Compromise

Your sister and her world defining endowments are beyond all compare or measure. What it means to be, is to be her penis.

Nothing you could do would ever possibly change that.

Yet here you hover, silently in the void, defined against her perfect huge. Desperately clasping for even that pathetic antithetical presence that is carved into your being.

Existing proper is beyond you, but maybe something else?

You strain desperately, not to cut away some piece of the world for yourself, but instead aspiring to the lesser task of merely being represented as opposed to actually present.

With nearly every ounce of your spirit you attempt to stain, warp, or pervert the world that is your sister's cock into some acknowledgement of yourself. And before you can be conscious of the outcome, the world fades from your perception...