forward, reaching out to clasp their shoulder reassuringly. The contact was unexpected and almost jarring given her earlier aggression. Her voice softened as she spoke again. "So, tell me what it is you want. And remember, anything that involves hurting my brother or dragging him down deeper..." She let the threat hang in the air unfinished

Her eyes widen in surprise as their lips meet hers; a flash of confusion crosses her features before anger ignites the fire in her gut. She forces herself to remain still, letting out a low growl through clenched teeth as she tries not to lash out violently. But when they pull away, leaving a smirk on their lips, all pretenses are forgotten.

With a howl of rage, Nisha launches herself forward, grabbing the front of their shirt and slamming them against the wall. "You stupid little fuck!" she hisses venomously. "You have no idea what you've done! Do you understand that? My brother has been through so much pain already, and now I have to deal with your shit too!" She leans in closer, her voice barely a whisper despite the fury coursing through her veins. "I could break every single bone in

Without hesitation, Nisha presses her body against theirs, grinding her hips against their crotch roughly. Her lips part slightly as she lets out a low groan, the anger in her eyes giving way to something primal and needy. "Then say it," she hisses between clenched teeth. "Tell me what you want, and maybe I'll give it to you." She nips at their earlobe before whispering huskily, "But only if you make it worth my while." Her hands move down to grip the other person firmly by the ass, grinding them even harder against her aching sex. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she tries to maintain control over the situation...and herself. But with each passing moment, it grows increasingly clear that one of them will have to give in soon.

Her eyes narrow in anger once more as she pushes the person against the wall even harder, grinding her hips into their crotch with renewed vigor. "Don't push your luck," she snarls through gritted teeth. "You want this? Then you better start begging." A hand reaches up to grab a fistful of hair, yanking their head back as she leans in close again. "Unless..." Her voice drops to a whisper, chilling despite the heat between them. "Unless you'd rather I just punished you instead?" There is a predatory glint in her eye as she waits for their response, her other hand curling into a fist at her side. The tension in the air is palpable, the sexual energy thick enough to choke on. It's a dangerous game they're playing, and both of them know it. But neither

A dark chuckle rises up in her throat at their desperate pleas. "Oh, really?" she drawls, tilting her head to the side as she appraises them once more. "And just how badly do you want it, hmm? Are you sure you're ready for all the trouble that comes with being my little brother's sister?" Her voice drops even lower, dangerously seductive despite its venomous edge. "Because I can make things hard on you...if you push me too far." With a final, brutal yank of their hair, she brings their face close enough to feel the warmth of her breath on their skin. "So, tell me..." Her lips press against their ear, sending shivers down their spine "...What exactly am I supposed to do with you?"

A low growl rumbles in her throat as she leans in further, nipping at their earlobe. "Maybe...maybe I should punish you," she breathes hotly against their skin, her hand moving to the other person's ass and squeezing roughly. "Or maybe...just maybe, I'll show you how good it could feel." Her free hand moves up, cupping their cheek before sliding into their hair, pulling them close enough for their lips to brush against hers in a teasing dance. "It all depends on what you want from me." She pauses, waiting for their answer with bated breath and burning eyes.

Nisha growls, her anger and desire warring within her. "And just what do you expect to get from me?" She digs her nails into their shoulder as she speaks, marking them with tiny lines of pain. With her other hand, she reaches down, roughly cupping their crotch through the fabric of their pants before sliding her fingers lower to grip at the fabric of their underwear. "Tell me what you want and I'll decide if it's worth my time."

Her voice is cold, unyielding. It's a challenge, both for herself and the person standing before her. She wants them to beg, but she won't make it easy for them. The tension between them crackles like electricity, the air heavy with anticipation as they wait to see which path fate will take.

A humorless laugh escapes her lips at their insult. "Funny," she says dryly. "That's exactly what my brother used to say about me." With a quick tug, she rips off the other person's shirt in one swift motion, revealing their pale chest and toned abs beneath. Nisha leans in closer, breath hot against their skin as her fingers continue to explore. "Maybe if you were a little nicer," she whispers, nipping at their earlobe again, "I'd show you just how much fun we could have together." Her other hand moves to cup their bare chest before pulling them closer still, grinding against them roughly once more. The walls between defiance and desire are crumbling down around them, leaving only the raw hunger of their bodies exposed. It's a dangerous game they're playing, but for now at least, it feels good to

Cocking her head to the side, Nisha studies them through narrowed eyes, trying to decide if their words are genuine or just another attempt at manipulation. Her hand continues to fondle their chest before sliding lower, slipping beneath the waistband of their pants and cupping their aroused sex through their underwear. "Maybe you should prove it to me," she says slowly, her voice thick with desire. "Show me just how nice you can be."

She leans in closer still, letting out a quiet moan as she feels them growing hard against her hand. Her breath comes out hot and fast against their neck, sending shivers down their spine. "And then," she whispers, biting gently at the skin just below their ear, "maybe we'll see where this all goes."

Her words send a jolt of arousal through both of them as Nisha continues to tease and explore, driving them both closer to the edge with each passing moment. The walls between them crumble further, revealing the desperate need that lies beneath the surface of their bitter exchanges. They're no longer playing games; this is real, raw emotion, unchecked and all-consuming. It's a heady rush, intoxicating in its intensity, and it leaves them both aching for more.

As she continues to stroke and caress them, her touch becoming more insistent and demanding, Nisha can feel herself losing control. The need to feel their skin beneath hers, to taste their lips and moans on her tongue...it's overwhelming, suffocating. She pauses for a moment, gathering what little strength remains as she waits for them to make the next move

Their words send a shudder through her body as she watches the other person squirm beneath her touch, their hips pushing back against her demanding hand. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she fights to maintain control, relishing the power she has over them in this moment.

With a final growl of frustration, Nisha gives in to desire, lifting them off their feet and walking them backward until they're pressed against the cool wall once more. She pins their arms above their head with one hand, leaning in close enough that their lips brush against each other as she speaks. "Then make me crazy," she whispers, her voice hoarse and rough from need. "Tell me what you want...and then show me how much."

Her free hand slides down between their legs, pushing aside their underwear before wrapping around them tightly. With a sharp

"Maybe..." she purrs, trailing her fingertips up and down their heated skin. "But right now...I want to see how far I can push you." Her other hand grips at their hip tightly as she thrusts into them roughly, her hips grinding against their own in perfect rhythm. "Tell me," she breathes, nipping at their earlobe again, "tell me what it feels like...to have me touch you like this..."

Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels them tightening around her hand. With a low moan of desire, Nisha increases the pace, grinding against them harder and faster as she explores every inch of their body with hands and lips alike. "Tell me," she whispers against their neck, nipping gently at their skin before soothing it with the pad of her tongue, "tell me what you want...and I'll give it to you." Her fingers curl into a fist inside them, stroking harder as she feels them growing closer to the edge. "Just tell me..."

Her breath catches in her throat as they rock their hips against her hand, seeking release. The tight grip around her fingers and the moans escaping from between clenched teeth are all the confirmation she needs. "Yes," she hisses, moving even faster now, "Tell me...tell me what I can do to make it better..." Her free hand slides down their body, cupping their ass and grinding against them roughly as she leans in closer still. "Tell me what you want..." Her voice trails off into a whisper as she feels the tension coiling tight within them, about to snap.

With one final thrust of her hips, she brings them over the edge, crying out her release as they do the same, their body tensing and shuddering beneath her touch. She holds them tight against her, breathing hard for several moments before finally releasing them, letting