You hear a noise outside the bathroom and slither out of Colt through his penis. Colt drops to the ground, unconscious. You slither out of the bathroom towards the noise, heading towards a closed door. You peak under a closed door and see a boy in his boxers, playing video games. The boy looks young, about 7, it must be Colt's non-identical twin, Chris. You decided to possess him, and make a break across the floor towards Chris. The distracted Chris doesn't notice you until you're moving up his leg and heading into his penis. "AHHHH" he screams, not knowing what's happening or what to do, as he squeezes the base of this cock. You squirm in, relishing the sounds of him suffering as he blacks out.
You wake on your back, up looking up at the ceiling, the video game music playing in the background. Chris's memories come rushing back to you. You remember your parent's, and your brother Colt. You stand up and walk to the mirror in your room before stripping off your clothes. You smirk, in front of you is the tinest, little, clit cock, you have ever seen. As you relish over how small it is, it starts to get hard, apparently this turns little Chrissy on. Chris's memories come flooding back to you. Not only is he the smallest dick that you know, he's the smallest he's ever seen. Even smaller that Colt, who's at least double his size. You examine the memories, Colt even makes you "do stuff" to him because he's the "better man." Your little cock twitches again.
You look down at it. Its so skinny it looks like it could be ripped off pretty easily. Hard it looks like a soggy french fry that's barely reaching 2.5 inches with no pubic hair and tiny little balls. You think about Chris's, the memories flood in, his is much bigger than yours. You have a vivid memory of sucking on it in front of his friends while they laughed at you. You take off the rest of your clothes and head to the bathroom where you left Colt's body, he's still passed out cold. You check Colt and he's still breathing, you slap him once and then twice harder, and he's very unconscious. You pull down his shorts, revealing his flaccid penis.
Even soft its harder than you're hard. You think of all the abuse you've taken, and enjoyed, at his hands. You start to play with your hard pee pee, stroking it over and over, feeling the pleasure wash over you building to an orgasm, but nothing happens. You remember you're seven, and you're years away from cumming. You stop and move closer to Colt's passed out body, kneeling at waste level. You reach out, grab his boyhood in your hand, and squeeze it hard. Colt's face tenses and his eyes open wide.
"What are you doing?" Colt yells kicking you square in the gut. You fall back against a closed door. Colt is on you in a second. "What were you doing?" he asked, "How did you make me passed out?" You stare up at him trying to think of a lie, trying to figure out if you can get back into his body. "Why were you touching me" He spits, glaring at you. Colt stands and stares at you moving in front of you so his penis is almost touching your face. "Apologize" he commands, "lick my big cock to let it know you're sorry." Almost automatically, without any hesitation, you move forward and place your tongue on your bother's soft cock. You feel a rush of endorphins, you, or rather Chris, likes being degraded like this.
Colt's penis is starting to get hard, it quickly reaches its full six inches. He grabs it and maneuvers it in your waiting mouth. You start moving up and down its length, remembering all the times he's made you do this. In front of his friends, in front of your friends, in front of his team mates on the peewee football team. At first you think its cum, filling your mouth, before you realize its his piss. Colt looks down with you in contempt as your gag on his hot urine.