Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2022 13:45:35 +0100
From: I Dusk
Subject: Husband Of My Homophobic Sister (14)

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  Chapter 14 - One good day, part 3 - Making love

"Now. Let's get real. If you tell me that the two of you are seriously
only friends, I will apologize to you, Nate, if I offended you. But you
have to be bloody special friends if Rick lets you call him anything
other than Rick."
He raised one finger and pointed it at me. "That man is fussier about
what names people call him than anyone I've met. It's like weird OCD,
or in his case, fetish, I think."
He raised his second finger.
"Second, he is not that considerate to his friends that he would bring
them as plus one on something like this. Party, club, or festival, sure,
I could see that, but meeting like this, it's just not his style. We are
closer to him than his late parents, and he introduced us to enough
boyfriends and fuckbuddies I care to count, but he never brought one
friend to my house. Especially not since Sheila was born. That man has
too much respect for that. So, you could maybe be best friends if ..."
He raised his third finger.
"The way you two steal glances at each other, it's obvious that you
fucked. And the way you are acting makes me confident enough to say this
all in front of you both."
We looked at each other. Nate smiled and turned to Ben. "It's true."

"What the fuck are you two doing?" Courtney whispered.
"I don't know. It just happened."
"What about Ashley?" asked Courtney judgingly.
"We don't know," I said. I felt like a teenager in front of loving
parents that are giving me shit for something wrong I did.
"How real is this here?" Ben asked, looking sternly at Nate
"Very." He said seriously
"Are you bi or closeted?"
"For most of my life, I thought I was asexual, to be honest."
Ben looked at Courtney in bewilderment, she shook her head, and oddly for
her, she was quiet most of the time. Typically, Courtney is the one
giving me shit, and Ben is the steady, firm one that listens, and when
speaking, I shake with guilt. Now they just gave me an uncomfortable
switch, and I didn't know what to feel like.
"How do..." his voice went quiet when we heard noises getting closer.
Kid chatters and steps down the stairs.
"Don't tell Peter yet; it would break his heart."
"Dora would be fine but let's not go there right now," said Courtney.

Sheila ran down first, and behind her was Peter, with Dora holding her
baby Brian. I hadn't seen that little guy since he was born when I went
to the hospital to look at him. He was so small. Sheila grabbed Ben by
the leg, and he raised her.
"Do you want to meet uncle Rick?" Dora asked that little chubby face
with big blue eyes. He looked at her and touched her nose. He was funny.
"Do you want to hold him?" she looked at me.
"Sure, come here, buddy." Honestly, three years ago, when I first held
Sheila, I was afraid to touch that little person, but now seeing her
grow, I felt fine taking little Brian in my arms and flying with him from
the stairs like he was a plane. He chuckled, and his moms and Peter went,
"Rick!"
"Sure, fine, don't worry, I won't break him, I promise." I was saying
to his round chuckling face.
Sheila asked for some sweets, and Ben told her she had just woken up and
could have some later. So Peter took her to the kitchen to get her a
drink, and the rest of us sat talking in the living room.
I played with Brian's feet and arms and moved them into soft music in
the background. I couldn't help but look at Nate. He had this dreamy,
happy smile as he was looking at us.

Dora leaned to Courtney and kissed her softly, then whispered something.
"Yeah, but Ben doesn't want to say anything to Peter yet."
"You think he seriously doesn't know?"
"If Peter knew, he would probably throw him out." They were whispering,
but in a way that Ben, me, and Nate could hear them, and they didn't
care. I rolled my eyes and grinned at Nate. He smiled and looked again at
the little guy in my lap.
"Why?"
"I will tell you later. Just believe me for now, baby."
Dora went to Nate and sat next to him. "Do you want to hold him?"
"Can I?"
"Sure."
"Here," I told him softly and handed him this little bundle of joy.
Nate took it awkwardly, and Dora corrected him a little, softly
whispering to Brian, "Say hi to Nate." Seeing his relaxed mother's
face, Brian calmed pretty quickly and looked at Nate. Nate seemed to be
holding the most fragile treasure, looking humbly into his face.
"Hi, little buddy." He took his little hand and moved it slightly. When
Brian's little fingers squeezed his thumb, Nate's eyes looked as if he
was going to cry.
"Thank you." Nate looked at Dora and gently gave him back. "If you
excuse me for one moment." He stood up and went to the bar. "Does
anyone want something to drink?" He asked softly while he was pouring
water for himself out of the jug.

We looked at each other in confusion. It was somehow emotional for him.
Girls looked at me for an explanation, but I didn't have any. Then Ben
stood up and walked up to him. That big black tower looked huge next to
anyone, even my 6.2ft Nate. It was fascinating to see. They stood there
for some time talking, but I couldn't hear a word.
Dora sat Brian in her lap and looked at them.
"Nate seems like a decent guy." She said quietly
"Except for the cheating with brother-in-law part." Said, Courtney
"Well, that is kind of unfortunate. True."
"Do you love him?"
"I don't know. I like him a lot. But everything is getting very fast,
and we still don't know what will happen when Ash returns."
"How long are you two together?"
"Depending on the term together."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I came to live with them a couple of months back, but we started
talking normally only about three weeks ago and slept together for the
first time last Sunday. So, a week?" Now saying it aloud just sounded
ridiculous. I haven't looked at them yet, but by the silence, I
anticipated the worst. So I turned to them, and I was right. They gazed
at me speechless as if I should be joking, but it was too fucked up to be
a joke.
"A week?"
"Are you serious?"
"Do you think Nate will tell Ben?"
"Oh, girl, you will know when he will say it to Ben. Trust me," said
Courtney
"Are you angry with me?" I asked, feeling a bit guilty, I know how
serious their kids are for them, and Ben once told me that I should
choose wisely who I will bring to show to their kids because they will
not try to explain to them every time I get someone new where the last
one is. Courtney was then over there with Dora, and they agreed with Ben
on that.

"Fuck, man."
"Courtney, language!"
"Damn girl, give me a free pass for today, this is fucked up, and Brian
has just a few months. Fuck!" she crossed her arms in front of her.
"Like look, it's your life, and I love you. However you choose to live
it, but until this turns out to be the love of your life and not just
homewrecking in the heat of the moment, I can't say that I agree. At
all. Damn. A fucking week. Don't cover his ears, Dora."
"I know, I am not comfortable with it either, but it feels so fucking
special. I never had something like this. Fuck. He knows." I stopped and
instantly forgot what I wanted to say when Ben looked menacingly at me
and back at Nate.
We all looked at Ben. If we stood, we would take a step back in reflex. I
would probably run and stop myself after a couple of miles. That's how
nervous I was now. I thought I should go there and guard Nathaniel, but
when I looked at him, I fell into shock; with my mount wide open, I was
speechlessly looking at him.
That man looked up into Ben's eyes, not budging. He saw the look of death
and stared into it with confidence and bravery I never saw. Especially
when Ben looked angry, and he definitely was furious! Nate said something
in a calm and quiet tone. He hadn't even used his famous stone mask, just
a peaceful stoic expression as if he understood Ben's problem with the
situation but was confident enough to stand his judgment.
Damn, he looked so hot right then. Their conversation lasted a good
couple of minutes. The three of us just watched this silent spectacle
wishing we could hear what they were saying.
After a while, Ben's face changed. He looked angry, but you could see the
respect he gained for this man in front of him, and I was proud. I was so
proud I could hug him.

"What are they talking about?" We all jumped when Peter came with
Sheila in his arms, looking worried at Ben and Nate.
"Can I play with the baby?" said a little voice, saving us all.
"Sure, you can, honey." Peter put her down
Ben and Nate realized Peter was here, and both came to us. Sheila was a
bit embarrassed in front of Nathaniel, but he sat on the floor and hid
behind my leg with a little smile. Then peeked out, as did she, from
behind Peter. They played like this for a minute, and soon she asked him
if he would like tea from her kitchen. Finally, after only ten minutes,
she took him from us completely and wouldn't let go of him until she had
to go into the bath.

Then Ben and Courtney went to put the babies to sleep and, after a while,
came back. Ben opened his new rum and handed it to everyone except Dora.
"You are staying the night?" I asked Courtney. She nodded.
"I would invite you also, but I think you both will be comfortable in
your bed as opposed to our couch,"  Ben said into his drink.
"Sure. I am not much of a drinker; if you are ok with it, I can drive,
Richard."
All looked at me. "Yeah, sure, you can." Knowing full well my friends
know that NO ONE was ever allowed to drive my car. Ben once drove it when
'No' wasn't the answer for him, and I was too drunk to debate with him,
but I usually just left the car and took a cab wherever I was.
"Hmm." Peter exhaled with raised eyebrows but said, "Happy Birthday,
darling!" kissed Ben and sipped from his glass.

Rest of the night, we sat and talked and laughed. We talked about
college, weird life experiences, and all the shit adults speak of when
they finally don't have to think that children could hear them. Ben
loved his present and poured himself good four glasses throughout the
night, moaning about how amazing that stuff was each time. Nate was
excellent, he could easily fit into our group, charming and funny, and
the only thing I was sorry for was that I couldn't hold him and kiss him
as others did with their partners.
I went to the kitchen to refill the jug with water when Ben came after
me.
"Want water?"
He looked at me like I should know better. I inhaled and waited for my
judgment.

"If that guy were single, I would force you into dating him. He is, I
have to say, bloody special. I like him a lot. Damn, man, he is
amazing." I could hear in his voice he was slightly drunk.
"But I still can't tell you I support this. Fuck, when I heard you two
had been together for a week and you decided to bring him in here, I was
seriously thinking of dragging you both out of my door for such
disrespect. I was so angry with you like I don't think I've ever been.
You are risking everything over the guy you spoke properly to for just a
few weeks. I somehow thought you two were together for at least a couple
of months, or maybe you knew each other before all this, I don't know,
anything. But a fucking week." he shook his head.
"I know; I can't properly explain it either."

"What were you thinking, man?"
"I don't think I was thinking. Honestly."
"Seems like it. But still. He is fucking hot. I'll give you that."
He gulped more from his glass and twisted it in his hand.
"He's bottom?"
I looked at him. This was Ben I knew in college. Marriage changed him a
lot.

"Mostly and fucking good one. The first times he was a bit
inexperienced, and it showed, but he can now deep-throat like fucking
pro. He loves being submissive, and the smell of my sweat and cum is
seriously turning him into a hungry slut."
Right, I am getting drunk myself.
Ben growled as he watched Nate say something and the rest of the group
started laughing so hard they were crying.

"Daddy, sir, or master?" he said in a growl. I could tell he was
getting aroused with this. Knowing Ben, Peter has a hell of a night
waiting for him.
"I like, sir. He tried daddy, but it just didn't feel right."
"Hmm ... nice. What about Master?"
"As sure you know, Master never grew on me."
He smirked but said nothing. I could see his dick growing, and he
adjusted it a little.

I don't know why but I wanted to push him further. "But I must say his
blowjob is nothing compared to how he can rim a hole. That boy is making
me seriously crazy when he's doing it. I made him do it to me a few times
and nearly came so hard I had to stop him. If I could cum only from
behind, it would probably be from his tongue in my hole." I looked at Ben
and saw it was working. "And I have to say one thing, he topped me once,
and it was fucking special."
Now Ben looked at me. Knowing our history and the fact that we were a
little drunk, some weird ancient electricity sparked between us. He took
me by the nape and leaned closer to my ear.
"That better must have been." Then he let go of me and looked at Nate,
raising glass towards him. I looked as well and saw that Nate was looking
at us. I couldn't read his expression.
"I think the two of you should leave before I drink more of these," Ben
said, looking deep into Nathaniel's eyes. I knew better than to argue.

"Ladies, I don't know about you, but I am a bit drunk, and I have a
tough day ahead of me tomorrow, so I need to go to sleep. Nate, would it
be ok if we went?"
"Sure." He said with a smile, and we hugged everyone and said our
goodbyes. Ben looked at us with captivating intensity and walked us to my
car. Saying only, "Take care, boys." As he stood in the driveway.

I just relaxed and let Nathaniel take my keys. I sat and watched him
drive.
"Stop here, please," I spoke after we were a couple of miles away on an
empty road.
"Here?"
"Yes, Nate, here." He stopped, and the second he turned off the engine,
I took his head and mounted his lips, opening them with my tongue. We
made out for a long time until we were both out of breath and hard as
rocks.
"I wanted to do this the whole fucking day!" I kissed him again and
feasted on his moans.
"I want you so bad, Richard!" he went for his seatbelt when I stopped
him.
"No, I want to make love to you tonight. I promised, and I don't want
to do it in the car Nathaniel."
He smiled at me. "Then let's go home."

The rest of the way was silent; we held hands until he parked in our
driveway. When we came home, he pushed me into closed doors and kissed me
sensually. I unbuttoned his shirt and slid it to the floor while kissing
him. He took my shirt and pulled it over my head and then went down my
torso kissing it and licking my nipples and my abs while unbuckling my
pants and slowly unzipping them. I pulled him up. I kissed and turned
with him, so he was now against the door. I licked his neck and kissed
his shoulders while opening his pants.
He took my head in his hands and looked at me. Then, he kissed me and
pushed me away again.
"Let me go shower, Richard."
"What? No. Just stay like this." I kissed him in a hormonal rage.
"Richard. Let's do this right. I want to have you too." He looked into
my eyes like he was sending a message I didn't get yet. Then I got it.
"Are you sure?" I asked
"Are you? His beautiful, caring eyes looked at me like I was the most
beautiful being in his sight. I loved it.
"Ok, Nathaniel." I kissed him for the last time before leaving and
heading up the stairs.

I went into our bathroom, and I could see he headed into one downstairs.
I am not going into detail about this. One of the reasons I don't do
bottoming much is this process that needs to be done, but I wanted to do
it for him, and I agreed we both would feel much more at ease.

I went out and aired the room. I was feeling nervous. I was overwhelmed
from the whole day, and I just stood in the window in my bathrobe; I
don't even wear it usually, but It felt right this time. His hands
embraced me from behind, and his lips kissed my neck. I closed my eyes,
let him kiss my nape, and closed the window behind me.
I turned to him and looked into his eyes before kissing him, he held me
by the waist, and I opened his robe, guiding him towards my bed. I laid
on him and straddled his waist, sitting with his erect dick pressed to my
butt cheeks. I opened my robe and tossed it aside, leaving the belt in my
hand. He looked at it. As he watched, I slowly pulled on it and rolled it
around my hand. Then I reached with that hand aside and let it slide to
the floor. He smiled, and I kissed him. He rolled with me, and when he
sat on me, I helped him undress, he did the same thing with the belt, and
as he was holding it, he looked at me and said, "But I want to try it
sometime." Then he let it fall on the floor while watching me smile.
I reached up and caressed his breast and flat stomach. I sat beneath him,
kissed his nipples, and raised his arm to lick his armpit. He moaned and
leaned to my neck and shoulders, kissing them. Soon we were rolling and
kissing different parts of our bodies, our cocks crying for attention and
wanting more each time we cherished one another. At some point, we were
in 69. He was at my ass and started to lick my crack, slowly and
painfully arousing me to madness. I moaned, shaking and turning to suck
his cock while my fingers caressed his entrance. Nate took my balls in
his mouth and sucked slightly, but with his gentle tongue move, he made
me growl into his cock. After a while, I took charge and pulled away from
him, moving between his knees. I slid lower and raised his knees, rimming
that beautiful pussy. He moaned, his belly shook above me, and his dick
leaked.
"Richard, please claim me."
I raised above his head. "You want me to own you, Nathaniel?"
He took my head into his palms and kissed me lovingly. "Yes, Richard."

I slid my hands on his knees, priming his ass to stretch for me with one
hand. I then aimed the head of my cock at his rosebud. I looked into
Nate's eyes as I pushed slightly in. He moaned and exhaled, moving
towards me and welcoming me in. I pushed on his crack and sank deep into
his body while looking at him. My hand caressed his facial features, and
I leaned in and kissed him again while slowly doing little movements back
and forth. I pushed further, now buried whole inside him. His tightness
and warmth surrounded me, and I moaned and kissed him harder. We started
to move in sync, our bodies dancing with lust and love.
We looked at each other as we moved, and I wished that moment could
freeze in time and we would spend eternity like this. After a while, he
rolled me on my back and sat on me, still impaled on my cock with his
shaking and giving pussy. I watched him and brushed his torso in passion
as he started moving and grinding on me. His eyes were dazed as he parted
his lips. I sat and kissed them while I trusted from beneath. He moaned,
and his cock jerked as I spat on my hand and started to stroke him
gently. He took that hand and kissed it. We were both coming closer to
the edge, and he seemed he didn't want to cum just yet. He gently laid
me on my back and raised himself off my cock. Then he laid on top of me
and kissed me.

I felt his hands on my knees as he tenderly spread them and lay between
them. I started shaking with anticipation. I looked into his eyes and
smiled nervously, raising my thighs off the mattress and onto his waist.
He pulled my right leg and set it on the bed, spreading me in front of
him. He looked up, took a bottle of lube with his left hand, and brought
it back to my hole. Nate kept looking into my eyes. I felt his fingers
press against my hole, causing me to moan. When one of his lubed-up
fingers pushed into me, I gasped loudly in pleasure. Nate smiled,
satisfied, and leaned for another kiss. He added a second finger,
stretching my hole out and sending shivers up and down my body.
Nate started fingering me, reaching my button as I looked at him,
shallowly breathing under him. Soon, I felt a third finger slide deeper
inside me and start pushing in and out, triggering waves of pain and
pleasure. At that moment, nothing felt more right.
"Claim me, Nathaniel."
He seemed to be moved by those words leaning to me and kissing me as I
felt his fingers leave my hole and the head of his cock pressing at my
crack. It was there, waiting. He raised his head and looked at me like he
wanted to say something but was afraid. I saw it in his eyes and didn't
want to hear it either.
"Me too, Nathaniel, but please don't say it yet." I pleaded, knowing
those words would raise me high but simultaneously break me. He nodded
and kissed me again as he slowly pushed inside. I felt him filling me,
and slight pain was giving way to pleasure in waves as he moved in a slow
dance into me.
When he filled me, he looked at me again and kissed my eyes; I didn't
even realize I had tears in them until I felt him kissing them from my
cheeks. He moved gently and slowly, raising the intensity and speed the
whole time, either kissing me or looking at me with a smile. We hadn't
spoken; we were immersed in that moment fully. As if nothing existed, we
created a single universe just for us, just for this moment.
I felt myself shaking and my balls tense when his dickhead pressed
against my prostate; it sent shockwaves of pleasure running all over my
body. I pulled up and rolled onto him, straddling his pole and moving on
his dick in circular movements. Nate was watching me and sat so he could
kiss my neck and nipples. He raised my arm and licked my now sweaty
armpits, breathing me in and moving my hips with his other hand. We both
felt we are near, and it won't take long for any of us.

"Can I claim you, Richard?"
"Take me!"
With that, he rolled me on my back again and locked my ankles behind his
back, trusting into me while holding my neck and looking into my eyes
with love and lust. I could feel his dick jerking inside me, and I
squeezed my muscles to bring him the most pleasure I could. Finally, he
moaned and started cumming inside me.
He trembled for a while, and I held and kissed him until he returned to
me. Then he looked into my eyes, and I couldn't restrain myself any
longer. I put him down on the mattress and took his softening dick gently
inside my mouth, licking it, then I raised his legs again and licked his
pussy, while he moaned and held my hair. I sat next to him and asked.
"Can I now claim you, Nathaniel?"

"Please, baby." I let that go for now, still too immersed in this
moment. I lay on him, and now on an absolute edge, I put my dick into his
warm pussy. I growled, and in total agony from overstimulation, I started
pounding into him.
I was on edge for so long that it was the best feeling ever to watch him
take me inside, squeezing my shaft with that hot, welcoming hole and
moaning beneath me as I was letting go. My balls erupted volley after
volley of my cum inside him, claiming him mine!
I blacked out and just felt his broad muscles on mine. I embraced him
tightly and let my dick soften a bit in his filled pussy. I didn't want
to look at him for some reason. I had to say I was afraid to make this
real. The moment didn't freeze, we still lived in a moving world, and
now everything has come to an end. Fear and anger overcame me, and I
couldn't push them away.

I felt his hand on my hair and his second one embracing my body. I
composed myself and sat on the bed.
"Are you alright, Richard?"
"I don't know. But I don't want to think about it."
He hugged me, and he understood. "Can I sleep here tonight?"
I took his hand and held it on my chest. "You better!"


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