geek. That's what people call me, well mainly my brother but I guess he has a reason to. I don't really fit in anywhere I go. If you look me over a M times you would never find anything convention about me. I'm not the average 11yr old girl. I'm abruptly around 4'3, I'm skinny as pit, my tit are a 34A and that's pushing it, I have absolutely no curves, I wear fatheaded bootleg framed glasses with lime streaks down the temple of the material body. At to the lowest degree that's the gloss for today, my parents spent a lot on my glasses with interchangeable colors so that I could match my outfits in hopes that I'd make more friends ; that was a bad decision on their part because I like when I don't match, so my fluxing lime park in my glasses don't compeer my blackened horseshoe, empurpled knee-high, blue shirt or white jean that I have on. My hair's-breadth is the truthful definition of ginger as it is an alternating cross between origin red and flaming orange tree depending on the lighting in the room, I'm a bit pigeon-toed, my vocalism is really squeaky at times and raspy at others, I'm paler than bella from twilight and my lentigo come in orangeness instead of red like about gingers I've seen. My only if chill oddball feature I've got are my heart, yea they are the usual light green but if you actually take a look into them you'd see the violet rings that lie within the light green cloud. I'm not complaining that's just my life sentence but I don't really deal I mean I still have passel of fun by myself and my bestfriend…well only protagonist Kyle. So lucky me I get called oddball by my older crony, Edward IV ( from dusk ), midget, and my favorite : that eldritch kid. My brother tells me to weigh myself favourable because I'm still prepubescent and well-nigh minor my age don't know anything about puberty, but in a few days my nickname for life will be fire 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 love me.

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Darren walked over to the Methedrine backdoor, flipped the aluminum latch up turned on his blackguard and strolled back towards his room.
"W'Sup DOOM"shouted kyle as he slid the door closed and threw the door latch back down into locked position.
Not pausing a irregular or turning back Darren continued bounding up the gray wool steps towards his room and shouted back,"Yo Kyle."
And with that he was in the refuge of his room, door closed medicine loud, allowing every bit of 1000 pes Krutch flood his capitulum. Darren threw himself on his bed closed his eyes and drifted between the line of TFK and whatever the inferno entered his brain. He thought about his life, it was a salutary life-time, his father was a police serjeant-at-law, his female parent the head nanny over respective regional infirmary, he had more than sufficiency money, his mark were….well his form could've been better I mean the kid was smart like seriously voguish. There was literally no formula that he could not resolve within his capitulum, at the age of six he was labeled a baby prognostication and one to ascertain for Einstein like characteristics. Since displaying his awesome comprehension of all matter mathematical and scientific class after class 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 interest he's just 15 he wants to be a screw-up for a while get some hair on his breast and be a teen and he's doing a pretty good job of just that. Darren was easily one of the most democratic kids at schooltime. He was a sophomore but he stood a whole 5'8 putting him in the 90th centile, his freckles were permanent and the girls found it adorable, his center were the common green but laced with golden rings unlike the green-violet center of his babe sister, Autumn. He was a darker ginger than his sister, his haircloth being a more rustic copper look, which made him look like a cool shiny-head brunette if anything. His name is Darren Day so he has a flock of sang-froid nicknames such as : { D-Day, Darren"doom"Day, and Doom } his personal pet was D-day. He opened his eyes as the euphony ceased as iTunes reached the end of his playlist ; he leaned over and clicked on another play list, this time Fall Out Boy, and rocked off to sleep.

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I could severalize when kyle came down into the basement he was eager to testify 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 spectacles, his pudgy face beaming as he whipped out a magazine of sorts from the lining of his crown and held it high above his top dog. Yep, that instantly pissed me off… another playboy. I rolled my middle and clicked on the Xbox, and I felt his script on my wrist, still beaming he told me

"hold just look at it"
"I don't want to, theres naught soundly 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 think of something clever to say but he was veracious, I did cerebrate it was another man-about-town, that's all he ever got his hands on to and they got a bit slow after a while, but after teasing me with such potential treasure I had to let a feeling. I fumbled through the a couple of pages and was instantly shocked, the Sir Frederick Handley Page I landed on had a in-between aged woman with her legs wide overt, two long manicured finger's breadth spreading her lips apart revealing what looked to be a slick very bright pink-reddish pussy, all-the-while tugging firmly on one wickedness pinko pap and letting the early be crushed by the massive thigh of the vast black mastodon standing side by side to her with an even huger rooster shoved damn near into her breast. Her centre were full of bust there was…cum ? Dribbling down her chin and cervix dripping onto her dresser and he was gripping her hair and looked as if he was pulling her read/write head towards him.
It took me a minute 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 see at it together"he heaved through deepening pant. By god this was seriously turning him on, I mean I get it, it is extremely sexy but I think he's going to flub a gasket. Let me clarify we're not dating, we've never done anything sexual, not kiss, not hold hands, cipher but look at playboy together, he would get them from his previous comrade and feeling 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 aid back to the new page that was lying before us. A vernal blonde, probably mid-twenties had her ass in the air spread wide with an absurdly large melanise ribbed dildo in it and a pocket-sized but still impressively with child cock in her pussy, with her mouth pressed squarely on the twat of the cleaning woman from before but this meter the black guy wasn't there. She had her teeth on the sharpness of the older woman's lip tugging on it as the older woman looked to be pushing her read/write head back towards her pussy and the tweed guy looked as if he was shoving the dildo as deep as it could get in her ass and his stopcock 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 care it one day suit 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 workweek 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 fold the book and be done with it, maybe flavor at it alone but not now, no now was wayyyy to awkward.
Then I felt an overwhelming crushing on my will rib so nasty that it pushed nigh 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 weighty free weight on my chest knocking the respite of the air out of me. Kyle was on top of me and when I tried to sort out through the confusedness he slammed his disgusting, fat, greasy lip against mine and threw his tongue into my mouth I wanted to cry, to yell, to give up him and run but my air was getting dilutant, my pharynx grew hot, my spit darted out of my mouth into the spread out stale air of Kyle's lingering candy kiss and I punched him squarely in the nose as I realized if I didn't do something, anything kyle was going to exit me to last. I squirmed against him fighting with all my might but he was just too damn fat, too unassailable, too ache. I tried to cerebrate straightaway I tried to be substantial and overcome some sort of offence but when the tattered chip of my old disconsolate school day shirt was ripped from my chest I laid there in a heaving, sobbing, defeated batch.
Kyle smiled as he looked down at my bra, totally not what he expected from Autumn. It was a purple cotton bra, with a million different colored fondness all over it, he lowered his head and squeezed my chest, harder, then harder, then even harder as he watched the agony bedcover over my face and tears escape my eyes, he trailed his finger down to my milky stomach, to the tip of my jeans, he tugged them up hard so they'd slid against my pussy. He hoped this would rouse me but I gave no response, just a vacuous glassy stare into the darkness of a cellar corner. I approximate Kyle was really getting pissed by my want of enthusiasm. He angrily fumbled with my jean and unzipped them folding them back to see bright atomic number 10 panties with"Q-T-Pie"printed all over it. He gripped the waistband of my scanty and tugged them up towards my navel ensuring they'd slide between my sass.
"Fuck Autumn, if you're not wet yet, you will be…maybe pregnant too, then you'll be mine…forever…"Those last news scared the resistance back into me and as I punched him in his jaw I followed through with one to his synagogue, unfortunately the tierce was blocked and a piercing, ringing bother, shot through my ear, vibrating through my cheeks and cut my lip on my teeth. He slapped me. He slapped me so hard the room was literally spinning as I felt him crush me under his waiting and his firey breath on my ear…I really was his, now and forever.

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"One night, yeah, and one More time, Thanks for the memories, thanks for the storage, He, he tastes like you only sweeterrrr, ooo ooo ooo OH !"
And with that crescendo that was the end of the evenfall Out Boy playlist. It's funny how Kyle could never strike asleep without music and as soon as it ended he'd wake up, reminded me of Suga Mama from the proud class. Kyle sat up on his bed and pulled on a tank top. He looked blankly through the wickedness and tried to clear his promontory.
"roll in the hay its late, Shit I guess I need to construct 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 understood when those two were together always loud and running through the house, he figured something was wrong, eccentric was weird but she wasn't dumb enough to leave the house without him, not even with Kyle.
Darren flew down the steps to the 2nd floor, then to the first, then again to the basement floor. He pulled open the threshold and his fondness ached, it gripped his breast and he lost his balance. There lying in presence of the Xbox was Autumn with her shirt gone, and Kyle on top of her. He had his hand on her bra, cupping it, her jeans were undone. How could she ? His eccentric person is fucking a disgusting worm like Kyle ? How ? Why ? How long ? Darren looked back up as he saw Kyle actuate his bridge player to oddball's thing, very close to in between them…where her undone denim were. He looked for his other mitt, did he need to roll in the hay ? 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 rest anymore he was going to kill him, I mean he was really going to kill him. And with that final sentiment Kyle was on the background. Darren had his stifle firmly in his thorax pinning his arm in the process he clutched his fist reared it back and smashed it into the pudgy, greasy, smelly, fat, ugly boldness of the child who would remembered as Kyle Ramon Rhimes.
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"Stop you'll killing him, DARREN occlusive, PLEASE !"I screamed with all my might as I tugged at my old brother but it didn't thing I was hopelessly outmatched. Darren continued to Irish pound the fat fucks face, hitting him in his wind despite the increasing amount of parentage, despite the broken glasses, despite the watchword and shriek for help, despite the pee that was coming down the boys leg. Piss ? This footling fucker pissed on him ? With that Darren pounded harder and faster until his brass knucks were bleeding from cutting them on the Kyle's glasses and teeth.
Unexpectedly, the room access flew open, Darren didn't need the screeching to order him who it was, he knew, he just didn't give a piece of ass.
"Jesus Christ Good Shepherd DARREN WHAT THE FUCK"Mr. Day still in his full police uniform yanked his son off the helpless boy and threw him into the bulwark. When Darren recovered and tried to advance he easily put him into a full Viscount Nelson. With things settled for the moment he looked at the boy lying in the consortium of blood, coughing and crying. Then he looked at his wife and down at his daughter, oh god his daughter, her neck opening was swollen and red, her eyes full of tears, a red handprint on her face as shiny as the line of descent on the story, 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 people white fist and get a line his wife's bloodcurdling screeching piercing enough to thrust his murderous mission and break off his fist a mere two in from the boy's facial expression. He dropped kyle to the ground a wad of brunette hair still in his hand as he ascended the tone with fall in his implements of war. Mrs. Day led Darren up the stairs holding him trying to chill out him down, she locked the doorway from the inside and went back down the steps to be given to Kyle, she said no Logos to him, she need not to. Her look of disgust was enough. Her many year of nursing truly saved Kyle's animation, she did such a brilliant job with her equipment at home base that Kyle only went to the hospital as a caution.
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"Kyle has partial mint within his left eye now because of all the broken ice, 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 rightfield HE COULD'VE, and I saved his living !"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 footling 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 damn right field, but you want to hump a secret I'm glad he did it I'm glad he beat that little snitch half to death…he tried to outrage my daughter MY shag girl 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 glut around her knuckles.
"Yea my son made a mistake but you forget who you're talking to, I'M NEXT IN air TO BE D.A. get that ? That's district attorney which means I have the means to press burster against your son and you won't see him for a long time."Mrs. Rhimes spat back with equal retribution.
"And I'm The police Sergeant and my bestfriend from puerility is the chieftain of police force so I have the connections to try your son as an grownup and your baby boy won't see day for the next 15-35 years."Sgt. Day said rising to his invertebrate foot with daring intentions in his for both Mr. and Mrs Rhimes.
Mrs. Rhimes spoke first,"Well it looks like we're at an impasse. Regardless I don't want your son here, and I don't mean this Town, metropolis, or 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 pressure burster and using every dirty maneuver to get him locked up for as longsighted as I can unfairly get."She meant it the fire and hatred in her oculus made the point for her.
Sgt. Day was next to verbalize,"Deal !"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 time I'll send him to live on with my brother in texas, but when we're at work I need to know my daughter is safe, 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 adopted sister in Korea and that'll be the end you'll ever here from us.
Sgt. Day gave a heavy 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 hebdomad it took to get the arrangement set up. But the day had come, Darren was leaving.
He hadn't said much and no one faulted him for protecting his sis. When Kyle showed up at the infirmary word bed cover around quickly even reaching the local anesthetic news show about what happened and that was probably all the more rationality that both parents wanted to hit their nestling from the spotlight so desperately. In the two weeks since the incident happened, everyone was extremely nice to Autumn at school, and she even developed a clique at schooltime 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 colouring material and even uncanny items that she loved to beautify herself with and she seemed felicitous to give birth friends, but he hardly spoke and didn't really give way any goodbye's. His only real gesture in those two weeks was the squeeze he gave his folk especially his sister before he left, he finally spoke as he walked through the gate turning and throwing a lopsided super bounce clod to her. She asked him what it was, as it bounced awkwardly away from her and she ran to catch it. To her surprisal he answered…
"It's an Oddball ”.





~~~~~~Okay so I felt the need to clarify a few thing, this is not a assault story, I mean well this part is but the serial 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 conclusion to me so I'm going to begin Chapter 2 here to see if you guys want more, positive or negative commentary accepted I'll use it all to be a honest writer.~~~~~~~






autumn woke up to an excessively gimcrack bike 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 windowpane, it was just before 9:00a.m. on a Dominicus and her parents were both fortunate to consume the day off together, a day they planned to use for a date and rest, they would not be happy. She caught up with them as they walked towards the front man door, her dad smelling like coffee and her mom smelling like"ew"sex ? They walked outside all in pajamas. Her Dad, in Green Bathroom with amber letters that said"Captain"he moved through his lieutenant advancement so quickly there was hardly a point in appointing it. Her mom in a retentive pink bathrobe with faded alphabetic character that used to say turn one mom, and she in a ping tank top and pyjama pant that read :"I'm just aDORKable ”. With xanthous smileys in blockheaded dim rimmed methamphetamine hydrochloride.
The stranger rose off his bike and turned his spinal column to the kinsfolk ; he lifted his helmet off displaying his myopic brunette ringlet, 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 realise out was he was big very big. He was about 6'4 and somewhere around 220 pounds that looked to be virgin muscle. With his vertebral column still turned he finally spoke,"You've get down older, You've gotten fatter, and You've gotten taller"he turned and looked at the disordered family, as they all adjusted to his typeface. Then Autumn read his tattoo, it said…"D-day"
"Darren ?"
"Who else oddball ?"
With that she ran into his blazon 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 spine from his father. It has been nearly four long years, and finally Darren was home.
A whiteness Mercedes pulled into the driveway and a young dirty blonde stepped out and smiled awkwardly, at the baffled family.
"Oh"Smiled Darren as he cupped the sweetheart in his subdivision,"Let me introduce my beautiful fiancé, Jazmyn."
"But you're not even 20, not until side by side month."
"True, so are you going to leave my fiancé in the cold one hebdomad from Yule ? Or are you going to invite us in to catch up mom ?"
"Uh-um y-y-yes do link up us Jazmyn, I'm summer and this is my husband Neal, and my girl Autumn."
"Nice to meet 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 weeks ago December 13th, exactly one month before Darren's on Jan 13th when he'll be 20."She said a trivial to bubbly for the moment.
"Are you significant ?"Blurted out Mrs. Day
"Jesus Good Shepherd mom why not ask her which position is our deary screw position."Darren replied with the furthermost pain.
This was the best Georgia home boy opera fall could've wished for. She giggled at the embarrassment on her mother's look, the annoyance in her chum's, and the chastising from her father.
"No Mrs. Day, I'm a virgin, your son is a gentlemen, we've been together for nearly four years."
Still immensely embarrassed Mrs. Day responded,"Welcome to the folk Jazmine"and leaned in for a hug.





~~~ok if you couldn't soma it out the next installation is gon na have a lot of sex, and a little love affair, a few surprise, and hopefully a estimable story…that is if you guys want me to work more… THANKS FOR READING~~~