My Crazy Mate

Chapter 9: What's going on?

Laura POV

I have wondered all night where Nate had headed to, although I had my  suspicions, since he met April, he was very quiet and distance from me.

I decide to wait for him, but since the living room was so crowded as always, I went down to his room.

I had about an hour waiting for him, sitting at his bed and eventually got tired of waiting, so I got up to head to the stairs and to my room.

Before I could even step on the first step I heard a noise from the hatch that worked as a window for Nate room, since it was in the basement.

I got scared thinking that maybe someone wanted to intrude our home and decided to hide under the stairs, really confuse since I didn't know if I could help being there or if it was best for me to run up the stairs and say something.

It was late to change my position, someone was already entering the hatch and in the shadows I could see that person was naked.

Naked? why would someone want to steal somewhere naked?

As the person eventually got down and went directly to the bathroom, I knew it was Nate.

He started mumbling to himself and went directly to take a bath.

I was terribly concern since their were a time when I thought Nate had lose his head completely.

He used to say strange things and sometimes I use to find him talking to himself, like now.

I was paralyzed, I stood there not knowing what should I do, since my intention were to speak with him, wanting to know if he was Ok.

But seeing him totally naked, brought back some feelings that I thought were controlled, dead and gone a couple years ago. 

Nate and I from me met at the Evans house, always been close, not like siblings, but like best friends.

We usually spoke things we were scared to express to any one else and as we were the same age, we could relate to many things we was living.

When we started in our teenager years, I found the way to be popular, specially with guys, so didn't have much female friends.

But deep inside I knew that Nate were my only truly best friend, since he cared for me as I did with him.

Nate did not had the same destiny.   He became the weirdo, the crazy guy, my crazy brother, and I just felt responsible for him, to protect him from people who wanted to bullied him or make heavy pranks on him.

In that process their were a confusing time, that I felt really attracted to Nate, I knew we were siblings but I also knew we did not share the same blood and that if he felt the same way about me, we could had leave the town to somewhere we could be happy as a couple.

But all those thoughts of living happily ever after with Nate, went away when one day we both was seventeen, he wanted to ask me something eagerly.

When we could at last sit to talk about what had him so restless.

I were the surprised one, when he ask me the favor to help him get to know a girl that was in our class, that it seems he liked but she never even looked or talked to him.

From there on, they were about three more girls until we finished High School.

The sentimental issue never went good with him, but he tried the most he could, they always wanted to in a way control the situation and use him, either for money, since from sixteen we helped at the store and always had some pocket change or to be able to get some guy jealous.

The thing is that I always stuck out for him and it became a custom for he to get in relationships, that I will usually end for him.

I couldn't really say I didn't enjoy ending them, since I loved Nate and wanted the best for him.... ME.

When he finally got out from the bath with a towel around his waist, I felt a little disappointed, since I wanted to continue staring at the monument he had for a body.

Although he wasn't the kind of guy who did sports.  Nate always had an athletic body, he was slim with nice biceps, chest and abs.

When he decided to put on a sweatpants he used to sleep in, I decided to get out the shadows.

Even if I wanted to stay unseen for a little more time, I couldn't, because my body was actually moving forward as it was hypnotized by his body.

I saw he was also restless as like he knew I was there from a while ago.

I tried asking him what happen, why he entered through the hatch instead of using the front door and why was he naked?

But as usual when he did not want to explain anything he used his past blackouts and said his head was hurting as always.

I felt the need to comfort him, to let him know that he could count on my for anything as before, as always.

When I got closer to him, I could not avoid sensing his bath lotion and looking on his body.

It's true that we grew up together, but it was also true that I never saw him like a brother, and that now he had something different.

I could really see in his handsome look, that he was different, he smell different and he looked like a man.

Although I was really trying to hold back the aching need that was rising in me.

I knew I will eventually had to satiate my needs, I wanted to tangle my fingers in his hair.

I looked on his lips and there were very pink and inviting me to suck on them.

When he decided to sit on the bed, without even changing to his sweatpants, I knew it was my call and decided to make my move.

I sat on him ignoring his surprised face, quickly put my legs around his waist and before he could even know what was my intention, I put my arms over his shoulder, around his neck, pull him close enough to be able to taste his lips.

There were more delicious than I remembered.

Once I already kissed Nate, in one of those nights he needed me to comfort him and talk to him, so he couldn't hear anyone else, since he said he had people talking in his head.

We decided to camp out on the floor of the living room after midnight, since each of our rooms we always felt it crowded.

Had movies and snacks to watch and eat all night, but we were so close and he was so vulnerable, that I couldn't help kissing him.

Then, the kiss was gentle, soft and tender was just a lip to lip although my tongue could explore his lips that I felt so soft and juicy.

Now, his lips was the same, so tender and so juicy, but this time I decided I wanted more, much more.

At first when our lips met, I think he thought I will give him a peck and roll over beside him on the bed.

But when he felt my tongue intruding his mouth demanding to feel his tongue and wanting to explore his mouth, he pulled back.

- Hey Laura, what the f**k? he asked.

I sat there on his lap just staring on his face, looking for something that will let me know if I could continue or if he really wanted me to stop.

- Nate, please- Was the only words I could say.  Not noticing that tears started to run down my face.

He tried to dry my tears and instead of pushing me off, he hug me.

My face went directly to his neck and could smell his nice lotion mixed with his own smell and that drove me crazy, even more.

It was so embarrassing for me, that once more he did not accept my kiss as the way to show him what I always felt for him.

I couldn't give up so soon, not yet, I knew he loved me, did not know if the way I love him, but I could try for him to get to love me the same way.

I started kissing his neck, holding on so tight to him that I could feel his p***s bulked under the towel.

I got a better position where my thin pijama pants was not impedding me to feel and react to his bulked center.

When I was starting to grind on him, he got up from his bed, putting me to stand on my feet at the same time, and said:

-  Laura,  I really don't know what's going through your mind right now, but we cannot do this, it is almost incest.

- But Nate, I said ashamed.

- Tomorrow, will talk about it tomorrow, right now my head is pounding so hard, I just need to sleep.