I turned and walked in to the apartment ready to finish the job at hand. As I walked into the bedroom looking for the mess, I noticed the box I had tr...pped over was in order and every thing else in the room seemed to be quite straitened up. The bed hadn't been stripped but the rest of the furniture had been at the apartment since yesterday so Katie's comment about a mess, had intrigued me.Looking around the room, I noticed a shoe box on the bed with no lid on it. The box looked to have pictures. Gently tweaking her nipple, I massaged my dick and occasionally looked up. Finally, I broke the silence."Could you finish me off while I feel both of them?"She shook her head firmly, and pushed my hand off of her tits."That's sick. I'm not touching your cock. You can forget it."She covered up her chest, and I begged."Come on... could you at least suck it a little? I'll finish it off myself."She rolled her eyes."You know this is gross, right? You're my brother."I looked on sadly."...and I was so. " I let a tiny note of hurt creep into my voice. "I work hard on my stories, and most of the time I don't get much feedback. I know the writing is supposed to be its own reward, but still, when I get a response like this it makes me feel good. I didn't realize you'd feel threatened by it." Take that, Ms. Bobbitt.She gritted her teeth for a moment, and then said "Good one, honey." The beauty of the "feeling threatened" remark, of course, was that she couldn't respond to it without making it seem. To capture a dungeon crab means to get down to the deepest part of its shell, where the most priceless metal is.”“Avenium, I’m guessing?”“Correct. Anyone who can secure a cup’s worth and present it to the kingdom becomes a noble. That’s why I need you to help Oath capture it.”“But as your son, isn’t Oath already set to inherit your title?”“Oath is… my third son. His oldest brother, Colt, was raised and groomed to be my successor, and the second oldest, Victor, was raised to be the successor if.