His bath followed same routine now and before long he was back looking TV serial.I went to help mother in kitchen (she always was doing something ther...) and she asked me if I handled the oil bath massage okay, and if any problems with your brother. I said everything went well and veranda was good place since it was nicely sheltered from neighbour views, I started to say something and stopped. Mother noticed and then said Anny are you okay, I think you want to ask me something.My plan was always. I knew that if this would go any further, we’d need some kind of lube. He pinched my pink nipples between his forefinger and thumb, twisting them just enough so I could feel it but not enough to be uncomfortable. As his cock swelled up to full-size I was relieved that the length didn’t increase that much, just the girth. He was a shower after all. Thank god.I noted with some amusement that he was bent over slightly, pulling his hips away from me because if he didn’t his cock would have pushed. There were still a few pieces of richly carved furnishings, big gold buttons on several garments that hung neatly on the wall and a few choice jewels in a case on his mantle. As he sat gloomily in his worn chair he thought about selling his great war axe."With its gold and jewel encrusted handle the thing should fetch at least a few good coins," he muttered. Then suddenly standing up, he shook his head no shouting, "I will not sell it!" and sat violently back into his chair.He was determined to. He asked me to undress while he watched, and I did as I was told, without thinking. As I stood there naked, my cock pointing straight out and dripping, he undid his robe and his body presented itself to me. We laid on the bed, facing each other as he kissed me again, this time our hands grabbing eachother's cocks. He kissed down my neck, his stubble scratching, but only increasing my desire.He took his time at each nipple; biting, licking and pulling. I was going CRAZY inside!! He breathed.