Lady Owner: Power hungry.

Scarier still, whatever remorse I should've felt, was relatively minimal compared to the thrill that this **** of power sent through me.

"AJ," I looked down, "did you cum yet?"

"N-no, not yet, Molly," the cutie panted. His hand was still slicking up and down, wrapped tight across his fat penis.

I slapped his dick, hand-wrapped and all. "Silly boy! You know you can't cum unless you flex your biceps for me. Go on." I gestured with a chin. "Flex."

AJ pulled his spare arm up, and, fist clenched, he flexed his tough, hardy muscle. It bulged to my heart's content. I wanted to run my fingers over it. So I did. After squeezing and smacking at it with my own fist, I drew back to give AJ a curt nod.

His face contorted in equal parts pain, relief, and pleasure as showers of transparent white-ish liquid erupted from his quaking snake of a cock. I just couldn't stop beliving how big, how filthily giant it was. And it was ME -- I gave that to him!

I licked my lips. I could give EVERYONE in the world giant cocks, bulging pecs, huge bouncing titties; ANYTHING!

"T..." AJ gulped for air before continuing. "...thanks, Molly. You're the best." He reached over and hugged me. I gladly pressed up my breasts against his well defined chest, pulling him tight to me. I slapped his back and rubbed it with my hands, caressing his impossibly smooth, clean skin.

"What are siblings for?" My breath felt warm against his shoulder. It must have.