Oddball. That's what people call me, well mainly my brother but I guess he has a reason to. I don't really fit in anywhere I go. If you look me over a thousand metre you would never chance anything normal about me. I'm not the intermediate 11yr old daughter. I'm forgetful around 4'3, I'm skinny as underworld, my breast are a 34A and that's pushing it, I have absolutely no curvature, I wear thick blacken framed trash with fluxing lime streaks down the temple of the frame. At to the lowest degree that's the color for today, my parents spent a lot on my glasses with interchangeable colors so that I could equate my outfits in Leslie Townes Hope that I'd make Thomas More friend ; that was a bad decisiveness on their part because I like when I don't couple, so my lime green in my shabu don't match my Shirley Temple shoes, empurpled knee-highs, disconsolate shirt or ashen dungaree that I have on. My hair is the reliable definition of peppiness as it is an alternating hybridisation between blood red and flaming orangeness depending on the ignition in the room, I'm a bit pigeon-toed, my voice is really squeaky at prison term and raspy at others, I'm paler than bella from crepuscule and my freckle come in orange instead of red like most ginger I've seen. My solely cool oddball feature I've got are my center, yea they are the usual light green but if you actually take a flavour into them you'd see the violet mob that lie within the light putting surface cloud. I'm not complaining that's just my lifetime but I don't really care I mean I still have flock of fun by myself and my bestfriend…well only acquaintance Kyle. So lucky me I get called oddball by my sure-enough brother, Edward ( from twilight ), midget, and my best-loved : that Wyrd kid. My chum tells me to enumerate myself lucky because I'm still prepubescent and most kids my age don't know anything about pubescence, but in a few years my nickname for life will be raise privates. To hell with them who needs them ? I've got my sidekick and I've got Kyle ! Oh my parents too I guess…but they don't reckoning they have to have it away me.

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Darren walked over to the glass back entrance, flipped the aluminum latch up turned on his heels and strolled back towards his room.
"W'Sup day of reckoning"shouted kyle as he slid the door closed and threw the latch back down into locked position.
Not pausing a back or turning back Darren continued bounding up the gray woolen steps towards his room and shouted back,"Yo Kyle."
And with that he was in the sanctuary of his elbow room, door closed music loud, allowing every bit of 1000 Foot Krutch flood his auricle. Darren threw himself on his bed closed his middle and drifted between the melodies of TFK and whatever the underworld entered his mind. He thought about his animation, it was a sound living, his father was a police force serjeant, his female parent the head Nurse over several regional Hospitals, he had more than sufficiency money, his grades were….well his form could've been better I mean the kid was hurt like seriously smart. There was literally no formula that he could not resolve within his head, at the age of six he was labeled a child presage and one to follow for genius like characteristics. Since displaying his awing comprehension of all things mathematical and scientific class after twelvemonth he's received invitations to colleges, scholarships, job offers, you name it he got ‘ em, but he just really didn't give a red cent. For Saviour sakes he's just 15 he wants to be a screw-up for a patch get some hair on his chest and be a teen and he's doing a pretty dear job of just that. Darren was easily one of the most pop kids at school. He was a sophomore but he stood a solid 5'8 putting him in the 90th percentile, his lentigo were permanent and the daughter found it endearing, his heart were the usual Green but laced with golden pack unlike the green-violet optic of his baby sister, autumn. He was a darker ginger than his sister, his hair being a more countryfied copper look, which made him look like a poise shiny-head brunet if anything. His name is Darren Day so he has a plenty of cool nickname such as : { 6 June 1944, Darren"Dooms"Day, and doomsday } his personal favorite was 6 June 1944. He opened his eyes as the music ceased as iTunes reached the end of his playlist ; he leaned over and clicked on another playlist, this time Fall Out Boy, and rocked off to sleep.

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I could distinguish when kyle came down into the basement he was eager to show me something, I didn't know what it was but I got all excited trying to visualise out why he was excited. Kyle stood up and looked through his dingy glasses, his tubby typeface beaming as he whipped out a magazine of sorting from the facing of his jackets and held it heights above his head. Yep, that instantly pissed me off… another playboy. I rolled my eyes and clicked on the Xbox, and I felt his hand on my wrist joint, still beaming he told me

"postponement just look at it"
"I don't want to, theres nothing skillful in those"
"Those ?"he said smugly"Do you even know what cartridge holder this is ? Or did you just hazard it was another Corinthian ?"

I tried to consider of something clever to say but he was right, I did believe it was another playboy, that's all he ever got his hands on to and they got a bit oil production after a while, but after teasing me with such potential treasure I had to consume a looking at. I fumbled through the a couple of pages and was instantly shocked, the page I landed on had a eye aged woman with her branch wide open, two long manicured finger's breadth spreading her sassing apart revealing what looked to be a slick very undimmed pink-reddish pussy, all-the-while tugging firmly on one night pinko tit and letting the former be crushed by the massive thigh of the huge blackness mastodon standing next to her with an even vast dick shoved darn near into her pectus. Her eyes were full of bust there was…cum ? Dribbling down her Kuki and neck dripping onto her chest and he was gripping her tomentum and looked as if he was pulling her promontory towards him.
It took me a bit to net my pharynx but I managed in a barely audible voice,

"have you looked through this ?"

"N-no, I waited for you s-s-so we could seem at it together"he heaved through deepening gasps. By god this was seriously turning him on, I mean I get it, it is extremely aphrodisiacal but I think he's going to blow a gasket. Let me clarify we're not dating, we've never done anything sexual, not kiss, not carry hands, nix but look at playboy together, he would get them from his older brothers and tone at them because well he's a boy I guess. When I caught him one time I took interest not because I'm a les or anything but because I could look at the char and inquire if I'll ever look anything like what is in the magazines.
"Jeeze this is hot"he breathed, I turned my tending back to the new pageboy that was lying before us. A younger blonde, probably mid-twenties had her ass in the air spread encompassing with an absurdly large black ribbed dildo in it and a pocket-size but still impressively large hawkshaw in her pussy, with her oral fissure pressed squarely on the pussy of the woman from before but this time the melanise guy wasn't there. She had her teeth on the edge of the older woman's lip tugging on it as the older woman looked to be pushing her head back towards her pussy and the whiten guy looked as if he was shoving the dildo as deep as it could get in her ass and his rooster equally deeply within her pussy. I had to allow in It was hot, it didn't get me wet or anything, I just genuinely wasn't that concern yet, I mean I knew I would like it one day suit I liked looking at it now but It just didn't turn me on like it did Kyle, I guess it makes sense, I won't be twelve for another 4 months almost and Kyle just turned 13 a few weeks ago so it's natural for him to be attracted to it, I think. Either way it was creeping me out, I just wanted to conclude the book and be done with it, maybe look at it alone but not now, no now was wayyyy to awkward.
Then I felt an overwhelming crushing on my left rib so tight that it pushed most of the air out of me to the point I couldn't even utter a cry. I was turned on my binding and felt an even great weight on my chest knocking the rest of the air out of me. Kyle was on top of me and when I tried to separate through the confusion he slammed his disgusting, fat, greasy lips against mine and threw his tongue into my sass I wanted to cry, to holler, to plain him and run but my air was getting thinner, my throat grew hot, my tongue darted out of my sassing into the open stale air of Kyle's lingering kiss and I punched him squarely in the nose as I realized if I didn't do something, anything kyle was going to choke me to destruction. I squirmed against him fighting with all my might but he was just too anathemise fat, too strong, too hurt. I tried to think straight I tried to be strong and get over some sort of offence but when the tattered bits of my old blue school day shirt was ripped from my dresser I laid there in a heaving, sobbing, defeated slew.
Kyle smiled as he looked down at my bra, totally not what he expected from Autumn. It was a purple cotton bra, with a million different colored hearts all over it, he lowered his head and squeezed my breast, harder, then harder, then even harder as he watched the torment spread over my look and tears escape my eyes, he trailed his fingerbreadth down to my milky stomach, to the tip of my jean, he tugged them up hard so they'd slid against my cunt. He hoped this would arouse me but I gave no response, just a white glassy stare into the darkness of a basement corner. I approximate Kyle was really getting pissed by my lack of enthusiasm. He angrily fumbled with my dungaree and unzipped them folding them back to see vivid Ne panties with"Q-T-Pie"printed all over it. He gripped the girdle of my step-in and tugged them up towards my omphalos ensuring they'd slide between my lips.
"fuck autumn, if you're not wet yet, you will be…maybe pregnant too, then you'll be mine…forever…"Those utmost words scared the resistance back into me and as I punched him in his jaw I followed through with one to his synagogue, unfortunately the third gear was blocked and a piercing, ringing hurting, snap through my ear, vibrating through my impudence and cut my lip on my teeth. He slapped me. He slapped me so hard the elbow room was literally spinning as I felt him crush me under his waiting and his firey breathing spell on my ear…I really was his, now and forever.

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"One night, yeah, and one to a greater extent sentence, Thanks for the remembering, thanks for the remembering, He, he tastes like you only sweeterrrr, ooo ooo ooo OH !"
And with that crescendo that was the end of the gloam Out Boy playlist. It's suspect how Kyle could never accrue asleep without euphony and as soon as it ended he'd wake up, reminded me of Suga Mama from the lofty family. Kyle sat up on his bed and pulled on a tank top. He looked blankly through the nighttime and tried to clear his header.
"shtup its late, dickhead I guess I need to urinate flake her dinner, Kyle too I guess if he's still here, I don't even know what we have cle—"
Then it hit him, the silence, it was never silent when those two were together always tacky and running through the household, he figured something was wrong, oddball was weird but she wasn't dumb sufficiency to exit the house without him, not even with Kyle.
Darren flew down the pace to the sec floor, then to the get-go, then again to the basement floor. He pulled open the door and his warmness ached, it gripped his pectus and he lost his balance. There lying in front of the Xbox was autumn with her shirt gone, and Kyle on top of her. He had his hand on her bra, cupping it, her jeans were undone. How could she ? His eccentric is fucking a disgusting insect like Kyle ? How ? Why ? How long ? Darren looked back up as he saw Kyle make a motion his mitt to oddball's affair, very close to in between them…where her undone dungaree were. He looked for his former script, did he want to know ? He found it. On her throat, half choking her. She wasn't fucking him he was going to get laid her. He didn't need to get to sense out of the quietus anymore he was going to kill him, I mean he was really going to kill him. And with that net thought Kyle was on the reason. Darren had his knee firmly in his chest pinning his arm in the process he clutched his fist reared it back and smashed it into the pudgy, greasy, smelly, fat, ugly face of the nipper who would commemorate as Kyle Ramon Rhimes.
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"check you'll kill him, DARREN STOP, PLEASE !"I screamed with all my might as I tugged at my older brother but it didn't topic I was hopelessly outmatched. Darren continued to lbf. the fat fucks face, hitting him in his nose despite the increasing amount of stock, despite the broken deoxyephedrine, despite the cries and screams for help, despite the pee that was coming down the son leg. piss ? This picayune fucker pissed on him ? With that Darren pounded harder and faster until his knuckle duster were bleeding from cutting them on the Kyle's ice and dentition.
Unexpectedly, the door flew clear, Darren didn't need the screams to order him who it was, he knew, he just didn't give a roll in the hay.
"Saviour CHRIST DARREN WHAT THE fucking"Mr. Day still in his full police uniform yanked his son off the helpless boy and threw him into the wall. When Darren recovered and tried to get ahead he easily put him into a full Admiral Nelson. With thing settled for the moment he looked at the boy lying in the pool of blood, coughing and crying. Then he looked at his wife and down at his daughter, oh god his daughter, her neck was swollen and red, her eyes full of rip, a red handprint on her face as bright as the blood on the floor, and her jeans…open.
"Oh God no, NO, NO ! NO ! NO ! ! !"Sgt. Day threw his son to the floor and almost on reflex he lifted kyle off the flooring by his hair reared back with a Irish lily-white fist and hear his married woman's bloodcurdling scream sharp enough to pierce his murderous foreign mission and stop his clenched fist a mere two inch from the boy's expression. He dropped kyle to the solid ground a wad of brunette hair's-breadth still in his hand as he ascended the stairs with fall in his blazon. Mrs. Day led Darren up the stairs holding him trying to tranquilize him down, she locked the room access from the interior and went back down the whole step to tend to Kyle, she said no quarrel to him, she need not to. Her spirit of disgust was enough. Her many year of nursing truly saved Kyle's life, she did such a glorious job with her equipment at house that Kyle only went to the infirmary as a precaution.
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"Kyle has partial sight within his left-hand eye now because of all the split up methamphetamine, that got lodged within it due to Darren's barbaric onslaught."Mr. Rhimes screamed at Mr. and Mrs. Day."Your son is an animate being who better belongs in a Zoo, he could've killed my son he coul—"
"YOUR DAMN rightfulness HE COULD'VE, and I saved his life !"Mrs. Day screamed through clenched dentition."Every night when I go to sleep I ask myself why didn't I just let him die who would've convicted my son ? Who would've said protecting his little sister from some pervish cunt is a law-breaking ?"She stood up and walked directly between Mr. and Mrs. Rhime,"No fucking one that's who. Was what my son did to yours barbarian ? YES !, Was it deadly ? Damn right, but you want to know a secret I'm glad he did it I'm glad he beat that little stag half to death…he tried to dishonor my daughter MY FUCKING daughter and I should've let him die for it."Mrs Day spat those final stage few discussion through her teeth clenching her clenched fist the blood barely able to flood around her knuckle joint.
"Yea my son made a fault but you forget who you're talking to, I'M NEXT IN occupation TO BE D.A. get that ? That's territorial dominion ATTORNEY which means I have the means to exhort armorial bearing against your son and you won't see him for a retentive time."Mrs. Rhimes spat back with equal retribution.
"And I'm The police Sergeant and my bestfriend from childhood is the Chief of Police so I have the connections to try your son as an grownup and your baby boy won't see daylight for the next 15-35 years."Sgt. Day said rising to his feet with daring intent in his for both Mr. and Mrs. Rhimes.
Mrs. Rhimes spoke first,"Well it looks like we're at an impasse. Regardless I don't want your son here, and I don't mean value this town, metropolis, or commonwealth I want his ass out of FL and out of the eastern United States Coast Now ! I don't give a fuck what you do to my son, if he's not gone I'm press charges and using every dirty tactic to get him locked up for as long as I can unfairly get."She meant it the fire and hatred in her optic made the point for her.
Sgt. Day was next to mouth,"good deal !"Mrs. Day looked appalled at her married man, and formed her defensive objection, but was silenced by a undulation of his hand."If my son faces no pokey time I'll send him to live with my brother in TX, but when we're at oeuvre I need to do it my daughter is secure, so your son goes too."
"Done !"Said Mr. Rhimes,"I'll one up you Sarg, if you get your son to texas I'll send Kyle with my adoptive sister in Korea and that'll be the end you'll ever here from us.
Sgt. Day gave a jeopardize nod and with that gripped his wife's arm and led her back to the car. She didn't say a word to him, or the two weeks it took to get the transcription set up. But the day had come, Darren was leaving.
He hadn't said often and no one faulted him for protecting his sis. When Kyle showed up at the hospital Son spread around quickly even reaching the local anaesthetic newsworthiness about what happened and that was probably all the more rationality that both parents wanted to polish off their minor from the spotlight so desperately. In the two calendar week since the incident happened, everyone was extremely nice to Autumn at school day, and she even developed a inner circle at school when masses realized how aplomb she can be once you talk to her. This made things well-to-do for Darren as he left knowing she won't be alone anymore, citizenry were immolating her now wearing absurd colors and even uncanny token that she loved to decorate herself with and she seemed happy to have got friends, but he hardly spoke and didn't really give any auf wiedersehen's. His only material gesture in those two weeks was the hug he gave his crime syndicate especially his sister before he left, he finally spoke as he walked through the gate turning and throwing a lopsided super bounce ball to her. She asked him what it was, as it bounced awkwardly away from her and she ran to catch it. To her surprise he answered…
"It's an eccentric ”.





~~~~~~Okay so I felt the motivation to clarify a few affair, this is not a rape level, I mean well this division is but the series won't be, I know it didn't have all that much sex in it but it'll get there if you guys want it to. I wanted to leave it with a drop-off hanger but the last paragraph kinda seems like a conclusion to me so I'm going to begin Chapter 2 here to see if you guys desire more, overconfident or negative scuttlebutt accepted I'll use it all to be a better writer.~~~~~~~






autumn woke up to an excessively loudly motorcycle coming through her neck of the woods. The phone faded in and out of with the curve of her neighbourhood but then roared to a halt outside her window, it was just before 9:00a.m. on a Sunday and her parents were both fortunate to have the day off together, a day they planned to use for a date and quietus, they would not be well-chosen. She caught up with them as they walked towards the battlefront doorway, her dad smell like coffee and her mom smelling like"ew"sex ? They walked outside all in jammies. Her Dad, in Green john with gold letters that said"Captain"he moved through his police lieutenant promotion so quickly there was hardly a point in appointing it. Her mom in a long pink bathrobe with fade letters that used to say issue one mom, and she in a ping tank top and jammies drawers that read :"I'm just aDORKable ”. With yellow-bellied smileys in thick black rimmed meth.
The stranger rose off his bicycle and turned his vertebral column to the crime syndicate ; he lifted his helmet off displaying his brusk brunet ringlet, as he slid off his jacket. One arm had a tattoo on it but she couldn't make out what it said. What she could cook out was he was big very big. He was about 6'4 and somewhere around 220 pounds that looked to be pure muscle. With his back still turned he finally spoke,"You've begin old, You've gotten fatter, and You've convey taller"he turned and looked at the confused category, as they all adjusted to his nerve. Then Autumn read his tattoo, it said…"D-Day"
"Darren ?"
"Who else oddball ?"
With that she ran into his arms jumping up to his new found elevation and he twirled her in her arms. He was soon comforted by a hug from his female parent and patted on the back from his founder. It has been nearly four farseeing class, and finally Darren was home.
A White River Mercedes pulled into the private road and a Pres Young dirty blonde stepped out and smiled awkwardly, at the baffled family.
"Oh"Smiled Darren as he cupped the beauty in his blazon,"Let me introduce my beautiful fiancé, Jazmyn."
"But you're not even 20, not until future month."
"True, so are you going to depart my fiancé in the cold one week from Christmastime ? Or are you going to invite us in to catch up mom ?"
"Uh-um y-y-yes do join us Jazmyn, I'm summer and this is my husband Neal, and my daughter Autumn."
"Nice to meet you all"Jazmyn beamed.
"I'm sorry but before we sit down, may I ask how old you are Jazmyn ?"
"I'm 18 senior pilot Day, my birthday was two weeks ago December 13th, exactly one calendar month before Darren's on Jan 13th when he'll be 20."She said a little to bubbly for the moment.
"Are you pregnant ?"Blurted out Mrs. Day
"Jesus Christ mom why not ask her which position is our favorite piece of ass position."Darren replied with the utmost annoyance.
This was the best soap opera autumn could've wished for. She giggled at the embarrassment on her female parent's face, the bother in her pal's, and the chastising from her father.
"No Mrs. Day, I'm a virgin, your son is a gentleman, we've been together for nearly four years."
Still immensely stymy Mrs. Day responded,"Welcome to the category Jazmine"and leaned in for a hug.





~~~ok if you couldn't human body it out the next installment is gon na hold a lot of sex, and a little Latinian language, a few surprises, and hopefully a dear story…that is if you guys want me to pee-pee more… THANKS FOR READING~~~