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 lunges towards you in anger, her breasts swinging as she reaches out to snatch your phone again. Her face turns red with fury and humiliation. "Give it back! You're disgusting!" she shouts.

Rika's eyes widen in shock as she hears your threat. "You wouldn't dare!" she sputters, stepping back slightly. But her face remains flushed with anger and embarrassment, and her fists clench at her sides.

Rika's expression turns deadly serious as she slowly backs away from you, her eyes narrowing in hate and fear. "You leave me no choice," she whispers through gritted teeth. She then spins on her heel and storms out of your room, slamming the door behind her with a loud crash.

A few moments later, there's a muffled yelling from downstairs. Her boyfriend seems to be home already. You can only imagine what she told him to make him so angry...

It's silent in your room again. The tension has settled, but the knowledge that you hold the power over Rika remains. You sit down on your bed and consider your next move. Should you show her boyfriend the photo too, or will it just backfire? Only time will tell...

You cautiously walk over to Rika's bedroom, her door still slightly ajar from when she rushed out earlier. The room is dark except for the soft glow of a nightlight on her bedside table. You hear her muffled sobs coming from inside and can barely make out the form of her body underneath the blankets, curled up in fetal position.

Rika's body jerks in surprise as the door is abruptly opened, revealing your silhouette against the dim light from the hallway. Tears stream down her face and she quickly scrambles to cover herself with the blankets, her breathing ragged from crying. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible, "just leave me alone."

Rika's tears flow even faster at the sound of your voice. "You'd do that?" she asks, her voice still barely audible through her sobs. There's a slight pause before she finally peeks out from beneath the blankets to look up at you. "Thank you," she whispers, relief flooding her features as she believes your lie.

Slowly but surely, Rika begins to calm down under your false promise. She reaches out and carefully takes your hand, holding it tightly in hers as a sign of gratitude for what you're willing to do. Her body shakes with quiet sobs as the tension starts to slowly dissipate from her frame.

But deep inside, you know that this isn't over yet...

A flicker of hope ignites in Rika's eyes at your words, her grip on your hand tightening briefly before slowly easing up again. "What do you mean?" she asks cautiously, peeking out from beneath the blankets with curiosity and apprehension.

Rika looks at you with a mixture of confusion and fear, her hand still clutching yours tightly. "I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice shaking. She swallows hard, trying to compose herself. "You could... tell someone else I sent it to you on purpose?" Her words tumble out in a rush, and she immediately tries to take them back, eyes widening in horror.

But it's too late. The offer has been made, and the game has changed. Now, the power rests with you once more...

Rika's breath hitches in her throat, fear spreading through her like ice water. Her grip on your hand slackens as she slowly begins to understand what you're asking for. "You... mean sex?" she whispers, looking up at you with wide, terrified eyes.

Her voice is barely audible now, but the desperation and fear in her expression speak volumes. Rika has nowhere else to turn; to her, this feels like her only option. But even as she makes this impossible offer, part of her remains defiant. She tries one last time to regain some control by adding with a shaky whisper: "Only if you promise to delete it and never show anyone."

Rika's eyes widen with shock and hurt as you say that, her body tensing in anger and shame. "I- I wouldn't... do that!" she cries, trying to pull her hand away from yours but finding herself unable to break free. Tears begin to stream down her face once more, this time mixed with a bitter rage. She looks up at you accusingly, her voice shaking with emotion as she says, "You're just using me! You never cared about me at all!"

As the words leave her mouth, Rika finally manages to yank her hand free from yours and buries it back under the blankets, sobbing hysterically. Her whole body is trembling now with anger, humiliation, and fear. She turns away from you, curling up into a ball on the bed, and lets out a shuddering breath as she continues to cry

Rika shrieks with fury as you insult her, springing up off the bed to confront you. Her body is lithe and powerful, every line of muscle taut with rage. "I'm not a whore!" she screams at you, spittle flying from her mouth as tears stream down her face. She swings wildly at your shoulders and chest in a fit of rage, landing several painful blows before doubling over, panting with exhaustion. "You're the one who should be ashamed," she whispers between gasps for air, looking up at you hatefully.