"Shit, Harlan," Cal said, "the boy takes after his pa, don't he? Biggest Goddamned dick I ever seen."

Harlan laughed. "Bigger than mine, Cal. Hey, Seth, turn yourself more around so Cal here can get a look at your crowbar."

"Aw, Pa," Seth said, but he spun around on his skinny ass, which made a rubbery squeaking sound against the wood of the floor. His enormous cock throbbed, standing vertical against his brown belly. The purple cockhead, half poking out of its foreskin, tapped his belly well up above the navel. His bloated brown balls rolled restlessly against the floor wood.

Cal whistled. "Goddamn! You ever measured the dang thing, boy?"

Seth's face turned almost as purple as his prickhead.

"Well, speak up, Seth," Harlan urged.

"Ten and a half inches," Seth said, "measured on top."

"I believe it," Cal said. "Shit!"

"That's a half inch longer than my own," Harlan said. "But you ain't seen nothing yet. Delbert! Delbert! Where in the hell are you? What in the hell you doing back there? Hiding?"

"Right here, Pa." Delbert stepped through the same door Ruby had. He looked like a miniature version of Seth – wiry, brown, with a mop of shaggy wheat-colored hair. He held a pillow in front of his loins to hide his total nakedness.

Harlan laughed, and Cal guffawed.

"Drop that fool pillow," Harlan said. "Dang you, boy – you run around the farm without your pants on half the time, and here you come trying to hide your prick with a pillow."