New Life in Rianate 1 - Sex Stories

New Life in Rianate 1

... over her shoulders and down to her waistline…. but it a soft, pastel blue. Almost like ice. She looked like one of those anime chicks but just… cooler. “Eris.” She cracked a half smile. “How do you know my name?” I nervously replied. “Because I’m connected to you. If you think hard enough, you’ll find my name.” I opened my mouth to say more but then it came to me. What the hell? How do I know this girl’s name? “Tao,” I whispered. “Hi,” she smiled at me. “Who are you?” “I’m you. You’re me. We’re just discrete. I can feel your fright. Don’t be scared.” I automatically felt calm and relaxed. Like I’d known her all my life. “What’re are you doing here?” I asked with peace in my voice. “To find your father,” Tao warmly replied. In two steps, she was right in front of me. I felt a chill run up my spine when she touched my arm. Who the hell… She pulled back then her blue eyes cut through my body like steel. Tao was scanning me over, almost like she was looking for something to question. “Go back. But remember who I am. Your father will answer any of your questions,” she said. Before I could even speak, she spoke words I didn’t recognize. It felt amazingly weird. Like.... like when you jump into the pool and go under water but it kinda stings. My mind was blank for the quickest second before I was standing in the front yard of my house. What?! Everything looked the same but…. felt different. I hurried inside and saw my father stepping inside of the kitchen sliding doors. “Dad?” ...

... “Yes, Eris?” He smiled at me. “What’s wrong with me?” I asked with tears swelling in my eyes. “What do you mean, honey?” Dad rushed over to me and I fell into his strong arms. For the next two minutes, I cried into his shirt. How did Tao find me? WHO IS TAO? What does she want with my father? Why did this strike me so…. so…. emotionally? All of these questions drew my mind back to my mother. If she was here, this would be twice as better. Dad was my number one before anything, yeh, but, who doesn’t want their mother? I was walking with my dad to the couch and we plopped down. His hand rested on my thigh as I blew my nose. “Honey what happened? Weren’t you upstairs napping?” “No,” I said. “I needed some fresh air so I went down into Ria.” Ria was the name my father and mother created for the path in the back woods. “And…. you saw someone?” Dad sighed. I nodded my head. It was like he could always read what I was thinking if I gave him a hint. Dad let out a curse under his breath and I looked up at him. My dad had the same hair as me and was like, 6’7. Dad had bright green eyes but I had this greenish-blue-teal thing. (We just called it Bleeal.) Mom’s eyes were this bright brown that made them look orange. Like fire. Dad’s voice cut me out of my thoughts. “Have you ever wondered where the name Ria comes from?” “I….. sorta. But, I just thought it was something you and mom made up,” I replied. “No. Not one bit. Ria come from the place Rianate. And Rian, are the people who grew up ...