A Size Matter

When Cathy walked through the front door the phone was ringing. She picked it up.

"Mrs. Hansen?"

"Yes."

"This is County General Hospital. Your son is here and we want you to come down right away."

"O my god! Has he been in an accident?"

"We think the doctor should discuss that with you."

"Okay, bye."

She threw down her brief case, scribbled a quick note to her girls and shot out the door. All the way to the hospital, wild thoughts scampered across her mind. She had no idea about what to think. She almost ran through the doors to the emergency room.

"I'm Cathy Hansen," she announced to the nurse at the desk.

"Please follow me," the nurse said.

The nurse led her to a doctor's office. Inside she met Dr. Philips. "Please have a seat Mrs. Hansen," he said, indicating a chair next to his desk.

"Where is my boy? Is he going to be alright? What happened?"

"Your son tried to commit suicide," the doctor replied. "We can't figure out why and he won't tell us. He was passed out on the floor of the washroom at work and he had an empty bottle of sleeping pills in his hand. Do you have any idea why he would do such a thing?"

"No, this is all a shock to me. I know he has been feeling a little down lately, but I have no clue as to why he would do such a thing."

"We are going to release him to you, but we strongly suggest that you seek psychiatric help for him."

"Can I see him now?"

"Yes, but be careful, he is not ion the best shape. We had to pump his stomach and we've got him on some anti depressant drugs. I'll give you a prescription. Don't let him miss a dose."

The doctor wrote the prescription and led her to Greg's room. Greg smiled shyly when he saw her. "Hi mom. I'm sorry about this."

"Greg, how could you? Have I done something wrong? Did your sisters? Why did you do it?"

"I have my reasons. I will not tell anyone."

"I have to get a prescription filled for you. I'll be back."

Seeing that he was okay was a big relief to her. She really loved her son and would do anything for him. When she got back to his room, her two daughters were there. They were both sobbing softly and hugging their brother. "Mama, what are we going to do?" asked Katrina, the twenty year old. Chelsea, two years older than Katrina and four years older than her brother said, "Yeah, what are we going to do?"

"First we're gonna get him home. We'll decide what to do then."

A nurse appeared with a release form. Cathy signed it; they gathered Greg's stuff up and went home.

Greg shuffled despondently into the living room and plopped down on the couch. The girls surrounded him. "So, what caused you to gulp down a bottle of sleeping pills?" asked Cathy.

"I have my reasons and they are good ones. I won't tell you or anyone else. It's none of your business."

"If that's your attitude, I'm going to go ahead and get a psychiatrist for you. I'll bet he can pry it out of you!"

"I won't talk to a shrink! I am not a lunatic. Can't you just leave me alone?"

"No we can't," said Chelsea. "You are part of our family and we are going to help you even if you don't want it."

"You girls go to your brother's room and remove anything he might use to kill himself with."

When the girls returned she said, "Some body's going to have to watch him twenty four, seven until we figure this out."

The girls set up a round the clock watch schedule. Someone would check on him every fifteen minutes.

Two weeks later, during Katrina's watch shift, she made a startling discovery. Greg had left the bathroom door ajar. When she checked, she heard the shower running. Thinking she might get to watch him jack off and squirt in the shower, she eased in the door and spied on him. He wasn't jacking off; he was staring sadly at the smallest dick she had ever seen. It was only three inches or so long and it was hard. She eased back out of the bathroom and went into the living room to think about what she had witnessed.

As she pondered the situation, it suddenly occurred to her why Greg was always so sad. When her mother and sister got home, she called a conference. "I think I may have discovered why Greg tried to take the coward's way out and why he won't talk about it."

"What is it?" Cathy demanded.

"I can't tell you yet because it's personal and private. I have decided how to fix it though."

"When are you going to tell us? Chelsea asked.

"If my cure works, I'll tell you tomorrow. Why don't you guys go out and get a hamburger or something while I try my cure?"

"We'll try this one time, but if it doesn't work, we still want to know what you found out," declared Cathy.

The two women left. As soon as she was sure they were gone, Katrina walked into Greg's bedroom. "Don't you ever knock?"

"I'm not her to be polite. I'm here to fix your problem."

"You don't even know what my problem is."

"Oh yes I do. I spied on you in the shower. I saw your problem."

"What? You had no right to spy on me. I ought to kick your ass!"

"I'm not toying with you, I want to help you."

"How?"

"Take off your clothes."

"What?"

"Take off your clothes. Your problem can only be solved if you are naked."

Greg reluctantly shucked his jeans and t-shirt.

"The shorts too," she demanded

He slowly dropped his shorts. He displayed a full body blush.

"Come sit beside me," she patted the bed beside her.

"I don't know what you're doing, but I know it isn't right," he said.

"Drastic times call for drastic measures. Open your legs."

He spread his legs, revealing his tiny penis and two very large balls.

"Oh, wow! Look at those nuts! I bet they are full of cum!" she excitedly remarked. "How far do you shoot when you cum?"

"I don't know. I've never cum. I can't even make it stiff."

"I can fix that," she said as she grasped his little dick. She started to stroke it using her thumb and two fingers. Soon her efforts started to pay off as his dick hardened up. She jerked him faster and harder. "This isn't getting it," she thought. She held the little cock up and dipped her lips to it. Then she sucked it all in.

"Oh god, what are you doing to me?" Greg whined.

She took her mouth off of his dick and said, "I'm giving you a blow job. Shut up and enjoy it." She went back to ravishing his nail hard dick. She felt him twitch and knew he would cum soon. She sucked harder and ran her tongue around the end of it. As she stuck her tongue in the little hole on top, he started cumming. Those great big nuts emptied through the little penis with volcanic force. She thought he might drill a hole through the back of her head, but she kept sucking and swallowing until he was dry.

He lay quivering in a pool of sweat. "Damn, I never felt anything like that before!" he exclaimed.

"Shut up and kiss me," she replied. She rammed her tongue into his mouth. He could taste himself in her. She sucked on his tongue and played with it. "Your juice tastes real good. How do you feel about living now?"

"For the first time since I was six, I feel great. Can we do that some more?"

"That's not all we'll do. I'm gonna do everything to you that a woman can do to a man. By the time I'm done with you, you'll whistle a happy tune where ever you go. Lay still. I want to play with it some more."

The other two girls noted the change of attitude in Greg. He was happy and smiling. At first Cathy tough he might have taken too many anti depressant pills. They assembled for their girl's conference. "Okay, what was wrong with Greg?" asked Cathy.

"I discovered that he has a little bitty cock."

"And what did you do about that," asked Chelsea.

"I gave him a blow job."

"YOU DID WHAT?" roared Cathy.

"I gave him a blow job. I praised his prick. I swallowed his cum. I sucked him dry."

"Why in the hell would you do such a thing?" demanded Cathy.

"Do you see the results? Calm down and think about it. After only one treatment, he is happy, at least a little. When is the last time you saw him smile? He's smiling now!"

Cathy and Chelsea fumed and smoked for a while. Then they thought over the past few years and the near miss with the sleeping pills. They looked at each other. They looked at Katrina, who was smiling. "What are you smiling about?"

"Well, the deed is done. You can't take back a blow job. I'm gonna do it again. It really tasted pretty good."

"How far do you plan on taking this?" asked Cathy.

"As far as I can. I'm going to make him try eating my pussy. I'm going to make him do anal. I'm gonna fuck him and if I have to, I'll have his baby!"

"What are we supposed to do while you are committing incest with your brother?" asked Cathy.

"I was kind of hoping you two would help me. Someone is going to have to sleep with him every night until all thoughts of suicide are gone. I don't know how many blow jobs I can give in a week. I need some help here."

Cathy and Chelsea huddled in a corner and some rather animated conversation drifted back to Katrina's ears. When they returned, Cathy said, "We've decided to help you. Since you are the instigator, how are we going to work this?"

"You guys will have to go to him one at a time and at least blow him. You can't back out once you are with him. I think mom ought to go next. The day after she does him, Chelsea can do him. Whoever fucks him in the day sleeps with him at night until we get him over the hump. I'll sleep with him tonight. I'm already wound up and rarin' to go. Now, you have to honor your commitment. If you don't you could fracture his psyche and we'd leave him worse off than before."

She left Cathy and Chelsea in the living room and scampered to Greg's bedroom. "It's time to try something new," she said as she lay down on her back and spread her legs. "Lick my pussy."

Greg's union with his sisters and his mother didn't produce any offspring, but after a year of daily blow jobs and intense fucking, his cock slowly grew to five inches. He could look at it with pride. He could even get his fist around it if he wanted to jack it off, but with constant daily sex, he laughed at the notion of sex by himself. He resolved to try to keep his little harem forever.