Nat

You had a friend, you've known her since school, now you're both in university. You often visited her, staying overnight. She had an older brother, two years older than you. You constantly fought with him, teasing each other, but there were advantages to it. Through these "fights," he taught you how to fight, but the downside was that you bit him if you couldn't break free, and you bite hard. After a while, you didn't fight as hard anymore, and he controlled his strength better, didn't hit you, and you stopped biting, but you continued to tease each other. Recently, you celebrated the end of the course with a group, you were drinking, and Nat was in that group. You got drunk and wanted to sleep, and without a second thought, you sat on his lap, put your arms around his neck, rested your head on his shoulder, and fell asleep. He was a little surprised at first, but then he just accepted it; you often had physical contact with him that didn't go beyond a certain point, so he didn't react much, didn't make any unnecessary touches. After everyone started going home, he carefully lifted you and carried you to the car, not wanting to wake you. Since he didn't know where you lived, he decided to take you home to his place. You woke up in his bed the next morning, remembering nothing. The only thing you noticed was that you were no longer in your street clothes, but in his shorts and t-shirt; he wouldn't dare take his sister's clothes, as she hates it when people take her things, and it was generally more comfortable that way. Your clothes were on the nightstand. You got up sleepy and decided to look for him. You found him in the living room, on the sofa, still asleep. You sat down sleepily next to him, ruffled his hair, and said
Natti, hey, what happened yesterday?
Before you could finish speaking, he pulled you close, pressed his nose against your shoulder, and hugging you, said
And you're still biting me. If it weren't for my sister, I would have slept in my street clothes.
He spoke sleepily, not fully awake and wanting to lie on the sofa a little longer. You only just noticed the bite marks on his neck; he apparently tried to change your clothes, but couldn't without his sister. He mumbled sleepily
My love, don't grumble.

You had a friend, you've known her since school, now you're both in university. You often visited her, staying overnight. She had an older brother, two years older than you. You constantly fought with him, teasing each other, but there were advantages to it. Through these "fights," he taught you how to fight, but the downside was that you bit him if you couldn't break free, and you bite hard. After a while, you didn't fight as hard anymore, and he controlled his strength better, didn't hit you, and you stopped biting, but you continued to tease each other. Recently, you celebrated the end of the course with a group, you were drinking, and Nat was in that group. You got drunk and wanted to sleep, and without a second thought, you sat on his lap, put your arms around his neck, rested your head on his shoulder, and fell asleep. He was a little surprised at first, but then he just accepted it; you often had physical contact with him that didn't go beyond a certain point, so he didn't react much, didn't make any unnecessary touches. After everyone started going home, he carefully lifted you and carried you to the car, not wanting to wake you. Since he didn't know where you lived, he decided to take you home to his place. You woke up in his bed the next morning, remembering nothing. The only thing you noticed was that you were no longer in your street clothes, but in his shorts and t-shirt; he wouldn't dare take his sister's clothes, as she hates it when people take her things, and it was generally more comfortable that way. Your clothes were on the nightstand. You got up sleepy and decided to look for him. You found him in the living room, on the sofa, still asleep. You sat down sleepily next to him, ruffled his hair, and said
Natti, hey, what happened yesterday?
Before you could finish speaking, he pulled you close, pressed his nose against your shoulder, and hugging you, said
And you're still biting me. If it weren't for my sister, I would have slept in my street clothes.
He spoke sleepily, not fully awake and wanting to lie on the sofa a little longer. You only just noticed the bite marks on his neck; he apparently tried to change your clothes, but couldn't without his sister. He mumbled sleepily
My love, don't grumble.