eccentric. That's what mass call me, well mainly my brother but I guess he has a rationality to. I don't really fit in anywhere I go. If you look me over a thousand times you would never find anything normal about me. I'm not the average 11yr old girl. I'm short around 4'3, I'm skinny as pit, my breast are a 34A and that's pushing it, I have absolutely no curves, I wear thick disgraceful framed spyglass with lime streaks down the synagogue of the frame. At to the lowest degree that's the coloration for today, my parents spent a lot on my glasses with interchangeable colors so that I could equalize my turnout in hopes that I'd make more friend ; that was a bad decision on their part because I like when I don't match, so my lime green in my glasses don't friction match my black horseshoe, purple knee-highs, sorry shirt or Edward D. White denim that I have on. My hair is the reliable definition of ginger as it is an alternating cross between blood red and flaming orange depending on the ignition in the room, I'm a bit pigeon-toed, my voice is really squeaky at times and raspy at others, I'm pallid than bella from twilight and my freckle come in orange instead of red like most powdered ginger I've seen. My just cool flake feature article I've got are my middle, yea they are the common light common but if you actually take a expression into them you'd see the violet ring that lie within the light green cloud. I'm not complaining that's just my life-time but I don't really care I mean I still have plenty of fun by myself and my bestfriend…well only friend Kyle. So prosperous me I get called oddball by my older comrade, Edward ( from gloam ), midget, and my favorite : that Weird kid. My brother tells me to matter myself favorable because I'm still prepubescent and to the highest degree kids my age don't know anything about puberty, but in a few years my sobriquet for life will be kindle genital organ. 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 count they have to hump me.

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Darren walked over to the ice 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 doorway closed and threw the latch back down into locked position.
Not pausing a second or turning back Darren continued bounding up the grizzly wool footprint towards his way and shouted back,"Yo Kyle."
And with that he was in the chancel of his room, door closed euphony loud, allowing every bit of 1000 metrical unit Krutch flood his pinna. Darren threw himself on his bed closed his middle and drifted between the melodic phrase of TFK and whatever the hell entered his brain. He thought about his life, it was a soundly life, his Fatherhood was a Police police sergeant, his mother the read/write head nursemaid over several regional infirmary, he had more than enough money, his tier were….well his level could've been considerably I mean the kid was wise like seriously overbold. There was literally no formula that he could not figure out within his forefront, at the age of six he was labeled a youngster prodigy and one to watch for genius like device characteristic. Since displaying his awesome comprehension of all matter mathematical and scientific year after yr he's received invitations to colleges, scholarships, job pass, you name it he got ‘ em, but he just really didn't give a damn. For Jesus saki he's just 15 he wants to be a screw-up for a while get some hair's-breadth on his chest and be a stripling and he's doing a pretty goodness job of just that. Darren was easily one of the most popular Thomas Kyd at school. He was a soph but he stood a solid 5'8 putting him in the 90th percentile, his freckle were permanent wave and the miss found it adorable, his eyes were the usual green 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 spirit, which made him look like a cool shiny-head brunette if anything. His gens is Darren Day so he has a slew of cool nicknames such as : { D-Day, Darren"doomsday"Day, and Doom } his personal front-runner 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 playlist, this prison term pass 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 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 eyeglasses, his podgy typeface beaming as he whipped out a magazine of sorts from the lining of his jacket and held it in high spirits above his chief. Yep, that instantly pissed me off… another playboy. I rolled my heart and clicked on the Xbox, and I felt his manus on my wrist, still beaming he told me

"delay just look at it"
"I don't want to, theres nothing good in those"
"Those ?"he said smugly"Do you even know what magazine publisher this is ? Or did you just gauge it was another playboy ?"

I tried to intend of something clever to say but he was right, I did think it was another playboy, that's all he ever got his hands on to and they got a bit tire after a while, but after teasing me with such potential difference hoarded wealth I had to have a looking. I fumbled through the a twosome of Sir Frederick Handley Page and was instantly shocked, the page I landed on had a middle aged charwoman with her legs wide open, two long manicured fingerbreadth spreading her lips apart revealing what looked to be a slick very bright pink-reddish puss, all-the-while tugging firmly on one dark pinko nipple and letting the other be crushed by the massive second joint of the huge smutty mastodon standing following to her with an even immense shaft shoved darn near into her chest. Her oculus were wide of rip there was…cum ? Dribbling down her Kuki and neck dripping onto her chest and he was gripping her hair and looked as if he was pulling her brain towards him.
It took me a minute to clear my pharynx 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 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 sexual, not kiss, not hold hands, naught but look at playboy together, he would get them from his older crony and flavour at them because well he's a boy I guess. When I caught him one time I took involvement not because I'm a les or anything but because I could look at the women and enquire 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 younger blonde, probably twenties had her ass in the air spread wide with an absurdly large black ribbed dildo in it and a small but still impressively large dick in her pussy, with her oral fissure 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 woman's lip tugging on it as the older woman looked to be pushing her head back towards her kitty-cat and the white guy looked as if he was shoving the dildo as deep as it could get in her ass and his pecker equally deep within her pussy. I had to include 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 like it one day causa I liked looking at it now but It just didn't turn me on like it did Kyle, I guess it makes sense, I won't be twelve for another 4 months almost and Kyle just turned 13 a few weeks ago so it's rude for him to be attracted to it, I think. Either way it was creeping me out, I just wanted to close the playscript and be done with it, maybe look at it alone but not now, no now was wayyyy to awkward.
Then I felt an overwhelming crushing on my remaining rib so tight that it pushed near of the air out of me to the point I couldn't even utter a cry. I was turned on my back and felt an even heavier exercising weight on my thorax knocking the rest of the air out of me. Kyle was on top of me and when I tried to sort through the muddiness he slammed his disgusting, fat, greasy sass 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 diluent, my throat grew hot, my natural language darted out of my oral cavity into the open 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 congest me to Death. I squirmed against him fighting with all my might but he was just too damn fat, too secure, too smart. I tried to suppose unbent I tried to be inviolable and surmount some form of offence but when the shattered bits of my old blue schooltime shirt was ripped from my chest of drawers I laid there in a panting, sobbing, defeated mess.
Kyle smiled as he looked down at my bra, totally not what he expected from fall. It was a purpurate cotton fiber bra, with a million different colored hearts all over it, he lowered his head and wring my chest, harder, then harder, then even harder as he watched the agony spread over my face and crying escape my eyes, he trailed his fingers down to my milky stomach, to the tip of my jeans, he tugged them up hard so they'd slid against my snatch. He hoped this would arouse me but I gave no answer, just a blank glassy stare into the darkness of a basement niche. I guess Kyle was really getting pissed by my deficiency of enthusiasm. He angrily fumbled with my jeans and unzipped them folding them back to see bright atomic number 10 scanty with"Q-T-Pie"printed all over it. He gripped the waistcloth of my panties and tugged them up towards my belly button ensuring they'd slide between my lips.
"Fuck Autumn, if you're not wet yet, you will be…maybe pregnant too, then you'll be mine…forever…"Those last 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 tierce was blocked and a piercing, ringing pain, shot through my ear, vibrating through my boldness and cut my lip on my teeth. He slapped me. He slapped me so hard the way was literally spinning as I felt him vanquish me under his hold 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 retentiveness, 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 surrender Out Boy playlist. It's funny how Kyle could never hang asleep without music and as soon as it ended he'd wake up, reminded me of Suga ma from the proud family. Kyle sat up on his bed and pulled on a cooler top. He looked blankly through the dark and tried to clear his head.
"screw its late, diddly-shit I guess I need to make 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 silence, it was never mute when those two were together always meretricious and running through the star sign, he figured something was wrong, oddball was weird but she wasn't dumb enough to leave the house without him, not even with Kyle.
Darren flew down the step to the second floor, then to the first, then again to the cellar floor. He pulled open the doorway and his meat ached, it gripped his bureau and he lost his balance. There lying in straw man 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 jean were undone. How could she ? His geek is fucking a disgusting worm like Kyle ? How ? Why ? How long ? Darren looked back up as he saw Kyle move his hands to oddball's thing, very close to in between them…where her undone jeans were. He looked for his early bridge player, did he want to do it ? 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 rest anymore he was going to belt down him, I mean he was really going to defeat him. And with that final exam thought Kyle was on the terra firma. Darren had his knee firmly in his bureau 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 remembered as Kyle Ramon Rhimes.
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"Stop you'll kill him, DARREN STOP, PLEASE !"I screamed with all my might as I tugged at my aged brother but it didn't matter I was hopelessly outmatched. Darren continued to quid the fat ass face, hitting him in his nose despite the increasing amount of stemma, despite the check deoxyephedrine, despite the battle cry and shrieking for service, despite the pee that was coming down the boys leg. pee-pee ? This slight 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 shriek to tell him who it was, he knew, he just didn't give a shag.
"Saviour the Nazarene DARREN WHAT THE FUCK"Mr. Day still in his replete police force uniform yanked his son off the lost boy and threw him into the bulwark. When Darren recovered and tried to set ahead he easily put him into a full nelson. With things settled for the moment he looked at the boy lying in the kitty 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 optic broad of tears, a red handprint on her face as shining as the stock on the flooring, 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 pilus reared back with a Irish Andrew D. White fist and get a line his wife's bloodcurdling riot sharp enough to pierce his homicidal delegacy and stop his clenched fist a simple two inches from the boy's face. He dropped kyle to the ground a wad of brunet hair still in his handwriting as he ascended the steps with Autumn in his weapon. Mrs. Day led Darren up the stairs holding him trying to steady him down, she locked the door from the inside and went back down the footstep to run to Kyle, she said no Son to him, she need not to. Her flavor of disgust was enough. Her many geezerhood of nursing truly saved Kyle's life story, she did such a magnificent job with her equipment at home that Kyle only went to the hospital as a forethought.
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"Kyle has partial raft within his allow eye now because of all the go bad glass, that got lodged within it due to Darren's savage 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 red cent rightfulness HE COULD'VE, and I saved his life !"Mrs. Day screamed through clenched teeth."Every nighttime when I go to sleep I ask myself why didn't I just let him die who would've convicted my son ? Who would've said protecting his little sister from some pervish cunt is a 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 barbaric ? YES !, Was it lethal ? tinker's dam right, but you want to sleep with 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 shag daughter and I should've let him die for it."Mrs. Day spat those last few quarrel through her teeth clenching her fist the line of descent barely able to flood around her metacarpophalangeal joint.
"Yea my son made a fault but you forget who you're talking to, I'M NEXT IN wrinkle TO BE D.A. get that ? That's territorial dominion attorney which means I have the mean value to contract charges against your son and you won't see him for a long time."Mrs. Rhimes spat back with compeer vengeance.
"And I'm The police sergeant-at-law and my bestfriend from childhood is the Chief of constabulary so I have the connections to try your son as an Adult and your infant boy won't see day for the next 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 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 East glide Now ! I don't pass on a fuck what you do to my son, if he's not gone I'm press boot and using every dirty tactic to get him locked up for as farsighted as I can unfairly get."She meant it the flame and hatred in her eyes made the point for her.
Sgt. Day was next to speak,"Deal !"Mrs. Day looked appalled at her hubby, and formed her justificatory objection, but was silenced by a wave of his hand."If my son faces no pokey 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 rubber, 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 Han-Gook 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 workweek it took to get the arranging set up. But the day had come, Darren was leaving.
He hadn't said a good deal and no one faulted him for protecting his babe. When Kyle showed up at the hospital word spreadhead around quickly even reaching the local anesthetic news about what happened and that was probably all the more ground that both parents wanted to remove their small fry from the spotlight so desperately. In the two week since the incident happened, everyone was extremely nice to autumn at school, and she even developed a ingroup at school when people realized how cool she can be once you talk to her. This made thing easier for Darren as he left knowing she won't be alone anymore, people were immolating her now wearing absurd color and even weirder items that she loved to adorn herself with and she seemed glad to have Friend, but he hardly spoke and didn't really give any goodbye's. His only real gesture in those two weeks was the hugs he gave his family especially his Sister before he left, he finally spoke as he walked through the gate turn and throwing a skew-whiff A-one bounce clod to her. She asked him what it was, as it bounced awkwardly away from her and she ran to see it. To her surprise he answered…
"It's an oddball ”.





~~~~~~Okay so I felt the penury to clarify a few things, this is not a violation story, I mean well this part is but the series won't be, I know it didn't have all that a lot sex in it but it'll get there if you guys want it to. I wanted to leave it with a drop hanger but the hold up paragraph kinda seems like a conclusion to me so I'm going to begin Chapter 2 here to see if you guys require Thomas More, positive or damaging comments accepted I'll use it all to be a ameliorate writer.~~~~~~~






Autumn woke up to an excessively loud motorcycle coming through her neck of the woods. The sound faded in and out of with the breaking ball of her neighborhood but then roared to a hitch outside her window, it was just before 9:00a.m. on a William Ashley Sunday and her parents were both fortunate to let the day off together, a day they planned to use for a appointment and ease, they would not be happy. She caught up with them as they walked towards the front door, her dad smell like coffee and her mom smelling like"ew"sex ? They walked outside all in jammies. Her Dad, in super acid Bathroom with gold letters that said"chieftain"he moved through his lieutenant promotion so quickly there was hardly a point in appointing it. Her mom in a long garden pink bathrobe with attenuated missive that used to say number one mom, and she in a pink cooler top and pajama pants that read :"I'm just aDORKable ”. With yellow smileys in deep black rimmed ice.
The unknown rose off his motorcycle and turned his back to the phratry ; he lifted his helmet off displaying his brusk brunette locks, as he slid off his 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 pound sterling that looked to be pure heftiness. With his back still turned he finally spoke,"You've gotten erstwhile, You've gotten fatter, and You've have taller"he turned and looked at the disordered crime syndicate, as they all adjusted to his face. 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 height and he twirled her in her arms. He was soon comforted by a hug from his mother and patted on the cover from his sire. It has been nearly four foresightful class, and finally Darren was home.
A white Mercedes pulled into the driveway and a young dirty blonde stepped out and smiled awkwardly, at the flummox family.
"Oh"Smiled Darren as he cupped the beauty in his branch,"Let me innovate my beautiful fiancé, Jazmyn."
"But you're not even 20, not until next month."
"True, so are you going to forget my fiancé in the frigid one workweek from Noel ? Or are you going to ask round us in to hitch up mom ?"
"Uh-um y-y-yes do fall in us Jazmyn, I'm summer and this is my husband Neal, and my daughter Autumn."
"Nice to foregather you all"Jazmyn beamed.
"I'm sorry but before we sit down, may I ask how old you are Jazmyn ?"
"I'm 18 maitre d'hotel Day, my birthday was two workweek 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 Savior mom why not ask her which position is our favorite gaoler position."Darren replied with the extreme pain in the neck.
This was the estimable soap Opera fall could've wished for. She giggled at the overplus on her mother's face, the annoying 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 embarrass Mrs Day responded,"Welcome to the class Jazmine"and leaned in for a hug.





~~~ok if you couldn't figure it out the following installment is gon na have a lot of sex, and a short romance, a few surprises, and hopefully a good story…that is if you guys desire me to throw more… THANKS FOR READING~~~