He placed his big black hand on the small of my back and slipped his index finger inside my skirt’s waistband. He fiddled with the button and my skirt fell lifelessly to the ground. His big black hands slid over every crevice of my jamoca honey nut almond colored body. Slowly, very slowly his fingers continued, gliding inch by inch around my navel as my panties descended lower and lower, past my knees, over my calves, until they were no more. Then shortly thereafter, Victoria’s Secret was told as my bra fell silently to the floor. Slowly he laid me on the bed. By now, like silk panties in a delicate cycle, I was spinning ever so slightly, ever so gently. While he was standing over me, I watched as his buckle came undone. He was hypnotic. Soon his pants and shirt joined my panties and bra, and he climbed in the bed beside me. Damn, Graham is good.

His lips gently moistened my body with warm wet kisses from my neck to my nose, from my chest to my toes until, like the walls, I was dripping in the steamy sea of ecstasy. Then slowly, Graham began his descent. Kissing my quivering lips, once, twice, three times, he went down. Licking my neck with his tongue, licking from side to side, left to right, east to west, he went down. Grazing the tip of my breast with his hand, circling my navel, he went down. Like Jacques Cousteau he not only went down but he stayed down as the mysteries of my deep underwater world he explored. With no oxygen tank he explored. For over half an hour he explored. Wrapping his big black hands around my inner thighs until, like a molten mound of lava, I erupted. My non-stop flight had made its first connection, and with a little more luck, and a little more fuel, we would take flight again. Hot damn, Graham is good.

I lay there in a pool of my own femininity, singing his praises, high-fiving his oral prowess. My body quivered with sensation as a warm wet slice of peach brushed gently over my nipples, causing them to throb with excitement. Soon after, I felt heat as hot fudge covered my belly. And then, strawberries and cream, sliced bananas, and sprinkled nuts. As I lay there, half conscious, he leaned down and whispered, “Dinner isn’t really complete until you’ve had dessert.” No, this brother hadn’t just made himself a human sundae. What can I say? Graham is good.