Heyyyy!

Sorry I wasn't around for over a thousand years to update this story. Got kinda busy and the likes. But! Now I shall give you chapter 4 to calm you down once more. XD

Here it is, enjoy!

Chapter 4

Tis a choodessny sunny day in England… A perfect day to viddy my Bonnie-dearest in her perfect glory of golden locks and ocean blue glazzies, all wrapped up in silk just for Ol' Uncle Alex to enjoy. She's wearing this really nice (and deliciously short) forest green silk-chiffon asymmetric malenky dress for Malenky Alex to enjoy over, and she kept everything else simple; silver-like black pumps and a black skvat bag that is hiding Bog knows what cheenas hide from the rest of the world whenever they itty out and about, O my brothers. I viddy her sitting outside on the gray stone stair case in front of the biblio, this biblio again where we first met almost a year ago, and she stands up from her seat and flashes her porcelain white zoobies at Your Humble Narrator once she viddies me goolying towards her.

I come up to her and outstretch my arms a tomtick so she can gooly down the stairs and give me a hug, "Morning morning, deary. Dressed up a tomtick for me?"

She lets itty a malenky to give me a closed smile before giving me a peck on the goobers, "Oh, you know me… I like to look my very best."

I lean back a malenky to scan my glazzies over her plott, "You've certainly outdone yourself this raz, my beloved… Green truly is your colour."

She strikes a malenky pose-hips out to odin side, her glazzies smottovat towards the other way with like her open in that gaping surprised smile-before giggling, "Come now, we mustn't be late for Brunch. I want to go to this new tres chic restaurant that's just around the corner from here!"

I give her a skorry peck on her goobers before giving that same closed smile, "Off we itty, I suppose!"

It is tres chic indeed, O my brothers. Where we ittied to is this really nice malenky restaurant that focuses on the French architect and cuisine to give that lovely Le Pairs feel to it. Bonnie, cultured as always, decided on a chasha of white coffee (with like sprinkled cinnamon on top along with some whipped cream), with like Crespéou on the side and some fruits with cottage cheese. I, uncultured as always, just got Your Humble Narrator black coffee and French toast with like the same fruits with like cottage cheese, O my brothers. She had to giggle at my plate.

"Why don't you try some Quiche Lorraine?" She inquires before digging in to her Crespéou meal, "French toast… It's too simple for you."

You mean to you, I almost govoreeted, but luckily my rot is full of cottage cheese to govoreet anything else. I only casually shrug before continuing on with my brunch.

We sit in silence for a few minootas before Bonnie made a malenky silvery shoom by placing down her fork and maslo nozh on the glass plate, "Alex, is everything alright? You seem a touch different today. Has something happened?"

I shake my gulliver without even smottovat at her in the glazzies. She openly stares at me before govoreeting again.

"Alex! Look at me when I'm talking to you! I want to know why the sudden change in appe-," She stops and takes in a shaking breath, "You're not… breaking up with me, are you?"

I finally smot at her in the glazzies with like a confused frown, "What? Real dobby heavens, no... just relax. I've got much on my rassoodock, is all… It has nothing to do with us," I smile before shvatty her dorogoy manicured rook in my own, "I promise, dorogoy."

She stares at me before closing her glazzies with like a sigh, "Good. Because… there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about."

I let itty of her rook to retreat it back so as to shvat my chasha of coffee, "Really? About what?"

She has this expression on her litso that smots a tomtick worried to me, but then she bravely answers, "It's about us, Alex. You and me… it's been almost a year now. I feel so sure about us, I feel so sure about you that I've never felt with other men before…"

I stare at her openly, waiting. She continues with like a sigh.

"Alex… what do you see in me? Do you see… a future with me?"

I smot up towards the ceiling with just my glazzies before shrugging, "Perhaps. I am not real dobby with like vareeting for the future, dear… I shvat veshches odin day at a raz. You know this."

She straightens up and govoreets through her zoobies, "Well, luckily for you, I am good with planning… And I say, maybe it's time for us to close the deal."

"What deal?" I sigh in frustration, fagged of her womanly eegras and pinch the bridge of my morder, "Please, just come out with it so we can get on with like our brunch together in peace!"

"You know what, forget it!" She abruptly stands up from her seat and brosays her napkin at my plate in anger, "I'm leaving!"

I smot at her in confusion before she huffs, turns and storms out of the restaurant, with like everyone staring after her in both lust and wonderment about why she's so razdraz at me for. I'd like to know so too, but I suppose now's not the best raz to worry over her or us…

I am still very much preoccupied about that new Ludivico-like treatment being performed on the unknown hoodlum whose been recently loveted and caged like a poor malenky bird, O my brothers. I know I have to itty back domy to research more about this news so that I can act accordingly.

I messel these veshches were through, but apparently not. And I've never felt more razdraz.

After tipping the waiter and apologizing for the drama that ensued, I gooly out of the malenky restaurant and shvat odin final smot around the mesto-in hopes I can lovet a blonde haired vixen in a green dress somewhere-but with no luck to be had. I sigh before heading down the street, slowly and still mulling over the new Ludovico news event, trying to figure out why they're still doing that after all this raz, wondering if maybe they're doing this to make Your Humble Narrator come back… Wondering, and wondering, and wondering…

The next I know, I am in front of my parents' apartment complex, O my brothers. I push myself through the glass door and gooly in, heading towards the elevator and push the knopka on the side of it. I wait, imagining the scene of Bonnie from what sloochatted almost a half a hour ago in my rassoodock again and again, until I slooshy a collocoll ring shoom and the elevator doors peeling away from each other to reveal the inside of it…

And right there, bratties, I find Your Humble Narrator staring into dva limpid pools of complete and utter darkness, framed with like eyelashes and pale, pale skin… She straightens herself up and widens her glazzies in surprise before she whispers, "Alex?"

I skorry reposition myself and give her a mischievous malenky grin, "Welly welly welly! What has brought you here, malenky sister? Ittying out for a gooly, perhaps?"

"You're back so early… I thought you would come back this evening…" She trails off, staring at the floor, "Has… Has something happened?"

I slooshy the ringringringing collocoll shoom again and mesto my rook against the door to push them back inside so they won't close on me, "Nothing of the sort. Looks to me like Bonnie decided to ditch Uncle Alex to worry over something else in her jeezny. Nothing to worry about, Riley-dorogoy."

She stares at me with like a frown, "You two had a fight?"

I shake my gulliver with like a malenky smeck, "No no no… Nothing of that sort… Now tell me why you're here."

She smiles gently, "Your parents haven't some milk in the fridge along with other necessities… and I was bored out of my head, so they decide to send me out to explore this town and get their groceries for them."

Ah, real dobby ol' em and pee, always coming up with like the brightest ideas yet. Smots like I am ittying to have a lot of fun with this.

"Uncle Alex would like to come along," I smirk again, holding out a rook towards her, "Shvat my rook and I'll shvat you wherever you need to be!"

She smots at my rook in curiosity, and a blush creeps up her cheeks when she finally takes my rook in hers, O my brothers. I slooshy her squeal a tomtick when I pull her out of the elevator with like brute force, and she accidentally trips a malenky and in result, slams her plott by mistake right into Your Humble Narrator. She has her skinny arms around my tally, her behind somewhat sticking in the air in a very awkward position and her legs buckling in fear. I smot down at her in simple amusement, my own rook coming down to stroke her beautiful drabby brown luscious glory and my other rook resting on odin of her pletcho.

"You quite alright, sister?" I inquire, using my rook on her pletcho to lift her upwards again, "I apologize about that."

She viddies into my glazzies before nodding, "Yes… I'm okay. We should go now."

For some silly reason, I could not dare to let Your Humble Narrator let itty of her… She vons like a very nice, mild scent of roses and clean linen, and she is even more beautiful up close than viddying her far away from me like in our other past moments together. I can actually viddy her cute malenky morder, her rosebud goobers, her reddening and somewhat chubby cheeks, and of course… her infamous black glazzies, O my brothers.

We seem to stand there together, staring into each others glazzies for centuries, before I could slooshy her whispering, "Alex? Are… Are you okay?"

There was me, that is Alex, and I find Your Humble Narrator staring at her a malenky longer before I can feel my goobers forming, very very slowly, into another one of my famous baddiwad grin. I can viddy her glazzies widening in fear and straightening herself up to shvat a step back, but I wouldn't have none of that; I only pull her back in again, her cheek smacking into my chest, and I kopat my fingers into her luscious glory, combing them through and once they reach the ends of her strands… start to pull, O my brothers. I close my glazzies in pleasure when I slooshy her screech in a high brosay in pain.

"Riley, Riley, Riley," I govoreet, combing her luscious glory with like my fingers again in a slow fashion, staring at the chalky white shest in front of Your Humble Narrator, "You don't have a lot of mozggies inside that malenky gulliver of yours, do you? I've been hurting you and embarrassing you so much already in just a tomtick of dva days raz, and here you are still trusting me with like your life… I made your pletcho bleed, I forced you to deal as I smottied at you in the nude… And here I am pulling your luscious glory out of your scalp… You really are a gloopy animal."

I can slooshy her sniffling, holding back razrezzes. I need to viddy them… I need to viddy those razrezzes, maybe some red red krovvy, something… the drat with like Bonnie ookadetted me a tomtick stressed out, and I need a way to defuse it. I again pull at her strands, and she holds in her whimpering, much to my disappointment, and I growl at her darkly before deciding to do something else…

I suddenly brosay her around towards the other shest, and I slam against her with her back rubbing against the shest behind her, and I pin Your Humble Narrator to hold her there. Odin of my leg bends to mesto a kneecap between her legs, and I threateningly push it into her deeper and deeper each second, receiving a blub or a gasp each raz from her. Her litso is now as brick as a real rose, and I've never felt more alive and aroused about it all…

"Tell Uncle Alex, dorogoy," I govoreet, leaning towards her to have my forehead connecting with like her own, "How starry are you? Are you a virgin, dorogoy? Or have you been slutting it up like most other youngish devotchkas at your age?"

I wait for her response, and I can viddy her glazzies closed tightly and her goobers thinned out in utter fear, shivering and shaking and the likes. I wait some more, slowly rubbing my forehead a tomtick on the side now instead of the front of her own, my glazzies never ookadeet her litso, and I push my kneecap even more in between her legs.

"Why do you hate me so much?" She whispers acidly. My eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

I only respond by pushing my knee cap into her some more, and I then bury my litso in her luscious glory, closing my glazzies and enjoying the scent of her freshly cheested luscious glory and placing my goobers near her ooko. She stands absolutely still now, and I can imagine her poor malenky heart stopping itself from beating anymore, in fear that if I were to slooshy it, I would explode in an ultra-violent frenzy and finish her off, O my brothers.

"I don't hate you, Riley-dorogoy," I whisper gently to her ooko, opening my glazzies to smot at her expression to find myself viddying her staring off into space, "Why would you ever think that?"

She doesn't answer back, and I smirk before opening my rot a malenky to mesto them on top of her flesh that is of her shiyah, and I slooshy her gasp and jump a malenky. I only tighten my rooks around her wrists even harder, as if warning her to stay down and quiet, and I nachinat to peet the flesh, nibbling on it with my zoobies every now and then. I can slooshy Riley whimper the more harder I do it, and I only respond back by clenching my zoobies to pull a tomtick of her flesh out a malenky in between them, and slapping the tip of my yahzick on the flesh hungrily, O my brothers.

This itties on for a while before she, once again, surprise Your Humble Narrator by forcefully pushing me away from her successfully, comporting herself upward and holding her shiyah with like her rook and I find myself surprised at her new gromkier goloss, "Don't you ever do that again!"

I smirk at her, turning my gulliver towards the glass doors, "Shall we?"

"I'm not going with you."

"Oh, but you have to, dorogoy," I turn to her again, holding my finger towards her litso and swinging it ookadetted and right, "I don't want to be facing my parents so early this day when they expected me back for this evening only… They'll only kick me back outside again. It's a very weird family rule, but it is what it is… besides…"

I slowly gooly towards her, Riley's glazzies opening in fear and bumping into the shest behind her once again, and I smot down at her with a psychotic grin, "There be a lot of bezoomny lewdies out there willing to rape you and brosay your plott out like a rag doll into the ocean if you itty out there all alone… Let Uncle Alex chasso you."

She stares at malenky ol' me in that defiant way and smot towards the glass door with like razdraz glazzies, "No. I can take care of myself."

I could only stand there and grin downwards at her. She's so cute when she's razdraz.

It sloochatted so skorry; I skvat her malenky shiyah with my rook and tighten it, closing off her airway and she skvats my rook with both of her own, her litso almost turning a lovely shade of purplish-pink, O my brothers. I lift her up a malenky bit, to the point where she's standing on her tippy toes, and I smot at her in simple amusement as she tries to lovet some air into her rot.

"Don't be such a gloopy, silly buffoon," I govoreet in a very synthemesc tone of goloss, "You are coming along with me and that is final. Alright?"

She could only respond my wiggling her legs a malenky tomtick, and I finally let itty of her, making her slide down on the wall with like her rooks around her gorlo to rub it gently as she coughs kashl kashl kashl hoarsely. I turn around and casually gooly over to the glass door, whistling a tune before turning around with like a smile, "Come come come now, Riley dorogoy. The day won't wait for us and the dangerous nochy hours are creeping along if we don't hurry out."

She is sitting on the floor, still rubbing her shiyah, and she smots at Your Humble Narrator with like both confusion and offence. I couldn't help myself, but to of course, wink at her.