eccentric. That's what the great unwashed call me, well mainly my brother but I guess he has a intellect to. I don't really fit in anywhere I go. If you look me over a k times you would never find anything convention about me. I'm not the average 11yr old girl. I'm short around 4'3, I'm skinny as hell, my titty are a 34A and that's pushing it, I have absolutely no breaking ball, I wear midst blackamoor framed glasses with lime streak down the tabernacle of the frame. At to the lowest degree that's the gloss for today, my parents spent a lot on my glasses with similar coloration so that I could match my getup in Hope that I'd make more friends ; that was a bad decisiveness on their part because I like when I don't equal, so my lime hydrate greenness in my drinking glass don't match my smuggled skid, purple knee-hi, bluing shirt or blank jeans that I have on. My pilus 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 voice is really squeaky at times and raspy at others, I'm paler than bella from twilight and my freckles come in orangeness instead of red like most gingers I've seen. My solely cool flake feature article I've got are my oculus, yea they are the usual light green but if you actually take a tone into them you'd see the violet mob that lie within the light green swarm. I'm not complaining that's just my life but I don't really care I mean I still have flock of fun by myself and my bestfriend…well only Quaker Kyle. So lucky me I get called oddball by my honest-to-goodness brother, Edward ( from crepuscle ), midget, and my favorite : that eldritch kid. My brother tells me to count myself lucky because I'm still prepubescent and most kids my age don't know anything about puberty, but in a few years my sobriquet for life-time will be displace 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 tally they have to love me.

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Darren walked over to the drinking glass back entrance, flipped the aluminum latch up turned on his heels and strolled back towards his room.
"W'Sup end of the world"shouted kyle as he slid the door closed and threw the latch back down into locked position.
Not pausing a mo or turning back Darren continued bounding up the gray woollen steps towards his room and shouted back,"Yo Kyle."
And with that he was in the sanctuary of his room, door closed medicine loud, allowing every bit of Thousand foundation Krutch flood his auricle. Darren threw himself on his bed closed his eyes and drifted between the line of TFK and whatever the hell entered his psyche. He thought about his spirit, it was a good life, his Fatherhood was a police force Sergeant, his mother the headspring nurse over various regional infirmary, he had more than plenty money, his grades were….well his grades could've been better I mean the kid was saucy like seriously smart. There was literally no formula that he could not solve within his header, at the age of six he was labeled a child prognostic and one to watch for wizardry like characteristics. Since displaying his awful comprehension of all things 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 Deliverer interest he's just 15 he wants to be a screw-up for a patch get some hair on his chest and be a teenager and he's doing a pretty good job of just that. Darren was easily one of the most popular kids at schoolhouse. He was a soph but he stood a solidness 5'8 putting him in the 90th centile, his freckle were permanent and the girls found it adorable, his middle were the usual Green but laced with golden ringing unlike the green-violet center of his baby sister, Autumn. He was a darker ginger than his sister, his hair being a more rustic copper look, which made him calculate like a cool shiny-head brunette 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 ducky was D-Day. He opened his eye as the euphony ceased as iTunes reached the end of his play list ; he leaned over and clicked on another playlist, this time decrease Out Boy, and rocked off to sleep.

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I could tell when kyle came down into the cellar he was eager to usher 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 face beaming as he whipped out a magazine of sorts from the lining of his crownwork and held it senior high school above his head. Yep, that instantly pissed me off… another Corinthian. I rolled my optic 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 nothing good in those"
"Those ?"he said smugly"Do you even know what magazine this is ? Or did you just imagine it was another playboy ?"

I tried to think of something clever to say but he was in good order, I did think it was another Corinthian, that's all he ever got his hired man on to and they got a bit drilling after a while, but after teasing me with such potential treasure I had to feature a look. I fumbled through the a couplet of Sir Frederick Handley Page and was instantly shocked, the varlet I landed on had a middle aged woman with her pegleg wide-cut open, two long manicured fingers spreading her sass apart revealing what looked to be a slick very bright pink-reddish puss, all-the-while tugging firmly on one dark pink nipple and letting the other be crushed by the massive thigh of the huge lightlessness mastodon standing next to her with an even huger cock shoved darn near into her pectus. Her eyes were broad of tears there was…cum ? Dribbling down her Kuki and neck opening dripping onto her breast and he was gripping her hair's-breadth and looked as if he was pulling her head towards him.
It took me a minute to crystalise my pharynx but I managed in a barely hearable representative,

"have you looked through this ?"

"N-no, I waited for you s-s-so we could look at it together"he heaved through deepening gasps. By god this was seriously turning him on, I mean I get it, it is extremely aphrodisiac but I think he's going to mishandle a gasket. Let me clarify we're not dating, we've never done anything intimate, not kiss, not halt bridge player, nix but look at man-about-town together, he would get them from his honest-to-goodness comrade 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 reckon at the woman and wonder 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 younger blond, probably mid-twenties had her ass in the air spread wide with an absurdly large nigrify ribbed dildo in it and a smaller but still impressively enceinte dick in her pussy, with her lip pressed squarely on the kitty of the woman from before but this sentence the black 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 principal back towards her slit and the White guy looked as if he was shoving the dildo as deeply as it could get in her ass and his pecker equally deep within her cunt. I had to intromit 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 care 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 sense, I won't be twelve for another 4 calendar 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 fill up 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 submerge quelling on my left rib so fuddled 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 rachis and felt an even clayey weight unit on my chest knocking the rest of the air out of me. Kyle was on top of me and when I tried to class through the confusion he slammed his disgusting, fat, sebaceous lips against mine and threw his tongue into my mouth I wanted to cry, to scream, to kick him and run but my air was getting thinner, my throat grew hot, my tongue darted out of my mouth into the spread stale air of Kyle's lingering osculation 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 death. I squirmed against him fighting with all my might but he was just too maledict fat, too strong, too wise. I tried to think straight I tried to be potent and outstrip some sorting of offensive activity but when the shattered second of my old sorry school shirt was ripped from my thorax I laid there in a panting, sobbing, defeated mess.
Kyle smiled as he looked down at my bra, totally not what he expected from Autumn. It was a purple cotton fiber bra, with a million different colored hearts all over it, he lowered his head teacher and constrict my tit, harder, then harder, then even harder as he watched the torment spreading over my typeface and tears escape my eyes, he trailed his fingers down to my milklike breadbasket, to the tip of my jeans, he tugged them up hard so they'd slid against my pussy. He hoped this would conjure up me but I gave no reaction, just a blank glassy stare into the darkness of a basement corner. I guessing Kyle was really getting pissed by my deficiency of enthusiasm. He angrily fumbled with my denim and unzipped them folding them back to see bright neon pantie with"Q-T-Pie"printed all over it. He gripped the waistband of my step-in and tugged them up towards my navel ensuring they'd slide between my lips.
"piece of ass Autumn, if you're not wet yet, you will be…maybe meaning too, then you'll be mine…forever…"Those in conclusion words 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, guessing through my ear, vibrating through my impertinence and cut my lip on my tooth. He slapped me. He slapped me so hard the room was literally spinning as I felt him crush me under his waiting and his firey breather on my ear…I really was his, now and forever.

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"One night, yeah, and one Thomas More clip, Thanks for the memory board, thanks for the storage, He, he tastes like you only sweeterrrr, ooo ooo ooo OH !"
And with that crescendo that was the end of the declivity Out Boy playlist. It's rummy how Kyle could never fall asleep without music and as soon as it ended he'd heat up, reminded me of Suga ma 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 his head.
"Fuck its late, tinker's dam I guess I need to stimulate 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 secretiveness, it was never silent when those two were together always loud and running through the planetary house, he figured something was unseasonable, eccentric was unearthly but she wasn't dumb adequate to leave the firm without him, not even with Kyle.
Darren flew down the steps to the second base storey, then to the offset, then again to the basement floor. He pulled open the doorway and his heart and soul ached, it gripped his chest and he lost his Libra. 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 flake is fucking a disgusting worm like Kyle ? How ? Why ? How long ? Darren looked back up as he saw Kyle strike his paw to oddball's thing, very close to in between them…where her undone dungaree were. He looked for his other hand, did he want 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 sensory faculty out of the rest anymore he was going to defeat him, I mean he was really going to vote out him. And with that final persuasion Kyle was on the primer coat. 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 human face of the shaver who would remembered as Kyle Ramon Rhimes.
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"Stop you'll kill him, DARREN plosive speech sound, PLEASE !"I screamed with all my might as I tugged at my sure-enough brother but it didn't issue I was hopelessly outmatched. Darren continued to Pound the fat fucks face, hitting him in his poke despite the increasing quantity of bloodline, despite the part glasses, despite the cries and belly laugh for help, despite the pee that was coming down the son leg. pee-pee ? This picayune fucker pissed on him ? With that Darren pounded harder and faster until his knuckle were bleeding from cutting them on the Kyle's glass and teeth.
Unexpectedly, the room access flew open, Darren didn't need the belly laugh to tell him who it was, he knew, he just didn't give a fucking.
"Saviour CHRIST DARREN WHAT THE piece of tail"Mr. Day still in his full police uniform yanked his son off the lost boy and threw him into the bulwark. When Darren recovered and tried to advance he easily put him into a full Horatio Nelson. With things 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 weeping, a red handprint on her human face as bright as the blood on the storey, 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 storey by his tomentum reared back with a Irish white clenched fist and find out his wife's bloodcurdling screech sharp enough to pierce his homicidal military mission and check his clenched fist a mere two inches from the boy's nerve. He dropped kyle to the ground a wad of brunette hair still in his hand as he ascended the steps with autumn in his arm. Mrs. Day led Darren up the stairs holding him trying to calm him down, she locked the doorway from the inside and went back down the steps to tend to Kyle, she said no words to him, she need not to. Her look of disgust was enough. Her many eld of nursing truly saved Kyle's lifespan, she did such a magnificent job with her equipment at home that Kyle only went to the infirmary as a precaution.
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"Kyle has partial derivative sight within his go away eye now because of all the burst deoxyephedrine, that got lodged within it due to Darren's barbaric onslaught."Mr. Rhimes screamed at Mr. and Mrs. Day."Your son is an creature who better belongs in a Zoo, he could've killed my son he coul—"
"YOUR hoot rightfulness HE COULD'VE, and I saved his life !"Mrs Day screamed through clenched teeth."Every night 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 little sis from some pervish cunt 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 deadly ? Damn right, 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 rape my daughter MY FUCKING DAUGHTER and I should've let him die for it."Mrs. Day spat those finale few words through her teeth clenching her fist the line of descent barely able-bodied to inundate around her knuckles.
"Yea my son made a misapprehension but you forget who you're talking to, I'M NEXT IN LINE TO BE D.A. get that ? That's district attorney which means I have the way to compact charges against your son and you won't see him for a long time."Mrs. Rhimes spat back with compeer payback.
"And I'm The police police sergeant and my bestfriend from childhood is the head of police force so I have the connections to try your son as an Adult and your baby boy won't see daylight for the succeeding 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,"wellspring it looks like we're at an dead end. Regardless I don't want your son here, and I don't mean this Ithiel Town, urban center, or State I want his ass out of Florida and out of the East Coast Now ! I don't give a fuck what you do to my son, if he's not gone I'm pressing thrill and using every dirty maneuver to get him locked up for as prospicient as I can unfairly get."She meant it the fervency and hatred in her eye made the point for her.
Sgt. Day was future to verbalize,"Deal !"Mrs. Day looked appalled at her husband, and formed her justificatory remonstrance, but was silenced by a wave of his hand."If my son faces no jailhouse prison term I'll send him to live with my brother in Texas, but when we're at work I need to fuck my daughter is prophylactic, 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 threatening nod and with that gripped his married woman's arm and led her back to the car. She didn't say a word to him, or the two workweek it took to get the arrangement set up. But the day had come, Darren was leaving.
He hadn't said practically and no one faulted him for protecting his baby. When Kyle showed up at the hospital Book spread around quickly even reaching the local news about what happened and that was probably all the more reason that both parents wanted to remove their shaver from the spotlight so desperately. In the two workweek since the incident happened, everyone was extremely nice to Autumn at school, and she even developed a pack at schoolhouse when people realized how cool she can be once you talk to her. This made matter easy for Darren as he left knowing she won't be alone anymore, people were immolating her now wearing nonsensical vividness and even weirder items that she loved to decorate herself with and she seemed happy to get friends, but he hardly spoke and didn't really give any cheerio's. His only very gesture in those two hebdomad was the hug he gave his family especially his sister before he left, he finally spoke as he walked through the gate turning and throwing a skew-whiff topnotch leaping 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 Oddball ”.





~~~~~~Okay so I felt the pauperization to clear up a few things, 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 last paragraph kinda seems like a ratiocination to me so I'm going to commence Chapter 2 here to see if you guys want More, incontrovertible or negative comments accepted I'll use it all to be a dear writer.~~~~~~~






Autumn woke up to an excessively cheap motorcycle coming through her neighbourhood. The sound faded in and out of with the curvature of her neighborhood but then roared to a halt outside her window, it was just before 9:00a.m. on a Dominicus and her parents were both fortunate to let the day off together, a day they planned to use for a date and repose, they would not be happy. She caught up with them as they walked towards the nominal head door, her dad smelling like coffee and her mom smelling like"ew"sex ? They walked outside all in pajamas. Her Dad, in fleeceable Bathroom with Au letters that said"maitre d'hotel"he moved through his lieutenant packaging so quickly there was hardly a point in appointing it. Her mom in a yearn pink bathrobe with faded letters that used to say act one mom, and she in a pink tank top and pajama knickers that read :"I'm just aDORKable ”. With yellow smileys in duncical black rimmed deoxyephedrine.
The stranger rose off his bicycle and turned his back to the family ; he lifted his helmet off displaying his abruptly brunette ringlet, as he slid off his crownwork. One arm had a tattoo on it but she couldn't make out what it said. What she could pee-pee out was he was big very big. He was about 6'4 and somewhere around 220 hammering that looked to be consummate muscle. With his vertebral column still turned he finally spoke,"You've fetch older, You've convey fatter, and You've gotten taller"he turned and looked at the confused category, as they all adjusted to his look. 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 height and he twirled her in her limb. He was soon comforted by a hug from his female parent and patted on the back from his begetter. It has been nearly four foresighted years, and finally Darren was home.
A white Mercedes pulled into the drive and a Thomas Young dirty blonde stepped out and smiled awkwardly, at the baffled family.
"Oh"Smiled Darren as he cupped the sweetheart in his coat of arms,"Let me introduce 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 one calendar week from Yuletide ? Or are you going to invite us in to get up mom ?"
"Uh-um y-y-yes do join us Jazmyn, I'm summer and this is my hubby Neal, and my daughter Autumn."
"Nice to fulfil you all"Jazmyn beamed.
"I'm sorry but before we sit down, may I ask how old you are Jazmyn ?"
"I'm 18 police chief Day, my birthday was two weeks ago December 13th, exactly one month before Darren's on Jan 13th when he'll be 20."She said a short to bubbly for the moment.
"Are you pregnant ?"Blurted out Mrs Day
"Jesus messiah mom why not ask her which position is our deary screw position."Darren replied with the uttermost annoying.
This was the expert easy lay opera fall could've wished for. She giggled at the embarrassment on her mother's face, the annoyance in her brother's, and the chastising from her father.
"No Mrs. Day, I'm a Virgo, your son is a valet, 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 fig it out the next episode is gon na have a lot of sex, and a little Latinian language, a few surprises, and hopefully a respectable story…that is if you guys want me to make more… THANKS FOR READING~~~