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JUST CREEPIN'

KAMARION MONTGOMERY
SEPTEMBER 23rd; SATURDAY

A'JOURIE HISSED AT the feeling of the boy entering her in their new position, before she dropped her head forward resting her forehead on his shoulder blade.

He currently had her pinned up against his room wall with her legs folded over his forearms, mercilessly pounding into her whilst holding her up at the same time.

He had never said it out loud, but sex was one of the many factors that had him in love with the girl falling at her feet. Before he started having sex with her, he didn't even really get the hype about sex—but all that changed after their first time.

He also loved how she was willing to do anything in the bedroom. They tried all different types of positions and he helped her get comfortable with knowing what she liked during sex.

Looking at her you would've never thought she was as freaky as she was, but she had done it all.

"Fuck—its to deep." She unwrapped one of her arms from around his neck, and placed her soft palm on his chest in attempt to get him to slow down.

He ran his tongue over his bottom row of teeth, holding his groans back. They were trying not to be too loud, because his little sister and little brother were home somewhere, but she made it entirely hard.

The way she used her muscles to squeeze around his dick had him in a choke hold. "Mhm, just like dat." He let her know she was doing just what he wanted her to do.

He hoisted her up gaining a better grip, before he pounded into her harder than before. "Cream on my dick, ma." He encouraged her — wanting her to get one more orgasm before he got his.

He knew it was coming, so he showed no remorse.

Her body jerked up and down against the wall as he placed soft kisses on her collarbone, and the possessive side of him started sucking on her chest, wanting to leave his mark.

"Ouuu right there," she whined as his erection jabbed at her g-spot repeatedly, bringing tears to her eyes. "I feel it." She informed him, closing her eyes shut tight.

Her mouth fell agape when her orgasm ripped through her, and her body shook aggressively and intensely. "Fuckkk," she dragged out trying to grip something but he had on no clothes so she ended up scratching his shoulders.

It was fine with him though, because in his mind she was leaving her mark. He was so delusional over her, it wasn't even funny, but it was whatever. No one could tell him nothing about A'jourie wright.

"Ahhh shh—" he cut him self off releasing his semen into her, holding her body tightly into him so that she received everything.

He held up her for another moment, breathing heavily. They had been going at it for at least an hour now, and they were extremely tired and sweaty now.

Saturdays had to be his favorite day of the week. A'jourie stayed over every weekend, but his parents kamaria and Samir always used Saturdays to get out the house for couple time. They always went and did all type of things, so they they could have alone time and bond.

Then sundays were family day.

So basically, it was also the day he could spend with jourie doing what ever they wanted as well. It used to be better when they were together, because she actually put effort into it, but now most of the time they just fucked before she sent him on his way.

"Alright, put me the fuck down." Jourie pulled him from his thoughts. He had almost forgotten that he was still holding her body up in the air.

He carefully removed himself from out of her, and placed her down while she moved around him, snatching her clothes up. "What the fuck did I do now jourie?" He could tell she had an attitude with him.

"How many times I gotta tell you to stop fucking nutting in me? Imma start making you wear condoms." She spat, and his entire mood changed.

"You got me fucked up." He sized her up and down, letting his eyes follow her as she maneuvered around. Her body was so pretty to him, along with the beautiful facial features she sported. She had her parents to thank for that.

"Come on jourie. Whatchu trippin for , you on birth control." He tried to step closer to her, but she ignored him sliding her underwear back on. She needed to go shower.

"So? That doesn't mean you can just nut in me all the time—and it's not 100 percent affective. I mean let's be real, you were conceived while lil bit was on BC." She reminded him.

He was so tired of her throwing that in his face. He knew she was right, but he hated being the living proof. He knew his parents loved him, but they definitely weren't expecting him.

"Aight I'm sorry, but I'm not strappin up ion care." He shook his head pulling his basketball shorts back up.

A'jourie was the only girl he had ever had raw sex with. She even made him get tested before their first time having sex. She knew the boy wasn't promiscuous but she wasn't taking any chances.

Regardless, his point was he wasn't wearing a condom with her, he didn't care at all.

"Whatever, you better start doin what I say then. Bye bam." She opened his door to leave his room.

"Aye man, I'm not gone say it again stop calling me that." He called out, but it fell upon deaf ears as she closed his door behind her leaving his room to take a shower.

"I'm so sick of this girl man." He spoke to himself. At this point he knew she was playing with him, but he always made excuses for her because he felt like he put himself in the position he was in.

Jourie was just like her mother. You messed up once, and it took for ever to gain her trust back, even if you did. As the days went on, she cared less.

She used to have a glint in her eyes everytime she laid them on him, but now it was like she looked at him with hurt now. He wished he could go back and change what he did.

He had issues with her wanting to hide him, but cheating wasn't the answer, he just didn't expect to get caught. That wasn't an excuse, but he swore he never wanted to hurt the girl intentionally—now he was paying for his mistakes and it was eating away at him.

An hour later, the boy had showered and was now lounging in his room on his bed. He would've preferred jourie to be with him like every other weekend, but because of her fight with Shanell the previous day she wasn't feeling him.

He wanted to call and curse the girl out, but she didn't answer his calls because she already knew the deal.

Either way, his parents had got home around fifteen minutes ago anyways. "Kamarion!" His mother shouted like she heard his thoughts.

He huffed, but didn't say anything getting up from his comfortable position. "She always do that." He muttered to himself. It was like she detected when he got comfortable.

Leaving his room, he made it all the way to the other side of the second floor where his parents room were located. He stepped in, seeing his mom standing up—and his dad relaxing on the bed with his ankles crossed—along with his little brother Kymani sitting at the edge of the bed.

"You was comfortable huh," kamaria smirked at her son seeing the agitated look on his face. She loved being a mother to teenagers, she got on their nerves all the time.

He rolled his eyes because like he said, she did it on purpose like he knew.

"What you was doin?" She questioned him as he took a seat on their large California king sized bed. Kamaria kept standing up though.

"I was chillin'." He stretched out his arms above his head.

"Oh okay, type shit." She nodded, and the boys smirked.

"Type." Kymani and kamarion spoke in sync. They thought it was so funny when they taught their parents lingo. Kamaria repeated it more though, Samir just thought she sounded stupid.

"Wassup though ma, I was finna take a nap." Kamarion slouched his shoulders.

Kamaria cleared her throat, and shifted all her weight on her right hip. "What in your right mind possessed you to give Kymani a condom. He just a baby!" She exclaimed feeling light headed all over again.

Kymani was her youngest , and by far the sweetest one. The other ones had attitudes on them, but Kymani was so sweet to everyone. He could put a smile on anyone's face.

She almost passed out when she went in his room to collect his dirty clothes hamper and a un-used condom fell out of one of his pockets.  He was very innocent, and she and Samir liked to call him their miracle baby because she had complications during birth.

He snuck up on them. They swore after Samaria they were done but Samir had other plans.

Kamarions mouth fell agape, "momma i didn't give it to him to use it—he in tenth grade boys that age just be carrying em around to seem cool, so when he asked ian think nothing of it." He immediately explained.

He knew she loved them all so much, and equally, but when it came to exposing Kymani to certain things she drew the line and he knew how she could get. She would go off in a heart beat.

"Kymani, why did you ask your brother for a condom? You having sex?—and kamarion you don't need to have none either!" She fussed at her two sons.

"I'm sorry momma, it wasn't to use. People was making fun of me cause I didn't have none." Kymani shrugged softly, dropping his head.

Kamarion hated getting scolded. He was nineteen, and he could've moved out his parents house, but he had grown comfortable with living with his parents, and the house was so big you barely even knew half the time. Plus it was more convenient when it came to A'jourie.

"I don't even be having sex ma! It's just for in case, I mean you never know. Sahid might need one , one day or something." He lied on his cousin.

His cousin Sahid, also known as his aunt Sarais son was his bestfriend in the entire world. Their parents couldn't get along for the life of them, it had been years since they even spoke—but Sahid only tolerated his mother to a certain extent as well.

Growing up he didn't have the best upbringing due to his biological father being married when he was conceived.

Kamaria may have hated her sister, but her nephew was a different story. She loved him so much, and he was welcome any time. It wasn't until Sahid got a car and was able to drive that he was actually able to go to their house, because his mother never allowed it.

Bam and Sahid were the same age though, bam was only two months older. So they were always in the same grade, and the same setting growing up. They didn't start off close, but around middle school they had a total of five classes together in seventh grade, and became inseparable from then on out.

"He lying like hell." Samir commented, placing his hands behind his head. He had just been laying there observing everything.

"How you know?!" Bam shot back at his father, and Samirs lips twitched.

His father was the most nonchalant person he knew, and he hated it. Samir loved getting people riled up, and then just staring at them like they were crazy.

"You forget I was yo age before? Be real." Samir waved him off, fluttering his eyes closed. He was in need of a nap before him and kamaria went out to dinner later that night.

"Nigga when have you ever in yo life used a condom. I'll wait." Bam looked at his father.

"What ever bam you grown, but don't be enabling that shit to my baby. And you betta not be fucking no lil hood rats in my house either. That shit is so disrespectful." Kamaria frowned feeling her skin crawl.

"Why they gotta be hood rats—ahh!" He moved to the side when an object came flying towards him. Kamaria had threw her shoe at him.

"So you be having mufuckas in my house?" She questioned, stepping closer. "I'm finna get some cameras around this bitch. You getting too comfortable." She fussed some more.

She usually was a chill laid back parent but she had her moments like now when she snapped.

"Girl, calm down." Samir muttered calmly.

"Shut up samir. You never any help." She blew out a breath. "Kymani are you thinking about having sex?" She averted her attention back to his little brother.

His eyes widened a little bit.

"Noooo baby you too young. Stay a baby." She felt her heart ache. She knew Kymani would feel bad, but bam wasn't fazed. She did the exact same thing when he was sixteen and started having sex, and it even worked. Now he knew it was just bull.

"But dad said he lost his virginity when he was fourteen." Kymani pointed out, and she glared at him.

"Aye boy leave me outta dis shit. I told you i lost it at seventeen liar." He accused his youngest son.

"No, you said you lost it at fourteen and then you lost it again to momma at seventeen. That's what you said dad." Kymani repeated what he told him.

"Shut yo ass up!" He fussed throwing a pillow across the bed at Kymani.

"Dad that don't even make sense you can't lose it twice." Bam added trying to switch the subject from him.

"I didn't lose it twice, yo momma the only woman I ever been with. Cross my heart swear to die or what ever y'all be sayin." He continued.

Bam shook his head at his father because there was nothing you could say to convince him otherwise.

"So dad you and momma never took a break or nothing ?" Kymani was curious. Samaria and kamarion probably knew all about their history, from the moment they first met, but Kymani was a little behind.

"Nah." Samir answered rubbing his eyes. "That break shit is for suckers." He shook his head.

"So y'all got together when you was seventeen and she was sixteen and y'all been together ever since..." Kymani trailed off. That was a rare thing to hear in his generation. He was surrounded by relationships but none ever lasted.

"Yeah." Kamaria smiled softly thinking about it. They had been together for over twenty years. Bam wished he could be like them, never in his nineteen years of life had he seen them argue, or anything. Samir fussed at her all the time, but that was just Samir.

"So neither one of y'all neva cheated or nun," bam was curious. He swore they were too perfect for it to be all peaches and cream. He was also trying to make himself feel better about what happened between him and jourie.

"Man hell nah, yall momma don't play that shit, I woulda been kicked to the curb. Fuck I gotta cheat for anyway?" Samir questioned rhetorically.

"I love the energy." Kamaria childishly plopped on her bed that occupied her two sons and her husband.

They had unknowingly put bam into deep thought. He wondered if he really messed up and jourie would never take him back. She had just been using him for sex, and because he loved her he had settled for it , but what if someone else came along and she moved on?

"Okay just ask me anything baby." His mothers voice pulled him from his thoughts, realizing they had been still talking.

"Okay...what's a clit and—ahh hell nah!" Kamaria cut Kymani off, disregarding her statement from earlier.

"Why the hell you wanna know that Kymani!" She fussed feeling disgusted. "I swear the only thing I hate bout being a mom is having kids. Get y'all ass out my room!" She exclaimed shooing them away.

"See that's what happen when you try to be a safe space to them kids, they be taking it to far. I woulda never asked my momma bout no pussy." Samir fussed at her lowly, and she giggled like a little girl.

"You love it here." She was confident about what she was saying.

"Damn right, come here." He bit his bottom lip pulling her body closer to him just in time when their kids closed the door.

"They so nasty." Kymani shivered since he caught the tail of their conversation.

"That's why dad ain't cheat on momma though," he laughed to get under his little brothers skin—not even knowing he was completely right.

The both of them descended the stairs and came around the corner hearing to voices in the kitchen , so they knew it was Samaria and A'jourie.

"Ouuu, he is cute. Yeah you can give him my number." A'jourie squealed to her bestfriend.

Bam immediately frowned. "And who the fuck you talkin bout?" He didn't even try to hide the fact that he heard her.

A'jourie looked up and rolled her eyes. "Here this nigga go." She muttered. "Hey mani." She looked at her younger god brother. She actually did see him like her little brother, he grew up following behind her like a little shadow and she thought it was so cute.

"Hey jourie. This for me?" He questioned not sensing the tension pointing at the grilled cheese.

Samaria pouted, she looked her little brother. The poor boy was so oblivious , but he was adorable to everyone.

Both Samaria and Kymani had their mothers skin tone, but them of them their dads facial features, so they all looked alike—but Kymani and Samaria looked alike the most because kamarion had Samirs whole face and his skin tone.

"Yes you can have it boo." She pushed the small glass plate in front of him, and he smiled picking it up. He picked up the first half taking out bite out of it.

"Who the fuck you was talm bout though jourie?" Kamarion wasn't dropping the conversation.

She rolled her eyes. "Stop trynna check for me damn, I was talking about a damn puppy." She replied picking her phone up.

"So how you gone get his number then." He called her bluff.

"Boy I'm talking about the nigga that's selling it. Mind your business. You grow more unattractive everyday acting like that." She muttered to herself picking her phone up. "Let's go make tiktoks Samaria." She got up not wanting to be in his presence.

He watched her walk away, and shook his head. "Fuck it imma jus go chill wit Sahid." He shrugged her off, starting off to his room to get his keys.

Mannn if y'all gone bringing up them being god siblings just exit left cs ion care🫤 y'all did the same things wit kamaria and Samir

Thoughts and predictions?

MYA OUT🫡