Is her mind playing tricks on her?

Sarah just stood there leaning on the counter staring at Mike. It was true it had been years since they bathed naked or shared any nudity what so ever. But there was no way that was his penis. She saw it once on accident when he was about 14, it wasn't nearly like that. Maybe half that size. So it couldnt be. Could it? Her eyes went back up to his face. He was clearly foggy and still not really awake as he sat and sipped his OJ. Her eyes went back down. She was trying to pretend her eyes had Xray vision. Trying to see how big it was. The lump made it look huge. Maybe he is playing a cruel joke? Stuffing a lumpy object in his underwear. Maybe thats it. She wasn't an expert on the subject, but penises don't have growth spurts like that, so late into puberty? Yeah, she was just seeing things. Imagining him with a big cock maybe. But why would she imagine that? She looked up again to make sure he wasn't paying attention. Nope, out of it. She wondered...Was he cut? Uncut? Thick? Thin? How fast does it grow? Does it have a curve? How big are his balls? What about the head? Sarah blinked and shook her head at herself as she was getting frustrated. This wasn't like her at all. She gritted her teeth and went back to the coffee maker which was done. She poured a cup.

At the same time Mike was totaly unaware of his sister's inner turmoil. He simply drank his juice before looking at her with his half-asleep gaze.

"Unh... You're making breakfast?" he asked, probably meaning to ask her if she can do some for him too. He was a lazy little bastard in the mornings. He slipped off the chair to put the OJ back into the fridge... Yes! She totally saw something this time. The shape and colour fits.. but seriously can he be this big?

"Ugh... So sleepy. Stayed up too long." he admitted, but with a slight smile. Sarah immediately knew that he was probably up late browsing porn on the Internet and he was now recalling the details. One thing made her sure of that, the lump in his underwear grew bigger....and thicker.

Still oblivious to his sibling's problems, he stretched and yawned with his hips forward and his torso leaning back, exposing once again just a tip of what seems to be his cock. This time even thicker and with more lively colours. The demon spirit was influencing these two like little puppets.

"You want some?" he asked, and it took her a moment to realize he's not talking about what she's looking at so intensively. He just shook the OJ bottle to make sure if she would like to drink some.

The demon beside her chuckled without a sound - at least without one mortals could hear. And he whispered to her mind, sending her a suggestion. If she touches it, she will be sure. She just needs to stage some situation where she can "accidentally" brush her hand against his crotch. Whether that's fake or real, she'll know right away...