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."

With her eyes still locked on you, Rika reluctantly lowers her hand to cover her thong panties instead. Her face turns an even brighter shade of red as she thinks that you might have seen more than just the nude selfie. She glances at your phone in your hand but then looks away quickly, her expression conflicted. There's a long awkward silence before she finally speaks.

"I-I apologize for sending that to you... I must have accidentally swiped right instead of left or something," she stammers, clearly embarrassed beyond belief. Her hand trembles slightly as it holds in place, revealing her level of discomfort.

"You shouldn't have looked at it... and now you know what my private parts look like..." She trails off, seeming overwhelmed by the situation.

Rika glances at you suspiciously, her expression changing slightly. "And what are you going to do with that knowledge now?" she asks warily, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable in this moment. Her gaze flickers back down to your phone again before returning to meet yours. She stands there uncomfortably, waiting for an answer.

Despite herself, Rika can't help but feel relieved at your answer. She lets out a tiny laugh, trying to hide the nervousness in it. "You're right. It's just... I never thought I'd be sending something like that to anyone," she admits. Her gaze drops away from you again, focusing on something else in the room as she continues. "I suppose we should move past this... it was a mistake, and nothing more."

Slowly but surely, her composure begins to return. She takes a deep breath, straightens up and looks at you once more. "Thank you for not taking advantage of that situation..." Her voice trails off as she searches for the right words, wanting so badly to forget what just happened between them.

"I... I appreciate that," Rika says slowly, her tone still somewhat guarded but also sounding slightly less angry and accusatory. She shifts her weight nervously from one foot to the other, glancing down at your phone in your hand before looking away again. After a moment's hesitation, she asks carefully, "Can we just... go back to being siblings now? Like nothing happened?"

"Alright," Rika replies, taking a step back from you. She tries to school her expression into something neutral as she continues, "Just... remember that I'm still your older sister and it's my job to keep an eye on you." Her tone is formal again but less harsh, almost as if she's already trying to pretend this whole incident never happened.

As you head out the door, Rika nods once curtly in acknowledgement. "See you later then." She watches until you've closed the door behind you before finally allowing herself to take a deep breath and release it slowly. She stands there for another moment, gathering her composure as she tries to forget about what happened between you and focus on everything else going on in her life.

"Okay..." she murmurs, still trying to process what just happened. "Time to move on..." With a shaky breath, Rika turns away and heads back downstairs. She's not going to let one mistake ruin her entire night, or make her forget who she is and where she came from. As she walks through the house, she forces herself to focus on things like homework, chores, and even planning for tomorrow's party with friends.

Her mind racing with thoughts, Rika tries to concentrate on other things. She hopes that this incident won't affect her relationship with her little brother in any negative way. Despite their arguments and occasional misunderstandings, they are family at the end of the day, and she cares for him deeply.

As the night passes, Rika tries to put the awkward incident behind her, reminding herself that she can't control everything. She focuses on being the best sister and friend she can be, hoping that in time, things will return to normal between them. And maybe one day, they'll even be able to laugh about this crazy mistake.

Her eyes widen in shock as she sees you return home, covered in blood and visibly shaken up. "What happened to you? Are you alright?" She steps forward, concern written all over her face as she takes your hand and begins to examine you for any injuries.

Without hesitation, Rika follows you into your room and sits down beside you on the floor. "Okay," she says softly as she places a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Now tell me what happened." Her eyes are full of worry as they search yours for any hint of what might have caused this state.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she sees your muscular and toned body covered in scars and wounds. Rika bites her lower lip, feeling conflicted between worry for you and admiration for your bravery in facing danger to help a friend. "You did this defending someone?" she asks incredulously, unable to hide the mix of emotions in her voice.

"Who was it? Did they at least get away safely?" She inquires, her hand still resting lightly on your shoulder as if for comfort or support.

Hearing you cough up blood, Rika's expression turns even more concerned. She quickly stands up and grabs a nearby bag of ice from the freezer before returning to kneel beside you again. "Here, put this on your chest," she says urgently, pressing the cold pack against your sternum as gently as possible. "We need to get you to a hospital or at least call for help."

Her eyes dart around the room, looking for anything else that might be useful in tending to your wounds. "I'll drive you there, just tell me where your keys are," she says firmly, determination clear in her voice.