Okay, so I promised to always warn whenever there was a lemon. As I was looking this over to be uploaded, I realized that there are some parts that aren't lemons, but pretty darn close, or just smuty to the extreme without actually being smut. So, I'll put o0o0o insert warning here o0o0o0 at the beginning of whatever I feel warrants it. When it's over, just look for a long line of o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o. Short lines of plain o0o0o0o0 means passage of time or switched pov. Kapers? :3

But, seriously, if you don't like smut, bad grammar, or vulgar things, then you really shouldn't be reading this or any of my work. Really.

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Chapter Two

''What are you doing?''

Mira jumped and almost knocked herself out when her forehead slapped into the cabinet above the stove. She turned with teary eyes and rubbed what was sure to become the mother of all goose eggs to give the interloper an accusing glare.

He held up his hands and smiled. ''Sorry there, Miranda, didn't mean to frighten you. I was just wondering what you were doing for the exam?'' Mira made an annoyed sound that was very much like a growl. ''I told you not to call me that, it's Mira, Mikado. Or should I call you Mika-chan?''

Mikado frowned. ''Okay, okay, I get it. But Mira sounds like a grandmother's name… So, are you going to answer me or not?''

Mikado was cute, in his own way. Being half-Japanese, his eyes had that perfect slant and were a deep green in his tanned face. His hair was long and matte black with razor layers and one thick pink streak in his bangs. Today he wore a Black Veiled Brides t-shirt and dark wash blue jeans, a thick choker around his neck and a matching bracelet on his left wrist, his nails painted a deep sapphire blue.

Every time she saw Mikado, Mira had a strong urge to pinch his cheeks and make goo-goo noises. Her little goth of sunshine.

They were in home economics and Mira had the pleasure to see her friend in a hot pink frilly apron with a bit of chocolate frosting on his cheek. Their final exams were coming up, and their home ec teacher gave them the simple task of picking any recipe they wanted and simply not fuck it up.

''I'm making gingersnaps with orange peel.''

Mikado made a face. ''Really?'' Mira nodded, smiling. ''They're actually really good. Have you decided what you're going to do yet?'' He shook his head, sighing heavily as he moved into his cubicle, which was right beside hers.

There were twenty in the large square room, all of them against three of the four walls. Each cubicle had a plain fridge, electric stove, microwave, and sink, along with a few other basic supplies. They were separated by a low wall that came to Mikado's waist, around Mira's upper arm. The fourth wall held three washing machines and three dryers, with only a tiny space allowed for the classroom's actual door.

''Nope,'' he muttered, smearing chocolate frosting onto the cupcakes he and his partner had just made. Mira's partner was absent today, so she had free reign in her cubicle and made lemon cupcakes with a sweet raspberry frosting and even topped the fluffy mixture with bright blue sprinkles.

Mira laughed. ''Just pick something simple. Have you thought of anything, Erin?''

Mikado's partner shook his shaggy red head, violet eyes flashing cheerfully as he smiled and said without missing a beat, ''I have no earthly idea what I'm going to do. Did Shauna really agree to orange rind ginger snaps?''

Mira shook her head, putting the finishing touches on her cupcakes. ''She'd exempting, so it's all up to me.''

Erin blew the bangs out of his eyes and scowled. ''How can that girl exempt? I've been to school way more times than her, and I'm well past the line to get out of finals.''

Mira shrugged. ''I don't know, but I'm glad. The days she does decide to grace me with her presence, she's such a hindrance and I can't do anything without her complaining all the while that I'm doing it wrong.''

''And she doesn't lift a finger to help,'' Mikado added with a grin. Mira nodded. ''Exactly, Mika-chan.''

He flipped her the bird. ''Bite me, Miranda.'' She snapped her teeth and gave him a sultry look, batting her lashes. ''Anytime, baby.'' All three burst into laughter.

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Mira dragged herself up to the front door. After fumbling with her keys for a good twenty minutes¾dropping them a total of seven times¾she finally got the door open and stumbled inside the front room of her house, nearly falling flat on her face three times as she shut the door and locked it behind her.

She hiccupped. She giggled girlishly. She sung an old folk song at a terrible pitch as she weaved her way into the kitchen.

She didn't even pause in her stride when she saw that her big brother and his gorgeous friend, Danny, were sitting at the island in the middle of the kitchen. She went to the fridge, stumbled, and laughed again as she snatched a snickers from her mom's secret stash and ripped into it.

She turned, only then realizing she was now the center of attention.

Her big brother, Terence, was the exact opposite of Mira; he was tall, padded with four years of football muscle, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, and tanned to a perfect amber. He was also handsome, with somewhat boyish good looks. Being the old star quarterback of her school, it wasn't hard to see how he got a full-scholarship to Ohio State.

Danny was yummy in a rich-bitch way; always wearing soft cotton shirts in deep colors, pale-skinned, with long razor-edged black hair and deep green eyes. A leather cord was tied around his neck multiple times, allowing a teardrop-shaped amber stone to dangle at his collarbone.

Today he wore a deep maroon semi-long sleeved shirt that ended at his elbows and clung to his thin muscles, worn blue jeans that clung to his legs perfectly, and sturdy black biker boots. He was handsome in a gothic-novel way, with a small mole below his left eye. Mira could just picture him in a butler suit with a blue ribbon in his hair and voila Haji was born! All he needed was someone to play his Saya.

Sometimes Mira would have liked to, others she wished he'd drop dead and leave her alone. So far, Danny didn't seem to mind the almost random moods she would treat him to whenever they came together.

''Howdy fellas,'' she greeted a bit too loudly, waving her hand erratically as she continued to munch on her snickers. She hiccupped and giggled again. The two were silent, simply watching as Mira walked around the kitchen, shedding clothes as she went.

First came one ballet flat, then another. Reaching up her skirt, she shucked off her tights and threw them into the laundry room, followed closely by her jacket and over shirt. In nothing but her thin spaghetti-strap white tank and short checker skirt, she blew the two stunned men a kiss before she began to move back towards the hallway. She was at the entrance to the hallway when Terence broke the silence.

''What the hell are you doing, Miranda?'' She turned, burped, and quickly covered her mouth in a split second of horror before she burst out laughing. She met Terence's bright blue gaze but couldn't comprehend why he was angry; he and Danny were at this second drinking Buds.

''Goin' to bed,'' Mira drawled, rolling her eyes as though it was obvious, unaware that her black bra had decided to play peek-a-boo. Danny had definitely noticed; his gaze was glued to the half moons of Mira's generous breasts.

She giggled again, loving the way the room swirled and spun and imaginary creatures came out to play, pulling her, tugging her, telling her to take off all her clothes and just run through the house naked and free.

''No, Miranda, I mean why the hell are you coming home blasted drunk? Who drove you?''

Again, she rolled her eyes. ''I didn't know you'd be here,'' she snarled, good mood vanishing as anger took its place. How dare he act indignant? ''Shouldn't you be at college?'' She spat the word as though it were a curse and leaned against the entryway frame, not able to completely hold herself up anymore.

She had no talents, she wasn't smart, and she wasn't rich. She could never go to college; that had been clear from the time she was a tot. Her mother certainly wouldn't fork over the money for something so useless, and her step-dad was putty in her mother's hands. She envied Danny and Terence at the same time as she was pissed at them; they took their opportunity for granted and it made her sick.

''That's no excuse. Who drove you home?''

Mira began walking away. ''I drove m'self,'' she said flippantly, waving a hand and twitching her ass as she stumbled away.

''Miranda get back here!''

She flipped him the bird and kept going, practically crawling up the staircase. When she got to her room, she locked the door and collapsed on her bed.

Mira didn't hold back and sobbed into her pillow. She knew she had a problem, she knew she liked getting drunk far too much for the norm. She liked getting high, loosing control, not having to be responsible for her own actions. When she was high on weed or drunk on beer, she had what she never did as a child; she had fun, she cut loose, she didn't worry.

But, as always when she became more sober, she was deeply ashamed of herself and all that she did the night before. Ashamed of her need to be so selfish, ashamed that she allowed herself to be so foolish. Ashamed that she wished someone would care enough to stop her.

Who would? She kept most of what she did a secret, either doing it on her own or with strangers who didn't run with her circle of friends.

I wish I could stop, she thought to herself, in the deepest corners of her mind. But at the same time, I don't want to.

She smiled to herself and got off of the bed, shedding her clothes. She was down to her bra and undies¾basic black bikinis¾when somebody knocked on her door. Without thinking, she opened it up to Danny, whose eyes widened as he tried not to look down.

''Terence's really pissed, Mira,'' Danny warned. ''He stormed off about twenty minutes ago… are you okay?'' He seemed really worried, looking past the half-naked drunk girl to the red-eyed and sad-looking little sister of his best friend.

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That did it.

She was eighteen, and he was a hunk of a twenty-two year old.

Mira slinked forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself flush against him, feeling his erection against her navel, hard and proud. She grinned, purring as she rubbed herself against him.

After a brief hesitation, he grabbed her shoulders and tried to push her away. ''Mira¾'' He sounded reluctant and she pouted, unaware how devastatingly sexy she was to him right now, smeared mascara, puffy eyes and all.

''This isn't a good idea. You're drunk.''

''And you're sexy,'' she purred, pressing herself against him again. ''Do you have any idea how many times I've wanted to tear your clothes off, Mr. Sexy?'' she asked, dragging him down to her so she could kiss him. It didn't take much prodding from her to make him take over the kiss, turning it from a warm meeting of the lips to a scorching assault. His hands slid lower to cup her ass, squeezing her cheeks to haul her more tightly against his arousal.

She pouted again when he tried to pull away from her. ''Mira,'' he tried to reason, ''I don't want you to wake up regretting this. You're too drunk to know what you want right now.''

She mewled pitifully, unconsciously making him harden even more at how utterly innocent she was when it came to her power over men. Danny had known Mira since she was eight and her family had moved to Tulsa, Ohio. He and Terence had become quick friends and Danny had always been fascinated by his little sister. She was always so quiet, detached from the world around her-she always looked as though she were miles away in thought, even when she'd been speaking right to him.

He'd be lying if he said his fascination hadn't taken a carnal turn when she began to grow and he began to realize she was just as human as any other girl, and that just because she was Terence's sister didn't mean she was completely off-limits.

He'd dreamed of taking her, hard and fast. Dreamed of her lying beneath him, crying out his name, begging for more…

But not like this.

Not only could he not take advantage of the drunken girl, but Danny felt she deserved more for herself than what she was offering. He'd known for a long time she was unconsciously sexy in every little thing that she did, from walking to simply breathing. She had the body of a siren and didn't even seem the slightest bit aware of it.

Did she have any idea how many men, how many boys who were still going to school with her, told him and Terence openly they would love to drill into her like there was no tomorrow?

True, right now she didn't look the slightest bit innocent with what she was wearing and how she was literally throwing herself at him, but he only had to look in her eyes to know she was nervous, lonely, and in need of some comfort.

But for the love of him, he couldn't stop touching her.