Thread: Foreign Desire { DevilEyes & Azuriyuu }

When we'd met at the airport, I was admittedly... somewhat quiet. The whole thing was retarded, in my opinion. Personally, I didn't give a damn about the money, and when I first called the rest of the family down in china, I was calling them to let them know that I was going to give them all but 5 of the inheritanceI planned on keeping a little for college, before one of my aunts or cousins or something began screeching at me that I would never get the money in horrible broken english, then seguing into cantonese to mock me. It was pretty funny when I told her to go fuck herself, right back in perfectly pronounced cantonese without the semblence of mispronunciation. So now I was fighting for the right to have my inheritance, with no need for the money or even any intent to use it other than shove it in a bank and let it sit there for a few years. Goddamn you, Grandpa Yuan. You knew this would happen, didn't you? I should have expected this. Grandpa Yuan called me a month before he died and told me that he had a wonderful plan to end the xenophobia within the family, but when I asked he didn't tell me anything. When you arrived at the airport, I looked down on you. You were this tiny, annoying thing which I had the misfortune of having to deal with, sent in order to witness the DNA testing to make sure mother and I indeed were descended from our great grandfather. I stood over you whenever I could, my eyes glaring very lightly. Admittedly, I should have been... kinder. I should have been much kinder to you, because I was beginning to realize exactly how much of a douchebag I was being. It wasn't that you were a bad person, not at all. In fact, if you weren't family I would even consider flirting with you a little bit, but your presence was a nusience. Especially since it meant more work for me, as the family cookPapa worked late, and Mama... Mama can't cook. It's scary when she tries. But as long as you stayed out of sight I didn't glare at you, and I mostly either kept to my room or spent time in the den with Mama and Papa. Tonight, though, I'd gone out with a few friends. Nothing too big, we just went to play some gamesVision's a damn nut for strategy games. By the time we'd finished it was 1 AM, and with a panicked realization I hopped on my motorcycle and drove home. Getting in, I quietly closed the door, hoping that Mama and Papa would remain asleep, moving as stealthy as a mouse. Boots came off, my coat came off, leaving behind only a tank top and a pair of well-lovedread tattered jeans. Still, the candles were out, which meant that Mama and Papa knew that I was coming home late, and they left the light on for me. I smiled, that warm though running through me. Looking in the mirror in the front room I smiled to myself. The ginger hair which flowed down to my waist in a single braid shone in the flicker of candlelight, and my emerald eyes flickered, the shine of the flame reflecting off my glasses. Alabaster skin shone in the natural light, taut muscles that had been earned through martial arts practice were visible on my lean arms and the six pack on my torso. Reaching down, I scratched Lumiere, the family dog between the ears and he looked up at me, before laying back down on his cushion. Well... being an akita,he practically had a mattress to himself, but still. As I snuck upstairs after putting out each candle, I smiled, heading towards my room, when I saw the light flickering through the doorframe. I tensed, pausing. What? There was one big rule that I had given you. Never go in my room or touch my things ever. I got ready to be angry, but I stopped myself, and calmed myself. Center yourself, I thought, letting out a soft sigh, before I moved into the room, opening the door silently and closing it behind me. I could move in the house more silently than a cat, but it was my territory. I frowned as I saw you going to the search engine, and type in and begin to look for physics, but then I saw you see my porn. I almost spoke up, but then curiousity got to you, and I watched you go to my favorite site. A small smile was pulled onto my lips, something I couldn't help myself from happening. I took a step forward, before I heard a moan escape your lips. I paused, and I seemed surprised as you seemed to be excited. Were you bisexual? That was a curious thought, but I'd remembered something interesting that I'd overheard. Mom was a sex therapist a registered generalist psychiatrist, but a sex therapist primarily, and she'd spoken to you to figure out more about you. It was through that I knew you were virginal... and you didn't touch yourself, like it was some kind of taboo. You're cuter than that one, I thought to myself, before I paused, realizing what happened in my head, that thought having been very naughty. My body went rigid as I ordered myself to abandon that train of thought, but it wouldn't leave me. Slowly, though, that train of thought grew slightly darker. I wondered... maybe if I made you uncomfortable... maybe if I did something that you would decry, you would be scared of me like I was trying to be. I could... the word 'rape' came through my mind, but it wouldn't be rape, I would just use my fingers, feel you, make you think that I was the kind of bastard who would do that sort of thing, and you would be scared of me and run away. And if I made you cum and humiliated you, all the better. So I approached, slowly, and I looked over at you, over your shoulder from the side so that I didn't reflect in the computer moniter, being a master of stealthIn my own home, and my eyes widened, seeing your nipples through your bra. Wow, you were actually...sexy. I thought I was a little aroused, but I shook my head. No, no, it wasn't that you were sexy, it was the porn. Slipping directly behind you, I leaned in. I told you not to use my computer, I said, slipping my hands around your body so you couldn't escape, and I placed one hand on your breast and gave a squeeze. It was surprisingly pleasant. Do you really think you can get away with just going and using my things? I asked, although my voice wasn't angry, because...oddly, I wasn't angry, I was horny, as I began to massage your breast. And now you're being an even dirtier naughty girl by looking at my porn. I didn't know you had it in you... I whispered in your ear, blatantly ignoring the hot throbbing between my legs.