Jermaine, Kendrick, and Terrence are still in the living room of the Swamp house. The brothers lounged on the couch laughing over some stupid jokes, their bodies still buzzing from the adrenaline of the storm.

Jermaine leaned back and smirked, “So, Kendrick, why don’t catfish ever tell secrets?”

Kendrick rolled his eyes but played along. “Why’s that, genius?”

Jermaine grinned. “Because they’re always at the bottom of the river!”

Kendrick burst out laughing, shaking his head. “Man, that was terrible!”

Terrence, usually the stoic one, couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re ridiculous, Jermaine.”

Jermaine just leaned back further, grinning. “But y’all laughed, didn’t ya?”

The mood was light, easy—until Deon walked in.

Kendrick looked up, “Speaking of jokes, here’s Deon.”

Deon didn’t knock. He just pushed through the busted door, his clothes still damp from the rain, his usual swagger a little too smooth. Kendrick sat up, sniffing the air. “Damn, why you smell like soap?”

Jermaine jumped up, grinning. “Bro got some pussy!”

The room erupted in laughter and cheers. Kendrick leaned in, hyped. “So you gonna tell us about it?”

Deon waved them off, playing it cool. “Man, nothing happened—”

Jermaine wasn’t having it. “Oh come on, Deon. You can’t walk in here smelling like that and expect us to believe nothing happened.”

Deon tried to keep his composure, but the grin spreading across his face gave him away. “Alright, alright. So earlier the reason I didnt wanna help was because I was gonna link up and didn’t wanna get dirty.”

“Knew it!” Kendrick slapped his knee. “Who was it? Where’d you meet her?”

Deon leaned back on the couch, trying to look casual but failing. “Her name’s Shanice. We’ve been talking for a minute, but today was… different.”

Jermaine was practically bouncing now. “Different how? You took her to the shack or something?”

Deon shook his head, smirking. “Nah, man. We went to her place. She’s got this setup, way nicer than ours. And she was all over me soon as I walked in.”

Kendrick whistled. “Damn, Deon. You smooth like that?”

Deon nodded, starting to feel more confident with his brothers’ attention on him. “You know I got the charm. We talked, laughed, and her body was bangin.”

Terrence, who had been quiet up until now, chuckled. “Sounds like you had a good time.”

Deon nodded, getting into the story now. “Yeah bro, I was puttin in work..”

Jermaine was laughing now. “Man, Deon out here getting all cozy!”

Just as Deon was about to give his version of the story, Bryce kicked open the door, his stolen designer tee clinging to his lean frame, his sneakers still damp from the rain. His smirk was smug, his energy electric, like he’d just won the lottery.

“Yo, what’s good, my niggas?” he announced, his voice loud, performative. He didn’t wait for an answer. He just launched into his story, his hands gesturing wildly as he recounted every detail of his morning with Ghost.

“Man, y’all shoulda seen it,” Bryce started, his voice dripping with pride. “Soon as I walked in, she was all over me. Couldn’t keep her hands off this.” He gestured to his body, his grin widening as Jermaine and Kendrick leaned in, their eyes wide with interest. “Had her begging for it before I even took my shirt off. And let me tell y’all—this right here?” He grabbed his crotch, his smirk turning cocky. “This the biggest dick in the family. Girls love it.”

Jermaine scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Boy, please. You ain’t bigger than me.”

Bryce shot him a look. “Man, shut up. You know I got you beat.”

“Nah, nah, I got the biggest,” Jermaine insisted, his voice teasing. “Ain’t that right, Kendrick?”

Kendrick, who was lying back on the couch with his arms behind his head, just grinned. “Man, I ain’t measuring y’all dicks. But Bryce, you know Jermaine ain’t lying.”

Bryce rolled his eyes, but he didn’t argue. He just kept talking, his voice hyped, his energy infectious. “Anyway, she couldn’t get enough. Had her screaming so loud, her mama almost came in the room. And let me tell y’all—I lasted an hour. Had her cumming like five times before I even finished.”

Jermaine burst out laughing. “Man, you lie. Ain’t no way you lasted an hour.”

Bryce ignored him, turning back to Kendrick. “And y’all know I got the freshest clothes. Ironed my shit before round two. Had her looking at me like I was a whole meal.”

Kendrick chuckled, shaking his head. “Man, you wild.”

“Nah, I’m smooth,” Bryce corrected, his grin widening. “Y’all just jealous ‘cause y’all ain’t built like this.”

Kendrick sat up, smirking. “Man, you wish you was built like me. I don’t need no ironed clothes to get a girl. I just am the vibe.”

Bryce scoffed. “Man, shut up. You ain’t got no game.”

“Don’t need game when I got this,” Kendrick shot back as he flexed his muscles.

The room erupted in laughter, the energy high, the brothers hyping each other up, trading jokes and insults.

Then the door creaked open.

Lamar stood there, shirtless in his blue gym shorts, his expression unreadable. The room fell silent. The vibe shifted instantly.

Terrence, who had been quiet in the corner, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable, turned his gaze to Lamar. “Where you been?”

Lamar hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “Had to go find another bucket for the shack. The one we had was cracked, and with all this rain, we needed something to catch the leaks.”

Terrence’s eyes narrowed. “Nigga that was 12 hours ago.”

Lamar shifted, his fingers tightening around his neck. “Nah, I found one quick, but then I had to patch up the tarp on the roof a bit more. You know how it is—one thing leads to another.”

Terrence stepped closer, his voice low, his expression sharp. “You lying, Lamar.”

Lamar’s face burned. “I ain’t—”

“You are, your story got way too many details,” Terrence cut in. “I know you. I know when you lying. So where the hell you been?”

Lamar didn’t answer. He just stood there, his body tense, his eyes darting to the floor.

Jermaine, who had been watching the exchange with amusement, suddenly sat up, his nose wrinkling. “Damn, Lamar. Why you smell like dirty ass?”

Lamar’s face burned hotter. “What?”

Jermaine leaned in, sniffing the air. “Nah, for real. You smell like ass. Like… sex ass.”

Kendrick burst out laughing. “Man, he do smell like ass!”

Jermaine ignored him, his grin widening. “Nah, for real, Lamar. You been having sex?”

Lamar’s face twisted. “Man, you got no room to talk. You always smell like ass.”

The room erupted in laughter, even Terrence cracking a smile.

“Nah, but for real,” Jermaine pressed, leaning in again. “You do smell like sex. And look at them shorts.” He reached out, stretching the waistband of Lamar’s shorts, revealing a faint, crusted stain. “Man, I know that stain from anywhere. Lil bro, why you got fresh, crusted-up nut in your shorts?”

Bryce scoffed. “Y’all some nasty mofos.”

Jermaine ignored him, his grin widening. “Nah, for real, Lamar. You been fucking?”

Lamar’s face was on fire. “Man, shut up.”

But the room was already hyped, the brothers crowding around him, their energy shifting from teasing to pride.

“Damn, Lamar!” Jermaine clapped him on the back in a mini one armed hug, his grin wide. “You do got a girl? Why you ain’t say nothing?”

“Nah, nah, he ain’t got a girl,” Bryce cut in, his voice hyped. “He was in the field, fucking some girl in the rain.”

“Man, shut up,” Lamar muttered, but he was smiling now, just slightly.

“Nah, nah, he was getting the gwak gwak 2000,” Jermaine added, his arm slung around Lamar’s shoulders. “My lil bro out here wilding.”

Lamar tried to shrug him off, but Jermaine just pulled him closer, his grin unapologetic. “You might think you different, but you just like your big bro.”

Lamar rolled his eyes, but he didn’t pull away. “I’m not like y’all.”

Bryce jumped in, his smirk cocky. “Yeah, ‘cause you ugly, big little bro. But you still one of us.”

The room erupted in laughter, the brothers crowding around Lamar, their energy hyped, their pride in him palpable. For the first time in a long time, Lamar didn’t feel invisible. He didn’t feel like a ghost.

He felt seen.

“Aight, aight,” he muttered, but he was smiling now, really smiling. “But she ain’t my girl, y’all. Gotta keep our options open.”

The room exploded in cheers, the brothers hyping him up, their voices overlapping, their energy electric.

For the first time in a long time, Lamar felt like he belonged.

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Logline

Deon returns to the shack to brag about his successful night out only to be interrupted by Bryce, and the subsequent dick-measuring contest leaves Lamar in the spotlight when his own sexual secret is discovered and celebrated by his brothers.

Blurb

The remaining brothers are sharing a rare moment of peace and laughter when Deon walks in, still smelling of soap, and attempts to brag about his night with Shanice. However, the competitive Bryce immediately bursts in and hijacks the conversation, loudly recounting his selfish sexual conquest with Ghost and claiming to have the “biggest dick in the family.” The escalating competition is abruptly halted when Lamar enters the shack, and the hyper-observant Jermaine immediately notices a faint stain and a scent that reveals Lamar has been having sex. Lamar, relieved to have his secret exposed, finds himself being celebrated and playfully accepted by his brothers, feeling “seen” and like he belongs for the first time.

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