>>1837126Part 3-
That towel was not doing a very good job at keeping his brother covered, thought Martin. It just kept sliding downwards, as if to torture the elder Kratt. He should stop looking and tell Chris to be decent in their home, but for some reason he did not. He waited quietly as the towel revealed inch by inch of Chris’ delicious skin, finally dropping to the floor with a dull thud. Chris didn’t even seem to notice this; he was far too into his flossing. Martins mind went blank as he took in his brothers body. His tan somehow stayed even-toned all over, as if the sun decided that no piece of clothing was going to mar this man with a tan-line. Interestingly enough, the droplets that had crawled down Chris’ back earlier had once again not all been soaked up by the towel. Some remained perched on that smooth round ass, while others kept creeping lower still, disappearing into the cleavage-
“Hey Martin! Quit zoning out and get in the shower, if that’s what you’ve been waiting there for.” Chris called out to him good-humouredly. Martin smiled back at him a bit relieved that his previous train of thought had been derailed for the moment. What had gotten into him?
“As long as you stop admiring your reflection and give me enough space to do so bro’.” He replied easily, not getting an eyeful of his brothers’ naked glory at all as the later practically pranced out of the small bathroom sans towel. “And would you please put on something before prancing about like that?!” he added.
Chris just waggled his eyebrows and flexed like the manliest gods of mount Olympus might have done, grinning like a fool.
“My naked glory needs no cover for it is as free as it is awesome!” He declared in an attempted manly voice. The image he gave off was more that of a child running around uncensored by clothing and on a sugar-high than that of a manly god of Mount Olympus, but to Martin it was a tantalizing view nonetheless.
