The other day we had a caller who described to us the experience of hiding naked in his little brother’s closet while he was changing to catch a glimpse of his dick, and to invite the possibility of his being “accidentally” discovered segueing into an erotic incestuous encounter. As he peered through a crack in the door readying his jar of mayonnaise while his brother slipped out of his boxers, he noticed his little brother had a monster cock; nearly the girth of a toilet tube and at least as long as his forearm in its flaccid state. Our caller pressed his belly back to look at his own penis which barely protruded beyond his pubic fat pad. He then thought about his lean, athletic little brother overpowering him and forcefully, incestuously sodomizing him. The thought of the pain involved horrified him, causing him to gasp audibly.
This sent little brother stomping naked, giant penis and balls bouncing in tune to his apelike gait, over to the closet where our caller had concealed himself with the intent of beating whomever had hidden in there into a fine pulp. He threw the door open and saw his older brother nude, cowering in the corner, clutching a jar of Hellman’s and slowly turning his head towards him in total fear. Our caller said he noticed his little brother’s powerful rock hard erection at roughly the same instant cockstrong little brother noticed the jar of mayonnaise. Little brother reached down with both hands, taking a fist full of greasy hair in one and fishhooking his cheek with the other. “Hey piggy, you grab me up that jar o’ mayonnaise now, y’hear! We gon’ have us an afternoon of fun.” Needless to say, the encounter was nowhere near as tender and romantic as our incest phone sex caller had hoped.
