NEW CHARACTER DYNASTY IN THE MEDIA.

DEJUAN

"My babies sleep." I say, smirking at Mia. The only people here at my parents house is Chevy, Cèlina Holland, Emory, us, and Reshawd. Shawd on punishment and my parents got guards standing outside his door so he definitely ain't going nowhere.

My dad swung by and picked Keyair and Naly up and couple of hours ago and the twins left with Jaylen and Eric. Heaven extra single, depressed self went with my dad cause she didn't have anything else to do no way.

"Okay, why you telling me the babies are sleep?" she asks, pointing at Summer and Juanye'. "Don't play dumb, you know what I'm saying." I say. "No I don't." she says. I stand then pull my boxers down. "Figured it out yet?" I ask, smirking. She laughs. "I think you became a sex addict. Quit, I'm not doing that infront of my kids." she says. "Duh, I seen my parents doing it so many times and they didn't even stop when I walked in. I'm scarred for life, trust me, I ain't doing that to my kids." I say, making her laugh.

"Well, I don't know what to tell you. We are not having a closet quickie, you still haven't told your mom how you got spėrm all over her new red bottoms she left in there." she says.

"Do not tell her, she'll shoot me and my pops will merk me for doing it in his closet." I say, laughing. Even though I'm grown, my dad do not want us fucking in his house. He don't think people know, but it's clear as day he has trouble adjusting to us being grown and not needing him as much. He just won't admit to it but we all know what it is.

"Man, whatever. I'm not in the mood. I gave you some a couple of nights ago." she whines. I narrow my eyes at her. "That's why I be cheating, you don't ever wanna satisfy me." I mumble "What you just say to me?" she asks. "I said I love you but you getting on my nerves acting like an eighty year old woman who can't get wet no more. Come on, baby, we young, this the time we need to be fucking. Please." I beg.

I'm trying so hard to not have sex with one of these island hoes cause they beyond freaky but Mia making it hard. She act like I got some type of disease, she hardly touches me. "See, this how we ended up with kids so young. I don't wanna get pregnant, you don't use condoms and you know that." she says. "My family ain't complete till I say it is so if I wanna bust twenty more nuts inside of you, imma do it regardless. I ain't even trying to knock you up tonight, Mia, please. Just let me put the tip in." I say.

She falls out laughing. "What in the world, DJ? Do I look like a lil thirteen year old girl being persuaded into having sex? You and me both know you ain't just finna put the tip in and stop, boy quit playing." she says. "Cause you gone be begging me to put more in." I say.

She shakes her head. "Can I just give you head? I don't feel like it." she mumbles. It's no secret that we been trading head since we were kids, I ain't ashamed of it. My tongue only been on her and as far as I know, hers only been on me.

"That ain't gone cut it, Mia. That's being lazy." I say. She sighs. "Fine, DJ, dang, but you only get two minutes and that's it." she sternly says. I shake my head. The stuff she does is so dumb. "Whatever. Come here, I got an idea." I say, pulling her out the room by her hand. I look both ways, making sure the coast is clear then run across the hall to ma and daddy's room.

I open the door then close it. Her eyes widen. "Dang, their room is nice. They got a mini strip club in here." she says, laughing. It's true. They got a gold stripper pole in the center of the floor and got a bar in the side of the room.

"Where it's at?" I mumble, searching through the drawer for his weed stash. I grab the small box then pull out a pre rolled blunt he got rolled in gold papers.

I light it then put it in my mouth. "Dang, DJ, your dad gone kill you. I don't want no parts of it, man. Why we in their room?" she panics,watching me go through his closet, searching for his duffel bag of money he got in here for nothing in particular. I grab it then sit on the bed with it next to me while I smoke the blunt. My daddy be having the best weed on the earth, I used to stay stealing weed from him when I was a kid, he used to beat the mess out of me for it.

"You wanna hit?" I ask, extending the blunt to her and laughing. "Hell naw, why you just rob your dad for weed and money? DJ, chill, put it back." she says. I clap my hands to turn the lights off. I reach over and turn on the strobe lights that direct to the stripper pole. "Strip." I say, opening the bag of money.

Her eyes widen. "You cannot be serious, your parents are freaks." she mumbles as R. Kelly's song Echo starts randomly playing throughout the room.

"They really are, especially my dad, look at the shit he be buying her, his name on the receipt. I saw it yesterday." I say, walking in the closet. I grab a red box with a bow on top then walk back in the room. I open it then show her the diffrent expensive dıldos and custom lingerie. She laughs. "Gross. But whatever. I'm not getting on the pole." she says.

I go put the box back then walk to the pole. "Ass fat, yeah, I know." I rap, playing like I'm stripping and spinning around the pole for her. She busts out laughing.

"See, if I can do it, you can. Go ahead, take your clothes off. They ain't coming home till later." I say. "Don't they have cameras everywhere? I learned that your dad loves technology and building strange shit... so, do they?" she mumbles, looking around.

"No." I lie. She grins then takes her clothes off, leaving her in her thong and bra. She grabs the pole then spins around on it. She slides down then bends over making it clap for me. I open the bag of money then throw a couple of hundreds on her. She laughs then spreads her legs, holding the pole. I put the blunt in my mouth then walk over to her. I get behind her while she dances on me, still holding the pole while I make hundreds rain on her.

I push her against the pole then stuff a couple hundreds in her bra. She laughs while I kiss on her neck and grind on her from behind. "Grab the pole and bend over." I instruct. She does it. I pull her panties aside then pull my pants and boxers down. I slide into her from the back.

The door opens up. "Having fun nigga?" my dad's voice booms throughout the room. Mia's eyes widen. I drop her. "My bad, Mia." I say. I was holding her against the pole. Both of us quickly put our clothes on any kind of way. I messed around and put my pants on backwards and shit.

My dad and mom walk in the room glaring at me. "You stole my weed, you stole my money, now yall in my fucking room on our gotdamn pole fucking? Really, DJ?" my dad growls at me, then punches me in my jaw, making me stumble back a little. I put it on everything he be making me feel like a kid again when he pissed.

My mom folds her arms across her chest. "I just want yall to know that we do all types of nasty shit with each other on that pole and I haven't cleaned it yet so congratulations, you all just handled your business on something covered in me and your daddy's sex." ma straight up says, making my stomach turn.

"I'm so sorry." Mia says. My dad's phone starts ringing, cutting him off. "Clean this bullshit and put my money and weed back, ol pants pocket head ass mothafucka." he snaps, walking out the room answering the phone.

Ma rolls her eyes at us. "Clean our room up, the fuck you waiting for?" she yells at us, then walks out. I look at Mia then bust out laughing as she glares at me. "Shit was on my bucket list, you only live once." I say, in tears laughing my ass off.

PROD

"Wassup, son?" I answer the phone. "Pops, I need to talk to you in person. Me and Prince. We'll catch a flight to Cali tonight." Kwame says. "See, if yall wouldn't have been ignoring my calls, you would've known we temporarily living in Jamaica." I say. "My bad, daddy. That's what we gotta holla at you about, G. Text me the address and what part?" he asks. "Montego Bay." I answer, then hand up. Prince and Kwame distanced themselves from everybody and I plan on knocking they asses out for that when they get here. I wonder what's so important though, he sounded nervous.

RESHAWD

"I be smoking dope shit, that's everyday.
3hunna swole, bitch we be up in the place. Don't care what you say, shit that's everyday. Sosa always with this nigga shit, that's everyday." I rap along to the music coming through my speakers as I dance in front of this girl sitting on my bed.

She laughs. "I listen to a lot of reggae, I don't know American music." she says in a really thick accent. I'm on punishment and my dad got my door heavily guarded but that ain't stopping me. Chevy came in here through my bathroom that connects to the hallway and my room and snuck her in here and told them she was his friend and had to help me study.

The reason I started talking to Dynasty was because Laylani don't give a fuck about me no more. I was blowing her phone up and she kept ignoring me. I went to the hospital to visit her again and the lady at the desk told me that I wasn't allowed to visit and she requested that. She blocked me on all social media and on top of that, she sent me a text calling me out my name, telling me to never talk to her again. It's whatever, main reason I don't mess off with nobody but my family.

"Reshawd, did you hear me? You blacked out, bwoy, you scare me sometimes." she mumbles, crossing her legs in the center of my bed. "Imma do more than scare you if you don't fucking take yo shoes off in my damn bed, imma fucking kill you. You act like you don't have home training, fuck wrong with you?" I snap. Everything about her annoys me sometimes. I guess I'm just used to Laylani irritating, ugly ass acting a certain way.

She rolls her eyes then takes her sandals off. "You need to smoke, you always angry." she says. "Smoke these nuts. Leave me alone." I say, changing the song on my phone.

I roll another blunt then put it to my lips. The door opens. My dad walks in and narrows his eyes at me. I step back, feeling myself about to cry. People don't understand how crazy he is.

"Oh, my Gosh, Prod? Hey, I saw you on the news! You are such a bad man but so handsome. How old are you? I'll be eighteen in three years, you look young so I'm sure you'll wait." she blurts out all in one breath, literally all in my dad's face, centimeters away from being on his dıck.

"Reshawd, who is this lil hot n ready ass child you got in my house and who the fuck let her hot n ready ass in and how the fuck her hot n ready ass get in this gotdamn room if you on punishment?" he calmly asks. "You can punish my hot n ready behind any day, sir." she says, licking her lips and reaching to touch his chest.

He grabs her fingers then twists them until they pop. She falls, screaming and crying. "I'm a grown ass man, lil ass girl. I don't know who raised yo lil hoe ass. I do not play with kids, ain't did that shit since elementary school." he calmly says, still holding and twisting one of her fingers. "Now, I'm fucking up your fingers as your punishment for trying to touch and flirt with a man old enough to be yo daddy, girl I'm twice yo damn age. Since ya momma or whoever ain't disciplining your ass, imma do it for you." he says, then lets go of her pinky finger.

He pulls a rope out his gym shorts pocket. "See, I figured you was in here doing something you ain't had no business doing." he starts. "Daddy, no!" I yell over Dynasty's cries. He laughs then snatches me and Dynasty up then ties us up together. He pulls a thick belt out his other pocket then smiles wide. "Yall wanna act grown together, imma beat yall asses together. And little girl, I don't give a fuck who you tell after this, they can come get some if they want to." he says. I wish I could die. Between her crying and screaming and him standing over us like the devil himself, I don't know which is worse. He folds the belt over then pops it. "Showtime, mothafuckas." he exclaims, then slaps the shit out of my nose with it. Ain't this bout a bitch.

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