Lady Owner: Cock-a-doodle-doo.

It was time to try out his new spring furnishing. I lifted myself from Pam's breasts after giving her swell a quick kiss, which she smiled at.

"AJ."

He grunted. I looked him over. Desire tingled in my loins.

"...I want to... do it. With you."

Clink.

The chair was scooched back once more as the hot, slim hunk took my crude outburst with no reservations whatsoever. "Ok."

He began pulling down his pants. I gave a glance Pamela's way. She had turned her eyes, fixated on some bird hopping by the window sill. A complete 180 from the love and affection she had just been displaying a second ago. What I had Idone was instill in her an utter lack of interest in the sexual escapades I had my brother undergo with me, to the point where she would be bored by the mere thought of it. I decided to test this out.

"Mom?" I started, helpfully tucking her boobs back into her shirt.

"Yes, dear?"

"Me and AJ are going to fuck now." When I was done, I patted her cleavage and looked up at her face.

Not a flinch went over Pamela's brow as she broke out into a yawn, covering her mouth quickly. "Oh, excuse me!"

"Mom, did you hear me?"

"Hm? Oh, yes, dear. You and AJ are about to fuck. Oh, look at that one." Despite the significant implications, her tone implied she was miles away. She continued to follow the birds with her gaze, barely even paying attention to her undressing son in the a few feet away from her.

This was so weird, but also pretty funny. I went on. "Um, wouldn't that be kind of inappropriate? Especially right here, in front of you. Not to mention we're technically siblings."

"Do what you want, dear, you're all nearly adults, now." Pamela practically waved the worries away with a diffident sigh. I felt my thighs clench together. Something about seeing my sometimes high strung step mom letting me have my way was empowering.

BOING!

The sight of a huge, bouncing penis took my attention, and I turned to see AJ naked and on his feet. In between his legs was his new, monster penis, and up top, a torso sculpted as if to be soaked in girls' gazes. I let my eyes wander to his abs and his arms and strong shoulders. I don't know, maybe it was the lighting. But he looked even better here than he had in the shower. I wondered if he lotioned up. Some guys didn't like to admit to their body care routines.

I pointed at his cock. Then I drew circles in the air.

As hoped, his hard penis followed suit, going down as my finger went down, going up as it went up. The surrealness of seeing me work live telekenesis on my own brother's genitals sent a thrill through me.

I balled my hand. His cock suddenly thickened, veins and all, and spurted out globs of white semen. It spilled all across the floor, over the table, and even landed on my mom's trousers.

"Cute little birds," sighed Pamela, as I climbed off the table and looked my step-brother over in approval.