My sister Kelly

Kelly immediately walked through the front door wearing a lovely leather dress and boots with a nice voluptuous figure.

Timothy immediately covered up his little button dick again, especially since he now had a terrible problem in the junkular department.

Kelly announced herself, "How's it going, Steve?"

"I am doing well. How are you doing?"

"I could be better. I just finished a date with this jerk."

She was shocked to see Timothy in the nude, "Oh, I didn't know you were painting this evening."

There stood a naked Timothy covering his unimpressive shrimp dicky.

"C'mon Timothy, move those hands away and continue posing."

"Yeah, it's okay. It's not like you have anything I haven't seen before."

He reluctantly removed his hands and exposed his little dynamite. I looked at my sister's reaction.

Kelly's eyes widened, "Wow. Haha, he’s got a little one. I would call this a little micropinky. It’s so cute.”

I looked at it again, "More like a frightened turtle, and wait, Timothy, are you hard right now?"

He was agitated at this point, "Yes."

Kelly looked at me, and we started giggling.

"My sister is why your little guy got all boned up. I could barely tell your little member was all hard. Aww. It barely got any bigger. How big is it?"

"It is four inches."

Kelly and I looked at him with suspicion.

"Okay, it is two inches."

Again, we looked in disbelief.

"Fine! It is hard at one inch. Are you happy now?”

We looked at each other and burst into loud, hysterical laughter.

"I have no words, but okay, let's continue."

I walked up to Timothy to help him with a new position.

"I want you to be more relaxed and natural. You are so tense and rigid."

My eyes darted to his unmanly teeny weeny, "And remember, Timothy, just a little reminder, emphasis on ‘little,’ you can't get a woman with such a tiny, little boy pee-pee. You can forget all about Suzie at church."

"Shut up already."

"Aww, don't be mad you can't get a woman with a little boy’s penis like that, haha."

He snarled, "That is not true."

I looked at him sternly, came close to his small penis, and grabbed it with two fingers, basically covering the entire thing.

"Women aren’t into little boys. Admit that you can't get a woman with a penis so vile and puny."

"Alright, it is true."

"What's true?"

"I can't get a woman with a penis so freaking tiny."

"Good boy. I am glad you are learning."

I walked back and continued to draw a naked Timothy.

Kelly added, "Don't forget to draw Timothy's baby penis. Since it is so tiny, like a coach's whistle, you may forget to add it."

Timothy said, "Kelly, you need to shut it. No one asked for your opinion."

"Acting like a dick won't make yours any bigger."

"Haha, Nice one, sis."

"How about you come over here and suck my cock, Kelly?"

"How can I? There isn't anything to suck on."

Haha, that is so true, Kelly. There really isn't anything down there that can classify him as a man. I mean, even little two-year-olds have bigger goobers."

"You’ve got to stop painting newborn babies like Timothy here. He is so tiny and would make a great monk. He should be celibate because no woman will enjoy that ingrown stubby. What a microdicked stud."

After about an hour of constant insults and merciless ridicule, I finished the painting.

"Finally, can I have my clothes back?"

"That won't be necessary little fella. Just look at the painting. Bring your incredibly small dicklette over here for our enjoyment."

Timothy walked toward us, and we watched in awe as his little thing bounced left to right in such a springy, tiny fashion.

He looked at the painting. I decided to touch his little pee-pee. I flicked it back and forth with my index finger. I mean, the tip of my thumb was bigger than his hard dinkle.

He looked at me, "Hey. What are you doing?"

"Sorry, I couldn't resist flicking something so damn pathetic looking. How do you go through life with such a small package?”

He ignored me, "It is a magnificent painting with sharp and detailed finery, but where is my penis? It is obvious in this painting I have no penis."

"How is that different from you right now?"

"Please, don't send this in. I have a penis, it may be small, but I do have one."

"Stop being a big baby. I better powder that little thing," I said. I pointed at the painting, "It is right there."

"You can barely see it!"

"Look at it with binoculars, then. It is an accurate representation. I think it is my best painting."

"Please don't release this."

"I actually had an ulterior motive for painting you. Remember when I was a teenager, and you yanked my shorts down at the church retreat at the beach? Everyone saw me naked. It was mortifying. You also bullied me all the time when I was growing up. Imagine a grown man bullying a child. I vowed to get my **** on you, and now I will. Get out before I call the cops, you micropenis-carrying virgin loser."

"What about my clothes?"

"You don't need them. Run home, Tiny Tim, haha."

“Please, there must be something I can do.”