Mom and dad are out and I’m taking care of my stepbrother tiny shaft!

The Moment is Finally Here, Big chest Lovers!

Oh my gosh, you guys! You won’t believe what just happened. Mom and Dad are out for the night, and I’m left to take care of my stepbrother. I mean, I love the guy, but he’s got a tiny shlong! Seriously, it’s like he’s compensating for something with that attitude of his.

Anyway, I was just minding my own business when I heard a knock on the door. I went to answer it, and there he was, my stepbrother, looking all flustered and nervous. He said he forgot his keys and needed to come in to get something. I couldn’t say no, could I?

So, he comes in, and I can tell he’s nervous. I’m not sure if it’s because he’s in my house or if it’s because he’s got a tiny dick and knows I’m not impressed. Whatever the reason, I couldn’t help but feel a little excited.

As he walked past me, I caught a glimpse of his crotch, and I just had to laugh. I mean, come on, it’s so small! But, I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, so I tried to be nice and asked him what he needed.

He hesitated for a moment, and then he looked at me with those big, puppy dog eyes. It was like he was begging me to take care of him. And, I don’t know what came over me, but I said yes.

I led him to my room, and I could feel my heart racing. I knew what was about to happen, and I couldn’t wait. I closed the door behind us, and I turned to face him. He looked so vulnerable, so small, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of power.

I walked over to him, and I could see the fear in his eyes. But, I didn’t care. I wanted him, and I was going to have him. I reached out and grabbed his crotch, and I could feel his tiny meat twitching in my hand.

I laughed again, and I could see the embarrassment on his face. But, I didn’t care. I was having too much fun. I leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

I could feel his body relax, and I knew he was mine. I started to unbutton his pants, and I could feel his heart racing. I could tell he was nervous, but I didn’t care. I wanted him, and I was going to have him.

As I pulled down his pants, I could see his tiny phallus in all its glory. It was so small, so insignificant, but I didn’t care. I wanted it, and I was going to take it. I wrapped my hand around it and started to stroke it gently.

I could feel him getting harder in my hand, and I knew he was enjoying it. I leaned in and kissed him, and I could feel his body respond to me. He was mine, and I knew it.

I started to undress, and I could feel his eyes on my big chest. I knew he was admiring them, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. I loved my big titties, and I loved the power they gave me.

As I stood there, naked, I could see the hunger in his eyes. He wanted me, and I was ready for him. I pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. I could feel his tiny shaft pressed against my vagina, and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me.

I started to grind against him, and I could feel him getting harder and harder. I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Are you ready for me?”

He nodded, and I knew he was ready. I thrusted my hips forward, and I could feel him enter me. It was a strange feeling, having something so small inside me, but I didn’t care. I started to ride him, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to climax.

As I rode him, I could feel his hands on my big breasts. He was squeezing them, kneading them, and I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure. I loved the way they felt in his hands, and I loved the way they made me feel.

As I approached climax, I could feel myself getting tighter and tighter. I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “I’m going to cum, baby.”

He moaned in response, and I knew he was close too. I thrusted my hips harder and harder, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer. And then, it happened. I exploded, and I could feel him cumming inside me.

It was an amazing feeling, having him inside me, cumming. I collapsed on top of him, and I could feel him panting beneath me. I knew he was satisfied, and I was too.

As I lay there, recovering from my orgasm, I couldn’t help but think about what just happened. I had just had sex with my stepbrother, and I didn’t even care that he had a tiny phallus. All that mattered was that we both enjoyed ourselves.

And, as I looked at his tiny manhood, I couldn’t help but smile. I knew I had something he didn’t, something that made thrusted me above him. I had big boobs, and I loved them.

And, as I lay there, basking in the afterglow of our encounter, I knew one thing for sure. I was a big balloons lover, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.