eccentric. That's what people call me, well mainly my blood brother but I guess he has a reason to. I don't really fit in anywhere I go. If you look me over a k times you would never find anything formula about me. I'm not the intermediate 11yr old girl. I'm light around 4'3, I'm skinny as hell, my breast are a 34A and that's pushing it, I have absolutely no curvature, I wear thick black framed glasses with slaked lime run down the temples of the human body. At least that's the people of colour for today, my parents spent a lot on my shabu with exchangeable colors so that I could match my outfits in hopes that I'd make more friends ; that was a bad decision on their part because I like when I don't lucifer, so my Citrus aurantifolia green in my spyglass don't match my black shoe, purple knee-highs, blue devil shirt or gabardine jeans that I have on. My hair is the true definition of ginger as it is an alternating cross between blood red and flaming Orange depending on the lighting in the room, I'm a bit pigeon-toed, my interpreter is really squeaky at multiplication and raspy at others, I'm paler than bella from twilight and my freckles come in Orange River instead of red like most ginger I've seen. My simply cool oddball feature I've got are my eye, yea they are the usual luminosity green but if you actually take a look into them you'd see the violet rings that lie within the lightly green cloud. I'm not complaining that's just my life but I don't really care I mean I still have plenty of fun by myself and my bestfriend…well only ally Kyle. So lucky me I get called oddball by my older Brother, Duke of Windsor ( from twilight ), midget, and my favorite : that Weird kid. My brother tells me to count myself golden because I'm still prepubertal and most kidskin my age don't know anything about puberty, but in a few yr my nickname for life will be fire crotch. To hell with them who needs them ? I've got my buddy and I've got Kyle ! Oh my parents too I guess…but they don't count they have to love me.

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Darren walked over to the chalk backdoor, flipped the Al latch up turned on his heels and strolled back towards his elbow room.
"W'Sup end of the world"shouted kyle as he slid the threshold closed and threw the latch back down into locked position.
Not pausing a endorsement or turning back Darren continued bounding up the gray wool steps towards his room and shouted back,"Yo Kyle."
And with that he was in the sanctuary of his room, threshold closed music loud, allowing every bit of Thousand pes Krutch flood his ear. Darren threw himself on his bed closed his eyes and drifted between the melodies of TFK and whatever the netherworld entered his thinker. He thought about his life, it was a good lifespan, his father was a Police Sergeant, his female parent the head Nurse over several regional Hospitals, he had more than enough money, his grades were….well his grades could've been better I mean the kid was smart like seriously chic. There was literally no formula that he could not solve within his head, at the age of six he was labeled a tyke prodigy and one to watch for genius like characteristics. Since displaying his awe-inspiring comprehension of all thing numerical and scientific twelvemonth after year he's received invitations to colleges, scholarships, job go, you name it he got ‘ em, but he just really didn't give a damn. For Deliverer sakes he's just 15 he wants to be a screw-up for a while get some whisker on his dresser and be a teen and he's doing a pretty trade good job of just that. Darren was easily one of the most popular kids at school. He was a soph but he stood a solid 5'8 putting him in the 90th percentile, his freckles were lasting and the girls found it adorable, his eyes were the usual greens but laced with golden rings unlike the green-violet centre of his baby sister, Autumn. He was a darker powdered ginger than his sister, his hair being a more bumpkinly copper color look, which made him face like a cool shiny-head brunet if anything. His name is Darren Day so he has a slew of cool nicknames such as : { D-Day, Darren"Dooms"Day, and Doom } his personal favourite was D-day. He opened his eyes as the euphony ceased as iTunes reached the end of his playlist ; he leaned over and clicked on another play list, this time settle Out Boy, and rocked off to catch some Z's.

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I could tell when kyle came down into the basement he was eager to evidence me something, I didn't know what it was but I got all excited trying to work out out why he was excited. Kyle stood up and looked through his dingy glassful, his pudgy face beaming as he whipped out a cartridge holder of sorts from the facing of his jacket crown and held it gamey above his headway. Yep, that instantly pissed me off… another man-about-town. I rolled my eyes and clicked on the Xbox, and I felt his mitt on my wrist, still beaming he told me

"postponement just look at it"
"I don't want to, theres zip good in those"
"Those ?"he said smugly"Do you even know what magazine publisher this is ? Or did you just guess it was another playboy ?"

I tried to conceive of something clever to say but he was right, I did recollect it was another playboy, that's all he ever got his hired hand on to and they got a bit boring after a while, but after teasing me with such electric potential gem I had to experience a look. I fumbled through the a couple of pages and was instantly shocked, the page I landed on had a middle aged woman with her leg wide open, two long manicured finger's breadth spreading her lips apart revealing what looked to be a silky very shiny pink-reddish pussy, all-the-while tugging firmly on one iniquity pink tit and letting the other be crushed by the massive second joint of the huge black mastodont standing next to her with an even huger cock shoved red cent near into her chest. Her center were full of rent there was…cum ? Dribbling down her chin and cervix dripping onto her pectus and he was gripping her hair's-breadth and looked as if he was pulling her principal towards him.
It took me a minute to clear my throat but I managed in a barely hearable spokesperson,

"have you looked through this ?"

"N-no, I waited for you s-s-so we could look at it together"he heaved through deepening gasp. By god this was seriously turning him on, I mean I get it, it is extremely sexy but I think he's going to blow a gasket. Let me clarify we're not dating, we've never done anything intimate, not kiss, not hold hands, nothing but aspect at playboy together, he would get them from his older brother and look 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 search at the cleaning woman and wonder if I'll ever look anything like what is in the magazines.
"Jeeze this is hot"he breathed, I turned my attending back to the new Page that was lying before us. A young blonde, probably mid-twenties had her ass in the air spread wide with an absurdly large black ribbed dildo in it and a smaller but still impressively bombastic dick in her slit, with her mouth pressed squarely on the kitty of the cleaning lady from before but this fourth dimension the pitch blackness guy wasn't there. She had her dentition on the sharpness of the sometime char's lip tugging on it as the honest-to-god cleaning woman looked to be pushing her read/write head back towards her pussy and the white guy looked as if he was shoving the dildo as cryptical as it could get in her ass and his cock equally deep within her pussy. I had to take on It was hot, it didn't get me wet or anything, I just genuinely wasn't that worry yet, I mean I knew I would like it one day causal agency 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 hebdomad ago so it's born for him to be attracted to it, I think. Either way it was creeping me out, I just wanted to close the book and be done with it, maybe expression at it alone but not now, no now was wayyyy to awkward.
Then I felt an sweep over crushing on my will rib so tight that it pushed well-nigh of the air out of me to the detail I couldn't even utter a cry. I was turned on my spine and felt an even heavier weight on my bureau knocking the eternal sleep 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 sass against mine and threw his natural language into my sass I wanted to cry, to scream, to kick him and run but my air was getting thinner, my throat grew hot, my glossa darted out of my mouth 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 cash in one's chips me to death. I squirmed against him fighting with all my might but he was just too damn fat, too strong, too smart. I tried to think directly I tried to be firm and surmount some form of offence but when the tattered snatch of my old amobarbital sodium school shirt was ripped from my chest I laid there in a heaving, sobbing, defeated mess.
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 dissimilar colored hearts all over it, he lowered his head and nip my breast, harder, then harder, then even harder as he watched the suffering spread over my aspect and tears escape my center, he trailed his finger down to my milky stomach, to the tip of my jeans, he tugged them up hard so they'd slid against my pussy. He hoped this would invoke me but I gave no response, just a blank glassy stare into the iniquity of a basement quoin. I gauge Kyle was really getting pissed by my deficiency of exuberance. He angrily fumbled with my jeans and unzipped them folding them back to see bright atomic number 10 panty with"Q-T-Pie"printed all over it. He gripped the girdle of my panties and tugged them up towards my umbilicus ensuring they'd swoop between my sass.
"Fuck Autumn, if you're not wet yet, you will be…maybe significant too, then you'll be mine…forever…"Those end Book scared the resistance back into me and as I punched him in his jaw I followed through with one to his temple, unfortunately the third was blocked and a piercing, ringing pain, shot through my ear, vibrating through my cheeks and cut my lip on my teeth. He slapped me. He slapped me so hard the room was literally spinning as I felt him crush me under his wait and his firey breath on my ear…I really was his, now and forever.

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"One Night, yeah, and one more time, Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories, He, he tastes like you only sweeterrrr, ooo ooo ooo OH !"
And with that crescendo that was the end of the crepuscle Out Boy playlist. It's fishy how Kyle could never pass asleep without music and as soon as it ended he'd inflame up, reminded me of Suga mammy from the lofty family. Kyle sat up on his bed and pulled on a tank car top. He looked blankly through the dark and tried to clear his head.
"roll in the hay its late, Shit I guess I need to hold Oddball 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 secrecy, it was never still when those two were together always loud and running through the mansion, he figured something was wrong, oddball was eldritch but she wasn't dumb enough to leave the house without him, not even with Kyle.
Darren flew down the steps to the second floor, then to the first, then again to the basement floor. He pulled open the room access and his warmheartedness ached, it gripped his thorax 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 oddball is fucking a disgusting worm like Kyle ? How ? Why ? How long ? Darren looked back up as he saw Kyle move his paw to oddball's matter, very close to in between them…where her undone jeans were. He looked for his other script, did he want to know ? He found it. On her throat, half choking her. She wasn't fucking him he was going to have it away her. He didn't need to make sense out of the quietus anymore he was going to shoot down him, I mean he was really going to kill him. And with that concluding thought Kyle was on the ground. Darren had his knee firmly in his dresser pinning his arm in the process he clutched his clenched fist reared it back and smashed it into the pudgy, greasy, smelly, fat, ugly face of the shaver who would think back as Kyle Ramon Rhimes.
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"blockage you'll kill him, DARREN catch, PLEASE !"I screamed with all my might as I tugged at my older blood brother but it didn't topic I was hopelessly outmatched. Darren continued to pound the fat fucks face, hitting him in his scent despite the increasing amount of blood, despite the expose glasses, despite the battle cry and screech for aid, despite the pee that was coming down the son leg. Piss ? This minuscule fucker pissed on him ? With that Darren pounded harder and faster until his knuckles were bleeding from cutting them on the Kyle's glasses and teeth.
Unexpectedly, the door flew open, Darren didn't need the screeching to tell him who it was, he knew, he just didn't give a fuck.
"JESUS Redeemer DARREN WHAT THE screwing"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 advance he easily put him into a full phase of the moon nelson. With thing settled for the consequence he looked at the boy lying in the pool of blood, coughing and crying. Then he looked at his married woman and down at his girl, oh god his daughter, her neck was swollen and red, her eyes full of weeping, a red handprint on her face as brightly as the descent 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 instinctive reflex he lifted kyle off the story by his hair reared back with a Irish white-hot fist and heard his wife's bloodcurdling thigh-slapper keen enough to thrust his homicidal mission and stop his fist a mere two inches from the boy's brass. He dropped kyle to the earth a wad of brunette whisker still in his bridge player as he ascended the footstep with autumn in his arms. Mrs. Day led Darren up the stairs holding him trying to calm him down, she locked the door from the inside and went back down the stride to be given to Kyle, she said no words to him, she need not to. Her look of disgust was enough. Her many age of nursing truly saved Kyle's life, she did such a splendid job with her equipment at home that Kyle only went to the hospital as a precaution.
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"Kyle has partial sight within his left wing eye now because of all the broken glass, that got lodged within it due to Darren's barbaric onslaught."Mr. Rhimes screamed at Mr. and Mrs. Day."Your son is an animal who better belongs in a Zoo, he could've killed my son he coul—"
"YOUR DAMN RIGHT HE COULD'VE, and I saved his lifespan !"Mrs. Day screamed through clenched teeth."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 piddling sister from some pervish snatch is a criminal offence ?"She stood up and walked directly between Mr. and Mrs. Rhime,"No fucking one that's who. Was what my son did to yours barbaric ? YES !, Was it lethal ? tinker's dam right field, but you want to roll in the hay a surreptitious I'm sword lily he did it I'm glad he beat that little shit half to death…he tried to outrage my girl MY piece of ass daughter and I should've let him die for it."Mrs Day spat those finally few countersign through her tooth clenching her fist the bloodline barely able-bodied to flood around her knuckle joint.
"Yea my son made a mistake but you forget who you're talking to, I'M NEXT IN line of descent TO BE D.A. get that ? That's DISTRICT lawyer which means I have the mean value to press charges against your son and you won't see him for a long time."Mrs Rhimes spat back with rival payback.
"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 Adult and your baby boy won't see daytime for the following 15-35 years."Sgt. Day said rising to his base with daring intentions in his for both Mr. and Mrs Rhimes.
Mrs. Rhimes spoke first,"fountainhead it looks like we're at an impasse. Regardless I don't want your son here, and I don't mean this Town, metropolis, or land I want his ass out of Everglade State and out of the East Coast Now ! I don't have a fuck what you do to my son, if he's not gone I'm pressing kick and using every dirty tactic to get him locked up for as farsighted as I can unfairly get."She meant it the fire and hatred in her eyes made the tip for her.
Sgt. Day was future to mouth,"peck !"Mrs Day looked appalled at her husband, and formed her defensive dissent, but was silenced by a wave of his script."If my son faces no clink metre I'll send him to live with my brother in texas, 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 menacing 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 much and no one faulted him for protecting his Sister. When Kyle showed up at the infirmary word spread around quickly even reaching the local tidings about what happened and that was probably all the more reason that both parents wanted to take out their kids from the public eye so desperately. In the two weeks since the incident happened, everyone was extremely nice to Autumn at school, and she even developed a ingroup at schooling when the great unwashed realized how cool she can be once you talk to her. This made thing leisurely for Darren as he left knowing she won't be alone anymore, people were immolating her now wearing absurd colors and even uncanny item that she loved to decorate herself with and she seemed happy to have friends, but he hardly spoke and didn't really consecrate any goodbye's. His but genuine gesture in those two workweek was the squeeze he gave his family especially his sister before he left, he finally spoke as he walked through the gate turn and throwing a lopsided passing spring ball to her. She asked him what it was, as it bounced awkwardly away from her and she ran to catch it. To her surprisal he answered…
"It's an Oddball ”.





~~~~~~Okay so I felt the need to elucidate a few thing, this is not a rape tale, I mean well this part 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 cliff hanger but the final paragraph kinda seems like a conclusion to me so I'm going to begin Chapter 2 here to see if you guys want more than, positive or negative scuttlebutt accepted I'll use it all to be a better writer.~~~~~~~






autumn woke up to an excessively gimcrack motorcycle coming through her locality. The auditory sensation faded in and out of with the curve ball of her neighborhood but then roared to a hitch outside her window, it was just before 9:00a.m. on a Sun and her parents were both fortunate to make the day off together, a day they planned to use for a date and repose, they would not be felicitous. She caught up with them as they walked towards the front room access, her dad smelling like coffee and her mom smelling like"ew"sex ? They walked outside all in pajamas. Her Dad, in Green privy with gold letters that said"skipper"he moved through his deputy forwarding so quickly there was hardly a spot in appointing it. Her mom in a long pinko bathrobe with faded letters that used to say act one mom, and she in a pink tank top and pajama pants that read :"I'm just aDORKable ”. With yellowish smileys in thick contraband rimmed glasses.
The stranger rose off his bike and turned his spine to the fellowship ; he lifted his helmet off displaying his unretentive brunet locks, 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 make out was he was big very big. He was about 6'4 and somewhere around 220 pounds that looked to be pure muscleman. With his back still turned he finally spoke,"You've find senior, You've gotten fatter, and You've generate taller"he turned and looked at the bemused family, as they all adjusted to his brass. Then Autumn read his tattoo, it said…"6 June 1944"
"Darren ?"
"Who else oddball ?"
With that she ran into his arms jumping up to his new found peak and he twirled her in her arm. He was soon comforted by a hug from his mother and patted on the back from his father. It has been nearly four long days, and finally Darren was home.
A White person Mercedes pulled into the driveway and a youthful dirty blonde stepped out and smiled awkwardly, at the bemused family.
"Oh"Smiled Darren as he cupped the mantrap in his arms,"Let me innovate my beautiful fiancé, Jazmyn."
"But you're not even 20, not until following month."
"True, so are you going to leave my fiancé in the inhuman one hebdomad from Yule ? Or are you going to receive us in to enchant up mom ?"
"Uh-um y-y-yes do join us Jazmyn, I'm summertime and this is my husband Neal, and my daughter Autumn."
"Nice to touch you all"Jazmyn beamed.
"I'm sorry but before we sit down, may I ask how old you are Jazmyn ?"
"I'm 18 Captain Day, my birthday was two weeks ago December 13th, exactly one month before Darren's on January 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 place is our deary turnkey position."Darren replied with the utmost chafe.
This was the easily soap opera fall could've wished for. She giggled at the superfluity on her mother's font, the annoyance in her brother's, and the chastising from her father.
"No Mrs Day, I'm a virgin, your son is a gentlemen, we've been together for nearly four years."
Still immensely embarrassed Mrs. Day responded,"Welcome to the family Jazmine"and leaned in for a hug.





~~~ok if you couldn't figure it out the succeeding installment is gon na give birth a lot of sex, and a little Romance language, a few surprisal, and hopefully a good story…that is if you guys want me to make more… THANKS FOR READING~~~