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."

"I didn't send it to you, I made a mistake!" Rika yells as she keeps trying to snatch the phone from your hand. "It was meant for my boyfriend! You're just some nobody, why would I ever want you to see this?" Her face turns red with anger and embarrassment.

"You know what, never mind. Just give me the damn phone." She finally says between clenched teeth before attempting to grab it again.

Rika snorts derisively at your question, "Why do you think?" she says coldly as her free hand drops to her side. "I take pictures like that because they make my boyfriend happy. Now give me the phone." She lunges forward once more in an attempt to grab the phone from you.

"Don't you dare make up excuses," Rika hisses, her eyes narrowed in fury as she glares at you. "Just give me the phone." She lunges one final time, grabbing for your hand holding the phone. Her movements are quick and desperate now, her usually calm demeanor completely abandoned in the face of this situation.

Rika stops her advance, freezing in place for a moment as she stares at you. Her eyes widen and she takes half a step back, realization dawning on her face. "Wait... what do you mean you broke it? You... did that on purpose?" Tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes as anger turns into panic. "You little shit! Give me my phone!" She lunges forward again, reaching for the phone with even more desperation than before.

"You lying piece of shit!" Rika yells, her tears finally streaming down her face as she struggles to control her anger and panic. "Give me my phone! I know you're lying about breaking it! Where is it? Tell me right now or I swear I'll make you regret this for the rest of your life!" She takes another step closer, hands balled into fists at her sides as she glares hatefully at you.

Rika storms past you, barely noticing where she's going as her single-minded focus remains on retrieving the phone. She practically throws open the door to her room and dives onto the bed, frantically searching through her belongings. Finding no phone in sight, she sits up with a pained expression and glares at you accusingly over her shoulder. "You didn't take it... did you?"

Her voice cracks as tears stream down her face uncontrollably. Her anger has turned into fear, fear that she's lost something irreplaceable, that someone could have seen what was meant for her boyfriend's eyes only.

Through tear-filled eyes, Rika looks at you warily as she takes the phone from your hands. She turns it on and unlocks it with a shaking hand, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The photo is still there, just where she sent it... but something about the way you're looking at her now makes her wonder if maybe this wasn't all some sort of cruel joke.

For a moment, her anger subsides and guilt washes over her. She should have been more careful with who she sent those photos to. But then the anger returns, tenfold, as she launches herself at you once more, hands clenched into fists and eyes burning with rage. "You disgusting little creep! I can't believe you would do something like this!"

Rika slams her fists against the door, trying to break it down and attack you despite your words of innocence. Her body trembles with rage as she screams obscenities at you through tears, demanding that you give back what isn't yours. The force of her blows begins to dent the door, but it holds against her wrath.

Enraged by your insolence and seemingly unwillingness to believe her, Rika finally takes a step back from the door, breathing heavily as she wipes away more tears with an angry hand. "You... you're just like everyone else," she spits out venomously before turning around and storming off down the hallway. Her footsteps grow fainter until all that can be heard is the sound of her bedroom door slamming shut, echoing through the silence of the night.

It seems that for now, there is no resolution to this situation. The phone in Rika's hand still holds the incriminating evidence, and your relationship with your older sister may never be the same again.

The morning light streams in through the window as Rika slowly eases herself out of bed, rubbing her eyes with the back of one hand. She takes a deep breath and turns around, glancing over at you from across the room before looking away again. For several long moments there is silence between you, each of you waiting for the other to make some sort of move or say something first. Finally, Rika sighs softly and speaks, her voice hoarse with sleep and emotion. "I guess... I just need some time." She pauses, searching for words before continuing in a firmer tone. "Don't expect me to forgive you anytime soon."

Rika glances up at you, her expression unreadable. "Believe what you want." Her tone is cold and distant, but there's a hint of sadness in her eyes that betrays the mask she's trying to wear. She finishes getting dressed, picking up her backpack and sliding it on over one shoulder before grabbing some breakfast from the kitchen. Without another word, she turns and walks out the door without looking back.

Perhaps someday Rika will come to believe you, but for now it seems that your relationship with your older sister remains strained at best.

Rika stumbles into the house, barely able to stand as she kicks off her shoes and collapses onto the couch in the living room. Her breath reeks of alcohol and there are tears streaming down her face. "Why am I drunk?" she mumbles bitterly through slurred words before looking up at you with bloodshot eyes. "Because he... he broke up with me last night." The pain and anger in her voice is palpable, as if the weight of the world has been crushed onto her chest.

Rika sobs into her hands, her shoulders shaking as she tries to steady herself on the couch. "I don't know... I just wanted him to love me..." She trails off, sniffling before looking up at you with red-rimmed eyes. "Why does everyone have to hate me?"

Her voice is filled with self-pity and hurt, as if she truly believes that the world revolves around her pain and misery.

Rika sniffles and takes the glass of orange juice, wiping her nose on her sleeve. She glances at you briefly before looking away again. "Of course not." Her voice is quiet, laced with bitterness. "Why would I miss someone who only wants to make my life worse?" Tears stream down her face once more as she turns onto her side, curling up into a ball and pulling a pillow over her head.

Her words sting, but they seem to come from a place of self-loathing and despair. It's clear that Rika is hurting deeply inside, searching for someone or something to blame for her misery while refusing to acknowledge the part she plays in it herself.

"Shut up," Rika mumbles bitterly through her pillow, too lost in self-pity to even acknowledge your presence. She's not ready to listen yet; she needs time to wallow before she can begin the process of healing and forgiveness. If ever.

Eventually, Rika's sobs subside and she falls into a fitful sleep. You remain beside her, not saying anything but silently offering your presence. Maybe in time, she'll come to realize that you weren't the cause of all her pain and suffering; maybe then you'll have a chance to repair the broken bond between siblings. But for now, all you can do is wait and hope.

Rika groans and rolls over, her eyes fluttering open. She glances blearily at you before letting out a sigh. "I guess... I deserve that." Her voice is raw from crying, but there's a hint of resignation in it as well. "What time is it?"

She winces and pulls her knees closer to her chest as she thinks about the last thing she remembers doing: drinking with friends until she could barely stand. The room spins for a moment, and she feels sick to her stomach at the memory of how much alcohol she consumed.

"I'm never drinking again," she mutters under her breath, still not quite able to meet your eyes.

Nodding in agreement, Rika takes a deep breath and slowly exhales, trying to steady her shaky nerves. She swings her legs off the couch and sits up straighter, rubbing at her eyes with one hand before glancing over at you. There's still some animosity there, but it seems to be fading slightly as she begins to accept that you might not be the enemy after all.

"Alright," she says quietly, mustering a small smile. "Let's get this day started."

Rika blushes slightly at your comment, taking it as a compliment even though you didn't specifically mean it that way. She smiles more genuinely this time and stands up from the couch, following you into the kitchen. "Thanks," she says softly as she takes a seat at the table. Her appetite isn't quite as good as usual, but she forces herself to eat some of the food anyway, knowing that it's important for her to stay strong today.

As you eat in silence for a moment, Rika glances up at you from beneath lowered eyelids and hesitates before speaking again. "I'm sorry I treated you like that last night... and the other day," she mumbles, staring intently at her plate as she says it. There's still some defensiveness there, but there's also a note of sincerity in her voice that was missing before.

Rika looks up at you, her expression pained. "I'm sorry," she repeats softly. "I know I haven't been the best sister... or friend." Tears well up in her eyes again and she quickly looks away, afraid of what your reaction might be if she sees it on your face too.

After a moment of silence, she takes a deep breath and says with more determination, "I want to try and be better from now on. Can you... can you give me another chance?" Her voice is barely above a whisper as she meets your eyes again, hopeful yet terrified at the possibility of rejection.

Rika's heart breaks at your words, her eyes filling with fresh tears as she realizes that despite everything, you still want some form of connection with her. She takes a shaky breath and nods slowly, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. "I... I promise," she whispers, her voice trembling. "I'll try harder."

She reaches out, placing a hand tentatively on yours where it rests on the table, seeking some sort of reassurance that you truly mean it too. The contact feels strange and unfamiliar, but there's something comforting about it nonetheless.

Her fingers tighten slightly around yours, hope beginning to stir within her at the possibility of reclaiming what was lost. "What do you want me to be?" she whispers, gazing up at you with tear-streaked eyes that are filled with uncertainty and fear. Despite all of her self-doubt and mistrust, there's an undeniable desire to please you, to make things right between them again.

It will take time for Rika to fully trust in your words, but at least now they have a foundation upon which to begin rebuilding their relationship. One step at a time.

Shaking her head, Rika gives your hand a small squeeze. "No," she insists, her voice barely above a whisper. "I promise I won't get angry. I need you to tell me." Her eyes are pleading, hopeful that you will trust her enough to confide in her. It's an unspoken agreement between them: they both want this, even if it means walking through the fires of anger and pain to get there.

"Please," she whispers, her voice shaking as she holds your gaze, searching for some sign that you believe her. "Tell me."

"I... I see," Rika whispers, the color draining from her face as she struggles to process your words. Her hand, which had been resting lightly on yours a moment ago, withdraws slowly and falls into her lap, uncertainty clouding her eyes once more.

Her heart is pounding in her chest, her mind racing with a thousand conflicting emotions: jealousy, hurt, betrayal... but beneath it all there's a small spark of understanding, as if some hidden piece of the puzzle has finally fallen into place. She knows now that she needs to take this news carefully, to sort through her feelings and decide what it means for them moving forward.

"We can talk about this later," she says softly, still unable to meet your eyes. "Let's just... let's just finish breakfast first." The tension in the room is palpable as she retreats into silence once more, her thoughts spiraling out of control as she tries to make sense of everything you've just told her.

Nodding slowly, Rika takes a deep breath before finally meeting your gaze again. "I... I need some time," she says quietly. "I need to think about this and how it affects us." Her voice is soft and uncertain, hopeful that you'll understand her need for space but fearful of what might happen if you push too hard.

"We can talk later tonight, maybe? After everyone else has gone to sleep?" She bites her lower lip, unsure if she should be making promises right now. But the thought of losing you entirely is too much to bear, and she wants to do whatever it takes to keep some semblance of what they had left.

It takes Rika several moments to work up the courage to actually speak once you've come into her room. She paces back and forth across the floor, hands wringing nervously behind her back as she tries to find the right words. Finally, she stops in front of you, her expression a mix of anger, hurt, betrayal... and something else entirely.

"I don't understand," she says at last, her voice shaking with emotion. "Why didn't you tell me before?" Her green eyes bore into yours, searching for some sign that you're being honest with her now.

Her fingers reach out as if to touch your face, but they hesitate mere centimeters from contact before pulling back again. The tension in the air is thick and suffocating, making it difficult for either of you to breathe normally.

"I... I don't know," Rika whispers, her eyes clouding with tears. Part of her wants nothing more than to say yes and finally be part of something real, but the fear and anger from the past few days are still so fresh in her mind that it's hard for her to trust you entirely. "I need time," she repeats softly, turning away to look out her window where she can hide the raw emotion on her face. Her voice is muffled as she speaks, as if saying the words aloud makes them somehow more real.

For now, all Rika knows is that she needs time to sort through her feelings and figure out what she really wants. The weight of this revelation presses down upon her like a physical burden, making it hard for her to breathe, let alone make decisions about the future.

Rika lets out a gasp, stumbling backward as the unexpected contact sends shockwaves through her body. Her eyes widen in surprise and disbelief before narrowing into slits of anger; her fists clench at her sides. "You... you wouldn't," she whispers hoarsely, struggling to keep her voice from shaking with emotion. The accusation hangs heavy in the air between them as they stare each other down, tension crackling like static.

For now, all Rika can do is continue to sort through her conflicting feelings and hope that she finds some clarity soon. Whether or not you'll still be waiting when she does remains to be seen.

Rika nods silently, still struggling to comprehend the turn of events. She watches you leave her room with a mixture of relief and regret before collapsing onto her bed, hugging her pillow tightly as tears stream down her face. The weight of her decision bears down on her like an anchor, pulling her deeper into a sea of confusion and uncertainty.

As the hours tick by, she lies awake, replaying their conversation in her mind over and over again. With every memory comes a new wave of emotions: guilt for hurting you, anger at herself for letting things get this far, hope that maybe someday they can find their way back to each other... It's enough to drive her insane with the need for closure.

Three days seems like an eternity when your world has been turned upside down. But it also might be just enough time for Rika to figure out what she really wants, and where her heart truly lies.

Rika glances up at you as you stumble in, eyes wide with surprise and relief. She'd spent the past few days unable to focus on anything else but this moment, going over their conversation time and again in her head until she was sure of what she wanted... or thought she did, at least. She swallows thickly before forcing herself to speak, her voice barely above a whisper. "So... you're back."

"Ugh, I was hoping you'd sober up first," she mutters, but even as she says it, her hands slide beneath your arms to steady you. There's a mixture of annoyance and worry in her voice, but there's also an unmistakable hint of softness that wasn't there before.

She looks up at you through her lashes, eyes searching your face for some sign of how much has changed in the past few days. Despite everything, she can't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, this time things will be different between them.

Rika's eyes widen in surprise as you push her down on the couch, and then narrow suspiciously at your confession. But before she can respond, you start crying, and something inside of her softens even more. Her brow furrows in confusion but also concern; she leans forward, hesitantly brushing a stray tear from your cheek with the pad of her index finger.

"Why are you saying that now?" she whispers, curiosity and caution warring within her. Her heart is racing, and part of her wants nothing more than to believe what you're telling her. But another part knows better than to trust so easily after everything they've been through.

Her heart aches as she listens to your words, and for a moment, she wishes she could believe you completely. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing thoughts before looking up at you again. "I'm sorry," she whispers softly. "It's just... I need time." The uncertainty in her voice is evident as she struggles with the decision once more, torn between wanting to trust you and being afraid of getting hurt all over again.

She reaches out, tentatively tracing a finger along your jaw before leaning forward to press her lips against yours gently. It's not a passionate kiss, but rather an exploration of emotions; a testing of waters that neither of them fully understand yet. When she pulls back, her eyes are closed and there's a flush in her cheeks. "I... I think I could try," she whispers, searching your face for any hint of what this means to you.

Her heart skips a beat as you collapse against her chest, and she can't help but smile despite the uncertainty that still lingers in the back of her mind. For now, though, she allows herself to enjoy this moment: the feeling of your body pressed against hers, the sound of your uneven breathing mingling with hers... It's enough to make her realize that perhaps love isn't always about waiting for someone to make things perfect; sometimes it's about finding joy in the imperfections and learning how to navigate them together.

"Okay," she whispers, hands sliding up your back to comfortingly squeeze your shoulder blades. "I... I want that too." There's a spark of hope in her voice now, but there's also an underlying fear that if things don't work out this time, they may never be able to find their way back to each other again.

As she leans in and presses her lips softly against yours, Rika closes her eyes and lets herself fully embrace the present moment... and all the promises and risks that come with it.

Rika laughs lightly as your hand brushes across her chest, the soft skin of her breasts tingling at the touch. "I take care of myself," she says shyly, blushing slightly under your gaze. She can't help but feel a sense of comfort and safety when you're close to her like this, as if nothing else in the world matters except for the two of them being together in this moment.

With each passing second, it becomes harder for Rika to remember all the reasons why she ever pushed you away in the first place; all that matters now is that they are together and trying to make something real out of their relationship. The future may hold its share of challenges, but for now, she's willing to take a chance on love... even if it means trusting someone who's hurt her before.

Her heart races as you begin to take her shirt off, the fabric sliding over her shoulders and down her arms, revealing her bare skin beneath. The familiar touch sends a shiver of anticipation through her body, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else. She watches your every move intently, biting her lip as she tries not to reveal how nervous she feels.

As you lift her shirt away from her chest, exposing the same round breasts that were featured in the photo, a wave of heat washes over her face. "I... I've seen them," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. There's no shame in her tone though; if anything, there's a hint of playfulness that wasn't present before.

Her eyes meet yours as you continue to undress her, and for a moment, all she can focus on is the desire burning brightly in your gaze. She yearns for you, wants you with every fiber of her being... and she knows that this time, things will be different. This time, they'll make it work.

A soft moan escapes her lips as you lick her breasts, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips arch instinctively into the touch, wanting more, needing to feel closer to you. Her hands thread through your hair, urging you on even as she tries not to lose control completely.

Her head spins with desire and anticipation, but at the same time there's an underlying sense of calm that washes over her; it's as if all of their past misunderstandings and arguments have faded away into nothingness, leaving only this moment between them. And for now, she's content to let the present consume her completely.

Her breath hitches as you whisper dirty words against her skin, and she feels a newfound desire swell within her. Her hands tremble as they fumble with the belt of your pants, finally managing to undo it before sliding down the zipper. A moment later, his hard length springs free, standing proudly before her eyes. "Oh," she breathes out, a shiver running down her spine at the sight. Her fingers curl around him hesitantly, taking in the texture and heat of your flesh under her touch. It feels so good in her hand, and yet there's still an element of unfamiliarity that makes her heart race even faster. "I..." she trails off, unsure what to say or do next but knowing deep down that she wants this; wants you.

Rika looks into your eyes, a mixture of lust and curiosity etched onto her features. Taking a deep breath, she slowly guides you to her lips before parting them just enough for the head to slip inside. She moans softly as you fill her mouth, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her hands grip your hips tightly, arching into you as she begins to stroke in time with the movement of her tongue.

It feels so good, so right... and yet there's still a part of her that wonders if this is wrong, if they shouldn't stop before they go too far. But the desire within her is stronger than any moral compass, urging her onward as she explores every inch of you with eager lips and skilled hands.

Rika smiles around your length, eyes half-closed in pleasure as she feels you grow even harder inside her mouth. She sucks and licks, swirls her tongue around the sensitive head, taking you deeper with every thrust of her tongue. Her breath comes faster now, matching the rhythm of her hips as she grinds against your hardness. "Mmm..." she moans, feeling dizzy with need.

She draws back slowly, relishing the feel of you slipping from her lips before closing her mouth around you once more, taking you even deeper this time. Her fingers dance restlessly over your abdomen and hips as she takes you to the brink of release, her own desire growing hotter with every stroke of her tongue and drag of her teeth.

Her words are swallowed up by your thrust as you come, spilling down her throat in hot salty bursts. Her muscles clench around you, milking every last drop of your release before she finally pulls back with a satisfied moan. She gazes up at you through her lashes, the taste of you still on her tongue and the feel of you dripping down her chin, as if unwilling to let this moment go even though it's over.

"Wow," she whispers, breathless from both exertion and arousal. Her eyes meet yours, searching for some sign that what they just shared means as much to you as it does to her. "That... was incredible." There's a hint of wonder in her voice, like she can't believe where the night has taken them or how far they've come from their initial fight.

Her breath catches in her throat as you push her panties down her legs, baring her to your gaze and touch. She shudders with anticipation, the wet heat of her core begging for contact as you position yourself between her spread legs. The sensation of your warm breath tickling across her folds sends a shiver through her body, making it harder for her to remain still beneath your hungry gaze.

As your fingers slide through her curls, teasing and exploring every inch of her most intimate skin, she arches into the touch, moaning softly at the exquisite pleasure that courses through her. She feels so exposed and vulnerable in this moment, but there's a trust building between them that she's never experienced with anyone else; it's almost as if you know exactly what she needs before she even knows herself.

With a soft moan, Rika guides your hard length to her entrance, wrapping her slick folds around you as she slowly sinks down on your cock. The fit is so perfect, so right... and yet there's still an element of unfamiliarity that makes the sensation even more intense. Her breath catches in her throat as you fill her completely, the fullness bringing with it a rush of pleasure that spreads through her body like wildfire. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, holding on for dear life as she begins to move up and down your length, meeting each thrust with equal fervor. She feels so connected to you in this moment, like they're finally moving past all the hurt and misunderstandings to find something truly special; something worth fighting for.

Her gasps and moans fill the room as you push her further towards ecstasy, your rough words spurring her on even more. She digs her nails into your back, arching into each powerful thrust, meeting every movement with equal abandon. The world outside this bed seems to fade away, leaving only the two of them together in a swirl of passion and need; their bodies moving as one, seeking release from the years of pent-up desire and uncertainty.

Her breath comes faster, shallower, her whole being focused on the sensation of you inside her, driving her higher and higher towards the edge of oblivion. Her hips move restlessly against yours, taking you deeper with every thrust, desperate for that final moment when she can let go and give in to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her cries mix with your groans as you both come together, bodies convulsing in unison. The weight of her release crashes down on her like a tidal wave, stealing what little breath she has left and sending her spiraling into oblivion. She clings to you, every fiber of her being focused on this moment; the connection they've managed to forge despite all odds.

As your thrusts begin to slow, Rika closes her eyes, still catching her breath as she basks in the afterglow of their shared climax. The world around them seems to have quieted, the only sounds the gentle rustle of sheets and the ragged gasps for air that filter through the room. For now, all that matters is this: the warmth of his body pressed against hers, the lingering sensation of him deep inside her, and the hope that perhaps, just maybe, they can find a way to make things work between them after all.