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“It’s cameras, but my brother and I know how to go in and alter them.

We can make it go offline, so that they won’t have access to seeing them while their away.

I’m going to be honest with you though, the average things that most parents will stay on top of, mine wont.

It’s like their so disconnected from reality.

I told you before that work consumes them.

Not only that, but I’m sure that their sleeping right now.

They won’t be back until Tuesday, so that gives my brother and I plenty of time to get the house back in order before they come back,” she shared.

“I feel you. My mama will beat the black off me for throwing a party in her house,” I told her, and that had her cracking up in laughter.

“Your mom looks so innocent though,” she mentioned, and I scoffed at that.

“The keyword that you just mentioned is ‘looks’. I love my mama to death, but she crazy as fuck. Moodier than a motha fucka too. That’s my girl though. I’ll go to jail or hell about her,” I said, and when I said that, it made her smile.

After that, we sat in silence for a little bit.

I was looking at her, and she was looking down at me.

Since she was sitting high up on the bed, she was leveled higher.

Looking her in her eyes, and seeing her for all that she had, Vivian really was beautiful.

I wasn’t sure if I saw myself with her though, but she was a beautiful girl.

“What?” she asked, with a smile on her face.

“Shit, you pretty,” I told her, and that only made her smile wider.

“Why you not kissing me then?” she shot, shocking me with her answer.

I’ve kissed plenty of girls. I knew how to kiss.

I’ve been told times before that I was a great kisser, and that I had soft lips.

I didn’t want her to think that I was this scary boy, that was scared to kiss girls, so I reached my hand up, and I wrapped it around her neck, not using any pressure, and before I knew it, our lips locked with one another. She had soft lips.

What started out as just a peck to break the ice, turned into me parting my lips a little bit, just so that she could slip her tongue inside.

Right there, we started tongue kissing. I’ve been alone in a room with another girl before, kissing just like this, but it never led to anything.

I could feel my man in my pants jumping.

Vivian started moaning into the kiss, grinding her body into the bed, and she shocked me when she took my hand from around her neck, and moved it down, letting it go up under her dress.

This girl didn’t have any panties on.

My hand felt, touching her bare pussy. Her shit was wet too.

This was my first time doing some shit like this, but from the way she was moaning, I knew that it felt good.

She leaned back during the kiss, and I mounted her, still kissing her, and still fingering her.

The second that shit started feeling good, and it started to feel like my dick was going to burst out of my jeans, her bedroom door was pushed open aggressively, and I turned around, seeing that it was her dad on the other side of the door.

His face turned beet red, and you could see it in his eyes that he wanted to kill my ass.

It’s like he was staring at me in a way, trying to see where he knew me from.

I knew it would only take him so long to find out that I was the son of the nigga that he hated.

He hated my pops for beating his ass in court the way that he would.

I turned my head to look at Vivian, and she looked scared too.

All I could think about was how he was supposed to be out of town on business.

I’m standing here with his daughter’s juices on my fingers, and a pudge in my jeans because I was on hard.

His daughter was still lying on her bed, legs still open, but she was trying to close them, and pull her dress down, so that she wouldn’t be exposed.

“What the fuck is going on?” her pops voice roared, damn near shaking the walls.

“Dad… I... what are you doing back home?” Vivian was stumbling over her words.

“This is my house! I don’t have to report to you and tell you why I decided to come home early! This is Crawfords boy that you have in this room with you? Are you fuckin crazy?” he roared at her.

“I’m about to go,” I said, attempting to leave, but he rushed, blocking the doorway.

“Your got going any fuckin where! The cops are already on the way! You touched my daughter!” he snapped, working his way to twisting this shit.

“Man, I ain’t touch your fuckin daughter, nigga! She invited me up to her room! She told me to come over here. Fuck out of here with that shit, man!” I snapped, and right when I was getting ready to push past him, there were two white cops that were walking up, coming to the bedroom.

I’m not going to lie, I was scared. They were going to see me, pants sagging, braids in my hair, golds in my mouth, and automatically paint me out to be a thug, or a criminal.

My image was something that my pops had been preaching to me for a while.

He was always telling me that I needed to clean up my look, and in this moment, I knew that this was what he was trying to warn me about all along.

“Arrest him! And arrest him now! He came into my home without my consent, touched my daughter without her consent. He’s saying that she invited him in, but she’s not old enough to make that call.

I want cuffs slapped on his black ass right now.

I bet your daddy won’t be able to get you out of this one,” her pops was talking shit.

My heart was beating so fast to the point that it felt as if I was going to pass out.

In this moment, I would rather be slapped in cuffs and taken to jail.

That will be better than my pops getting a hold of me.

He was going to try to fuckin kill me. I didn’t even want to think about what my mama was going to do, and how she as going to react.

I swear jail seemed like the better option for me right now. Shit, I was probably safer there.