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welcome to the adventure!

This is the interesting tale of Evander Nash. He's an idiot, he's a douchebag, and shallow to the core. Given these, Evander is just a man you can't help but love. If he was a real guy, I'm sure I would be friends with him, just for the sheer fact that he keeps life interesting.

But to be on the honest side, this story is Mature. Sex is a concept discussed a lot in the story (he cusses a lot too), so that is my reason for rating it so.

In the beginning chapters, a lot Evander-ese slang is used, but it will bleed out in the later chapters as he begins to acclimate into Japanese society. It's put in the story to show just how culture shock is messing with him.

Another thing, though I will clue you into the pairing early, don't expect it to come into fruitition too quickly. Lol, that's just not his style.

And for the Protocol:

word count: 2,333 (the chapters will be longer)

[I do not own any KHR characters]
I claim all rights to the OC Evander Nash and the concepts behind his dad Nathan Nash.

Please give thank your to Ausumist and Kyoasaurus.
They will be my betas for this series.

enjoy
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Prolougue: Evander Nash's Great Australian Threesome

What was once a cold night in the Great Australian Outback is now a calm morning breaking dawn in Sydney. Gentle rays of light beam across the sky like shields against the darkness of the fading night. The sun rises higher, and the shields get stronger, eventually growing enough to shine their protection down upon a young man that is doing what he does best—making women feel amazing.

With one hand, the caramel-skinned boy thrusts inside one girl as his mouth lightly sucks on another's clit. Both are slightly squirming to his very experienced hands and mouth, but try to stay put has he hits their favorite spots just right. Then, the dirty blonde haired switches sides, letting his hand slide inside the girl he was just licking as his mouth starts to lay small bites on the other girl's lips. Moans escapes and the boy's doodle gets fatter; he loves knowing how good he's doing. Then again, these two are his favorite girls. No two can play dirtier than these two to do.

[BARK, BARK, BARK, BARK]

Hmm, my phone is already sounding the alarm. I know what that means: time to let my bitches go. Though I am having fun treating these two for the amazing going away threesome, I officially have other shit to do. So my mouth slowly pulls away, letting my black sex goddess of a girl, Amanda, twitch one last time to my tongue executes its final trace against her beautiful opening. There are very few African girls I've ever been attracted to, but this girl has an amazing body as well as hips that can make a man's doodle melt. The girl is a good root. Amanda pants a few more times as I let my tongue do a few final licks against Lecia's ivory puss one last time too.

These two have been my main call to play nudy games with for god knows how long. Deadset: they're both beauts, tested clean, and like fucking each other as much as they like fucking me. Hell, there have been times where they've just left me hanging as they get engrossed with playing with each other, but a man knows better than to interrupt something as godly two girls pashing on each other while shoving their hands inside one another.

I smile at the memories. Ah, these two… I'm guessing they both see the smile, cause the two call me out as I'm wiping their sweetness off my jaw:

Amanda looks down at me with a confused expression, "Vandy? Why did you stop?" Ah, she's giving me that lusty pout she pulls on me when she wants to fuck.

Lecia sits herself up, "Yeah, don't stop now…. I was getting close." I give her a smirk, loving how honest she always is to her pleasure. So sexy.

I let out a sigh and raise my eyebrows, shifting them into a position that makes my expression more earnest, "Lecia, Amanda. I love you both very dearly, and I love pleasing you more, but the dog has barked. You know what that means."

They both look at each other with pouted lips as they begin to kiss and touch each other to try and coerce me back into our play. I've let them think this works plenty, but will not today. It's my last day home, and it will be spent only with my favorite bastards; girls I fuck are not bastards, they're only girls I fuck.

Still lying on the bed, I crawl up to their faces, gently pushing their bodies away from one another to lightly reveal their failure. Before their egos can be crushed by it, my hands instinctively cup each of their faces, kissing Lecia in a gentle way before doing the exact same for Amanda. The trick to having two girls is to never forget to be fair. Never.

"Ladies, don't do this to me. You know I'd love to continue this further, but my cousin is in Japan and he's waiting for me to come and help him out in his time of need. I can't deny my flesh and blood my help. You understand, right?"

My intense stare shifts between the girls, watching them crumble to my cousin's false emergency. As I do slightly feel bad for using him to lie, I figure that I will cone home and visit eventually. I can just take this 'emergency' to make a beautiful and epic tale for them about how I helped the guy through everything; they'll bang me so well for it. This cousin better understand that I put his ass before amazing sex. He must.

They both answer at the same time, "Yeah… I guess." Those two are so on the same wavelength, I'm going to miss that too.

Even clothed, these two are relentless.

With Lecia pressing herself against my back and Amanda pressed against my chest, running her hand down past my boxers, my head tilts back a little with lips pursing. The two kiss and lick on my bare torso and back; my tongue trails across my upper lip, wanting to just rip them both out of those clothes they were wearing last night at the party, and are now wearing to leave.

Gah, not the time—the dog barked.

I slide out of in between them; "Hey, hey. Now that's not fair beauts. You know how much I can't deny your two sexy selves." I walk over to my side table that sits next to the bed.

Lecia sly responds, "We had to at least try one more time. Who knows if we will find another Vandy."

Amanda adds, "We're going to miss you."

I cock a brow, knowing that it's my doodle they will miss, not me. My hand pulls out the deep drawer in the side table, grabbing two small and white boxes that have "Plan B" printed on them in italics. I may be a root rat, but I'm not stupid. There's no way I'm leaving room for any little Nashes to be popping out of women's vaginas any time soon. Smart blokes always use two forms of protection.

"I know you will ladies, but a man has to do what a man has to do." I walk over to the two who are sitting on the edge of the bed, "Here you go beauts," and hand them each a box for their body's protection against my soldiers.

Of course they know the drill, grabbing the boxes as they start leaving my room. At the door I instinctively stop the clumsy one, Lecia, pulling her back one moment to tuck the tag from her shirt in and twist her skirt right. She's not the type who can recover so quickly after having fun, but is the type to get embarrassed over silly things like fashion taboos; it's a small duty to help her out like this. I check Amanda out once more too. Just like always, that one has herself together and ready to go.

Lecia gives me a cute smirk, "Thanks Vandy; what am I gonna do when you leave?"

I laugh, "Tell Amanda to make sure you look alright."

She rolls those hazel eyes of hers and retorts, "We'll see how that works out."

It's a hop, a skip, and a jump that leads us three down the stairs of this colonial styled home formally known as the Nash residence. Inside the white house that is mostly covered in dark, hardwood floors, my hands rest comfortably around the girls' waists as I show them to door for the sake of keeping precedence. To them, it isn't necessary that I do this, and they've even told me so. But personal conviction says that even if you don't give two shits about a woman, you still treat her kindly. So just as the two are only things to pass the time, I'd never let them feel like that.

We start to pass through the kitchen, heading to the back door in here that will lead them to Amanda's car. Another personal rule is for the girls to never park in front of the house. The things we do are back door, so the neighbors or friends that could possibly drive by the house shall not see their cars. I don't need or want the drama. Plus, Amanda and Lecia are not the only girls I see in this fashion; I don't need all my special friends finding out about each other. That would be a large meeting that I would not want to attend.

Amanda and Lecia see dad at the kitchen table enjoying some breakfast, and the both say on cue, "Good morning Mr. Nash."

Dad eyes them with his honey brown eyes and nods; "Morning girls. I thought I told you to just call me Nathan."

Dad's husky voice makes them blush lightly as they smile and agree to call him Nathan. Of course, they would never know that Dad probably doesn't even remember their names, much less remember how many times he's told them that. Dad is a man that all my girls would probably bang the hell out of if they got the chance; too bad he only bangs woman in there 30s—with a preference of widowers. Yes, my dad is a man that makes women in their worst state feel good.

Now at the door, the two give me final hugs and kisses, reiterating how much they'll miss me. I smile and do the same, fueling their need to be loved and desired by me. It is a bit of an arrogant thought to believe this about Amanda and Lecia, but why else would they fuck me and only me for the past year and a half? Hell, those two even tell me they love me, just like they did right now:

"We love you Vandy." They both give me cute smiles, eyes looking somewhat glassy.

"Love you too girls, hooroo." I pull their heads in close and kiss them both on their foreheads.

The door shuts and my hand runs through my scalp, giving it a light scratch as I remember that I need a shower. Those two always make me work up a serious sweat. My feet lightly sound against the kitchen's tile floor as I start to head back upstairs for a shower, packing, and cleaning up the room. Almost out of the room and hand scratching around the doodle, my dad beckons me holding his cup of coffee:

"So how many more times am I going to have to see this? You're leaving tomorrow, and I'd like to have one day where girls aren't parading around my house with teary eyes, telling you to how much they're going to miss you." He gives me an expectant look while taking a sip.

I rub my jaw, wondering if mine will be as sexy as his when I'm older, "Don't worry, Amanda and Lecia are the last ones; they are the only two I kinda had feelings for."

Putting the cup down, he counters, "Wow. Those two have names?"
Yeah… there's that many.

"Well, they've been around for a year and a half, so yeah, they get names." They're the only two that I've ever called by their names to him.

Then he gets serious, "Are you at least using protection of some sort?"

I crack a smile. "Of course I am. You think I'm fucking dipshit or something?"

"Well, to dob you in, people have things called STDs, and they can either make your life hell or kill you." He takes a bite of his pancakes.

I smile again and rub my forehead, "Dude, of course I know. I use condoms and spermicide for them all except Amanda and Lecia; they get plan b and spermicide cause they get tested for me."

Now when I say I'm serious about not having kids, I really mean it. I have no desire to mess with little kids yet, but I also don't to take the chance carking it and leaving them behind like my mom did to me. Yeah, I think it's the fact that I can't stand kids—I take that back—I can't stand boys. They're little shits usually. Little girls aren't so bad.

Dad only shakes his head to our talk on women, "Whatever."

I'm not too sure if that was the bad shake or good shake. Eh, who cares? I watch Dad start swishing his fork around his plate to gather another bite and think about what a busy week it has been. Though my back door encounters with my women isn't anything new to Dad, he always brings up the STD shit when the amount of sex traffic that runs through my room spikes to higher levels than usual. But what can I say: my doodle is hot commodity. I make em' scream louder than an axe murderer could.

He takes another bite and swallows it before saying more, "Are you packed and ready to leave tomorrow?"

I scratch my stomach lightly while letting out a light yawn, "I'm off to do that right after a shower. I imagine I'm wafting something amazing about now."

Dad chuckles slightly, grinning like a shot fox, "How did I get such a bludger for a son."

I gasp, acting appalled; "You're messed up. I'm going upstairs."

I'm not that lazy—not enough to be called a bludger anyways. Off to the stairs, I shrug off the slander, no longer caring since I have better things to do. Today is all about drinking some coldies with my favorite bastards, cause tomorrow I will be leaving the Great Australian fuck it all in search of Hayato Gokudera. He better know some hot girls, cause this doodle of mine won't fuck itself.

Aussie lingo:

Doodle - if you hand't figured it out, it's his pee pee, yo (lol, it will ALWAYS be referred to as this by him. It's his thing)

Nudy - nude (obviously)

Deadset - true/the truth

Pash(ing) - long, passionate kiss

Beauts - beauty

Hooroo - goodbye

Dob (someone in) - to inform someone of something

Bludger - lazy person/someone who constantly relies on others

Coldie - beer (yum)