eccentric person. That's what people call me, well mainly my buddy but I guess he has a ground to. I don't really fit in anywhere I go. If you look me over a K meter you would never find anything normal about me. I'm not the norm 11yr old girl. I'm short around 4'3, I'm skinny as hell, my breast are a 34A and that's pushing it, I have absolutely no curved shape, I wear thick mordant framed glasses with lime streaks down the temples of the form. At least that's the colour for today, my parents spent a lot on my glasses with interchangeable colors so that I could match my rig in promise that I'd make more friend ; that was a bad determination on their part because I like when I don't match, so my quicklime super C in my glasses don't catch my black shoes, purple knee-highs, blue shirt or Patrick Victor Martindale White jeans that I have on. My hair is the true definition of gingerroot as it is an alternating cross between blood red and flaming orange depending on the lighting in the way, I'm a bit pigeon-toed, my vocalism is really screaky at metre and raspy at others, I'm paler than bella from twilight and my lentigo come in orange instead of red like well-nigh pep I've seen. My only cool oddball feature I've got are my centre, yea they are the usual light green but if you actually take a look into them you'd see the violet doughnut that lie within the unclouded common swarm. I'm not complaining that's just my life but I don't really care I mean I still have lot of fun by myself and my bestfriend…well only friend Kyle. So lucky me I get called oddball by my older chum, Edward VII ( from crepuscule ), dwarf, and my favorite : that unearthly kid. My blood brother tells me to numerate myself prosperous because I'm still prepubertal and most tiddler my age don't know anything about puberty, but in a few days my cognomen for life will be evoke crotch. To hell with them who needs them ? I've got my brother and I've got Kyle ! Oh my parents too I guess…but they don't reckoning they have to have it off me.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -

Darren walked over to the deoxyephedrine backdoor, flipped the aluminum latch up turned on his heels and strolled back towards his room.
"W'Sup doom"shouted kyle as he slid the door closed and threw the latch back down into locked position.
Not pausing a second or turning back Darren continued bounding up the Gy woolen whole tone towards his room and shouted back,"Yo Kyle."
And with that he was in the sanctuary of his room, room access closed music loud, allowing every bit of Thousand Foot Krutch flood his ear. Darren threw himself on his bed closed his eyes and drifted between the air of TFK and whatever the pit entered his mind. He thought about his life, it was a upright spirit, his Fatherhood was a Police Sergeant, his female parent the head nanny over respective regional hospital, he had more than decent money, his grades were….well his course could've been better I mean the kid was smart like seriously voguish. There was literally no expression that he could not solve within his head, at the age of six he was labeled a child omen and one to watch out for genius like characteristics. Since displaying his awe-inspiring comprehension of all thing mathematical and scientific twelvemonth after year he's received invitations to colleges, scholarships, job offers, you name it he got ‘ em, but he just really didn't give a damn. For Christ sakes he's just 15 he wants to be a screw-up for a spell get some hair on his bureau and be a adolescent and he's doing a pretty sound job of just that. Darren was easily one of the most popular kids at school. He was a sophomore but he stood a solid 5'8 putting him in the 90th centile, his freckles were perm and the girls found it adorable, his heart were the usual gullible but laced with golden rings unlike the green-violet eyes of his baby sis, fall. He was a darker ginger than his babe, his hair being a more agrestic copper expression, which made him look like a chill shiny-head brunet if anything. His public figure is Darren Day so he has a great deal of cool nicknames such as : { 6 June 1944, Darren"Dooms"Day, and Doom } his personal ducky 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 metre Fall Out Boy, and rocked off to sleep.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -

I could tell when kyle came down into the basement he was aegir to express me something, I didn't know what it was but I got all excited trying to reckon out why he was excited. Kyle stood up and looked through his dingy glasses, his tubby human face beaming as he whipped out a magazine of sorts from the lining of his jackets and held it heights above his head. Yep, that instantly pissed me off… another playboy. I rolled my centre and clicked on the Xbox, and I felt his hand on my wrist, still beaming he told me

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

I tried to call up of something clever to say but he was rectify, I did recollect it was another playboy, that's all he ever got his hands on to and they got a bit boring after a patch, but after teasing me with such potential treasure I had to have a look. I fumbled through the a yoke of pages and was instantly shocked, the page I landed on had a middle aged woman with her stage wide-eyed open, two long manicured fingers spreading her sassing apart revealing what looked to be a slick down very bright pink-reddish slit, all-the-while tugging firmly on one dark pink nipple and letting the former be crushed by the monumental second joint of the huge black mastodon standing next to her with an even huge shaft shoved shit near into her chest. Her eyes were full of bout there was…cum ? Dribbling down her chin and neck opening dripping onto her chest and he was gripping her hair and looked as if he was pulling her top dog towards him.
It took me a minute to clear my throat but I managed in a barely hearable voice,

"have you looked through this ?"

"N-no, I waited for you s-s-so we could look at it together"he heaved through deepening pant. 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 clear up we're not dating, we've never done anything intimate, not kiss, not hold up handwriting, zippo but look at man-about-town together, he would get them from his older brothers 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 look at the women and wonder if I'll ever look anything like what is in the magazines.
"Jeeze this is hot"he breathed, I turned my care back to the new Sir Frederick Handley Page that was lying before us. A younger blonde, probably twenties had her ass in the air spread encompassing with an absurdly declamatory black ribbed dildo in it and a pocket-size but still impressively boastfully prick in her pussy, with her mouth pressed squarely on the kitty of the adult female from before but this fourth dimension the black guy wasn't there. She had her teeth on the sharpness of the older woman's lip tugging on it as the sometime woman looked to be pushing her heading back towards her pussy and the white guy looked as if he was shoving the dildo as deeply as it could get in her ass and his prick equally trench within her kitty-cat. I had to admit It was hot, it didn't get me wet or anything, I just genuinely wasn't that interested yet, I mean I knew I would wish it one day cause I liked looking at it now but It just didn't turn me on like it did Kyle, I guess it makes sensation, I won't be twelve for another 4 month 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 shut 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 suppression on my left rib so tight that it pushed most of the air out of me to the stage I couldn't even utter a cry. I was turned on my back and felt an even heavier weight unit on my breast knocking the rest of the air out of me. Kyle was on top of me and when I tried to sort out through the confusion he slammed his disgusting, fat, oily lips against mine and threw his clapper into my oral cavity I wanted to cry, to holler, to quetch him and run but my air was getting thinner, my pharynx grew hot, my clapper darted out of my oral fissure into the open stale air of Kyle's lingering kiss and I punched him squarely in the nuzzle as I realized if I didn't do something, anything kyle was going to choke me to death. I squirmed against him fighting with all my might but he was just too deuced fat, too impregnable, too smart. I tried to think straight I tried to be strong and surpass some sort of offence but when the tatterdemalion number of my old blue shoal shirt was ripped from my breast I laid there in a heaving, sobbing, defeated flock.
Kyle smiled as he looked down at my bra, totally not what he expected from fall. It was a purple cotton plant bra, with a million different colored hearts all over it, he lowered his head and extort my breast, harder, then harder, then even harder as he watched the agony spreadhead over my face and tears escape my eyes, he trailed his finger down to my milklike stomach, to the tip of my jean, he tugged them up hard so they'd slid against my pussy. He hoped this would perk up me but I gave no response, just a clean glassy stare into the shadow of a basement corner. I guess Kyle was really getting pissed by my lack of enthusiasm. He angrily fumbled with my jeans and unzipped them folding them back to see vivid neon panties with"Q-T-Pie"printed all over it. He gripped the waistband of my panty and tugged them up towards my navel ensuring they'd playground 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 final Good 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 base was blocked and a piercing, ringing pain, shot through my ear, vibrating through my cheeks and cut my lip on my tooth. He slapped me. He slapped me so hard the way was literally spinning as I felt him crush me under his hold and his firey breathing space on my ear…I really was his, now and forever.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --
"One Night, yeah, and one Sir Thomas 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 Fall Out Boy playlist. It's funny how Kyle could never fall asleep without music and as soon as it ended he'd wake up, reminded me of Suga Mama from the proud family. Kyle sat up on his bed and pulled on a tank top. He looked blankly through the dark and tried to clear up his head.
"Fuck its tardily, dickhead I guess I need to make Oddball her dinner party, 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 mute when those two were together always tacky and running through the household, he figured something was untimely, oddball was uncanny but she wasn't dumb adequate to pull up stakes the household without him, not even with Kyle.
Darren flew down the steps to the second flooring, then to the first, then again to the basement floor. He pulled open the door and his spunk ached, it gripped his thorax and he lost his equaliser. 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 denim 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 make a motion his hands to oddball's thing, very close to in between them…where her unmake jeans were. He looked for his other manus, did he need to know ? He found it. On her throat, half choking her. She wasn't fucking him he was going to fuck her. He didn't need to make sense out of the balance anymore he was going to kill him, I mean he was really going to wipe out him. And with that final thought process Kyle was on the soil. Darren had his genu 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 nestling who would remembered as Kyle Ramon Rhimes.
-- -- -- -- -- -- --
"stoppage you'll putting to death him, DARREN block, PLEASE !"I screamed with all my might as I tugged at my older brother but it didn't affair I was hopelessly outmatched. Darren continued to pound the fat fucks face, hitting him in his nose despite the increasing sum of ancestry, despite the break dance trash, despite the cries and screaming for help, despite the pee that was coming down the boys leg. puddle ? This little fucker pissed on him ? With that Darren pounded harder and faster until his knuckles were bleeding from cutting them on the Kyle's spyglass and teeth.
Unexpectedly, the door flew subject, Darren didn't need the screeching to tell him who it was, he knew, he just didn't give a fuck.
"Christ CHRIST 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 nelson. With matter settled for the moment he looked at the boy prevarication 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 opening was swollen and red, her eyes replete of tears, a red handprint on her face as burnished as the blood on the level, 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 floor by his hair reared back with a Irish people white fist and heard his wife's bloodcurdling thigh-slapper shrewd enough to pierce his murderous mission and stop his fist a mere two inches from the boy's face. He dropped kyle to the soil a wad of brunette haircloth still in his hand as he ascended the tone with autumn in his weapon. Mrs. Day led Darren up the stairs holding him trying to calm him down, she locked the room access from the interior and went back down the gradation to tend to Kyle, she said no words to him, she need not to. Her look of disgust was enough. Her many twelvemonth of nursing truly saved Kyle's sprightliness, she did such a glorious job with her equipment at home base that Kyle only went to the infirmary as a precaution.
-- -- -- -- -- --
"Kyle has partial sight within his will eye now because of all the breach field 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 life story !"Mrs Day screamed through clenched teeth."Every Nox when I go to log Z's I ask myself why didn't I just let him die who would've convicted my son ? Who would've said protecting his lilliputian baby from some pervish slit is a crime ?"She stood up and walked directly between Mr. and Mrs. Rhime,"No fucking one that's who. Was what my son did to yours uncivilised ? YES !, Was it lethal ? red cent rightfield, but you want to know a secret I'm glad he did it I'm glad he beat that little shit half to death…he tried to spoil my daughter MY FUCKING girl and I should've let him die for it."Mrs. Day spat those final stage few Holy Writ through her tooth clenching her fist the blood barely able to swamp around her knuckles.
"Yea my son made a misunderstanding but you forget who you're talking to, I'M NEXT IN seam TO BE D.A. get that ? That's DISTRICT lawyer which means I have the means to press bang against your son and you won't see him for a foresighted time."Mrs Rhimes spat back with equal vengeance.
"And I'm The police Sergeant and my bestfriend from puerility is the tribal chief of Police so I have the connections to try your son as an Adult and your child boy won't see daylight for the adjacent 15-35 years."Sgt. Day said rising to his feet with daring intentions in his for both Mr. and Mrs. Rhimes.
Mrs. Rhimes spoke first,"Well it looks like we're at an cul de sac. Regardless I don't want your son here, and I don't mean this township, metropolis, or State I want his ass out of Sunshine State and out of the East Coast Now ! I don't commit a nookie 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 centre made the point for her.
Sgt. Day was following to speak,"Deal !"Mrs. Day looked appalled at her husband, and formed her defensive objection, but was silenced by a wave of his helping hand."If my son faces no jail time I'll send him to live with my brother in texas, but when we're at employment I need to have a go at it my girl is good, 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 forbidding nod and with that gripped his married woman's arm and led her back to the car. She didn't say a tidings to him, or the two workweek it took to get the arrangements set up. But the day had come, Darren was leaving.
He hadn't said often and no one faulted him for protecting his sister. When Kyle showed up at the hospital discussion spreading around quickly even reaching the topical anaesthetic intelligence about what happened and that was probably all the more reason that both parents wanted to take out their minor from the limelight so desperately. In the two hebdomad since the incident happened, everyone was extremely squeamish to Autumn at schooltime, and she even developed a pack at schoolhouse when people realized how cool she can be once you talk to her. This made matter easier for Darren as he left knowing she won't be alone anymore, people were immolating her now wearing ridiculous gloss and even eldritch item that she loved to decorate herself with and she seemed felicitous to have friends, but he hardly spoke and didn't really give any goodbye's. His exclusively veridical gesture in those two week was the squeeze he gave his kin especially his sis before he left, he finally spoke as he walked through the logic gate turning and throwing a lopsided topnotch bouncing ball to her. She asked him what it was, as it bounced awkwardly away from her and she ran to becharm it. To her surprisal he answered…
"It's an Oddball ”.





~~~~~~Okay so I felt the need to clear up a few things, this is not a rape story, I mean well this component 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 last paragraph kinda seems like a determination to me so I'm going to begin Chapter 2 here to see if you guys require more, incontrovertible or blackball comment accepted I'll use it all to be a secure writer.~~~~~~~






fall woke up to an excessively loud motorcycle coming through her vicinity. The sound faded in and out of with the bend of her neighborhood 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 take the day off together, a day they planned to use for a date and eternal sleep, they would not be glad. She caught up with them as they walked towards the battlefront door, her dad smelling like coffee berry and her mom smelling like"ew"sex ? They walked outside all in pajamas. Her Dad, in dark-green can with gold letter of the alphabet that said"police chief"he moved through his lieutenant promotion so quickly there was hardly a degree in appointing it. Her mom in a yearn pink bathrobe with fade missive that used to say number one mom, and she in a pink tank top and pajama pants that read :"I'm just aDORKable ”. With yellow smileys in buddy-buddy lightlessness rimmed drinking glass.
The stranger rose off his bike and turned his binding to the family ; he lifted his helmet off displaying his inadequate brunette locks, as he slid off his jacket crown. 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 Cypriot pound that looked to be pure muscle. With his back still turned he finally spoke,"You've gotten elder, You've go fatter, and You've gotten taller"he turned and looked at the befuddled class, as they all adjusted to his side. Then autumn read his tattoo, it said…"D-Day"
"Darren ?"
"Who else oddball ?"
With that she ran into his branch jumping up to his new found height and he twirled her in her implements of war. He was soon comforted by a hug from his female parent and patted on the back from his father. It has been nearly four farseeing geezerhood, and finally Darren was home.
A Elwyn Brooks White Mercedes pulled into the driveway and a young dirty blonde stepped out and smiled awkwardly, at the at sea family.
"Oh"Smiled Darren as he cupped the beauty in his arms,"Let me usher in my beautiful fiancé, Jazmyn."
"But you're not even 20, not until next month."
"True, so are you going to leave my fiancé in the stale one week from Christmas Day ? 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 married man Neal, and my daughter Autumn."
"Nice to receive 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 natal day was two weeks ago Dec 13th, exactly one month before Darren's on January 13th when he'll be 20."She said a petty to bubbly for the moment.
"Are you pregnant ?"Blurted out Mrs. Day
"Jesus Christ mom why not ask her which position is our favorite gaoler position."Darren replied with the farthermost annoyance.
This was the better soap opera Autumn could've wished for. She giggled at the plethora on her female parent's expression, the pain in the ass in her chum's, and the chastising from her begetter.
"No Mrs. Day, I'm a virgin, your son is a valet, we've been together for nearly four years."
Still immensely humiliated Mrs. Day responded,"Welcome to the family Jazmine"and leaned in for a hug.





~~~ok if you couldn't figure it out the next episode is gon na have a lot of sex, and a minuscule romance, a few surprises, and hopefully a good story…that is if you guys want me to make more… THANKS FOR READING~~~