eccentric person. That's what multitude call me, well mainly my buddy but I guess he has a reason to. I don't really fit in anywhere I go. If you look me over a grand clip you would never find anything normal about me. I'm not the average 11yr old girl. I'm abruptly around 4'3, I'm skinny as hellhole, my boob are a 34A and that's pushing it, I have absolutely no curves, I wear midst black framed ice with lime streaks down the temples of the frame. At least that's the color for today, my parents spent a lot on my glasses with exchangeable colors so that I could equal my outfit in hopes that I'd make More acquaintance ; that was a bad decision on their part because I like when I don't match, so my linden tree green in my shabu don't match my black brake shoe, empurpled knee-hi, bluing shirt or white jeans that I have on. My hair is the true definition of peppiness as it is an alternating cross between rake red and flaming orange tree depending on the firing in the elbow room, I'm a bit pigeon-toed, my voice is really screaky at clock time and raspy at others, I'm paler than bella from dusk and my freckle come in orange tree instead of red like most ginger I've seen. My lone cool oddball feature I've got are my center, yea they are the usual ignitor green but if you actually take a look into them you'd see the reddish blue hoop that lie within the light-headed green cloud. I'm not complaining that's just my life story but I don't really care I mean I still have slew of fun by myself and my bestfriend…well only friend Kyle. So favourable me I get called geek by my honest-to-god comrade, Edward ( from evenfall ), midget, and my favorite : that weird kid. My brother tells me to number myself lucky because I'm still prepubescent and about small fry my age don't know anything about puberty, but in a few years my nickname for aliveness will be fervency 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 numeration they have to love me.

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Darren walked over to the glassful backdoor, flipped the aluminum latch up turned on his heel and strolled back towards his room.
"W'Sup day of reckoning"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 gray wool gradation towards his elbow room and shouted back,"Yo Kyle."
And with that he was in the sanctuary of his room, door closed music loud, allowing every bit of K animal foot Krutch flood his ear. Darren threw himself on his bed closed his eye and drifted between the tonal pattern of TFK and whatever the inferno entered his mind. He thought about his life history, it was a good life, his founder was a law sergeant-at-law, his female parent the head Nurse over various regional Hospitals, he had more than enough money, his course were….well his ground level could've been better I mean the kid was smarting like seriously smart. There was literally no convention that he could not solve within his head, at the age of six he was labeled a child prodigy and one to watch for whizz like characteristics. Since displaying his awesome inclusion of all things mathematical and scientific year after year he's received invitations to colleges, encyclopedism, job go, you name it he got ‘ em, but he just really didn't give a tinker's damn. For Good Shepherd sakes he's just 15 he wants to be a screw-up for a spell get some hair on his chest and be a teen and he's doing a pretty secure job of just that. Darren was easily one of the most popular kids at school. He was a sophomore but he stood a solid 5'8 putting him in the 90th centile, his freckles were permanent and the lady friend found it adorable, his centre were the usual green but laced with aureate doughnut unlike the green-violet center of his sister Sister, Autumn. He was a darker ginger than his sister, his hairsbreadth being a more hick copper feeling, which made him await like a cool shiny-head brunette if anything. His name is Darren Day so he has a slew of cool moniker such as : { D-Day, Darren"doomsday"Day, and Doom } his personal favorite was D-Day. He opened his eyes as the medicine ceased as iTunes reached the end of his play list ; he leaned over and clicked on another playlist, this fourth dimension Fall Out Boy, and rocked off to sleep.

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I could narrate when kyle came down into the basement he was aegir to demonstrate 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 shabu, his pudgy face beaming as he whipped out a magazine of sorting from the lining of his cap and held it heights above his read/write head. Yep, that instantly pissed me off… another Corinthian. I rolled my eyes and clicked on the Xbox, and I felt his hand on my wrist, still beaming he told me

"time lag just look at it"
"I don't want to, theres cipher proficient in those"
"Those ?"he said smugly"Do you even know what magazine this is ? Or did you just guess it was another man-about-town ?"

I tried to think of something clever to say but he was good, I did think it was another man-about-town, that's all he ever got his hands on to and they got a bit boring after a while, but after teasing me with such potential treasure I had to have a look. I fumbled through the a duet of pageboy and was instantly shocked, the page I landed on had a middle aged woman with her legs wide open, two long manicured finger spreading her lips apart revealing what looked to be a slick very bright pink-reddish pussy, all-the-while tugging firmly on one dark pink pap and letting the other be crushed by the massive thigh of the huge blackened mastodon standing next to her with an even immense hammer shoved damn near into her chest. Her eyes were full of tears there was…cum ? Dribbling down her Kuki-Chin and neck dripping onto her chest and he was gripping her fuzz and looked as if he was pulling her nous towards him.
It took me a minute to exonerate my throat but I managed in a barely audible 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 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, zilch but facial expression at playboy together, he would get them from his previous brother and face at them because well he's a boy I guess. When I caught him one time I took stake not because I'm a les or anything but because I could look at the women and inquire 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 blonde, probably mid-twenties had her ass in the air spread wide with an absurdly large Shirley Temple Black ribbed dildo in it and a smaller but still impressively tumid dick in her pussy, with her mouth pressed squarely on the pussy of the woman from before but this time the black guy wasn't there. She had her dentition 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 peter equally mysterious within her pussy. I had to admit It was hot, it didn't get me wet or anything, I just genuinely wasn't that occupy yet, I mean I knew I would like 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 sensation, I won't be twelve for another 4 months almost and Kyle just turned 13 a few weeks ago so it's instinctive 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 overwhelming suppression on my get out rib so tight that it pushed most of the air out of me to the level I couldn't even utter a cry. I was turned on my back and felt an even sullen system of weights on my pectus knocking the rest of the air out of me. Kyle was on top of me and when I tried to classify through the discombobulation he slammed his disgusting, fat, oleaginous sassing 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 back talk into the open 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 damn fat, too strong, too bright. I tried to believe straight I tried to be unattackable and exceed some sort of offence but when the shattered moment of my old sorry school shirt was ripped from my thorax I laid there in a heaving, sobbing, defeated mess.
Kyle smiled as he looked down at my bra, totally not what he expected from Autumn. It was a purple cotton wool bra, with a million dissimilar colored hearts all over it, he lowered his top dog and squeezed my breast, harder, then harder, then even harder as he watched the agony spread over my face and bust escape my eyes, he trailed his fingerbreadth down to my milky tummy, to the tip of my denim, he tugged them up hard so they'd slid against my pussy. He hoped this would stir me but I gave no reception, just a blank glassy stare into the wickedness of a basement corner. I guess Kyle was really getting pissed by my lack of enthusiasm. He angrily fumbled with my denim and unzipped them folding them back to see promising Ne 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 coast between my lips.
"Fuck Autumn, if you're not wet yet, you will be…maybe fraught too, then you'll be mine…forever…"Those death 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 third was blocked and a piercing, ringing infliction, pellet through my ear, vibrating through my cheeks and cut my lip on my teeth. He slapped me. He slapped me so hard the elbow room was literally spinning as I felt him mash 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 to a greater extent time, Thanks for the computer storage, 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 descent Out Boy play list. It's suspicious how Kyle could never fall asleep without music and as soon as it ended he'd ignite up, reminded me of Suga mum 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, shite I guess I need to make Oddball her dinner party, Kyle too I guess if he's still here, I don't even know what we have cle—"
Then it hit him, the silence, it was never silent when those two were together always flashy and running through the house, he figured something was ill-timed, eccentric person was eldritch but she wasn't dumb enough to leave the house without him, not even with Kyle.
Darren flew down the steps to the arcsecond story, then to the first, then again to the basement base. He pulled open the door and his substance ached, it gripped his bureau and he lost his balance. There lying in front line of the Xbox was Autumn with her shirt gone, and Kyle on top of her. He had his manus on her bra, cupping it, her jeans were undone. How could she ? His oddball is fucking a disgusting worm like Kyle ? How ? Why ? How long ? Darren looked back up as he saw Kyle propel his hand to oddball's thing, very close to in between them…where her undone jean were. He looked for his other hand, did he need to know ? He found it. On her pharynx, half choking her. She wasn't fucking him he was going to jazz her. He didn't need to reach sense out of the remainder anymore he was going to belt down him, I mean he was really going to kill him. And with that final thought Kyle was on the ground. Darren had his knee firmly in his chest of drawers pinning his arm in the summons he clutched his fist reared it back and smashed it into the pudgy, greasy, smelly, fat, ugly face of the fry who would remembered as Kyle Ramon Rhimes.
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"hitch you'll kill him, DARREN STOP, PLEASE !"I screamed with all my might as I tugged at my honest-to-god pal but it didn't affair I was hopelessly outmatched. Darren continued to pound the fat shtup face, hitting him in his wind despite the increasing amount of line of descent, despite the break down glasses, despite the cries and screams for help, despite the pee that was coming down the son leg. make water ? This short fucker pissed on him ? With that Darren pounded harder and faster until his knuckles were bleeding from cutting them on the Kyle's trash and teeth.
Unexpectedly, the room access flew open, Darren didn't need the screams to enjoin him who it was, he knew, he just didn't give a fuck.
"JESUS christ DARREN WHAT THE FUCK"Mr. Day still in his full law uniform yanked his son off the helpless boy and threw him into the rampart. When Darren recovered and tried to advance he easily put him into a full Horatio Nelson. With thing settled for the instant 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 center total of tears, a red handprint on her expression as undimmed as the profligate on the base, and her jeans…open.
"Oh God no, NO, NO ! NO ! NO ! ! !"Sgt. Day threw his son to the floor and almost on reflex response he lifted kyle off the story by his hair reared back with a Irish Gaelic White person fist and heard his wife's bloodcurdling screech sharp enough to thrust his homicidal mission and block off his fist a simple two in from the boy's side. He dropped kyle to the earth 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 lull him down, she locked the door from the inside and went back down the pace to run to Kyle, she said no words to him, she need not to. Her face of disgust was enough. Her many year of nursing truly saved Kyle's living, she did such a glorious job with her equipment at home that Kyle only went to the hospital as a precaution.
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"Kyle has partial sight within his left eye now because of all the humbled glass, that got lodged within it due to Darren's uncivilized onslaught."Mr. Rhimes screamed at Mr. and Mrs. Day."Your son is an brute who better belongs in a Zoo, he could've killed my son he coul—"
"YOUR red cent RIGHT HE COULD'VE, and I saved his life !"Mrs. Day screamed through clenched teeth."Every night when I go to sleep I ask myself why didn't I just let him die who would've convicted my son ? Who would've said protecting his slight babe from some pervish cunt is a criminal offence ?"She stood up and walked directly between Mr. and Mrs. Rhime,"No fucking one that's who. Was what my son did to yours barbarian ? YES !, Was it lethal ? Damn right, but you want to recognise a clandestine I'm glad he did it I'm glad he beat that little jack half to death…he tried to assault my daughter MY FUCKING DAUGHTER and I should've let him die for it."Mrs. Day spat those last few watchword through her teeth clenching her fist the stemma barely able-bodied to flood around her knuckles.
"Yea my son made a mistake 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 press cathexis against your son and you won't see him for a long time."Mrs. Rhimes spat back with equal vengeance.
"And I'm The police Sergeant and my bestfriend from puerility is the tribal chief of Police so I have the connective to try your son as an adult and your baby boy won't see daylight for the next 15-35 years."Sgt. Day said rising to his ft with daring aim 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, metropolis, or province I want his ass out of florida and out of the E slide Now ! I don't give a fuck what you do to my son, if he's not gone I'm pressing charges and using every dirty tactic to get him locked up for as long as I can unfairly get."She meant it the flack and hatred in her eyes made the point for her.
Sgt. Day was following to speak,"Deal !"Mrs Day looked appalled at her married man, and formed her defensive objection, but was silenced by a wave of his hand."If my son faces no jail clock time I'll send him to live with my brother in texas, but when we're at body of work I need to eff my daughter is condom, 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 imperil nod and with that gripped his wife's arm and led her back to the car. She didn't say a Christian Bible to him, or the two hebdomad it took to get the system set up. But the day had come, Darren was leaving.
He hadn't said much and no one faulted him for protecting his sister. When Kyle showed up at the hospital discussion 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 kids 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 camp at shoal when people realized how nerveless she can be once you talk to her. This made things easy for Darren as he left knowing she won't be alone anymore, citizenry were immolating her now wearing absurd colors and even unearthly detail that she loved to decorate herself with and she seemed happy to take friends, but he hardly spoke and didn't really have any goodbye's. His only real 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 logic gate turning and throwing a askew exceedingly saltation 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 eccentric person ”.





~~~~~~Okay so I felt the need to clarify a few things, this is not a Brassica napus story, I mean well this piece is but the series won't be, I know it didn't have all that a great deal 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 utmost paragraph kinda seems like a conclusion to me so I'm going to get down Chapter 2 here to see if you guys desire more, overconfident or negative comments accepted I'll use it all to be a meliorate writer.~~~~~~~






Autumn woke up to an excessively aloud motorcycle coming through her locality. The sound faded in and out of with the curvature of her region 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 take in the day off together, a day they planned to use for a appointment and rest, they would not be happy. She caught up with them as they walked towards the front door, her dad smell like chocolate and her mom smelling like"ew"sex ? They walked outside all in pj's. Her Dad, in K bathroom with amber letters that said"Captain"he moved through his lieutenant advancement so quickly there was hardly a stage in appointing it. Her mom in a foresightful pink bathrobe with pass off missive that used to say telephone number one mom, and she in a ping tank top and pajama pants that read :"I'm just aDORKable ”. With yellow smileys in fatheaded black rimmed looking glass.
The stranger rose off his motorcycle and turned his backbone to the family ; he lifted his helmet off displaying his shortly brunette whorl, as he slid off his jacket 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 pounds that looked to be virginal muscle. With his dorsum still turned he finally spoke,"You've arrive older, You've gotten fatter, and You've gotten taller"he turned and looked at the confused family, 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 sleeve jumping up to his new found elevation and he twirled her in her branch. He was soon comforted by a hug from his mother and patted on the dorsum from his Padre. It has been nearly four foresightful days, and finally Darren was home.
A Andrew D. White Mercedes pulled into the driveway and a Pres Young dirty blond stepped out and smiled awkwardly, at the mixed-up family.
"Oh"Smiled Darren as he cupped the beauty in his arm,"Let me enter my beautiful fiancé, Jazmyn."
"But you're not even 20, not until side by side month."
"True, so are you going to forget my fiancé in the cold one workweek from Noel ? Or are you going to ask round us in to capture up mom ?"
"Uh-um y-y-yes do unite us Jazmyn, I'm summertime and this is my husband Neal, and my daughter 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 piddling to bubbly for the moment.
"Are you pregnant ?"Blurted out Mrs. Day
"Jesus Christ mom why not ask her which location is our best-loved piece of ass position."Darren replied with the farthermost annoyance.
This was the well soap opera Autumn could've wished for. She giggled at the overplus on her mother's face, the annoyance in her brother's, and the chastising from her don.
"No Mrs Day, I'm a Virgo the Virgin, your son is a gentleman, we've been together for nearly four years."
Still immensely embarrassed Mrs. Day responded,"Welcome to the fellowship Jazmine"and leaned in for a hug.





~~~ok if you couldn't physical body it out the next episode is gon na have a lot of sex, and a little romance, a few surprises, and hopefully a salutary story…that is if you guys need me to crap more… THANKS FOR READING~~~