'Oh my god' Dylan cried 'what the hell did u do to me?'
Karen laughed. 'Relax big brother, or should i say little brother, haha. At least you still got one!'
'This? This isnt a penis, its a friggin' cocktail weiner!' he sighed, 'You've given me a friggin' babydick!'
'Well i think its cute' she said laughing, secretly thinking that she'd run a mile if she discovered any guy she dated had that little pathetic pecker in his pants.
'Does it still work?' she said, sympathetically.
Dylan blushed.
'I think ive got a hard on!' he said, his teeny pecker twitching.
'No way!' Karen cried, grabbing it.
It was tiny and warm and unmistakably stiff!
'You have!' she gasped, 'You have got a hard on!'
She gave it a gentle tug, laughing at the tiny stiff micropenis in between her thumb and forefinger.
'Oh no!' Dylan cried, 'Please God, no!'
Karen didnt even have time to ask what was the matter when little jets of cum started squirting out of Dylan's tiny dick.
'Two tugs and you come? Oh Dylan! You spurt your load with two tugs?'
Dylan was mortified. 'i dont' he stammered 'that is, i dont usually!'
Karen took a hankie and began mopping her brother clean, his tiny pecker still hard in her hand.
Almost immediately his balls tightened again. Two thin little jets of cum squirted out.
He had come again!
'That is so not good bro' she said, againg starting to clean his bald baby-sized cock.
His hips bucked again and he groaned in orgasm.
Nothing came out this time.
'Guess thats all you got then' she laughed 'two little dribbles.'
Dylans dick began to soften. Karen had to stifle a giggle as he was left with a soft little limp dick, barely half an inch long.