Chapter 1

A normal family life? Whoever thinks that’s a thing, doesn’t have an eight and three quarters inch prick!

Dicks, however, do have a normal. Their Gaussian distribution lines up closely with the statistical mean or average of erections world-wide. Normal dicks are around 5.17 inches (13.12 centimeters) with a standard deviation of 0.65 inches (1.66 cm).

But I don’t want to write sex nerd shit! I’m here to write about enslaving my mother and sister. Because there are billions of people who think that dick size is a form of currency, I need to cut through ‘size matters’ bullshit at the start of my tale.

Size only matters in the mind. Which is totally fine, if you realize that what you believe has nothing to do with functionality. There’s nothing wrong about a two inch erection, and there’s nothing especially right about eight and three quarters (which puts me in the longest 1% of dicks worldwide). It’s all about what others think.

My mother and sister are size queens. They’re quite foolish about it too, believing that big cocks are superior cocks. They should know better. They’ve had plenty of sex with normal cocks, and they enjoyed them! I know this because I commanded them to tell me their complete sexual histories.

My morality was quite naive before the inciting incident of this story. I believed in right and wrong and in an individual’s ability to make a difference in the world. I wanted to make a positive difference.

Then puberty came along, and I wanted to rape every vagina on the planet. Testosterone - fuck! (okay, it’s more complex than that, but I said I’m done with sex nerd shit)

At twelve, I had a four inch erection, nothing too exciting. By fifteen it was six plus inches. In my senior year, I had a couple girlfriends (sequentially). Both thought my eight inches was super cool, but neither leaped to work it with their pussies.

I was a young lad of 18 years, raised by loving parents, and my sister and I didn’t totally hate each other.

I remember being particularly pissed after the girl I really liked dumped me. I skipped school the next day, telling Mom that I was a wreck. She left for work shaking her head. I moped around the house. I was in the den when my sister, Nell, returned from her morning university classes in microbiology. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, she didn’t have afternoon classes.

She passed by the open door, squawking into her phone. “I’m telling you, Ailene, that dick wasn’t more than ten inches. In the porno, ShirleyThreeCunt said TowerDom had twelve, but that was the script’s line. Yeah, yeah, I know his website say’s he’s got a footlong cock, but ShirleyThreeCunt wrote on her Titter account that he’s only ten inches. Nell went into her bedroom and shut the door.

Fuck. Now I was horny. I’d seen pornos with ShirleyThreeCunt, and she was a smoking hot, big titted bitch who could jerk off dicks with her toes. She once did a seven-way with the largest dicks in the business, all larger than mine.

I paused the game I was playing on the den’s old widescreen, and went to a video site. DogStar Productions had a new ShirleyThreeCunt flick, and I used a stolen account password to watch it. Shirley was telling her limp-dick husband that she had a date with a real man, who turned out to be his son! I hate ‘step’ incest porn, but Shirley was worth it. I wished I was watching her on the 4k screen in the main room!

Shirley’s tits weren’t the biggest, but they were all natural, and that worked for me. I was jacking off to the scene where Shirley sees her step-son’s nine inch dick for the first time. She licks her lips but leaves him to his privacy. I paused, wondering what would happen next.

“Damn, Gary, do it in your room!” Nell snorted. My head whipped around to see her butt wagging swiftly as she returned to her room.

Fuck. I was embarrassed and not the hot kind. My dick wilted. I decided to watch the rest later that night. I grabbed a controller, finished the game I’d been playing, went to my room, and took a crack at homework. I’m good at school, usually get A’s, but I kept wondering how long Nell had been watching me. I’d been jerking for several minutes, and she would have had a great view from the hall.

Fuck it. I went back to the den and started a new game.

Mom arrived. Dad worked swing shift as a manager at the local Cramzon warehouse. “Don’t just buy online, CRAM-it!” Dad’s shift ended at nine but he usually didn’t get home until well after ten.

Mom came into the den and shucked off her shoes. She slouched on the office chair, grunting, “Don’t mind me, Craig.” She opened the top of her blouse, having shucked her jacket at the front door, and fanned the two baby walruses attached to her chest.

Sorry, I’m rambling, but your brains would turn to jelly at the sight of Mom’s plunging cleavage. I assume, if you’re asexual, you’re not reading this.

To avoid spooging my jeans, I told her I was done, and I would make dinner. I’m pretty handy with tortillas, cheese, shredded chicken, and green chiles. Nell joined me when the smell of sautéing chicken penetrated her room. She fixed a mixed green salad. We decided to put salsa on the salad instead of the tostadas.

“Mom!” Nell called from the kitchen table. “Bring your tits to the feeding trough.”

Seconds later our mother trudged out of the hallway, blouse re-buttoned. “Have more respect for my tits, Nell. Someday yours might be worth half of what mine are.”

“Ha. Hah.” Nell forked pico de gallo drenched salad into a bowl for herself. The size of Nell’s milkless bags were half of Mom’s plus. They traded tit-jibes regularly. “When the next earthquake devastates this town, you’ll be stuck in the rubble, and I’ll squeeze my way clear.”

I used a spatula to add a tostada to each plate. Big Sis scrutinized me. “Craig will die with you, hung up on his dick.” She snickered.

Mom blinked. “Nell, what do you know about your brother and why bring it up at dinner?”

I took my bowl of salad and pulled it to my chest, so I could lean out of the line of fire.

“I’d say it was no big deal, Mom. He was just jerking off when he thought I was busy in my room. Except, his was enough of a deal that I went back to my room, and I got busy with myself.”

“Craig,” Mom shook her head. “If you want privacy in our house, that’s your responsibility.” She warned Nell, “You know the difference between a glance and felony peeping.”

“Seriously, Mom. It was difficult not to peep, not until he stopped.” Nell snorted at me. “Sorry, Craig. You surprised me.”

I was turning red enough that lowering my face couldn’t hide it. “I’ll be more careful.” I bit into my tostada and chewed in shame.

Mom would have taken the cue and added to my sister’s smart comments, but there was only silence. I looked up and around. It was never quiet during feeding times at the Gibson home. Nell was giving Mom a puzzled look. Mom’s eyes swung between us. “What?”

Silence returned to the room. The three of us picked up our forks and continued eating. This was new. We had nothing to talk shit about.

I finished a tostada and started on my second. Nell had consumed her salad and was nibbling her first tostada.

Mom tapped her fork soundlessly against her food. “How big is it?”

“Mom!” I exclaimed.

Nell’s guts had screwed up in knots, waiting for that moment. “He’ll never be a superstar in porn, but mostly because he can’t act his way out of grade school plays.”

“Nell, don’t you tell-” I begged.

“I watched for a least a minute, and I’m guessing seven maybe eight inches, but remember how you wanted him to take piano lessons because of his hand size? Little bro’s thumb was barely touching his index finger!”

Heat flared up my neck and burned my ears. I was seconds away from bolting, but anger rooted me in my chair. “Don’t listen to her, Mom.”

“I’m sure she’s exaggerating - always trying to provoke drama.”

“You didn’t see it.” Nell took the remaining half of her tostada, to her room, shutting the door.

Mom stood up. “Sorry, Craig, I want to catch the next episode of Spooks and ‘Stutes.” She took her plate and bowl to the living room. I sighed, having survived another night without Dad around to quash silly bullshit.

Dad was a good guy. Worked hard and loved Mom, but Dad didn’t like foolishness. His parents were Mennonites, whom he escaped physically if not mentally. He wasn’t shy about sex. He gave me a detailed series of lectures about the birds and the bees when I was ten. Dad’s job done, sex was no longer worthy of conversation with him.

I finished my dinner, cleared the table, and added plates and such to the dishwasher.

Dad arrived right after I beat Bloodborne’s Nightmare Frontier in the den. Mom poured him half a tumbler of scotch, no ice, and ushered him, the tumbler, and bowl of trail mix, to their room.

I wanted to watch the rest of ShirleyThreeCunt’s new video, but I decided to check my homework. Nell’s homework made mine feel like housework. She would be at her books for hours and crash around midnight. Mom and Dad didn’t like me staying up past ten. After this afternoon’s embarrassment I didn’t dare risk a repeat. Damn, I wanted to get off!

Around nine-thirty, Nell came out of her room. She stopped in the open doorway. “Can I see it again?”

Suspicion assailed me. Her voice entirely lacked snark. Was she pretending seriousness?

“I just want to verify what I remember. It’s no big deal, right?”

I felt oddly empowered, a rare thing in the presence our family’s extroverted women. I quoted her from earlier. “Big enough to stare at for at least a minute.”

“Yeah, well, I said you surprised me.” She puffed up, but I saw through her bluster. The sight of my dick was worth something to her.

“You want to see it hard, specifically, my cock?”

“Fuck you.” She would have stamped her foot if she’d been a true bimbo. Instead she growled and turned from the door, mumbling. “Gods, I need to see a shrink.”

I chuckled. “You want to see it grow?”

Nell looked over her shoulder, eyes cranked at me. “Enough already, my mistake.”

I unbuttoned the top of my jeans with a grin flourish. I’d never had my big sister over a barrel of eros before. I was loving the thrill of it. Hell, I would have shown her my dick if she hadn’t acted so tsundere. “Do you want to see it or not?”

She fumed, shifting her wide butt from one leg to another, turning slowly back to me. My penis had been in rest mode, but her smoldering eyes opened the valves to my erectile tissue. Blood flowed.

I tugged down the zipper. As my dick grew, the flaps of my jeans spread apart. The pineapple pattern of my boxers peeked out. “I want something too, Nell.” I reached my hand into my underwear and paused.

She sneered. “I’m not going to show you my tits.”

“I’ve seen your tits half a dozen times since you started college. It’s not like you’re shy about them at home.” I scoffed. “But you have to admit, ‘showing’ your tits to me would be worth me showing my dick to you.”

“I don’t know. Maybe this afternoon was a mirage. Maybe I mistook the cock on the screen to be yours.”

I kept my hand paused within my boxers. I mustered courage to call her bluff, locking my eyes hers.

Her foot tapped from frustration. “What do you want?”

“Nothing much. I want you to get on your knees. That’s all.”

“That’s bullshit.” She blurted. Shaking her head, she left the room.

Sitting, I snarled at my homework and closed my homework’s web page. Fuck! I kept seeing Nell bowing before my big cock. I put on headphones and logged into the DogStar video site.

ShirleyThreeCunt was sucking on her step-son’s nine inches, and I was wanking good feelings into my prick when something moved into my right peripheral vision. Nell stood frowning. She drew her hand across her neck. I paused the video and took off the headphones. My sister closed the door behind her.

“You want to stand for this, right?” Nell slowly sank to her knees. Kneeling on the carpet, she felt free to stare at the fat, eight and three quarters inches that my hand couldn’t hide no matter how fast I wanked. Her eyes sparkled. She blushed, but she was paying more than a little humiliation for the view.

I staggered up and released my throbbing, hard dick. I shifted between profile and straight-on angles. Saying anything would have ruined it for her.

She whispered. “You can jerk it if you want.” She wanted to see that.

“I’ll do it if you do it to yourself.”

“Fuck no, Craig.”

“You’ve seen me doing it, all of it.” I hedged. “You can do it with your clothes on.” I grabbed my big manhood and waited.

Nell stalled. I gave it a fifty-fifty chance.

“I-I’ll rub it for you.” My buxom sister blasted my expectations. Then she shocked me by turning beet red. It was as if all of her sex-positive snark had met the enemy, my dick, and had surrendered.

Shit, I never imagined I was so big, a woman would compromise her dignity. Nell knows that dick sizes don’t matter, except when an engorged, top one percentile, pussy pounder was available in relatively safe circumstances.

As brother and sister, we conflicted often, fought tooth and nail occasionally, but we trusted each other. I was safe. It was late. Mom and Dad only roused for SWAT team home invasions.

I took my hand off of my rampant organ and let it throb naked before her.

She bent her waist and leaned forward. “I - just - have to.” She breathed staring at my flaring, sanctimonious shaft. Out of the corner of her mouth she hissed. “Tell anyone, dear brother, and I’ll cut this thing off and taxidermy it for when I get a motorcycle. It’ll dangle in the wind behind me.” Nell reached out and grasped my amazing prick.

I swooned. “Galaxy stars, Nell, yeah!”

“Hush.” Nell squeezed, exploring my stalk’s shape and density. Her red face slowly lightened as her shame drowned under curiosity’s satisfaction.

“Dang, Nell,” I whispered. My loss of breath must be what Sampson felt when Delilah sucked his cock. My big sister had weakened me with just a little groping.