My Best Friend's Brother

Chapter 5

Emily fell asleep as soon as we got back to her place as always. I waited until she was fully out of it before sneaking out of her bedroom.

Once I was in the corridor I could see that there was no light on inside his room. I clearly wouldn't walk in on him masturbating this time. I couldn't quite tell if that was a good or bad thing. On the one hand I really wanted to see that dick put to use, but on the other, I didn't want him to be distracted by that cutesy little skank again.

I cracked open the door just wide enough to fit me, and slipped in.

"Hey Nathan," I whispered his name as slowly and sexily as I could.

There was no reply. Not even the rustling of bedding as he moved.

"Nathan?" I said a bit louder, but not loud enough to wake the rest of the house.

Still no reply.

I went over to his bed and patted it slightly.

It was empty.

Shit.

He must have still been out with his friends. My chest felt like someone had shoved their hands through my sternum, and was now pulling my ribs apart.

It had taken me so long to work up the courage to confess my love to him, and now what? He couldn't even be bothered to show up to the main event. Isn't it just the worst when people don't follow the script in your head.

Big fat juicy tears prickled at my eyes. This was all just not fair.

I collapsed onto his bed and started crying. I had just meant it to be a few little tears trickling out of my eyes, but there I lay, sobbing. My breath hicked and my ears throbbed. This was just so not fair.

After a while, my tears started to dry up. Which was automatically a bad thing. No tears meant no more crying. No more crying meant I had to get up and face the world. I tried to force some tears out, nothing would come.

I wiped my face off on my sleeve. I breathed in deeply and smelled something. It was the smell of rain in the air, with a slight hint of cinnamon. A smell that always made me feel safe. The smell of Nathan.

I brought my head down to the duvet and inhaled deeply. The smell was intoxicating.

Just once, I needed to be surrounded my his smell. I don't think he'd ever even hugged me, but right then, I needed a full body embrace from him. I didn't know when I'd get the opportunity next.

I pulled off my shoes, and got into his bed.

His smell was everywhere. If I wasn't already a bit drunk, I'd get drunk on him. He was everything I could ever want, and it was all mine. For the first time, I felt one with him.

I needed more.

Before I fully realized what I was doing, my clothes were on the floor next to me. He may not have been home right then, but eventually he would come back, and I'd be a special surprise waiting for him.

I stretched out, making sure as much of his blanket touched my naked body as possible. I wondered when was the last time these lucky blankets got to touch his naked body. I liked to think that he slept naked, so that my naked body would be held just as his had been held the night before.

I closed my eyes and imagined him naked, holding me against his chest. I breathed in, and it was like he was there.

I let a hand trail down my abdomen. I imagined that was his hand, and with the smell around me, it almost felt real.

The hand slipped between my thighs, and found my slit.

A curious little finger found its way between my outer lips, and discovered an excited little nub.

"Hello there," I imagined him whisper as he'd traced delicate little circles over it.

Soon with only my finger on my clit and my imagination running wild, I brought myself to a near overwhelming twitch.

"N-na-Nathan!" I moaned as I slipped two fingers deep inside me. The smell, the fingers, and the fact that my naked body now lay where his did was all too much, and I shook all over as an orgasm ripped through me.

I kept going, fingering myself until orgasm after orgasm ripped through me. I kept going, milking my little pussy for all it was worth.

Eventually I lay spent. Sweat dripping from my forehead and a satisfying puddle between my legs to mark what I'd done.

If at any moment he were to walk through that door, he'd find me wet and ready to fuck.

I tried to stay up and wait for him to find me, but as the hours dragged on, it felt less and less like he'd come for me, and more like I was no longer part of the conscious world.

I woke up butt naked, spread eagles on the love of my life's bed. But alone. Totally and horribly alone.  I put on my clothes, and went to face the busy house.

"Dude where were you?" Em asked as I made my would be walk of shame.

"You were snoring," I lied, "I couldn't sleep."

As subtly as I could, I went around the house looking for Nathan. What if he'd come in, seen me sleeping naked on his bed, and just left. I guess that would be the gentlemanly thing to do, but the more I looked for him, the more apparent it was that he hadn't come home yet.

How long were these Dungeons and Dragons games supposed to go on for? Or maybe he had actually gone out clubbing, and not told anyone to keep his squeaky clean record with his family, and now he was too hungover to come home.

It was so sexy to imagine him out at the clubs, drinking and finally letting himself loose. He had such a nice ass I'd bet anything he knew how to move it.

Although the problem with this was there were some real sluts out there. What if one of them had tried their hand with him, and now he'd be at some whore's house waking up from a one night stand?

Surely he wouldn't. He was good, and kind and gentle. He was everything the world was lacking. He was everything I wanted to be.

"How long do these DnD game nights usually last?" I tried to ask Emily as casually as I could after a few hours of waiting for Nathan to come home.

She shrugged, but then added "he's usually gone all day after these things."

"Oh," I tried to play it off as casually as possible. "Does he ever host these game nights?"

"Oh god no!" She laughed, "You know he never brings people over here!"

"Aw that's a pity," I tried to hide my desires for her brother, "we could meet some cute collage guys."

"They play Dungeons and Dragons," she looked at me deadpan, "they're nerds."

"Yeah, but maybe they're like your brother," I was digging myself into a whole and I couldn't stop.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Well like even though he is a nerd," I fumbled trying to find the right words, "he's still like really handsome, like he's got that Andrew Garfield in Spider-Man, sexy nerd type vibe!"

"You think my brother is sexy?" She looked shocked.

"Well um..." shit! How was I going to pull myself out of this one? "You're from an attractive family, you can't deny, traditionally he is very handsome." How was that the best save I could come up with?

"I guess, but still; that's weird, he's my brother, he can't be attractive.

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