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JUST CREEPIN'

AJOURIE WRIGHT
OCTOBER 28th; SATURDAY

"YOU NEED THAT? You need that? You need that?" Jourie repeatedly playfully questioned trying to jump up to bams height in order to put him in a headlock.

"I'm so sick of you, where you even get that shit from." He laughed holding her wrists in order to restrain her.

"You know we got people down stairs right?" She reminded him, but he didn't seem to care. They had caught up with Derek, Daniel and the rest of them.

Bam still felt a certain way about how Pierre handled him earlier when he was doing nothing but trying not to make her feel un-included. So he wasn't even around her, knowing she was down stairs in his back yard.

"So what?" He questioned wrapping his slim arms around her waist, lifting her up and flopping on his old bed. He kissed her on the cheek, and she blushed.

"Can you stop, you don't know personal spaceee." She pretended to act as if he was bothering her, swiveling her head away from him.

"Fuck that." He responded softly, laying his head on her chest. He could admit he loved using her breasts as a pillow. They're weren't small, and they were soft too.

Reaching for his phone in his pocket, he kept his head laid on her chest, unlocking it. Licking his lips, he swiped over to his camera, and started recording out of boredom.

"Jourie."

"Hmm." She muttered back with her eyes closed, bringing her hand up to the back of his head to rub her fingers through his scalp.

"Pop a titty." His voice was so calm she couldn't even decipher if he was for real, or if he even heard him correctly,

She gasped, and her eyes popped open to see he was recording.

A goofy smile took over her face before she reached for the top hem of her corset top pulling one side down slightly.

Once her right boob fell out of her top, Bam bursted into laughter, stopping the video. "You aggy as fuck for actually doin' dat shit, fool." He spoke, coming down from his laughter.

"You said do it, so I did. You better hide that video too." She warned him, but he already knew the drill. They made so many videos before it wasn't funny.

"I gotchu ma, don't trip." He assured her truthfully. He kissed her nipple since it was still hanging out, and her breath caught in her throat.

"You gon' eat it?" She questioned playfully, but he was already a few steps ahead of her with his fingers dipping under the Jean gallery dept mini skirt she was wearing.

"Fasho." He responded running his fingers up her smooth legs.

She started squirming, "I was just playing kamarion, it's too many people here." She was trying to move away from him before she messed around and said forget the people down stairs.

"So what? They outside. And we gon' be quiet right?" He glanced up, locking eyes with her. She nodded slowly, feeling her clit thump in anticipation. "And we gon' be quick right?" He asked another question, but she already knew he was telling her, not asking.

He was just making sure she was on the same page as him.

"Okay den." He muttered once she bit her lip and nodded once again, throwing all caution out the window. Lifting her skirt up, he was happy she had it on since it gave him easier access.

He slid her underwear all the way down and off of her legs before pushing her legs up and apart with no regard. Her back arched against the bed once he dipped his head between her legs.

Bam found him self wildly aroused once he looked up and noticed how desperate she seemed to be, waiting in anticipation for him to start. His eyes drank in the girl as she trailed her hand up, and over the matching jean corset top that matched her skirt, cupping the breast she had just popped.

A'jourie let out a short breath gasp once she felt his soft lips place a kiss on the inside of her thigh. "You so pretty jourie." He couldn't get over her looks as he wrapped his forearms around her legs pulling her closer to his face.

A part of jourie knew it was too risky to be doing what they were doing, but the need for an orgasm was clouding her judgment.  "This shit so pretty." He muttered more so to himself, eyeing her naked center leaking with arousal.

He used to fingers to spread her outer lips apart, showing her clit that had been peaking from out of her vaginal lips.

The boy instantly dove in, and started devouring her pussy. He first flicked his tongue repeatedly over the girls clit quickly pulling out a moan from her.

She reached for the pillow and covered her face to muffle the sounds, knowing she was unable to be quiet with him eating her out. That was one thing she missed about him, he gave her the best head. She never felt this much pleasure with Genesis.

Kamarion stuck his tongue out even more, licking her into a bliss. 

He wrapped his lips around her clit, and sucked faithfully swirling his tongue around the light pink colored bud.

He allowed his hands to reach up, and take over where her hand was holding her boob.

He rolled her hardend nipple between his two finger tips, causing her to cry out in pleasure. "Fuck, don't stop kamarion." She pleaded in pleasure, and he knew he was doing good since she used his government.

He pulled back, and inserted his middle finger in her center. She squirmed , scrunching her face up. "This shit taste so good, jourie." His voice was low, yet still twisting his single finger.

He inserted another finger and she moaned his name but he clamped his lips back around her clit and sucked it.

Jouries eyes rolled in the back of her head, and he enjoyed how fulfilling her pleasure felt to him.

He curved his fingers and she let out a soft whimper. "Shittt...bam I'm cumming." She warned him softly, moving the pillow so he could hear her.

She felt herself reach a level of ecstasy, and he hummed against her core. Fastening the pace of his fingers, he continued to hit at her spot, and she tried to move away as her walls gripped tightly around his fingers.

"Fuckkk." She cried out releasing the pit in her stomach and he slurped up all the natural juices she was leaking.

"Mmmm," she moaned out coming down from her sexual high as he removed his fingers.

"One more." He promised her.

"Huh?" She questioned but before she could continue he pulled her on top of him, mounting his face. "Ouuu fuck." She whined since he wasted no time dragging his tongue from her entrance up to her clit before sucking on the now sensitive bud.

He moved his tongue in circles, before groaning against her core sending vibrations through her body. Her mouth fell agape at the nonstop pleasure.

Reaching her hand down; she gripped his locs and used her other hand before she slowly started grinding her body on his face. "Don't stop baby." She breathed out.

"Mmm fuck," she muttered starting to speed up. "Sexy ass." She mumbled under her breath, feeling the sweat beads gathering on her forehead.

His eyes almost crossed at the way she was talking to him.

"Oh my goshhh," she cried out, feeling her self on the verge of coming already. He was devouring her and she was failing terribly at being quiet.

Her legs felt so weak and wobbly from the first orgasm that she could barely hold her self up. He wrapped her arms around her waist holding her fighting in place over his face.

"Kamarion, shit baby. I'm cumming!" She gasped, caught off guard by the immense amount of pleasure rushing though her entire body.

Her legs shook excessively as he moved his tongue in circles underneath her clit. With each moan that left her mouth, he groaned in pleasure from his effect on her.

"Fuckkkk," she breathed out reaching her second orgasm, but she couldn't even focus noticing he was still going. "Please let me go, I'm done. I can't take it." She begged causing him to smirk.

Reluctantly he let her go, and she fell off of him to the side.

"Thank you, baby," she muttered with her eyes fluttering closed. She didn't know if she was thanking him for the orgasms, or letting her go because she couldn't take it anymore.

Both would suffice though.

Licking his lips he sat up, removing his shirt to switch it for a gallery dept shirt. "You welcome ma, now get up and come to bathroom so I'ca help you clean up."

He seemed to be full of energy while she was completely drained and out of it.

"Just give me a second kamarion. You aggy as fuck for that." She fussed with her eyes closed, and her eyebrows scrunched up.

"Aight you got that." He laughed at her laying there out of breath as if she did all the work.

TEN MINUTES LATER the duo refreshed themselves, bam helped her clean up and brushed his teeth before putting on a new shirt with his outfit.

After that, they eventually made their way down stairs heading towards the back where everyone decided to disperse to , due to kamarias no Pierre rule.

Bam swore his mom was so petty, but she was the woman of the house, and even if she wasn't Samir didn't like her either so it would be the same result.

"Girl you caking up on the phone." A'jourie joked once they got to the bottom and seen Samaria coddled up on the phone sitting on the couch.

"Hoe mind your business, ain't nobody caked up. And wasn't you jus caked up wit my brother or no?" She responded with her phone in her face and her left airpod occupying her ear.

"Girl please," jourie rolled her eyes at her god-sister.

"Come outside." Bam muttered looking at his younger sister.

He got slightly side tracked when he looked down at jourie reaching in her Marc jacobs cross body purse for her lip gloss. With her skirt and the matching corset top that stopped above her naval, it gave a perfect view of the dip in the arch of her back.

She was rocking the matching outfit with a pair of Rick owens, and her curly hair in a rubber band style.

"Eyes right here brother." Samaria snapped her fingers three times after noticing the look he was giving jourie. "Didn't y'all just get it in? Keep it in your pants." She rolled her eyes.

"You don't know what the fuck we did lil girl, stay in a child's place." He muttered, but still reached pulling her up to her feet so she could go outside with them.

"How I'm a lil girl, but me and yo girl the same age..." she side eyed him, and he smacked his teeth.

"I would get into all dat, but jourie might get mad at me."
He smirked and Samaria groaned rolling her eyes.

"You just like daddy, I already got a dad, bitch. Stay in a brothers place." She put her palm in his face before reaching down for jouries wrist pulling her away from bam.

Jourie giggled slightly, tugging the bottom of her skirt that was riding up her thick thighs every step she took. Bam loved stuff like that. It was the only reason he loved when she wore skirts.

Sliding the glass door open, they were smacked in the face with the central heat. It was supposed to be cooling off but the temperature hadn't changed yet.

"Oh there y'all go, I was just finna come see about y'all." Kamaria spoke first, sitting in Samirs lap with his arm wrapped securely around her. "Samaria come here." She instructed.

Samaria glanced at jourie and bam, before walking over to the table taking a seat next to her.

Pierre was seated at a table all by herself, by choice, but doobie was soaking in the vibes of being around NBA stars, plus kymani who was the only one remotely around his age.

"Do you wanna sit with Pierre?" Jourie questioned genuinely. She didn't know how to feel about Pierre. She knew they had gotten close during the time her and bam weren't on good terms. Bam even took the extra step to inform her about the short amount of time where they talked—but he explained why it just wouldn't work out and how Pierre understood.

She never had to worrry about bam and female friends, so she didn't know how to go about Pierre. Especially now that it was uncovered they were blood related.

"If you want to, I'm not feeling her right now." He admitted, causing her to furrow her eyebrows. He felt he was being a little dramatic when it came to their tiny argument but he felt no reason for her to act the way she did towards him, especially when he was a good friend to her regardless of everything.

"Okay let's sit wit dem then." She shrugged. He smiled, appreciating the way she handled things. Walking to the table, bam sat down, but before she could do the same he pulled her in his lap.

She wasn't used to showing actual public affection and especially in front of their parents. Before, they barely spoke a few words around each other, but that wasn't the case anymore and bam was making sure of it.

Kamaria side eyed them sightly, but reminded herself to ask later. Samir already knew, so he didn't even bat an eyelash at the act.

The two didn't even notice Pierre fuming as she realized the "girl" bam was referring to was jourie. She couldn't believe it.

"So jayjay, what were you saying your sons name was again." Kamaria continued talk to her favorite that wasn't her favorite. She loved all of them but of corse Derek and jayjay got just a tiny bit of favoritism.

"Lil bit stop trynna act like youn know my son. His name keshaun. I wanted him to be a junior, but it's aight. Why?" Jayjay licked his lips running his fingers though his soft curls.

That was one thing she loved about jayjay. He had the smoothest Caramel complexion, and a baby face, but his curls would have you thinking he was mixed with a different ethnicity.

"My daughter know a boy named Keshaun. That's his name right?" She questioned looking at her middle child.

Samaria was like a carbon copy of her . She was a middle child just like her, they shared the same features, and they acted alike. Kamaria liked to say her daughter had been there before in another lifetime and she had a old soul.

That being said, she could read her like an open book.

"Yeah actually. How old is he?" Samaria questioned softly.

"Nineteen." He responded causing the girl to grow curious with where this was going.

"Oh okay, just wondering." Kamaria nodded going silent, she knew it would get under Samarias skin. Which it did.

"Can I see a picture of your son?" Maria questioned reluctantly, falling into her mothers trap. Samaria was smart, but her mother was just too smart for her.

"Yeah Fasho, you want me to call him?" Jayjay was oblivious, but starting to suspect something. Just like everybody else was starting to catch on.

Samaria smiled, and nodded her head.

"That's that nigga she fuck wit, ain't it." Bam pulled jourie closer to her so he was able to speak into her ear.

"What Nigga she fucking wit?" Jourie played dumb. Bam let her too, he wasn't stupid. He wasn't new to what Samaria was doing by hiding who she was with, he had plenty experience and he'd been seeing the signs lately.

"So who daughter is this?" Daniel questioned looking at jourie.

He was aquatinted with kamaria and Samirs friends and family, but he was couldn't remember whose child was who after not seeing them in so long.

"That's Kourtney and zayden daughter. A'jourie." Samir answered, his eyes penetrating bam.

"Y'all together?" Isaiah pointed between them.

"No..." A'jourie replied softly, pinching at the skin on her thigh.

"Y'all not? Damn I thought y'all was. Y'all matching and shit." Derek pointed out since bam had on a gallery dept shirt and she was wearing gallery dept skirt.

"We basically is." Kamarion muttered. He had a problem with getting in his feelings about certain things, and jourie saying no was a prime example.

They weren't together, but he still felt some type of way. He swore she pulled the cry baby out of him.

"They basically are." Kamaria co-signed causing bam to smile.

Doobie smirked and glanced at his sister who was already staring. Because he heard her conversation with her friend earlier, he was already up on game. He could tell it was getting under her skin.

"Come sit over here sissy. Why you so far." Doobie blinked his eyes, and Pierre's gaze averted to her little brother.

She had no problem standing up, and walking over there to remind bam that she was there. He hadn't even greeted her, and she felt some type of way about it, of course.

"I was just waiting on uncle isaiah to take me home," she announced pulling the seat next to bam and jourie and taking a seat.

She instantly felt under dressed in her jeans and halter top, glancing at jourie who had on a skin tight two piece that emphasized her curves, her expensive shoes, her hair  done, and her face looking shiny and moisturized.

The way kamarions hand caressed her thigh had Pierre's stomach bubbling with envy.

She studied jourie closely, and shamelessly started comparing herself to her again. Realizing that was the type of girl bam liked.

"You want me to drop you off at home Pierre. I can take you and come back." Isaiah offered not wanting his niece to feel uncomfortable the whole time.

He wanted to catch up but he didn't mind taking her home if that was what was needed.

"No it's fine uncle isaiah. At least I have my friend here now." She referred to when him and jourie disappeared for forty five minutes. She didn't think much of it because Samaria was gone too, but it made sense now.

Jourie glanced at Samaria who was smiling texting on her phone, and wondered what that was about.

"Right bam?" Pierre looked directly into his eyes, and he only nodded before looking away.

"Okay then..." kamaria muttered.

Ten minutes later all of them had dispersed, and kymani connected his phone to the speakers to the house playing music from his playlist.

Samaria had went back inside to get on the phone. The adults chopped it up together, and kymani, doobie and Pierre seemed to be talking with each other while bam and jourie sat by the pool.

Jourie had her phone in her hand recording herself, and he reached over turning her hand so he would be in it too.

"Boy, you just had to make yo presence known." She playfully rolled her eyes.

"Mhm," he muttered no where near ashamed by his actions.

The girl was moving side to side to the best of her ability , the music playing in the back. She wanted to get up but bam already stopped her. Claiming her skirt rode up her thighs too much.

"I was some sour cream and Funyuns. That sound so good right now." Jourie muttered softly, leaning her head to lay on his shoulder.

He scrunched his face up. "That's nasty ma." He muttered causing her to giggle.

"No it's not. People eat it all the time. Can you get me some?" She questioned and he shrugged.

"If that's what you want." He replied making her smile.

Thank gabby for paying me five dollars for this guys.

Jourie such a baddie, I love writing about her and her outfits.

Thoughts and predictions?

MYA OUT🫡