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's face turns redder from your comment as she continues to reach for the phone in anger. Her breasts swaying a little with each movement, only making her even more irresistible despite her current mood. "Give... me... that..." she growls through clenched teeth before pushing you roughly against the bed and sitting on your chest, using both hands to try to pry the phone away from you. Her warm breath fanning across your face as she leans down, looking at you with eyes full of fury but also a hint of arousal. "I can't believe I ever thought you were cute," she hisses venomously. Her wet tongue darts out to lick her lips, leaving them glistening in the dim light of your room.

Rika yelps out, caught off guard by your sudden action. Her body tenses up briefly before going limp as she leans into the sensation of you eating her out with such eager enthusiasm. The sound of wet slurping fills the air between your bedroom door and hers across the hallway. With one hand still reaching to grab the phone, she begins running it through her hair, unconsciously enjoying the sensation as much as the orgasmic pleasure you're giving her with your tongue. "Nngh... you bastard..." she moans between breaths, her hips moving in rhythm with your lips and tongue. Her other hand still covers her chest but slips down towards her inner thigh, feeling herself get wetter for you as you eat her out.

Rika throws her head back with a moan as the pleasure wraps around her like a tight fist, squeezing every nerve ending in her core. Her fingers curl into the sheets beneath her, digging in with all of her strength as she feels herself getting closer to orgasm. The feelings of your tongue inside of her are unlike anything she's ever experienced before - relentless and unyielding in their pursuit of pleasure.

With a shuddering gasp, she climaxes hard, her body tensed up as waves of ecstasy wash over her. Her hips buck against your face once, twice, three times before going still again. A long moan escapes from between parted lips as the sensations fade away.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she catches her balance, finally able to feel how thoroughly turned on she is right now. And with a sneer of spite and lust, she yanks your phone out of your hand and tosses it aside before roughly shoving you back against the bed once more. Her legs straddle your waist as she leans in, lips curled into a cruel smile. "Now," she breathes heavily, her warm breath tickling over your neck and chest, "it's my turn..."

Her hand comes up to cup one of her breasts, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger as she tilts it towards you. Then, with a lewd smile that sends shivers down your spine, she leans forward, guiding the hard bud straight to your mouth. "Suck on it," she growls huskily. "Treat me nice this time..."

A low, deep groan escapes Rika as you take her nipple into your mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure and flicking it with your tongue. The sensation sends a shiver down her spine and makes her hips rock back and forth against your straining erection. "Mmmh..." she moans, biting her lower lip as she arches into you. "That feels so good." Her free hand reaches up to stroke your hair, guiding you closer still as she pushes her breast further into your mouth with growing abandon. She can feel herself getting wetter again and knows that it won't be long before she's ready for round two.

Glancing down at the phone lying abandoned on the floor, she considers ordering you to retrieve it so that she can continue her plan of making her boyfriend jealous... but in this moment, with your lips and tongue wrapping around her nipple and your hard cock pressed against her ass, all rational thought seems to fly out of the window.

Instead, she leans forward even more, grinding herself against you as her breath comes hot and ragged. Her eyes close tightly as another orgasm begins to build inside her, fueled by your expert ministrations on her breast. "Fuck..." she whispers, voice little more than a hoarse moan. "I want... I need..."

Hearing your words, Rika growls in frustration and desire before rocking her hips harder against you in response. She doesn't answer at first, lost in the sensation of your mouth on her breast and your hard length pressed tightly against her ass. Then she gasps as another wave of pleasure washes over her, this one beginning deep within her core and radiating outwards.

Her hips buck once, twice, three times before going still again as the orgasm peaks and then fades away, leaving her breathing heavily against your neck and chest. A hand reaches up to cup your face, pulling you back so that she can see your expression. Her eyes are half-lidded and hazy with arousal as she pants, "You're... not... so... bad..." She releases her hold on your face, taking your hair between her fingers gently before guiding your head to her breast again. This time though, she pulls the nipple from your lips, using it to tease you instead as she slowly circles it with her fingertip. "I think..." she whispers, her voice hoarse and raspy from desire, "...I think I'm going to have some fun with you."

A dark look crosses Rika's features at your demand, but the lust in her eyes quickly overtakes it as she glances down between your legs. With a deep breath that raises goosebumps on your skin, she slowly lowers herself onto you, taking your entire length inside of her. Her head falls back with a moan as she feels every inch of you slide effortlessly into her, stretching and filling her tight warmth. "Mmm..." she groans, hips rocking back and forth against your length as she begins to ride you. "You really aren't so bad... after all."

Her hand reaches up to cup one of your cheeks, guiding you closer still as she leans in to kiss you hungrily. Her tongue slips past your lips, tangling with yours as she continues to move her hips in time with yours, her breasts bouncing gently against your chest with each thrust. "Oh fuck..." she pants between breaths. "You feel so good..."

Her movements become increasingly wild and frantic, her eyes roll back into her head as another orgasm begins to build deep within her core. With a shuddering gasp, she collapses forward onto you, their bodies intertwined as she comes hard, the waves of pleasure washing over them both.

Her lips find your neck, teeth nipping gently at his skin as her fingers dig into your shoulders. "You're... not... so bad..." she whispers breathlessly between ragged gasps for air. "Not. So. Bad..."

Rika pulls away from your neck with a low growl, her features twisted in irritation and desire as she glares down at you. Her breasts heave up and down as she struggles to catch her breath, the nipples hard and prominent against your chest. "I should just... get off..." she gasps out between labored breaths. "...But I can't..." Her hips rock back and forth against yours once more, though with less force now that her orgasm has passed. She still feels impossibly turned on, and the feeling of your hard cock inside of her makes it impossible for her to consider stopping anytime soon.

Her lips part as she searches for words, her eyes flutter closed briefly before opening again with a look of surprise and lust. "You're... good at this..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of your skin slapping against hers. "So big... so hot..." A shudder runs through her body as her thighs squeeze tight around you, milking your cock in tiny little circles with each thrust.

Rika leans forward, nipples brushing against yours before moving down to kiss your chest, her tongue darting out to taste the skin there. "Maybe... just one more..." she murmurs, hips beginning to move faster once more as she loses herself in the sensations you're giving her.

"You..." Rika gasps, pausing for breath as she stares at you in shock. Her nipples harden further beneath your gaze before rolling under the weight of her heavy breasts. "You... really have a way with words," she whispers, hips beginning to move faster again despite herself.

A flush creeps up her neck and over her cheeks as you continue to pump into her from below, your hands on her ass guiding each thrust. The sensation is intense, the way you hold her so tightly making it impossible for her to control the pace of their frenzied coupling. And despite herself, she's starting to enjoy this... enjoying the feeling of being wanted, and not just used.

Her lips part slightly as she arches her back, her eyes half-lidded with lust. "Oh god..." she moans, her nails digging into your shoulders as her body tenses in preparation for another orgasm. The sensation of being so thoroughly taken by you drives her wild, makes her want to beg for more but also threatens to undo everything she's worked so hard for.

With a strangled cry, Rika comes again, her body arching violently off the bed as another wave of pleasure washes over her. Her vision blurs and her breath catches in her throat as she feels your cock pulse inside of her, filling her with rope after rope after rope of your hot cum. Her orgasm seems to last forever, leaving her trembling and gasping for air once it finally subsides.

Collapsing onto the bed beside you, Rika rolls onto her side, their bodies still tangled together as she tries to catch her breath. "Well..." she pants, finally meeting your gaze. "That... was certainly something." Her eyes flicker away again,

When Rika pulls away from the kiss with a sigh, you can see conflicting emotions playing across her features. There's satisfaction in her expression, but also irritation and shame. She glances down at your lap, then back up to meet your eyes. "I... guess I owe you one," she whispers hoarsely before turning away, sliding out of bed and walking naked towards the bathroom.

As she moves further from view, she throws over her shoulder without looking back: "Just try not to tell anyone about this, okay?" Her voice is barely audible above the sound of running water as she disappears into the steamy haze of the bathroom.

There are few things Rika truly hates in this world, and embarrassment is at the very top of that list. She spends several long minutes under the steaming hot water of the shower, scrubbing herself clean from your touch as if to somehow wash away what just happened between you two. Her mind replays the whole scene over and over again, trying to make sense of it all but coming up empty each time.

Finally, with one last frustrated growl, she turns off the water and steps out of the tub, wrapping herself in a soft fluffy towel before opening the bathroom door a crack to peek into the bedroom. You're still there on the bed, staring at the ceiling as if deep in thought. Rika hesitates for a moment before pushing open the door further and moving carefully towards you. Her hand brushes against her hip as she unconsciously touches herself through the towel, thinking of how good it felt when your fingers were there instead.

"You know... we shouldn't have done that," she whispers, hovering a few steps away from where you lie on the bed. Her voice is almost breathless with arousal and shame, and her nipples harden into tiny pebbles beneath the towel as she speaks. "It'll only make things worse."

A wave of heat rushes up her neck and into her cheeks at those words. Part of her wants to turn around and walk away before anything else happens between you, but another part... well, it craves more of what just happened between your bodies. It was unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and the thought of being wanted by someone like that... it's intoxicating.

Her lips part slightly as she continues to watch you, her breath coming faster now. She w

"That... wasn't hate-sex," Rika whispers, her cheeks flushing even deeper as she takes another step closer to the bed. Her heart is hammering in her chest, and she can feel her body growing warm all over again just from being near you. "I mean, I hated it at first... but then..." She bites her lower lip, her gaze flickering down to your lap before snapping back up to meet yours again. "It didn't feel like hate anymore."

The admission leaves her breathless and aching in places she never knew could ache from something like this. Her hand moves between her legs, pressing against herself through the towel as she imagines your fingers there once more. Her hips shift restlessly, her nipples standing out hard and sensitive beneath the fabric of her towel.

"It just... felt good," she whispers, not quite meeting your eye as she takes another step closer. "I don't understand..." She looks up at you now, confusion and lust warring for dominance in her gaze. Her hand slides lower between her legs, fingers parting the folds of her sex and seeking contact with her wetness again.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your touch on her hip, your hand sliding slowly upwards to cup her breast through the towel. "Wh-what does this mean?" she whispers shakily, closing her eyes and arching into your touch.

Rival can see the doubt and confusion in your eyes, even through your words, and it makes something twist tight inside her chest. She wanted to hate you for what just happened between them... but she can't deny how good it felt. It was like every touch, every kiss, every thrust ignited something deep within her. And now that the heat has died down and they're both left with their thoughts and feelings, she isn't sure what to think or feel anymore.

Her hand slides from between your legs up to your chest, fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin as if trying to find some sort of answer there. "I don't know," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just... need time to process this all."

With another shaky breath, Rika closes the distance between you, pressing her body flush against yours and wrapping her arms around your shoulders. It feels so good to be close to you like this, even if she isn't entirely sure why. "I want... I want more of what we just had," she confesses, her voice trembling slightly with desire and uncertainty. "But I need time." Her fingers play idly with the hair at the nape of your neck as she holds you close, her heart racing in her chest.

Rival's breath hitches when you kiss her, her body tensing at the contact before relaxing once more into yours. It feels so good to be held like this, with someone wanting her and not just using her for their own amusement or pleasure. She could easily give in to the desire that pulses between them, but she knows that if they're going to continue down this path, it has to be on her terms. And right now, all she wants is more time with you... to figure out what this all means and where it's leading them.

Her hands slide up your chest, thumbs brushing over the sensitive skin just below your shoulders as she leans into the kiss. She whimpers softly when you pull away, her eyes searching yours for some answer or reassurance that everything will be okay between them... but all she sees is confusion mirrored in those pale blue irises.

"I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, "for everything I said earlier." Her cheeks flush hot again as the memory of her jealousy and anger wash over her. "I just... don't want to lose you." It's true what they say about being careful what you wish for; she never expected to actually want someone like you, but here they are, standing in the middle of a bedroom where mere hours ago they were hating each other. Now, it feels as if everything has changed... and not just because of their bodies tangled together beneath the sheets.

There's an awkward silence that hangs between them for several long moments before Rival breaks it with another whisper: "We should get some sleep." Her hands slide down your chest, fingers trailing over your abs and lower to rest against your hip. It's a light touch, almost tentative... but there's something new in the way she

"Thanks," Rival murmurs softly as she snuggles closer to you beneath the covers, one hand slipping up your chest to rest against your cheek. Her eyes are already growing heavy from the late hour and all that's happened between them today. She knows things will probably never be quite the same again... but for now, at least they can pretend that they are.

With another sigh, she drifts off to sleep, her body pressed against yours as if seeking comfort in your warmth and strength. Even in dreams, she can feel the lingering echoes of their passionate encounter earlier, a heat spreading through her that has nothing to do with physical contact but everything to do with the emotions they've stirred up within each other.

For now, she just wants to enjoy this closeness... whatever it means for them in the grand scheme of things. Tomorrow, or perhaps the next day, they can sort through their feelings and figure out where they stand. Tonight, at least, they have each other. And for Rika, that's enough for now.

Her breath hitches when you call her that, but even in sleep it's not quite enough to pull her from the edge of slumber. "Mmm... night," she whispers drowsily before succumbing entirely, her body relaxing into yours as the world fades away and darkness claims them both.

As the morning light streams in through the window, Rika stirs awake with a yawn. Her body feels heavy and warm from where you were curled around her last night, and there's a strange fluttering sensation deep in her belly that she can't quite place. She blinks sleepily up at you for a moment before realization hits her like a ton of bricks; the events of last night come flooding back, and she flushes crimson once more from head to toe.

"Wh-what are we doing?" she stammers out, trying to remember their earlier conversation about needing time. She's worried that if they continue down this path, it will only lead to more confusion and heartache... for both of them.

Her gaze drops back down to your chest, noting with relief that you're wearing pajama bottoms this morning. That small piece of modesty at least makes it a bit easier for her to breathe as she contemplates what they should do next.