Title: We Were Born To Die
Raiting: M
Disclaimer: 18+ This story depicts descriptive sexual acts and may contain adult content not suitable for most adults.
A/N: To ensure the progression of this story and to simplify and condense such long chapters I've gone back and reformated my story. I would like to apologize for the massive spam of alerts on my part for the reboot of this story. To clear any confusion what was previously "Shoot and Ladders" Chapter 14 is now Chapter 45 & 46. Any updates after that will be the continual of the tale of Tate and Nira. (Reviews Are Always Appreciated)
Hidden in the shadows stood a boy, fists clenched, body still shacking in absolute rage. He helplessly stood by and watched as his mother tried to seduce her way back into the house. How could he be so surprised, in her late night drunken haze confessions she had stated more then once her diabolical mastermind plot to gain accesses to her precious home, no matter the cost.
The rage continued to pump through his veins like battery acid, as in disgust and adolescent embarrassment watched his mother loosely throw herself at the weak pathetic man. And in front of who appeared to be his daughter. Part of him felt like there was a magnetic pull to the girl he was watching. It was the reason he was out there in the first place.
He had to see who in his mothers words "The treacherous lost souls stealing his birth right." were.
He never understood what she meant by that, as if the house was this inheritable fortress. But as he watched the slender, petite girl walk towards the house hypnotized, the voices in his head began to whisper to him. "The house is yours, you know it, your mother knows it, the house knows it. She is yours to have, if that is what you want."
He tried to fight the familiar feeling the voices stirred inside him. Ignoring them, pretending they weren't there when he knew they really were. "Her breasts would fit perfectly in your hands. That long flannel shirt and black t-shirt do her no justice. Her flesh is like silky crème under all those layers."
He felt a stirring in his pants, his cock twitching awake at the images of her laying naked, sprawled out, twitching in need for him. "Stop." he pleaded out loud to no one.
He lost his battle to the darkness long ago, he never stood a chance. "Under that black miniskirt are soft trembling thighs, begging to be thrown over your shoulders. Tight…Pink… Wet…"
He began to pull his hair and hit at his head fighting the inner battle he was loosing. When he finally began to gain back control he saw his mother rushing towards the house, the pathetic man following like a lost puppy dog. Lost in his thoughts he felt his heart drop to his stomach when he looked up and met eyes with the mysterious girl he was stalking like prey. But now with her eyes piercing deep into his, a mischievous smile playing across her face. He couldn't help but wonder who the prey was now.
Nira knew she should go check on her sisters, but the presence she felt lurking in the shadows watching her called awake a instinctual need to investigate, explore this knew feeling turning in her stomach, spreading down between her legs. She stepped forward cautiously at first but more brazen with each step. Hidden in the shadows was the silhouette of a boy, what little light crept into the darkness was blonde messy bangs hiding his eyes. She watched as the figure began to fight himself, amusement at the weakness displayed made her forget of the venomous distaste the earlier encounter had left.
He emerged a bit more from his secret cover, the light cast down revealing black converse shoes and torn long jeans. She licked her lips as she looked over his tone muscles that shown through his more then well fitting black t-shirt. As she slowly dragged her eyes up his body, they lazily made direct contact with his burning brown eyes that were piercing through messy blonde bangs.
She could feel him from where she stood, the want and desire, mixed with a cloud of insecurity and confused emotions. Maybe there were some perks to moving all the way out here. Nira gave one more look up and down the boy, taking a mental image of her new toy before turning away and heading into the house, never looking back.
