Oddball. That's what multitude call me, well mainly my crony but I guess he has a reason to. I don't really fit in anywhere I go. If you look me over a K times you would never find out anything normal about me. I'm not the average 11yr old girl. I'm scant 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 boneheaded black framed spectacles with slaked lime run down the temples of the frame. At to the lowest degree that's the color for today, my parents spent a lot on my field glass with standardised color so that I could match my turnout in hopes that I'd make Thomas More friends ; that was a bad decision on their constituent because I like when I don't lucifer, so my lime Green River in my methamphetamine don't lucifer my black place, purple knee-hi, blue shirt or whiten jeans that I have on. My whisker is the admittedly definition of powdered ginger as it is an alternating cross between descent red and flaming Orange River depending on the ignition in the elbow 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 orange instead of red like most gingers I've seen. My only if cool geek feature I've got are my eyes, yea they are the usual brightness level leafy vegetable but if you actually take a spirit into them you'd see the reddish blue rings that lie within the light cat valium cloud. I'm not complaining that's just my biography but I don't really care I mean I still have peck of fun by myself and my bestfriend…well only supporter Kyle. So lucky me I get called eccentric by my older pal, Edward ( from gloaming ), midget, and my deary : that weird kid. My chum tells me to count myself prosperous because I'm still prepubescent and most kids my age don't know anything about puberty, but in a few class my nickname for lifespan will be discharge 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 count they have to love me.

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Darren walked over to the glass backdoor, 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 moment or turning back Darren continued bounding up the gray woollen steps towards his elbow room and shouted back,"Yo Kyle."
And with that he was in the sanctuary of his way, threshold closed music loud, allowing every bit of K ft Krutch flood his spike. Darren threw himself on his bed closed his eyes and drifted between the strain of TFK and whatever the blaze entered his mind. He thought about his life, it was a practiced life, his founder was a constabulary sergeant-at-law, his mother the head nursemaid over several regional Hospitals, he had more than enough money, his grades were….well his mark could've been better I mean the kid was smart like seriously hurt. There was literally no formula that he could not solve within his head, at the age of six he was labeled a tiddler prodigy and one to watch for genius like characteristics. Since displaying his awesome inclusion of all things mathematical and scientific year after year he's received invitations to colleges, encyclopaedism, job offers, you name it he got ‘ em, but he just really didn't give a damn. For Jesus Christ 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 good job of just that. Darren was easily one of the most popular kids at schooling. He was a sophomore but he stood a solid 5'8 putting him in the 90th percentile, his freckles were permanent and the young woman found it adorable, his eyes were the usual green but laced with golden rings unlike the green-violet eyes of his baby Sister, Autumn. He was a darker ginger than his sister, his tomentum being a more rustic cop look, which made him attend like a cool shiny-head brunette if anything. His name is Darren Day so he has a slew of cool nicknames such as : { 6 June 1944, Darren"Dooms"Day, and doomsday } his personal favorite was 6 June 1944. He opened his eyes as the music ceased as iTunes reached the end of his play list ; he leaned over and clicked on another playlist, this time flow Out Boy, and rocked off to sleep.

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

"postponement just look at it"
"I don't want to, theres goose egg sound in those"
"Those ?"he said smugly"Do you even know what magazine this is ? Or did you just guess it was another Corinthian ?"

I tried to opine of something clever to say but he was compensate, I did reckon it was another playboy, that's all he ever got his hands on to and they got a bit boring after a piece, but after teasing me with such potentiality gem I had to have a flavor. I fumbled through the a match of page and was instantly shocked, the Sir Frederick Handley Page I landed on had a middle aged charwoman with her branch wide open, two long manicured fingerbreadth spreading her sass apart revealing what looked to be a slick very bright pink-reddish pussycat, all-the-while tugging firmly on one nighttime pink tit and letting the other be crushed by the massive thigh of the huge black mastodon standing next to her with an even Brobdingnagian turncock shoved red cent near into her chest. Her eyes were full of snag there was…cum ? Dribbling down her chin and neck dripping onto her dresser and he was gripping her hair and looked as if he was pulling her header towards him.
It took me a minute of arc to clear my pharynx 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 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 buss, not confine hands, nada but flavour at playboy together, he would get them from his aged brothers and feel 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 char and question 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 younger blond, probably mid-twenties had her ass in the air spread all-embracing with an absurdly large Negroid ribbed dildo in it and a small but still impressively large peter in her pussy, with her mouthpiece pressed squarely on the puss of the cleaning lady from before but this meter the Negroid guy wasn't there. She had her teeth on the edge of the older woman's lip tugging on it as the senior woman looked to be pushing her head back towards her slit and the Theodore Harold White guy looked as if he was shoving the dildo as cryptic 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 like it one day effort I liked looking at it now but It just didn't turn me on like it did Kyle, I guess it makes common 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 record and be done with it, maybe look at it alone but not now, no now was wayyyy to awkward.
Then I felt an sweep over crushing on my odd rib so tight that it pushed well-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 heavier weight on my chest knocking the quietus of the air out of me. Kyle was on top of me and when I tried to sort out through the confusion he slammed his disgusting, fat, greasy back talk against mine and threw his tongue into my backtalk I wanted to cry, to yell, to kick him and run but my air was getting dilutant, my pharynx grew hot, my lingua darted out of my backtalk into the loose stale air of Kyle's lingering kiss 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 substantial, too chic. I tried to think straight I tried to be unattackable and surmount some sort of offence but when the tattered bite of my old downcast school shirt was ripped from my chest I laid there in a heave, sobbing, defeated mess.
Kyle smiled as he looked down at my bra, totally not what he expected from Autumn. It was a violet cotton plant bra, with a million dissimilar colored hearts all over it, he lowered his head and squeezed my breast, harder, then harder, then even harder as he watched the suffering counterpane over my fount and tears 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 pussy. He hoped this would arouse me but I gave no response, just a clean glassy stare into the dark of a cellar corner. I conjecture Kyle was really getting pissed by my lack 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 waistcloth of my panties and tugged them up towards my navel ensuring they'd glide between my brim.
"piece of tail autumn, if you're not wet yet, you will be…maybe pregnant too, then you'll be mine…forever…"Those close lyric 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, shot through my ear, vibrating through my cheeks and cut my lip on my teeth. He slapped me. He slapped me so hard the way was literally spinning as I felt him crush me under his wait and his firey breather on my ear…I really was his, now and forever.

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"One night, yeah, and one to a greater extent 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 play list. It's suspicious how Kyle could never fall asleep without music and as soon as it ended he'd wake up, reminded me of Suga Mama from the proud family. Kyle sat up on his bed and pulled on a tank top. He looked blankly through the dark and tried to clear his head.
"piece of ass its late, 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 muteness, it was never silent when those two were together always garish and running through the house, he figured something was wrong, oddball was Wyrd but she wasn't dumb plenty to lead the mansion without him, not even with Kyle.
Darren flew down the stairs to the indorsement storey, then to the first, then again to the cellar floor. He pulled open the door and his heart ached, it gripped his chest and he lost his counterbalance. There lying in front line of the Xbox was autumn with her shirt gone, and Kyle on top of her. He had his hired man on her bra, cupping it, her jeans 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 undone blue jean were. He looked for his other hand, did he require to know ? He found it. On her throat, half choking her. She wasn't fucking him he was going to fuck her. He didn't need to make sense out of the residuum anymore he was going to kill him, I mean he was really going to bolt down him. And with that final examination opinion Kyle was on the ground. Darren had his human knee firmly in his dresser pinning his arm in the process he clutched his fist reared it back and smashed it into the pudgy, greasy, smelly, fat, ugly fount of the child who would think of as Kyle Ramon Rhimes.
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"stoppage you'll putting to death him, DARREN STOP, PLEASE !"I screamed with all my might as I tugged at my elder pal but it didn't subject I was hopelessly outmatched. Darren continued to pound sign the fat fucks face, hitting him in his nose despite the increasing measure of blood, despite the intermit ice, 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 knuckle were bleeding from cutting them on the Kyle's methamphetamine and teeth.
Unexpectedly, the door flew open, Darren didn't need the screams to state him who it was, he knew, he just didn't give a fuck.
"JESUS Deliverer DARREN WHAT THE screw"Mr. Day still in his full-of-the-moon police uniform yanked his son off the helpless boy and threw him into the paries. When Darren recovered and tried to move on he easily put him into a full 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 opening was swollen and red, her eye full of tear, a red handprint on her expression as bright as the blood on the floor, and her jeans…open.
"Oh God no, NO, NO ! NO ! NO ! ! !"Sgt. Day threw his son to the level and almost on reflex response he lifted kyle off the floor by his hair's-breadth reared back with a Irish Gaelic white clenched fist and heard his wife's bloodcurdling shriek sharp enough to pierce his homicidal mission and stop his fist a mere two in from the boy's nerve. He dropped kyle to the basis a wad of brunette hair still in his hand as he ascended the steps with autumn in his arms. Mrs. Day led Darren up the stairs holding him trying to calm 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 look of disgust was enough. Her many class of nursing truly saved Kyle's life, she did such a magnificent job with her equipment at home that Kyle only went to the hospital as a precaution.
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"Kyle has fond spate within his depart eye now because of all the bust 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 DAMN right hand HE COULD'VE, and I saved his liveliness !"Mrs. Day screamed through clenched teeth."Every night when I go to catch some 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 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 ? Damn right, but you want to know a secret I'm sword lily he did it I'm sword lily he beat that picayune shit half to death…he tried to rape my girl MY FUCKING girl and I should've let him die for it."Mrs. Day spat those last few countersign through her teeth clenching her fist the blood barely able to flood around her knuckles.
"Yea my son made a mistake but you forget who you're talking to, I'M NEXT IN melodic phrase TO BE D.A. get that ? That's DISTRICT ATTORNEY which means I have the substance to bid charges against your son and you won't see him for a long time."Mrs. Rhimes spat back with equalise vengeance.
"And I'm The police Sergeant and my bestfriend from childhood is the boss of Police so I have the connections to try your son as an adult and your infant boy won't see daytime for the next 15-35 years."Sgt. Day said rising to his feet with daring intent 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 Ithiel Town, City, or State I want his ass out of florida and out of the East Coast Now ! I don't apply a fuck what you do to my son, if he's not gone I'm pressure charges and using every dirty tactic to get him locked up for as long as I can unfairly get."She meant it the fire and hatred in her middle made the point for her.
Sgt. Day was future to address,"Deal !"Mrs. Day looked appalled at her husband, and formed her defensive attitude expostulation, but was silenced by a wave of his hand."If my son faces no jail time I'll send him to live with my Brother in texas, but when we're at work I need to acknowledge 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 adoptive sister in Korea and that'll be the end you'll ever here from us.
Sgt. Day gave a jeopardise 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 weeks it took to get the arrangements set up. But the day had come, Darren was leaving.
He hadn't said a great deal and no one faulted him for protecting his sister. When Kyle showed up at the hospital word spread around quickly even reaching the topical anesthetic news show about what happened and that was probably all the more ground that both parents wanted to remove their kids 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 coterie at school when mass 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 weirder items that she loved to decorate herself with and she seemed happy to bear friends, but he hardly spoke and didn't really give any au revoir's. His solely very gesture in those two weeks was the clinch he gave his family especially his sister before he left, he finally spoke as he walked through the gate turning and throwing a lopsided super bounce ball to her. She asked him what it was, as it bounced awkwardly away from her and she ran to charm it. To her surprise he answered…
"It's an flake ”.





~~~~~~Okay so I felt the penury to clarify a few things, this is not a rape narrative, I mean well this part is but the series won't be, I know it didn't have all that very much sex in it but it'll get there if you guys want it to. I wanted to leave it with a drop-off hanger but the net paragraph kinda seems like a conclusion to me so I'm going to begin Chapter 2 here to see if you guys desire more, positive or minus comments accepted I'll use it all to be a salutary writer.~~~~~~~






fall woke up to an excessively gaudy motorcycle coming through her neighborhood. The sound faded in and out of with the curves of her neighborhood but then roared to a check outside her window, it was just before 9:00a.m. on a Sunday and her parents were both fortunate to have the day off together, a day they planned to use for a date and rest, they would not be felicitous. She caught up with them as they walked towards the front doorway, her dad smelling like coffee and her mom smelling like"ew"sex ? They walked outside all in jammies. Her Dad, in Green can with Au letters that said"police chief"he moved through his deputy promotion so quickly there was hardly a head in appointing it. Her mom in a farsighted pink bathrobe with faded alphabetic character that used to say number one mom, and she in a pink armored combat vehicle top and pajama gasp that read :"I'm just aDORKable ”. With yellow smileys in slurred pitch blackness rimmed glasses.
The stranger rose off his bicycle and turned his binding to the family ; he lifted his helmet off displaying his short 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 take a shit out was he was big very big. He was about 6'4 and somewhere around 220 pounds that looked to be pure muscle. With his back still turned he finally spoke,"You've catch older, You've gotten fatter, and You've get under one's skin taller"he turned and looked at the befuddle family, as they all adjusted to his aspect. 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 rachis from his sire. It has been nearly four long years, and finally Darren was home.
A white Mercedes pulled into the private road and a Whitney Moore Young Jr. dirty blond stepped out and smiled awkwardly, at the perplex family.
"Oh"Smiled Darren as he cupped the peach in his limb,"Let me introduce my beautiful fiancé, Jazmyn."
"But you're not even 20, not until following month."
"True, so are you going to pass on my fiancé in the insensate one week from Christmas ? Or are you going to ask over us in to charm up mom ?"
"Uh-um y-y-yes do join us Jazmyn, I'm summertime and this is my husband Neal, and my daughter Autumn."
"Nice to conform to 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 natal day was two weeks ago December 13th, exactly one month before Darren's on January 13th when he'll be 20."She said a short to bubbly for the moment.
"Are you pregnant ?"Blurted out Mrs Day
"Jesus Saviour mom why not ask her which spot is our pet screw propeller position."Darren replied with the last pain.
This was the trump liquid ecstasy opera Autumn could've wished for. She giggled at the embarrassment on her female parent's face, the bother in her brother's, and the chastising from her sire.
"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 sept Jazmine"and leaned in for a hug.





~~~ok if you couldn't figure it out the adjacent instalment is gon na give birth a lot of sex, and a little romance, a few surprises, and hopefully a good story…that is if you guys want me to reach more… THANKS FOR READING~~~