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 shoves your chest, hard and glares at you with anger in her eyes "Do not touch me you piece of trash! Now hand over the phone!" she demands in a cold, harsh tone as she stands closer to you.

Rika stands her ground, glaring at you defiantly and breathing heavily as she demands again, more forcefully this time "GIVE ME THE PHONE NOW!" With a final growl, she reaches out towards the phone in your hand once more, attempting to snatch it from your grip.

Rika furiously lunges forward and tries to grab the phone again, but you manage to dodge her hand. "Give it to me!" she cries out in desperation, panting heavily as she continues trying to pry the phone away from you. She doesn't seem to realize how exposed she is right now, standing before you half-naked and desperate for what seems to be a precious memory of her and someone else.

Rika suddenly looks down at herself in realization, and her face turns even redder with embarrassment as she covers her breasts more tightly. "Give... give me the phone..." She whispers softly now, a hint of desperation creeping back into her voice.

Rika continues to look down, unable to meet your gaze as she slowly steps back towards the door. "I... I didn't mean..." Her voice trails off, and she shakes her head, trying to clear it. "Just give me the phone, Polo." She finally manages to choke out, tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes.

Rika hesitates, still unsure if she can trust you after this. Taking another small step back, she finally begins to feel a little bit safer from your advances and slowly lowers her hands to her sides, trying to regain some of the composure she'd lost moments ago. "Polo... please..." Her voice is barely above a whisper now as her eyes flicker up to meet yours again, filled with anguish and pleading.

Embarrassment and desperation fill Rika as she looks back at you, her eyes flickering over your face and body before slowly lowering to the floor. She takes one shaky step towards your bed, then another, finally collapsing onto it with a sob. Her breasts heave up and down with each ragged breath as tears stream silently down her cheeks. "Please," she manages to choke out between sobs, her voice raw from the effort, "just let me have it back."

Rika buries her face in her hands, shoulders shaking as she cries uncontrollably into them. She's never felt so exposed and vulnerable before, and the shame and embarrassment are almost too much to bear. Despite herself, she feels a tiny bit of relief when you hand her a t-shirt, giving it a brief glance before shoving it over her head. It covers her up but doesn't do much to soothe the sting in her heart from what just happened.

"Polo..." she manages between gasps for air, her voice thick with tears. "Why... why would you want to see something like that?" She looks at you then, pain etched across her features as if you've wounded her beyond repair. "I thought you hated me."

Rika laughs bitterly, the sound devoid of humor. "Well, you know what they say about actions speaking louder than words." Her voice cracks on the last word as she wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. "I've always been stupid, I guess. Thought if I was nice to you, maybe you'd like me... but look where that got me." She gives a half-hearted laugh before letting it fade away into another sob.

"Oh, shut up," you whisper, your tone suddenly harsh and angry. You yank her closer, practically dragging her over to you as you wrap your arms around her tightly. Rika tenses for a moment, startled by the sudden change in demeanor before relaxing slightly into your embrace. She sniffles loudly, taking comfort in the warmth of your body and the familiar scent of you that lingers on your shirt. "I never hated you," you mumble into her hair. "Not even close."

Her shoulders quiver as she tries to fight back another sob, but eventually she calms down, leaning heavily against you. You tighten your arms around her and rest your chin on top of her head, taking a moment just to be close to her like this. There's so much more you want to say, to explain... but for now, you let the silence linger

Rika holds onto you tightly, her breathing gradually evening out as she leans more and more into your embrace. The feeling of being close to you like this is both strange and comforting at the same time. Despite everything that's happened between you two, there's a sense of familiarity and safety in this moment that she hasn't experienced in a long time. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice still rough from crying.

You can tell she still has a million questions on the tip of her tongue, but for now, it seems like being together like this is enough. You both sit there in silence for several minutes, lost in your own thoughts and feelings, content to just be with each other. Maybe things won't always be this bad between you after all...

Her lips press together, fighting back another wave of embarrassment as she realizes that you've seen the photo too. "It was an accident..." she whispers. "I meant to send it to my boyfriend." She pauses for a moment before looking up at you. "Will you help me delete it?" There's a hint of desperation in her voice, but there's also a glimmer of hope that maybe you won't make things worse by keeping the photo.

"What?" Rika tilts her head in confusion, the wet strands of hair falling across her cheek as she stares at you. "Of course not! I don't even... I mean..." She trails off, blushing even harder now as the implications of your statement sink in. Her heart begins to race and her breath hitches in her throat. "I-I just thought he would like it," she finally manages to stammer out, barely above a whisper.

Your words have caught her off guard, making her feel even more self-conscious about the situation than before. She glances down at the phone still lying on your bed, debating whether or not to retrieve it and deal with this mess herself.

Her eyes widen as she realizes what you're insinuating, and her cheeks flush even deeper than before. "I... I don't..." she stammers, trying to find the words to deny it. But in that moment, she knows that it would be pointless; there's no way for her to explain away how aroused she was at the thought of him seeing her like that.

Rika glances back down at the phone again, then up at you. She's torn between wanting to deal with this on her own and needing your help. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "can we just... delete it?" Her voice cracks, betraying how much this whole thing is hurting her.