Robin's just goofing around--with ultimate power!

"No, it's just a notebook I found!" you panic, struggling to tug your hands away from your mom's breasts to reach for the Rulebook. Heather lets out a soft yelp and scoots back on the bed as you plant your focus on Robin. The feeling of your mom's hand still stuffed down your pants as you do so is more than a bit uncomfortable, and you'd probably be smarting a lot more if you weren't in a bit of a panic. "Doesn't have anything in it except a few items some perv listed off!"

"Some perv is right--this is your handwriting, bro!" Robin's got more than enough lead-up to scoot back out of your reach and turn her backside to you, playing keep away as she reads off the rules. "What is this, some kind of list about a few of your favorite things? Topless dress codes and lame double-standards? Oh, and I'm sure just some random guy wrote down this note about dad, right?"

You manage to disentangle yourself from Heather and scramble over to Robin as she pads over to the bedroom door. But when you get close, she hip-checks you hard and you're left wheezing as your throbbing bulge hits Robin's ass--neither the throb nor the contact with her ass being the sort you might enjoy.

"What about a new rule, huh?" Robin says with a laugh, clearly enjoying this game a bit too much. She grabs the pencil and sets it to paper before you can stop her--or even catch your breath, really. "Michael's dick is ...?" She chews her lip and raises an eyebrow at you with an expectant look. All you can do is freeze in place and look pathetic, hoping she'll be merciful.

And if not, you can always kick the crap out of her and re-write the rule later, right?

She suppresses a little laugh and writes down the rest of the rule. Instantly you feel a tight cramp and your dick pushes past your half-undone fly. The contact of the zipper isn't as rough as you'd expect--uncomfortable, but not There's Something About Mary levels or anything--and the fly seems to splay out naturally as your cock pushes out into the open air and hovers at a lewd girth and at least a foot of length. "Oh my god," you hear your mother say, breathless on the bed as she inhales a sharp gasp. "Michael, you're--"

"--Porn-o-rific," Robin says in an almost reverently quiet voice, turning the Rulebook for you to see. New Rule: Michael's dick is porn-o-rific! An exclamation point. And underlined, too. You're not sure if those details have any bearing on the interpretation of the rule, but you sure feel underlined and exclamation pointed right now. Wide-eyed and somewhat dumbfounded, Robin looks down at the Rulebook with a look of amazed awe--or is it fear?