Chapter 11 #2
Jalero chuckled, as he was stepping a foot into his pants leg. “Raven, calm down. You acting like you didn’t have my nephew at this age.”
Scratching my head, I had to realize that I was probably the last person to talk. But Jalero was my baby brother, and the last thing I wanted to witness was him having sex.
This was just a reminder of the double standards at that day and time.
I’d gotten pregnant for Jahrein, while sneaking around.
Meanwhile, Jalero was openly fucking grown women, while the men around him were okay with it.
In fact, he did whatever he wanted, with absolutely no boundaries, and Red never batted an eye.
Hell, the fact that he was casually hanging in his older brother’s trap said it all.
They were teaching him all the wrong shit.
“Look, whatever,” I scoffed. “All you muthafuckas is nasty. Vice needs to come shut this muthafucka down, since this is a fucking hoe house!”
“Man, what the fuck?”
Hearing that voice, I whirled around to find Jahrein now standing in the hallway.
“Nigga, ‘bout time,” Jaylen babbled. “This girl been in here acting a damn fool. She done kicked this door off the hinges.”
“What?” Jahrein frowned.
Not giving a fuck, I twisted my neck. “Sure the fuck did.”
Jahrein opened his hands. “What was all that for?”
“Cause she thought that you was back here with one of these hoes,” Jaylen snitched.
Jah dramatically scrunched his face, like the possibility was utterly preposterous. “What would make you think that?”
“I saw all these bitches come in here. And your car was parked outside, so you put two and two together.”
“I had hopped in the car with Jared. Why didn’t you just call my phone?”
“Cause she was trying to catch you in action. Duh, nigga,” Jaylen messily interjected.
“Right,” I agreed. “Cause I’m trying to see why do you love hanging over here. Especially when its more fucking going on than anything.”
“That aint got nothing to do with me,” Jahrein claimed, as the girl that Jalero had been fucking was now squeezing past me.
“Excuse me,” she mumbled, holding her head in obvious shame.
“Shit, you supposed to be a grown ass man, and this is what you choose to surround yourself with. Then you got your fucking baby brother in here fucking these nasty, grown ass hoes.”
Jah shook his head, before his eyes traveled to Jaylen. “This is exactly why I keep telling you to keep his lil’ ass from ‘round here.”
Jaylen leaned his head sideways. “And I keep telling you that keeping him away from here aint gon stop nothing. All them niggas by Red’s house is doing the same shit.
Fucking, robbing, and stealing. So, if he’s gonna be out here in the streets anyway, then I rather him be with me.
I keep him close and show him how this shit is ‘posed to go.”
“And fucking random broads in a trap is something he needs to learn?” I arched a brow.
Jaylen dismissively waved me off. “There you go with that holier than thou bullshit. Your wet behind the ears ass is still trying to figure yourself out, so miss me with the preaching.”
“Aint no preaching,” I denied. “You just a lost cause, so I aint finna waste my breath, going back and forth. And I might don’t have no control over Jalero, but it’s fucked-up that the grown-ups around him can’t teach him shit.
But I bet y’all won’t pull this shit with mine.
I aint raising my sons to be nothing like this.
Cause this is fucking sad and pathetic.”
Once again, Jaylen waved me off, as he headed back to the living room.
Knowing him, he wasn’t engaging simply because it was me.
Because his mouth was lethal and he was downright disrespectful.
Still, although he rarely flexed his muscle, Jahrein was the boss ‘round that muthafucka.
So, I could skate and say whatever I wanted. And we all knew that.
Jalero came tipping out the room, trying to avoid eye contact.
“Say, you better get ready to head home. It’s a school night, nigga,” Jahrein ordered, and Lero simply nodded, never back-talking his big brother.
Right after, Tony stepped out of the other room, now fully clothed. “Raven.” He glanced my way. “You aint really gone tell Tameka, huh?”
I waved him off, as I pursed my lips. “Boy, bye.”
His eyes traveled to Jah. “My nigga, talk to ya wife for me.”
While he was pleading his case, his little friend was tipping out of the room.
Jah scratched the side of his face. “Say…you know how this girl is. I aint got no control over that.”
“Man, fuck!” Tony vented, before stomping off to the living room.
Jahrein shook his head, as he eyed the doorframe. “You really came through clowning.”
Folding my arms over my breasts, I shrugged. “So?”
“So?” He closed the gap between us. “What is this all about? I thought I left you at home smiling? So, what happened between now and then?”
“Nothing happened,” I denied, refusing to go deeper.
The reality was that he’d been good, at that time. But I hadn’t forgotten about that random call with that baby crying in the background. And sometimes my thoughts would get to running wild, as I’d come up with my own scenarios.
Ultimately, I didn’t trust his ass, after laying across the bed, with his nut dripping out of me, heart still racing.
He’d eaten my pussy until there were tears in my eyes, and that had me paranoid.
Had me thinking. Wondering if he was going around eating other pussies like that.
Or putting his tongue in their assholes.
I just didn’t know, but I wouldn’t quite call it jealousy.
“So, you just wanted to pop up on a nigga, huh?” He smirked, which wasn’t surprising. Unlike me, Jah loved when I’d act out, and show possessiveness. Maybe because that was primarily his role in our relationship. So, he enjoyed whenever the shoe was on the other foot.
“Oh, don’t flatter yourself.” I rolled my eyes.
Laughing, he wrapped his arms around my waist. “So, I aint put it down this morning, and make you glitch?”
“Hell, no,” I giggled, while he buried his face in the crook of my neck.
“Come here.” He grabbed my hand.
“Where are you going?” I questioned, right before he guided me back to the third bedroom, where nobody had been fucking.
“Let me show you something.” He released my hand to close and lock the door.
“No uh.” I shook my head. “I aint fucking you in here.”
He smiled. “Why not?”
“Cause,” I responded, while he wrapped his arms around me. “I wouldn’t dare, after I just talked about them hoes in the living room.”
“Damn, what was you saying?” He slipped his hand into my sports bra.
“Basically that they’re at the bottom of the barrel for hanging in a trap.”
He stroked my nipple. “I mean…that is bopper behavior.”
“Exactly,” I agreed, while he lifted my bra, freeing my titties. “So, what I look like falling in line?”
“You aint falling in line,” he claimed, as he juggled my titties in his huge hands.
“I would be, if I let you fuck me.” I craned my neck and gazed up at him.
“Nah, this is different.” He released a boob to grip my shorts.
“How you figure?”
“Cause.” He yanked my shorts off, dropping them to the floor. Then went my panties. “They some birds. You my wife.”
I sucked my teeth, as I fully stepped out of my shorts and panties, before turning to face him. “You might as well grab my clothes off the floor and put them back on. Cause I aint fucking you in this house. I know that Jaylen’s nasty ass don’t be changing these sheets.”
“That’s cool,” he growled, before abruptly swooping me off my feet.
Not wanting to fall, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and hooked my arms around his neck.
“Jahrein, you don’t listen,” I whined, as he walked us over to the dresser, before sitting me in front of the vanity mirror.
“I do listen,” he lied, as he dropped his pants and boxers all in one swoop. “That pussy is talking to me.”
“Jahrein—” I gasped, as he pushed his hard dick through my folds.
Spreading my legs apart, before tossing them over his shoulders, he sensually long stroked me, causing my toes to curl.
“Umm,” I moaned, as the dresser slammed against the wall.
Aggressively, he pounded into me, making our skin clap loudly.
“Jah, stop,” I whimpered. “They…they can hear us.”
“Fuck them,” he huskily breathed into my ear. “Ion give a fuck about what they think. Didn’t you just tell me that this was my pussy, this morning?”
“Yesss,” I purred, while my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
Putting his back into it, he hammered into me, forcing me to realize that he was purposely beating the pussy up. Ensuring that the whole house could hear us.
“Jah!” I unintentionally shouted, while he was drilling into me, causing his heavy balls to slam into my ass.
“Aww, fuck!” He growled, while pressing his entire dick into me, as he released.
Intensely, he shook, emptying himself, when he fucking knew that I wasn’t on birth control at the time.
“Damn, baby,” he whispered, before sloppily kissing me.
By the time we’d redressed, I was hoping that those bitches had left. Unfortunately, they were still lounging around the living room, as I did the walk of shame.
“Bye, girl,” one of them teased, as my back was facing them.
“I guess she just needed dick in the trap too.” Another one laughed.
Rolling my eyes, I opted not to say anything, as I stepped outside.
“Where is your car?” Jahrein questioned, as he stepped outside behind me.
I hesitated.
He tapped my ass. “You heard me. Where ya car at?”
I sighed. “At your granny’s.”
“What?” He laughed. “Oh, you wanna be me, for real. Switching cars and shit.”
Feeling a little embarrassed, I just strutted off the porch. “Whatever. I’m finna go get the kids. Meet me at home.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He laughed. “You just make sure that you aint hiding in no bushes, with ya dramatic ass.”
Giving him the finger, I sauntered right over to his granny’s car.
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“Damn, it’s coming down out there,” I mumbled, while listening to the downpour of rain outside.