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Husband Of My Homophobic Sister: Chapter 6 - After The Afterglow
Date: 8/18/2024, Categories: Gay Male, Author: I_Dusk
We lay there for a while, my cock was still in him, and we were both breathing raggedly. Nate slowly blinked, and his eyes looked at me, dazed but gradually regaining clarity. Without a doubt, I could feel his body getting tenser. He raised himself, his arms on my shoulders. I couldn't figure out the look he had just given me before he removed himself from me. Without a word, he just sat there for a couple of seconds with his legs on the side of the bed and stood up after I lightly touched his back. Nate turned to me slightly, like he wanted to say something, but decided against it and just went to the bathroom. I heard him run the water in the sink and then, after a while, flush and shower. I listened with concern as I sat on the bed, greatly confused about what to do now. I decided to keep moving forward. . I took my shirt and wiped myself of his and my cum. I wondered if joining him in the shower now would be inappropriate or welcome. I wanted to give him space, but at the same time, I didn't want him to be troubled by it. I didn't know him well enough. Hell, I have known Nate for maybe two months now, and given his tough shell, I probably knew nothing. But now I've felt I've seen part of him that he himself didn't know he had. . My question was answered when he stopped the shower, and I could clearly hear him closing his bedroom door. He left. I respected it. . . . Nate stayed in his room for the rest of the day. When I worked out in the ...
... hallway, I heard him talking. Without thinking, I stood behind his door listening, like a gossip girl, realizing he was on a call with Ashley talking about work. He told her the two of us had had a big fight, but it was nothing she needed to be concerned about. His ability to lie somehow struck me, but I understood the need for that. . . . The next day, we met in the kitchen around lunch. He looked at me with dark circles around his eyes and redness like he was crying. He wanted to move past me without a word. I was torn about it, but I let him in the end. Tuesday, he seemed even worse. He looked like he didn't shower, brush his teeth, or do anything less important. He was in a baggy t-shirt and loose pants, hair all over, and his beard was slowly growing. When this repeated the next day, his state was just the worst. I was pretty sure he hadn’t slept, washed, or even eaten more than those few pieces of fruit I saw him sometimes take up. . . . This was too much. I wanted to knock on his door dozens of times, but I couldn't bring myself to it once. So I decided to wait one more night. I spent Thursday the whole day in the kitchen waiting for him. When he came down, I handed him his coffee and asked him to sit with me. He refused and tried to move past me. I had had enough. I was only hoping I wouldn't make this worse, but I thought it was already way too bad. I took his mug, set it on the counter, and then embraced him. He stood there still, with loose ...