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Subject: My Straight Brother 7 Please make a donation to Nifty. This is a mutiple chapter story. If you wish to contact me, you can do so by email. I'll respond to every email. I co-wrote this chapter with my friend Valentin. He's a talented writer and you should take the time to read his stories. You will not regret fty//gay/incest/brotherly-games/ Chapter 7 The first thing I did when I woke up was thinking about Nathan. I was anxious to see if he had sent me anything. I grabbed my phone to check, but I groaned when I noticed that my battery had died. Fuck! Now I had to find the charger. I was a bit of a mess when it came to my phone charger. I used it everywhere and when my phone was charged, I left it there. So, when my battery died, I always had to conduct a search throughout the house to find it, because it could be literally anywhere. Normally I wouldn't have minded, but now I was super anxious to see if Nathan had sent something. I had slept in the nude, and the only one home would be Tim, and I would not be embarrassed if he caught me naked. Maybe it might even trigger something in him and he would fuck me, I chuckled as I thought about it. I knew that would never happen. I knew he was straight. He only gave shows to me, to get some chores done that he didn't feel like doing. It was not something he did because it turned him on. I was grateful for what I had, but a boy can always dream, huh? Or do all those guys lusting for Colton Haynes or Zac Efron really think that one day, they will fuck them? Anyway, since only Tim could be home, I didn't bother to get something on, I just searched in the nude. I searched my room, but no charger there. I went through the bathroom, Tim's room, the guest room, all unsuccessfully. I headed downstairs, first the kitchen, then the garage. Still no luck. I went to the living room, and there I found my charger, laying behind the chair, next to the outlet. I squatted on the floor to plug my charger in, when suddenly, the door swung open. I jumped up like a jack in the box and looked into the eyes of a woman I never saw before. I must have looked weird, standing there buck naked, deer in headlight eyes and my mouth agape. Behind her, I saw my dad carrying luggage. My dad was still outside and could not see me. "Go ahead, walk right in, Martine" He urged her. When he was right behind Martine, he saw what startled her. The look on his face was between embarrassment and amusement. To make this family reunion complete, Tim came into the living room. Great, now we were complete. "Sander, for heaven's sake, don't just stand there." My father uttered, half laughing, half stern. I regained my composure and tried to cover as much as possible, before running upstairs, utterly embarrassed. When I sat on my bed, all I could think about was how I could turn back time or erase it from their minds. Fuck, how could this happen? Dad was not supposed to be back until later today. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Tim entered. "Dad wants you to come downstairs to meet Martine." Oh shit, my plan was to stay in my room until everyone involved had died. I shot a pleading glance to Tim. I don't know how, but I just hoped he could make it all disappear. "Come down Sander." He said while pressing his lips together so he wouldn't laugh. "Martine wants to see you. And this time she wants to see less of you!" He started laughing out loud. I threw my pillow at him, but he closed the door before it could hit him. I figured I couldn't stay the rest of my life in my room, so I threw on some clothes and headed downstairs. Besides, I wanted to check my phone to see if Nathan had sent me anything. When I entered the living room, they all were sitting down and chatting. When my father saw me, he introduced myself: "Ah, this is my youngest son. Sander. Contrary to popular belief, he does own clothes." They all laughed, while I turned red and stared at my feet. "Come sit down." My dad invited me. "I want you to meet Martine." He held her hand while she smiled at us. I didn't dare to look her in her eyes. Turns out they had come back earlier from their weekend, because Martine wanted to meet us. She wanted to have lunch together. All the while I sat there After I came over my initial embarrassment, we had a pleasant conversation. Martine had two sons, they were twins and just turned 15. During lunch, I was the bud of many jokes made by Dad and Tim. I knew then that this would be a story that I would never live down. Martine saw that I was getting annoyed and when Tim made a new joke about it, Martine came to the rescue. "Leave him alone." She ordered Tim. "I've forgotten all about it." That was very sweet of her, I smiled to show my gratitude. Of course, Tim's arsenal of jokes was not yet empty. "See Sander, you're not memorable at all. Even when you jump around naked, they forget you." He said while he ruffled my hair. Okay, because it was Tim, I could forgive him, and truth be told, it was kind of a good joke, so I smiled. All the while I was thinking about my phone. I hadn't dared to check it, because I didn't want to draw extra attention to myself. But it was killing me. I imagined I had missed several messages from Nathan. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer, so I excused myself and rushed to my phone. I opened the screen and my heart sank to my feet. Only two messages and they were both from Tijs. I didn't understand why Nathan hadn't sent me anything. Maybe there was something the matter to him? I checked his WhatsApp and saw that he had checked his WhatsApp an hour ago. Maybe he was shy? Maybe I should send something first? I tried several things but deleted every single one of them. I just couldn't find the right tone. At long last, I just sent a very simple and dry: "Hi, I was thinking about you." Right after I had sent it, I wanted to retract it. It was so lame. Ugh, why couldn't I be this suave guy who always knew what to say. I kept staring at my screen for what felt like ages, but in reality was only a few seconds, I saw the blue check marks indicating he had read it. I knew he would respond right away. So I was a little surprised that he didn't start typing. Should I send anything else? I kept debating what to write next, when finally I saw he was typing. He took his sweet time and I got more nervous every passing second. After expectantly watching my screen, his message appeared: "Whazzup?". My heart rose again. Nathan had sent me a text! I was so happy I could sing and dance. I smiled like a crazy person. I kept staring at the message, one word, but it meant so much to me. I wanted to see him. Maybe we could do something fun this afternoon. "I'm good, want to do something this afternoon?" He immediately answered: "Sorry, I already have plans, but we could meet on Friday in Bar Rock?" "Okay, it's a date!" Yay, I had a date with my boyfriend. I sent him back a heart emoji, which he saw, but didn't respond too. Maybe he was shy about his feelings? With all my focus on Nathan, I almost forgot that Tijs had sent two messages. I opened them. "Yow, love machine, are you awake?" and the second one was from an hour ago: "Want to do something?" Since Nathan had no time for me, I was free. I told Tijs to come over. After lunch, Dad brought Martine home and he would stay there for dinner, to meet her sons. He gave me money and told me I could order take away for Tim and me. Tijs texted back that he would be there in 2 hours. That gave me plenty of time to see if Tim's outfit was a success. I went upstairs and knocked on his door. With a short "Yeah" he gave me permission to come in. When I walked in, Tim was casually lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling thoughtfully. It had been yet another hot summer day, and he had stripped down to his underwear. Tim was wearing the same briefs I picked for şişli travesti his date the previous evening. My eyes scrutinized his defined body, lying on the mattress. He was truly a handsome man, when I still felt like a boy, and I scrutinised him with a mix of lust and tender admiration. "Come in, bro." He said with a lazy voice. I laid beside him on his bed and stared at the ceiling along him. "Was the outfit a success?" I asked him. "Yeah bro, it really was, I got lots of compliments." He sighed before turning to me and giving me a peck on the cheek. "Thank you!" He exclaimed with a deep voice. I beamed with pride and smiled like an idiot. My brother was a handsome guy. He was handsome enough to be a model, with the right styling. I don't think he knew how handsome he was, which was partly the reason why he was so attractive. "I owe you big time." He declared with a faint, knowing smile, still seemingly lost in his own thoughts. He then finally set his gaze on me and I could feel his handsome eyes in the depth of my soul. "Is there something that you'd want?" Tim asked me, almost hesitantly and far from his usual self-assurance. This was unexpected. I had thought that Tim would wank for me. I was surprised by his question. I knew what I wanted, but I didn't dare to ask for it. If I went too far, I might shock him. I shrugged, feigning indifference, although my heart and mind were equally racing. He smiled at me. It was not his usual cocky smile; it was more tender. "My sweet baby brother." He murmured before pulling me in his arms. I snuggled against him and deeply sighed in utter satisfaction. He dropped a kiss on my hair, as my face was nested against his muscled chest, and I could hear his steady heartbeat. "I love you, Sander, don't you ever forget that." These signs of affection took me by surprise. Tim was always nice to me, but this morning he seemed even nicer than usual, there was something unusual about him, although I couldn't pinpoint what. I didn't want to think too much about it, so I relaxed and enjoyed the hug. I was completely lost in a trance. Everything felt so good when I was around him. Tim made me feel completely safe, as if nothing really bad could happen as long as he was here to protect me, to care for me as he always did. On the other hand, something truly changed ever since he busted me jerking off to his underwear, ever since our little "agreement" began. This was uncharted territory for me, and for the first time ever, I was wondering if I was about to lose him. Would he wake up one day and realise that he didn't want any of it after all, that I was a disgusting fag, that he was ashamed of me? All these doubts kept haunting me, and I couldn't quite let go of them. Right now though, as I thought about what I should ask him, I felt his body warmth against me and I was so serene and peaceful that my mind wandered and explored all the things I dreamed to explore with him, the only person that I trusted with virtually anything, the one I always admired and worshiped. A million thoughts raced through my mind at once, and I couldn't tell you exactly how, but I ended up blurting out: "I want to suck you" A deafening silence ensuing my spontaneous request, and for a moment I thought I fucked it all up. I held my breath, my eyes wide open, staring at my brother's chest, expectantly waiting for hell to be unleashed upon me. "Sander..." My brother eventually said with a low tone. He then sighed and broke the embrace. I was a nervous wreck, inwardly cursing myself for being so fucking stupid. Of course he would refuse, what the hell went through my head goddamnit! "I don't know if..." Tim added, hesitantly. I was staring at him, desperately looking for a sign, a smile, a look, anything that would reassure me. I painfully gulped, thinking about something to say to erase what I'd just said, but came out with nothing at all. He brought his right hand to his face and rubbed his forehead with his fingertips. The palm of his hand covered his eyes and he closed them. "Ok... if that's what you really want." He whispered, almost defeatedly. I was confused, and torn apart honestly. I felt like he didn't really want this, and yet I also felt like I had to take my chance. I might never have the opportunity to suck Tim's cock, and I craved him with all my heart. "Go and fetch me a drink, Sander." Tim commanded me with a low but authoritative voice. I nearly jumped out of bed, willing to do anything to appease my nerves and lift up some of the tension in the room. Once in the kitchen, I was unsure if he meant a glass of water or alcohol. I grabbed two glasses and poured some ice cubes in both. I grabbed a bottle of scotch and a bottle of water before heading back to the bedroom. Tim was out of bed, he was leaning on the edge of the windowsill and had a serious expression on his face. I felt a lump in my throat, and I knew I was playing with fire there, but I couldn't quite stop still. As if I was driving straight to a wall, but kept my course nonetheless. My brother caught the sight of the bottle of scotch I was holding and burst into laughter. His laughter was so familiar, so warm, so reassuring. I felt the world being lifted up from my shoulders and immediately relaxed. I giggled like a boy and walked to him, putting the two glasses on the windowsill next to him. "That's actually a good idea!" Tim declared, snatching the scotch from my hands and pouring himself a generous glass of it. I watched him, scrutinizing his handsome face and square jaw, the beauty and tenderness of his eyes. He was so handsome, I couldn't quite believe my eyes. Tim took a swig at his glass and swallowed loudly, his Adam's apple moving up and down in his neck. I stood there, gawking at him, as if I was watching one of the world wonders. My brother looked at me with a sly smile and I melted, looking back at him with tenderness and admiration. He brought his glass of scotch to my lips and, without even saying a word, encouraged me to drink from it. Hesitantly, I grabbed his glass, our fingers intertwined for a short moment. I drank the scotch and felt it burn my throat as I swallowed it. I coughed a little. Man, that was fucking nasty. How anyone could drink that voluntary, was beyond me. Tim started to laugh and ruffled my hair. He looked at me with a mixt of cockiness and pride, and took his glass back. His eyes met mine, and he stared at me in the dead of the eye for a moment before lowering his gaze to the ground and back at me. I took the hint and dropped to my knees. I was nervous as hell, kneeling in front of him, and yet there was nowhere in the world I would rather be. I looked up at him, expectantly, and he slowly nodded, giving me his unspoken permission. I was almost panting in anticipation when my hand reached for his briefs' waistband. I hooked it with my fingers and peeled the underwear off him. Finally, I was facing the cock I had always fantasised about. It wasn't the first time I saw it, of course, but this one was special. For once, this cock was mine. I brought my face to his crotch and inhaled deeply. His musky masculine scent filled my nostrils and I was immediately high with lust. With my hands I reached for his naked butt cheeks and I gripped them for leverage. I opened my mouth wide and engulfed his cock. My brother and I simultaneously moaned in pleasure, and I started bobbing up and down on his cock. Tim allowed me to set my own pace, at first, but soon he grabbed the back of my head and forced more of his mighty cock inside of my mouth. When his cockhead hit my uvula, I gagged and choked, but that didn't stop him. He pushed me further, sliding his shaft inside of my velvet throat. "Come on! Take it you fucking faggot!" He hissed in his gritted teeth. Tears were running down my cheeks and spit from the corner of my mouth, but beylikdüzü travesti I fucking loved it. Finally, his whole cock was inside of my throat, and my nose was pressed against his pubis. "Fuck yeah! Jeez!" My brother grunted with pleasure. Unfortunately, it hurt so much and made me gag, so I had to retreat. Tim used the opportunity to lay back on his bed. While I followed him to his bed, I got undressed. I kept standing at the side of the bed and bent over to start sucking his balls, from there I licked my way up to the tip of his dick and I started to suck it again. My jaw hurt, but I didn't care. Dutiful as a good slut, I kept blowing this magnificent dick. Tim kept moaning. He put both his hand on my head and trusted his dick in my mouth. Every few seconds, he took one hand of my head to spank my ass. Then Tim did something that surprised me. After he spanked me, he reached for my cock and took it in his hand, he stroked it a few times. The feeling of his strong hand on my dick made me shiver a bit. This was so unexpected. It only lasted a few strokes and then Tim let go of my dick. I wondered why he did this, but I didn't have time to think about it, because he put his hand back on my head and forcefully decided the rhythm of me sucking. I played with his balls. All the while his precum kept flooding in my mouth. "You're a fucking whore! Fag boy! Dirty Slut!" With each insult I sucked harder to proof that I was indeed a cocksucker. I was determined to be the best cocksucker he ever had. The taste of his dick and his verbal abuse made me more eager to please. I felt he was getting closer to cumming too. He became more brutal. He let go of my head and groaned: "If you don't want my load in your mouth, you should get off now!" Well, I did want his load in my mouth, so I kept sucking, which, judging from his approving growl, he liked. He started furiously pumping my face while he started panting. Suddenly he held his breath, only to let it escape with a loud growl. I did my best to swallow his load, but it was just so much. The first spurts I managed to swallow, but after that it became harder. Cum started to drip from my mouth on his shaft and his balls. I couldn't pull back, because when he started to cum, he had his hands back on the back of my head and pushed me down on his hot cock. My brother kept shooting his load in my mouth. When his orgasm ended, he let go of my head. I let go of his dick, so that I could lick up all the cum I had spilled. There was cum on his shaft, his balls and even some of it had found a way to his but crack. I licked it all up, which he seemed to enjoy, because he lay there, lazy after his orgasm and made approving sounds while I kept licking away. After I was done licking him clean, I laid beside him on the bed. I hadn't cum yet, but I knew he would not want me to jerk off when he laid beside me. I was wrong, however, because the next thing Tim said was: "Hey buddy, you haven't cum yet. Why don't you wank now?" I couldn't believe my ears. It was the second time that Tim pleasantly surprised me. I was not sure if I heard him correctly. "Can I?" I asked to be sure. "Yeah, I said you could, didn't I?. Go on, straddle me and beat your meat, bro." I didn't know what made him change his mind. A few days ago, he warned me that I could not touch him, that I could just watch, now he has let me suck his dick and now he wanted me to sit on him while I would wank. Was he getting into me, or was there something else? I didn't know and I didn't care. I was way to horny to think about it now. I straddled him and started to wank. I noticed that there was still some cum leaking from his dick, I caught it with my hand and used it as lube. While I sat on him, I could look straight in his eyes. He kept looking at me and I imagined there was love in his gaze. I started to rub his torso with one hand while I rubbed my dick with the other. It didn't take long before I came. My cum exploded from my dick and coated his abs and chest. "Now, you're going to lick it up, fag!" Tim smirked. I did as I was told. When I was done, Tim invited me to take a shower with him. While we were showering, he suddenly gave me a hug and whispered in my ear: "I'm so lucky with such a great little brother. I love you, dude. Don't let nothing come in between us, promise me that." I didn't know why he told me this, but I had no qualm with promising that. I never wanted anything to come between us, I loved him too. I was only barely dressed before the doorbell rang. I totally had forgotten that Tijs would come over. "Are you expecting someone?" Tim asked. "Yeah, Tijs wanted to do something this afternoon." "Oh, it's just that I wanted to talk to you, but we can do it later." Tim sighed a little disappointed. The doorbell rang a second time. I rushed downstairs to open the door. "Were you jerking?" Tijs joked. "Because it took ages before you opened the door." If only Tijs knew how close he was to the truth with that joke. "Yeah, I just came out of the shower." I explained truthfully. "In the middle of the day?" Tijs raised one eyebrow questioning me. "Hey, there's a heatwave going on, you know." Pfew, thank heavens I have a quick mind. "So, what do you want to do?" I changed the subject quickly. "Don't know, want to play some video games?" We went to my room and started to play Call of Duty on my PS4. Tijs was more concentrated on the game than usual. Mostly he had 1000 things to say, but now he was quieter. Perhaps he was tired, all though I couldn't remember when Tijs ever lacked energy. When he beat me for the zillionth time, I had enough of playing video games. I was checking my phone all the time, as if checking more could actually make Nathan send anything. I kept thinking about what I could send him to get a response. Why didn't he send anything? "What do you want to do now?" I asked him. "Don't know... How about a movie?" We browsed Netflix and agreed on a movie. During the movie, I saw Tijs was texting a lot. I ignored it, but when his phone rang, he jumped up and ran outside. This was strange, since Tijs never had any secrets for me. I paused the movie and was scrolling through my phone for the millionth time, when he came back in. "Hey Sander, I've got to go, something has come up. I'll tell you later!" He said in a hurry. He was gone before I got to say anything. I called him to see what was going on. I was worried something bad had happened. He reassured me nothing was wrong, but that he had forgotten an appointment. I was still not sure about his explanation, but I would hear about it soon, I had no doubt. I remembered that Tim wanted to talk to me, so I went back to his room. Tim was laying on his bed, again staring at the ceiling. I started to worry; I got the feeling something was wrong. It was clear he was brooding about something. I hope it was not bad news. "Hey buddy, come sit on my bed!" he invited me in. With a small heart I went to sit next to him and waited. Tim kept quiet, which did nothing for my nerves. I finally broke the silence. "You said you wanted to talk to me?" I said with a slight quiver in my voice. "Yeah, I do." He sighted. "Please remember that I love you. You know that I don't deliberately want to hurt you, right?" "Yes." I said quietly, because I didn't like where this was going. "Buddy, I don't want anything to come between us. Please remember that." I was getting worried now, this sounded serious. "Tim, you're scaring me! Please tell me what is going on!" I urged him, because how bad it may be, I wanted to know. My mind worked at 1000 mph and all kinds of scenarios passed my mind. "Okay, sorry buddy, I don't want to scare you." He said as he put his hand on my knee. "You know that I had a date last night?" I nodded. "Well, I didn't tell you with whom. The reason was that istanbul travesti I needed to be sure. If the date was horrible, I didn't need to tell you. But the date went really well, and I don't want to go behind your back." Tim rambled a bit, as if he wanted to have it behind him as soon as possible. I started to get confused. What could be so bad about his date that he worried to talk to me about it? I mean, I wanted him to be happy. Sure, I would be sad because he would have someone else to love, but it would happen sooner or later. But I'm sure he wouldn't realize how much I would miss him. So it was not clear why he was so worried. "There is no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to say it. I had a date with Daphne." He blurted out. "Daphne, as in my ex-girlfriend Daphne?" I asked. This was it? That's all there was going on? It was so much better than everything I was imagining. "Sorry buddy, I don't want to hurt you! If you don't want it, I'll break it up, but it clicked, and I think we'll have a future." He sounded very anxious. I had to think about it. But I didn't want him to be worried, so I quickly reassured him. "Tim, I want you to be happy, and if you and Daphne are made for each other, who am I to pull you apart." "Oh bro, you don't know what that means to me." I saw a tear welling up in his eye. "I was so worried that I would hurt you. I've been thinking all day how to tell you." He pulled me in his arms, and I lay there, on his bare chest for a few minutes. At that moment nothing mattered to me. I was laying in the arms of the most perfect man in the world. Tim had whipped the tear from his eyes, but I had seen it. He looked tough, but he had a golden heart. I started to think about Daphne. When we broke up, we stayed friends. I never told her I was gay, but I had a suspicion that she knew . One day she told me that she didn't think it would work out, because we were too different. At that time, I didn't understand what she meant, because we agreed on almost everything. I enjoyed her company, if only I didn't have to make out with her, or worse, have sex with her. Suddenly, something that she told me two weeks ago, made sense. She talked about someone she had reconnected with and that she was in love with the guy. When she asked me about my love life, I had told her that there was someone (I made sure that I never referred to the object of my affection as he/him) that I liked very much, but that I thought it wouldn't work out. Suddenly the irony hit me, and I chuckled a bit. We were probably talking about the same guy. "What's so funny?" Tim asked, while he stroked my hair. I told him why I laughed, and he panicked a bit. "You didn't tell her what we did, did you?" I reassured him that I was very discrete and that I hadn't told her anything other than that there was someone who I loved very much but was unreachable to me. I felt him relax a bit. After a short silence, he asked: "When you told her there was someone you loved very much, you were talking about me?" I heard pride in his voice. "I love you too." He said in a calming voice. "Only different than you love me." After some more silence, he asked: "You really have no problem with me dating Daphne?" I sat up and looked him in the eye. "No Tim, I don't have a problem with you and Daphne." I lowered my head and looked at my hands. "I knew I would lose you one day, so if that happens, I'd rather it be Daphne than someone who doesn't deserve you." Tim put his finger under my chin and raised my head. "Hey bro, look in my eyes." He said. "You will never lose me. Even if I get married, even if I have my own family, we will always be brothers. And best friends, as far as I am concerned." He then took me in his arms and kissed the top of my head. "Nothing will come between us." He let go and we sat next to each other in silence. Suddenly he laughed while he told me he was so nervous to tell me. He was so afraid that I would be mad or that I would feel betrayed. After this, we were both hungry. We ordered pizza. When it arrived, we went downstairs to eat. He asked me about my evening, and I told him that I met someone. I left out the part that I have had sex in a public park. "Wow, way to go, little bro. I hope he treats you right!" Tim said as he gave me a high five. I didn't want to tell him that I was nervous because he hadn't sent me anything and he didn't seem so keen on meeting me again. Maybe I was just a drama queen. After all, he wanted to meet me on Friday. But it was only Sunday. Why didn't he want to see me sooner than that? Maybe I should send him a text. Maybe he didn't know how much I thought about him. I took my phone and after long deliberation I sent him: "Hey beautiful, what are you doing?" In my mind, it was not too pushy, and it gave him the possibility to share whatever he wanted. I saw he read the message, but he didn't respond. I didn't know what to do then. Sending him again a message would be stalking, but it was hard to resist. After we ate our pizza, Tim said he would go out with Daphne. He asked if I wanted to join. I refused. I was not ready to `share' Tim yet. After Tim left, I sent a message to see what Tijs was up to, but he didn't respond either. I felt a little bit lonely and sad. The wave of happiness I felt yesterday had worn off. I kept brooding to why Nathan did ignore me. I kept replaying everything that happened since last night, when I met him, in my head, to see where I could have gone wrong. I couldn't find an answer. I logged on to my laptop and immediately saw that I had a new mail from Brecht. I opened the mail. "Hey Nick, How are you? I don't know if you read my last email. I had hoped you would have come to the bar and said hello, but I guess you didn't feel like it. No worries, I'll be your online friend until you're ready to meet. If that's never, it'll be fine too. I'm just curious and I think we could be friends in real life too. Please don't ignore me. If you don't want to hear from me again, please let me now. Love Brecht." I looked at when the mail was sent. It was not older than 10 minutes. Maybe he was online. I logged into the chat, and yes, he was there. I send him a message. It didn't take long before he responded. "Hey Nick, glad to see you again." I told him I was happy too. I gave him my real name and to give him something, I sent him a pic of me, where my face was barely visible. I was not ready to come out to him. I told him that I was in Bar Rock last night, but that I was too chicken to introduce myself. He reassured me that he wouldn't have eaten me. He also told me that he did not make a judgement concerning my incest. "Sander, to prove that I won't judge you concerning your incest love, I can tell you that I had a huge crush on my dad when I was a teen. Nothing happened, but damn, he was turning me on. I hope this makes it clear that I will not judge you. Your secret is safe with me. So, promise me, next time you'll be in Bar Rock, you'll say Hello at least. No excuses anymore!" To prove to him that I really wanted to meet him personally, I sent him a new picture, where I was clearly visible and my phone number. It was to prove to him, that I meant it, but also for me, that next time I wouldn't have a choice, he knew who I was when he saw me. He asked me what I thought of the bar and I told him I had a great evening. I told him I met a guy. When I told about Nathan, Brecht didn't react much. He asked me how well I knew him and if I liked him a lot. He was rather lukewarm about it. Maybe he was jealous? When my dad came home, I noticed that it was after midnight. I totally lost track of time. I had to get up at 6:30 am to go to school. I said goodbye to Brecht and went downstairs to say goodnight to my dad. Dad told me that Martine liked us. He seemed very happy that everything went well. When lying in my bed, I couldn't resist sending a new message to Nathan. I send him a message to wish him goodnight. After a few minutes, he sent back: "Goodnight cutie!" See, I was being silly, there was no reason to doubt it. He liked me too!