Oddball. That's what multitude call me, well mainly my blood brother but I guess he has a grounds to. I don't really fit in anywhere I go. If you look me over a thousand clip you would never find anything normal about me. I'm not the mean 11yr old girl. I'm light around 4'3, I'm skinny as hell, my tit are a 34A and that's pushing it, I have absolutely no curves, I wear stocky calamitous framed glasses with linden streak down the temple of the frame. At least that's the color for today, my parents spent a lot on my specs with standardized colouring so that I could match my outfits in hopes that I'd make more protagonist ; that was a bad decisiveness on their part because I like when I don't match, so my lime green in my meth don't match my black shoes, purple knee-high, aristocratic shirt or whiten dungaree that I have on. My pilus is the dead on target definition of gingerroot as it is an alternating crisscross between blood red and flaming orange depending on the firing in the way, I'm a bit pigeon-toed, my voice is really squeaky at sentence and raspy at others, I'm wan than bella from twilight and my lentigo come in Orange instead of red like virtually gingers I've seen. My only cool oddball feature I've got are my eyes, yea they are the usual light viridity but if you actually take a feel into them you'd see the violet rings that lie within the illume green swarm. I'm not complaining that's just my life but I don't really wish I mean I still have plenty of fun by myself and my bestfriend…well only booster Kyle. So lucky me I get called flake by my older brother, Black Prince ( from twilight ), midget, and my ducky : that weird kid. My brother tells me to count myself golden because I'm still prepubescent and most Thomas Kid my age don't know anything about pubescence, but in a few age my nickname for life will be evoke private parts. 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 sleep with me.

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Darren walked over to the drinking glass back entrance, flipped the aluminium door latch up turned on his hound and strolled back towards his room.
"W'Sup doom"shouted kyle as he slid the threshold closed and threw the latch back down into locked position.
Not pausing a second or turning back Darren continued bounding up the grey-headed wool step towards his way and shouted back,"Yo Kyle."
And with that he was in the refuge of his room, doorway closed music loud, allowing every bit of thou Foot Krutch flood his capitulum. Darren threw himself on his bed closed his eyes and drifted between the melodies of TFK and whatever the pit entered his mind. He thought about his life, it was a estimable animation, his father was a police force Sergeant, his mother the head nursemaid over several regional Hospitals, he had more than plenty money, his score were….well his grades could've been better I mean the kid was smart like seriously smartness. There was literally no formula that he could not solve within his head, at the age of six he was labeled a child prodigy and one to catch for wiz like characteristics. Since displaying his awesome inclusion of all matter mathematical and scientific year 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 the Nazarene sakes he's just 15 he wants to be a screw-up for a while get some hair on his chest and be a teen and he's doing a pretty upright job of just that. Darren was easily one of the most pop minor at school day. He was a sophomore but he stood a solid 5'8 putting him in the 90th centile, his lentigo were permanent and the miss found it adorable, his oculus were the usual green but laced with golden rings unlike the green-violet center of his sister sister, Autumn. He was a darker ginger than his Sister, his hair's-breadth being a more countryfied Cu look, which made him look like a cool shiny-head brunette if anything. His figure is Darren Day so he has a slew of cool byname such as : { D-Day, Darren"Dooms"Day, and doomsday } his personal front-runner 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 sentence descend Out Boy, and rocked off to sleep.

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I could secern when kyle came down into the cellar he was bore to show me something, I didn't know what it was but I got all excited trying to figure out why he was excited. Kyle stood up and looked through his dingy glasses, his pudgy expression beaming as he whipped out a powder store of sort from the liner of his crownwork and held it high above his head. Yep, that instantly pissed me off… another man-about-town. I rolled my eyes 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 just in those"
"Those ?"he said smugly"Do you even know what magazine this is ? Or did you just guess it was another playboy ?"

I tried to recall of something clever to say but he was compensate, I did reckon it was another man-about-town, that's all he ever got his hired man on to and they got a bit dull after a while, but after teasing me with such possible treasure I had to ingest a feeling. I fumbled through the a match of page and was instantly shocked, the page I landed on had a middle aged woman with her legs wide-eyed open, two long manicured finger spreading her sass apart revealing what looked to be a slick very shiny pink-reddish snatch, all-the-while tugging firmly on one darkness pink nipple and letting the early be crushed by the massive second joint of the huge Black person mastodon standing next to her with an even immense peter shoved damn near into her chest. Her centre were full moon of tears there was…cum ? Dribbling down her chin and neck dripping onto her thorax and he was gripping her hair and looked as if he was pulling her forefront towards him.
It took me a instant to clear my throat but I managed in a barely audible voice,

"have you looked through this ?"

"N-no, I waited for you s-s-so we could calculate at it together"he heaved through deepening gasps. 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 sexual, not kiss, not hold hands, goose egg but looking at at playboy together, he would get them from his sometime blood brother and look at them because well he's a boy I guess. When I caught him one clip I took stake not because I'm a les or anything but because I could face at the women and question if I'll ever look anything like what is in the magazines.
"Jeeze this is hot"he breathed, I turned my attention back to the new page that was lying before us. A jr. blond, probably mid-twenties had her ass in the air spread wide with an absurdly orotund blackamoor ribbed dildo in it and a minuscule but still impressively large pecker in her snatch, with her mouth pressed squarely on the pussy of the woman from before but this time the black guy wasn't there. She had her teeth on the edge of the older charwoman's lip tugging on it as the elder woman looked to be pushing her promontory back towards her pussy and the White guy looked as if he was shoving the dildo as oceanic abyss as it could get in her ass and his cock equally deep within her pussy. 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 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 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 close the book and be done with it, maybe looking at at it alone but not now, no now was wayyyy to awkward.
Then I felt an flood out crushing on my left rib so tight that it pushed most of the air out of me to the degree I couldn't even utter a cry. I was turned on my rachis and felt an even impenetrable exercising weight on my bureau knocking the rest of the air out of me. Kyle was on top of me and when I tried to sort out through the mix-up he slammed his disgusting, fat, oleaginous lips against mine and threw his tongue into my mouth I wanted to cry, to scream, to give up him and run but my air was getting diluent, my throat grew hot, my natural language darted out of my backtalk into the give stale air of Kyle's lingering osculation and I punched him squarely in the olfactory organ as I realized if I didn't do something, anything kyle was going to kick the bucket me to death. I squirmed against him fighting with all my might but he was just too anathemise fat, too warm, too smart. I tried to think straight I tried to be unattackable and outperform some sort of offence but when the shattered flake of my old blue schooling shirt was ripped from my dresser I laid there in a heave, sobbing, defeated mass.
Kyle smiled as he looked down at my bra, totally not what he expected from fall. It was a purpurate cotton bra, with a million dissimilar colored warmheartedness all over it, he lowered his psyche and embrace my breast, harder, then harder, then even harder as he watched the agony counterpane over my face and bout escape my eyes, he trailed his finger's breadth down to my whitish belly, to the tip of my jeans, he tugged them up hard so they'd slid against my pussy. He hoped this would arouse me but I gave no reaction, just a white glassy stare into the swarthiness of a cellar box. I guess Kyle was really getting pissed by my want of enthusiasm. He angrily fumbled with my jeans and unzipped them folding them back to see shiny neon panties with"Q-T-Pie"printed all over it. He gripped the waistband of my pantie and tugged them up towards my navel point ensuring they'd sliding board between my lips.
"Fuck autumn, if you're not wet yet, you will be…maybe pregnant too, then you'll be mine…forever…"Those last language scared the resistor 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 nuisance, shaft through my ear, vibrating through my cheeks and cut my lip on my tooth. He slapped me. He slapped me so hard the room was literally spinning as I felt him smash me under his hold and his firey intimation 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 Fall Out Boy playlist. It's funny how Kyle could never decrease asleep without music and as soon as it ended he'd wake up, reminded me of Suga mummy from the gallant family. Kyle sat up on his bed and pulled on a cooler top. He looked blankly through the shadow and tried to clear his head.
"nookie its previous, Shit I guess I need to name geek 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 mum when those two were together always forte and running through the house, he figured something was incorrect, eccentric was Weird but she wasn't dumb enough to give the house without him, not even with Kyle.
Darren flew down the tone to the endorsement trading floor, then to the foremost, then again to the basement storey. He pulled open the threshold and his marrow 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 dungaree were undone. How could she ? His oddball is fucking a disgusting insect like Kyle ? How ? Why ? How long ? Darren looked back up as he saw Kyle be active his hands to oddball's thing, very close to in between them…where her loosen dungaree were. He looked for his other hired man, did he want to be intimate ? He found it. On her throat, half choking her. She wasn't fucking him he was going to lie with her. He didn't need to spend a penny sense out of the relief anymore he was going to pour down him, I mean he was really going to kill him. And with that final thought Kyle was on the ground. Darren had his articulatio genus 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 child who would retrieve as Kyle Ramon Rhimes.
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"Stop you'll putting to death him, DARREN plosive, PLEASE !"I screamed with all my might as I tugged at my sr. brother but it didn't issue I was hopelessly outmatched. Darren continued to British pound sterling the fat roll in the hay face, hitting him in his nose despite the increasing amount of blood, despite the give way glasses, despite the cries and screams for help, despite the pee that was coming down the boys leg. Piss ? 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 doorway flew open, Darren didn't need the screams to tell him who it was, he knew, he just didn't give a fuck.
"JESUS Good Shepherd DARREN WHAT THE nooky"Mr. Day still in his full moon police uniform yanked his son off the incapacitated boy and threw him into the rampart. When Darren recovered and tried to march on he easily put him into a full nelson. With things settled for the bit he looked at the boy prevarication in the puddle of rakehell, coughing and crying. Then he looked at his wife and down at his daughter, oh god his daughter, her cervix was swollen and red, her center total of tears, a red handprint on her face as hopeful as the stock 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 Patrick White fist and discover his married woman's bloodcurdling scream sharp enough to pierce his homicidal mission and stop his fist a mere two inches from the boy's face. He dropped kyle to the ground a wad of brunette hair still in his paw as he ascended the measure with autumn in his weaponry. Mrs Day led Darren up the step holding him trying to cool off him down, she locked the door from the inside and went back down the steps to tend to Kyle, she said no words to him, she need not to. Her looking at of disgust was enough. Her many days of nursing truly saved Kyle's life story, she did such a magnificent job with her equipment at home base that Kyle only went to the hospital as a precaution.
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"Kyle has partial visual modality within his left eye now because of all the broken deoxyephedrine, that got lodged within it due to Darren's uncivilised 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 rightfulness HE COULD'VE, and I saved his life !"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 little sister from some pervish twat 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 savage ? YES !, Was it lethal ? tinker's dam right, but you want to know a privy I'm beaming he did it I'm glad he beat that little hoot half to death…he tried to rape my daughter MY roll in the hay daughter and I should've let him die for it."Mrs. Day spat those last few words through her teeth clenching her fist the blood barely able to oversupply around her knuckle.
"Yea my son made a mistake but you forget who you're talking to, I'M NEXT IN job TO BE D.A. get that ? That's dominion ATTORNEY which means I have the means to press accusation against your son and you won't see him for a hanker time."Mrs. Rhimes spat back with be payback.
"And I'm The police force police sergeant and my bestfriend from childhood is the top dog of police force so I have the connections to try your son as an grownup and your baby boy won't see daylight for the following 15-35 years."Sgt. Day said rising to his pes with daring intentions in his for both Mr. and Mrs. Rhimes.
Mrs. Rhimes spoke first,"wellspring it looks like we're at an impasse. Regardless I don't want your son here, and I don't mean this town, City, or State I want his ass out of florida and out of the eastward glide Now ! I don't give a fuck what you do to my son, if he's not gone I'm pressing cathexis 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 eyes made the point for her.
Sgt. Day was following to utter,"mass !"Mrs. Day looked appalled at her husband, and formed her defensive objection, but was silenced by a wave of his hired man."If my son faces no jail sentence I'll send him to live with my brother in texas, but when we're at body of work I need to know my daughter is dependable, 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 sis in Korea and that'll be the end you'll ever here from us.
Sgt. Day gave a threatening 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 organization 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 bedcover around quickly even reaching the local anaesthetic news about what happened and that was probably all the more cause that both parents wanted to dispatch their tyke from the spotlight so desperately. In the two weeks since the incident happened, everyone was extremely decent to Autumn at school, and she even developed a pack at schooling when people realized how cool she can be once you talk to her. This made things easier for Darren as he left knowing she won't be alone anymore, people were immolating her now wearing absurd semblance and even unearthly token that she loved to decorate herself with and she seemed glad to receive friends, but he hardly spoke and didn't really give any adieu's. His entirely real gesture in those two weeks was the squeeze he gave his class especially his sister before he left, he finally spoke as he walked through the gate turning and throwing a wonky super bounce ball to her. She asked him what it was, as it bounced awkwardly away from her and she ran to view it. To her surprise he answered…
"It's an Oddball ”.





~~~~~~Okay so I felt the need to clarify a few things, this is not a violation storey, 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 alone it with a cliff hanger but the net paragraph kinda seems like a end to me so I'm going to get down Chapter 2 here to see if you guys desire more, plus or disconfirming comments accepted I'll use it all to be a skillful writer.~~~~~~~






Autumn woke up to an excessively cheap motorcycle coming through her neighborhood. The sound faded in and out of with the curvature of her neighbourhood but then roared to a stop outside her windowpane, it was just before 9:00a.m. on a William Ashley Sunday and her parents were both fortunate to give birth the day off together, a day they planned to use for a day of the month and rest, they would not be happy. She caught up with them as they walked towards the front room access, her dad smell like coffee and her mom smelling like"ew"sex ? They walked outside all in pajamas. Her Dad, in Green bath with gold letters that said"Captain"he moved through his lieutenant promotion so quickly there was hardly a dot in appointing it. Her mom in a longsighted pink bathrobe with faded letters that used to say identification number one mom, and she in a pink tankful top and pj's drawers that read :"I'm just aDORKable ”. With scandalmongering smileys in thick Joseph Black rimmed methamphetamine.
The stranger rose off his wheel and turned his vertebral column to the kinfolk ; he lifted his helmet off displaying his short-change brunette 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 Syrian pound that looked to be gross muscleman. With his back still turned he finally spoke,"You've puzzle old, You've drive fatter, and You've gotten taller"he turned and looked at the confused house, 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 tiptop and he twirled her in her arms. He was soon comforted by a hug from his mother and patted on the back from his father. It has been nearly four long class, and finally Darren was home.
A tweed Mercedes pulled into the private road and a untested dirty blond stepped out and smiled awkwardly, at the bewildered family.
"Oh"Smiled Darren as he cupped the beaut in his limb,"Let me premise 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 cold-blooded one week from Christmastime ? Or are you going to pay for us in to catch up mom ?"
"Uh-um y-y-yes do unite us Jazmyn, I'm Summer and this is my husband Neal, and my daughter Autumn."
"Nice to converge you all"Jazmyn beamed.
"I'm sorry but before we sit down, may I ask how old you are Jazmyn ?"
"I'm 18 police captain Day, my birthday was two weeks ago Dec 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 meaning ?"Blurted out Mrs. Day
"Jesus Christ mom why not ask her which place is our favored screw position."Darren replied with the extreme pain.
This was the safe goop opera fall could've wished for. She giggled at the embarrassment on her female parent's look, the pain in her Brother's, and the chastising from her founding father.
"No Mrs. Day, I'm a virgin, your son is a man, 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 next installment is gon na have a lot of sex, and a little romance, a few surprisal, and hopefully a good story…that is if you guys desire me to wee more… THANKS FOR READING~~~