Lemy Loud had always been jealous of his brother, Lyle. Lyle was smart, charasmatic, and seemed to float through life on a tide of luck and good fortune whereas Lemy staggered along like a drunk. Lemy took every chance he could get to one up Lyle, and delighted in the ultra meg rare occasions when he bested the little trap. Two days ago, Lyle tried to seduce Loli and failed - she slapped him so hard his face was STILL red. Lemy relished this...and decided that he would succeed where Lyle failed.
 
His secret weapon was The Horn. AKA his dick. One of the very few ways in which Lemy was bettr than Lyle was his dick. It was a full two inches bigger than Lyle’s. It may not see as much action as Lyle’s Arrow, but the girls who DID take a chance on it left wanting more.
 
On a bright Saturday morning, Lemy jumped in the shower before anyone else was up and made sure he was extra clean and good smelling for Loli. Done, he wraped a towel around his waist and went into the hall, where a pack of his sisters waited for their turn. Liby and Lacy both caressed him with their eyes, Lacy leering pervishly. They both knew the awesome power of the Horn and bugged him endlessly for rides. Sorry, girls, today it’s Loli’s turn.
 
He went downstairs and, true to form, Loli was bustling around the dining room preparing Dad’s place. Loli couldn’t cook worth a shit, but by some strange hoodoo magic, when she cooked for Dad, it always came out perfect. The smell of eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast filled the air, and Lemy’s stomach rumbled.
 
Loli hummed an airy tune as she moved between the kitchen and the dining room, her long, slender legs bare and her DADDY panties peeking out from under her oversized sweater. The Horn stood tall and proud, and Lemy smirked. There was no way in hell Loli would be able to resist once she saw.
 
She came in from the kitchen and sat a plat laden with food at the head of the table. She turned, saw him from the corner of her eye, and turned. “Hey,” he said.
 
Then let the towel drop.
 
Loli’s eyes widened and her jaw fell.
 
”Whoops,” Lemy said and squinted sexily.
 
Loli’s eyes shimmered. She was totally into it. Ha, fuck you, Lyle.
 
”Like what you see?” Lemy asked.
 
That’s when Loli started to laugh. She covered her mouth with one hand and slapped her knee with the other.
 
Lemy frowned.
 
”Daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy.”
 
A blush touched Lemy’s cheeks. “It’s almost as big as Dad’s,” he said defensively.
 
Loli threw her head back and waved him off like an insignificant bug, her cruel, mocking laughter like jagged blades in the pit of Lemy’s stomach.
 
“His is twelve inches and mine’s ten,” Lemy argued.
 
Giggling, Loli held her thumb and forefinger an inch apart. “Daddy.” Then she spread her hands like a woman playing the accordian. “DAAAAADDY.”
 
”That’s not true,” Lemy spat, “there’s only a two inch difference. That’s not a lot.”
 
Loli put her hands on her hips. “Daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy.”
 
Now Lemy was upset. “I could too please you with this little thing!”
 
Loli shrieked laughter, and Lemy realized his mistake. “I mean, it’s not little!”
 
Loli pointed and laughed.
 
”Fine!” Lemy cried, burning tears filling his eyes, “screw you...bitch.”
 
He spun and stalked off, thoroughly humiliated yet again.
 
”Daddy daddy, daddy daddy.”
 
Lemy gritted his teeth.
 
See you, little man, she had said.