Lady Owner: Some new packages.

After nearly a minute of this, I commanded, "Have a bigger dick."

"If you say so," shrugged the still ab-soaped AJ. He looked down at his soft penis. Then he slapped it, causing it to spin about, before finally coming to rest, cockhead pointed downward once again. Only this time, it was halfway down his thigh.

"One fully toned six-pack, please."

My brother obliged. He rubbed his abs hard until, like an artist conjuring form out of graphite, out came a gleaming set of perfectly shaped, lined up muscles across his stomach. "There. Perfect six-pack abs. Happy?" After his sarcastic gleam, AJ continued with his hygienic necessities, moving down to wash his dick, rubbing his hand down its tubular shaft.

"Now watch as I wash my ass," he turned, and slapped his buttocks as he applied a generous amount of bodywash onto each globe.

This was a nice scene.

My step-brother was fit, athletic, and watched weightlifting videos with his buddies, looking to go pro in something with a ball. I had seen him before, but never had the chance to just drink it all in, nor when naked. But now that I did, it was better than vague fantasies could stipulate. I looked down at the forest above his penis's base.

"I wish you had no pubes."

Suddenly, his intertwined, looping cuticles shrunk away, as if time was being rewound. When they all left, his bare pelvis was in stellar display. It still looked a little weird, so I changed my mind about it being one hundred percent bare. I had some smooth stubble reappear over it. This gave his crotch a little extra shading.

AJ didn't mind a thing. He was still concentrating on rinsing his ass in front of me, and was resolutely unfazed about anything happening that moment as his hands massaged his butt cheeks -- quite thoroughly, might I add.