Before we start, shout out to Moe_Davis and her book 'Moe's poems'. Go check her out!
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Also. LilMissCakes previously mentioned something that I found really important. That it seems as if in every important moment in a black girls life, it seems as if kinky hair is not seen as beautiful. But since we are out here breaking stigmas... I thought I'd change it up. So thanks LilMissCakes for bringing it up.
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Douglas Coleman's POV

"So you're trying to tell me... That there is gonna be about 700 plus people at this event?! That's huge!" I hear Temah exclaim.

"Yeah, that's what Bryce told me" I hear Crystal's voice respond.

I've just taken a shower and cleaned up so I'm feeling energetic.

I reach the bottom of the stairs and head to the kitchen.

Temah has her back to me and I stop to watch her.

Has her ass gotten bigger?

And are those my basketball shorts?

Crystal catches sight of me, from where she is standing.

She's about to speak, but I quickly hold a finger up to my lips.

Crystal's eyes hold recognition.

Then mischief.

She knows what I'm about to do.

I sneak up behind my girlfriend and clench my hand into a fist.

Hm, she smells good.

Is that my soap?

I pull my fist all the way back and swing it forwards until I punch Temah's ass.

Hard.

"Aiii!" She yells, holding her ass and kneeling forwards.

I fall about laughing at the look on her face.

She glares up at me.

"Douglas!" She whines.

I laugh harder and she gets up.

"Babe, what was that for?!" She asks me.

I let my laughter die down and I just shrug at her.

"I just felt like it" I tell her.

She pouts, still rubbing the area I punched.

"Aw, C'mere" I tell her leaning towards her, feeling a little bad.

She ducks out of the way.

"Nope" she says.

I look at her.

"Why?" I ask her, trying to hug her.

"Cause Karma is a bitch" Temah tells me, flipping me a bird.

I chuckle and try to kiss her again.

She ducks once again and side steps me.

Nope.

I grab her arm, bend down and pull her into my shoulder, while she is standing upright so that I'm lifting her off of the ground.

"Douglas, put me down!" She squeals and Crystal laughs loudly.

"Douglas!" She yells.

I say nothing, my arm clasped around her legs to keep them still.

I take her upstairs and to our room and I lock the door behind us.

"Douglas, I have a long day!" She protests.

I say nothing and pull the drawstrings of the basketball shorts and pull them down.

"Your long day is gonna have to wait" I say, putting them at one side.

I open her legs.

"And what if your family hears?!" She asks.

I look up at her.

"Then you'll just have to keep your voice low" I shrug.

"Douglas, you know I can't!" She says softly.

"Forgive me?" I ask.

"Hell no" she responds.

I open her legs wider.

"Forgive me?" I ask again.

She shakes her head.

She knows what I'm about to do.

I kiss her inner thigh.

"Now?" I ask.

She gasps at the contact.

"No" she says.

I move a little higher.

I'm dangerously close to her now.

"Now?" I ask, before dragging my tongue up her entrance slowly.

She lets out a tiny whimper.

"Not likely" she responds.

I chuckle.

I press my mouth to her completely and let my tongue do all the work.

"Ahh!" She cries, hand flying up to the back of my neck.

I smirk and continue, holding down her thighs so she can't wriggle around too much.

"Forgive me now?" I ask, making sure that my voice rumbles into her core.

"Fuck!" She mutters.

"Douglas!" She gasps.

I press my fingers into her thighs harder as she digs her nails into my shoulders and neck.

I look at her, to see her biting her lip in attempt not to scream.

I pull away from her, just she's about to finish.

"Douglas" she breathes.

I lick my lips.

"You've got a long day. The event is tonight" I tell her, leaving her frustrated.

I know she'll get me back later, but I don't care.

She looks at me, eyes clouded with lust.

She gets up and off of the bed.

She says nothing, but pulls some clothes out of our closet, holding them up, laying them down and then getting undressed.

"I'm gonna be out for most of the day." she says, pulling on her clean shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

I watch as she gets dressed.

When she's done, she walks up to me and leans into me, until she is just centimetres away.

She looks at my lips and then back into my eyes.

"See you tonight" she says pulling away.

Before I can say anything more, she leaves and I breathe out.

I should start getting ready myself.

I need a trim.

I grab my tracksuit top and bottoms and wear them, before grabbing my bag and jacket, before wearing a pair of black Air Forces.

I look at my reflection in the mirror and chuckle.

How times change when you make them change.

I walk out of our room and as I reach the door, I stop, walk into my room again and grab my khaki green bucket hat, wearing it.

The state of my trim is shocking!

I just about reach the front door, when I see Bryce.

I freeze as he notices me.

I take in his appearance.

He also looks about ready to go out.

"Where are you going?" I ask casually.

He points at his hair.

"I need a trim" he says bluntly.

"Which car are you taking?" I ask suspiciously.

In this part of London, we only own 4 cars...

It sounds ridiculous, but we are a big family.

My dad will have taken 1, to go and get his suit fitted. My mum will have taken another to go and look for clothes and do some last minute check ins for food and the venue.

I gave Temah the keys to my favourite car, the Range Rover, so that she, Amina and Crystal could go do their hair, clothes and makeup.

So that leaves...

1.

Car.

If you're both going for a trim... what's the issue? Just go to the same one, right?!

One may ask.

And the answer to that is absolutely not!

The last time I joined Bryce to go to his barber, the man fucked up my hairline so badly that I had to wear a durag everywhere for 2 weeks and blame it on 'maintenance'.

I'm even surprised the durag lines wore off with how tight I tied it.

Bryce sighs.

"C'mon, Doug, we do not have to do this!" Bryce complains, a pleading look coming on his face.

"Tuh!" I scoff.

Both of our eyes move to the 'Car Key Bowl'.

The last key stares us in the face.

We look back at each other.

I lunge for the bowl, but my older brother is a little bit too quick.

He snatches them up and tries to make a run for it.

But I've always been the most athletic one out of the two of us.

I slide tackle him into the floor and get on top of him, grabbing his wrist and yanking it behind his back.

"Give me the keys!" I yell.

"Fuck off! No!" He yells, struggling in my hold.

"I grab his arm, trying to prise the keys out of his hand.

"Gah, get the fuck off me you ashawo!" You're heavy as fuck! Shit!" Bryce complains.

"I'll... get. Off... you. When you... Give me... the keys you little shit!" I say to my brother, my elbow in his back.

"Hey!" A voice yells.

We both stop tousling on the carpet and we get up immediately, straightening ourselves up.

"Grandma Carol" we choke.

^^Grandma Carol.

"Is there a good reason why a pair of my grown ass grandsons are making this much noise this early in the morning?" She asks calmly, as she walks down the marble steps, her authority brimming over the entire room, her footsteps echoing.

She's a massive business figure. She owned the company before she passed it to my dad and he passed it to me.

Everyone is either scared or in awe of her.

A lot of the time it's both.

Her eyes glisten with amusement at our scared faces, her 4'11 height nearly consumed by both me and my brother, but we step back to allow her entrance.

"What's the problem?" She asks.

Bryce points at me.

"My brother attacked me over the car!" He wails.

I glare at him.

Bitch!

He knows he's my grandma's favourite because he is the oldest.

Grandma rolls her eyes at us.

She pulls a coin out her pocket.

She looks at me.

"Heads or tails baby?" She asks.

I stick my tongue out at Bryce.

"Heads, grandma" I say innocently.

My grandma snorts with laughter and my eyes widen.

"What is it?" I ask.

She waves a hand dismissively.

"I'm sorry, baby. Dirty joke" she says.

My eyes snap to Bryce.

"Bryce!" I hiss! 

He shrugs a smirk moving across his face.

I roll my eyes and turn back to our grandma.

She flips the coin, catches it and taps it down on her hand.

She looks at the coin then at Bryce.

My heart drops.
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"C'mon bro... how should I know that it was gonna come out that way?!" I ask my sulking brother, who sits in the passenger seat, slouched over with his arms folded across his chest, in a strop.

"It had to be a double sided coin or something!" He grumbles.

I sigh.

"Come on, Bry, she showed us the coin!" I tell him.

He huffs out a breath.

"First of all, that nickname is reserved for your girlfriend, not you. And secondly, I don't care!" He whines.

I glare at him.

"My girl- don't make me stop this car" I warn.

He rolls his eyes and looks out the window.

"Your barbers is too expensive!" He argues.

"Bryce, it's £1.50 more than yours!" I say exasperated.

($1.94, for my American readers)

"Furthermore. Your barber is a shithead" I say, annoyed as the memory resurfaces.

Bryce glares at me.

"And that's why my guy fucked up your trim! You don't have any respect! He probably heard you complaining like a bitch!" Bryce counters.

"You make no sense! Anyway... look I'll buy you doughnuts after if it means you stop being upset with me" I say, holding up my pinky.

He eyes my hand and then links his pinky with mine.

"Add in a large milkshake and we have a deal." He shrugs.

"Isn't your dumb, crackhead ass lactose intolerant?" I ask, confused.

He shrugs.

"It's not killed me yet. And even if it does, I'll die happy!" He announces.

I chuckle.

No matter happens.

No matter how much we argue.

Half brother or not, I love him.

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~ Xo.