AprokoNation, it's your girl Geebaby and I swear, I don't even know where to start with this gbas gbos that just happened in my house! My head is still spinning, like whaaaat?!
You know my younger brother, Chike, right? The one I always tell you guys is still forming small boy? Well, this holiday, he came to spend his semester break with me. My guy just dey chill, doing his thing. My friend, Shade, she dey come my house steady, you know how we do. So one afternoon, Chike just came out from the bathroom, fresh from shower, towel wrapped low on his waist. And I swear, he must have dipped that thing in juju or something because the moment Shade, my friend, bumped into him, her eyes just locked. Bruh. The towel shifted small, just a peek, but that was it. Game over. I saw the look on her face, like she just saw Jesus or something. Her mouth went dry, eyes wide, totally lost in the sauce. I swear, the air just got thick with it, you could almost taste the tension. She just stood there, mesmerized, a full-on dickmatization on display!
Me, I was right there, so she had to play it cool. But I knew. I knew! Later, we stepped out to run some errands, but her mind was clearly still back home. She was quiet, distracted, just nodding to everything I said. The moment we got back, I thought she was going to chill, but nah. I just stepped out again for five minutes, literally to grab something from the kiosk down the street. And guess what? My girl snuck back inside. My house!
I came back and the house was quiet. Too quiet. I walked into the living room and saw her, sprawled on my couch, dead asleep. Like, fully knocked out. My Chike's room door was slightly ajar. I just stood there, looking at her, then looking at the door, then back at her. Her hair was a mess, some sweat shine on her forehead, and this look on her face. Like she'd been through a war. I tapped her, she woke up, all dazed and confused. I asked her, "Shade, what happened?" And this girl, my friend, just looked at me with those sleepy eyes and couldn't even form a coherent sentence. She just giggled, shook her head, and buried her face in a cushion!
I didn't need any explanation. My brother, my small brother, had clearly gone and fucked the hell out of her. I swear, I heard nothing, but the way she was sprawled, the pure exhaustion? That boy must have put in work. The kind of work that leaves you boneless, senseless, just a puddle of satisfied sweat. I don't know whether to be proud of him or send him back to boarding school for the rest of his life! My head is paining me, abeg! What do I even do? Should I praise my brother for his… endowment and prowess? Or should I warn my friend about the power of the D? Help a sister out!