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Chapter 2

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"Hey, Kiba," she greeted.

"Hey yourself," I responded, smiling back at her. Sitting up, I could now recognize that she had on an old shirt of mine with the picture of David Beckham's face on it. I smiled, remembering the hours spent in the living room watching him back in his glory days with Manchester United with her. She knew football like it was the just at the back of her head. It was like her bible. When we didn't have our arguments, talking about football was enough for Hana and me to pass up.

I sat down next to her on her bed and placed my arm around her shoulder.

"I've missed you. I'm sorry we haven't been able to hang out that much these past few months." I said.

"I've missed you too, little brother."

I snorted, "I'm not so little anymore, sis."

She leaned over my chest and wrapped her arms around me. I leaned my head into the side of hers, noticing subtle hints of watermelon and mint. She smelled good. Clean. I also felt her chest against mine, and if I can recall, I don't remember her breasts being this big.

"Are you okay, Hana?" I asked, sincerely.

"I'm okay now," she said matter-of-factly, gripping me tighter around my upper back. I leaned into her more and again I felt a lump in my throat. Somehow I felt responsible for her actions the night before. If only I hadn't been ignoring her before, maybe I would have noticed the signs. Maybe I could have prevented something. Holding her in my arms, I again thought back to the time spent together during our youth. Sure, there were a lot of fights over nothing, but we were still inseparable. Even up through me being in high school and she was starting college, we spent the majority of our free time together, often spending evenings watching anything but football and playing games, usually just FIFA. Best friends, that's what we were. So wow the fuck did we drift apart? I wondered. It felt like years since the last time we embraced each other like this. I pulled back from her and looked her in the face, my arms still tightly gripping her lower sides.

"Dammit, Hana, what were you thinking?" I asked, almost rhetorically. I could feel my eyes watering, and it took lots of self control to not burst into tears right in front of her, "You're my older sister. You should know better!"

She looked at me, sharply, with her lovely hazel eyes before letting go of me and sitting back down. Looking down at her cupped hands on her lap, she said, "I don't want to talk about it."

Not accepting her answer, I grabbed her elbows and turned her to me, "Sis, I don't know what the fuck I'd do if anything else happened to you. Do you have any idea of how much you mean to me?"

She kept looking at me, shocked seeing her younger brother lashing out like this. It looked as if she was going to tear up.

"Besides mom… you're the only family I got." Then the room became silent after several moments. As I said, we weren't always the best of communicators. I realized quickly that my outburst was slightly unwise as I quickly added, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lash out at you."

She said nothing in return. Instead, she started crawling back into her bed and lying down before propping her head on the pile of pillows on the headrest. She stared at the television, a blank disconnected look on her face. No tears were dripping either. In her current state of mind, confronting her would be a poor choice of action. Granted it was technically more of an emotional outburst than anything else; it still had the undesired effect of pushing her further away from me. I had to fix my error and get her to open up to me.

"You mind if I stick around and watch this movie with you? I don't feel like watching celebrity TV with mom."

She forced a smile and leaned down and covered my right hand with hers.

Accepting this gesture as a 'yes,' I squeezed myself onto her twin sized bed and got comfortable next to her, also propping my head on the pile of pillows. I wrapped my hand around hers where they met at our waists, and she gripped it tightly. It didn't matter that Hanna didn't pause the movie during our brief conversation as this was a film she'd seen many times. She was something of a horror movie buff when she had nothing other to talk about besides the best sport in the world, having a sizable collection of movies in the genre.

We watched the movie in silence, connected at the hands. Instinctively, I drew circles with my thumb on the side of her hand, her soft skin eliciting a desire within me that I didn't realize was there. In her delicate state of mind, however, I only wanted to comfort her and try to repair our damaged relationship. I cared for her deeply and wanted nothing more than to see her happy.

Periodically, throughout the movie, I would glance towards her and stare at her as she watched the TV. Her face no longer had the baby fat that she carried through middle school, high school and first-year college. She wasn't so much of an outdoor type of person, so her skin was rather pale and contrasted her brown hair. She was unquestionably lovely. What am I saying?

"Are you hungry?" I asked after the credits started running down the screen.

"Yeah, a little. Although, I have a follow-up doctor's appointment at noon," she said, sadness washing over her face. Embarrassed, she let go of my hand and placed both of her hands on her stomach.

"That's okay; we can pick something up then I can take you there myself."

"No.. You can't.." she said before trailing off.

"I can," I scooped her hand off her lap and brought it up to a ninety-degree angle from the bed and interlocked my fingers with hers. I pulled her hand to my mouth and kissed the back of her hand, "You know why?"

"W… why?" She uncontrollably blushed.

"Because I want to," I said, looking into her eyes with a cheeky grin.

"Oh, I'm so embarrassed," she responded before turning and looking away from me. She let go of my hand, and I heard a small sob escape her mouth.

I reached for her cheek and pulled her to face me again.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about here. It's just me. There's no one else in the room beside me. So please don't be embarrassed around me. I love you."

She responded, chuckling, "I love you, too," before kissing me on the cheek and laying her head on the pillow next to me. We lay like this, nose to nose, facing one another, for several moments. Laying there, staring into her bright hazel eyes, I caught myself yearning for more than just holding hands. I wanted to run my fingers through her hair and kiss her firmly on her soft lips. Burying these thoughts in the back of my mind, I just stared at her and quietly waited. This girl was my older sister, and she needed her baby brother. Seeing her like this, seeing her disconnected emotions and forced smiles, it was breaking my heart. I would do anything to make her feel better, I realized.

"Let's go then. Mom is going to come barging in here any moment to tell me to get out of bed and get ready," she announced.

"I'll tell Mom that I'll be taking you to your appointment. Let me know when you're ready to leave," I responded.

Even though we drifted apart in once I started college, it was not unusual for us to make quick car trips together. Often, we would ride together to get food or go shopping, no longer fighting for no reason because of our maturity, but the idiocy between us may pop up occasionally. She usually took anywhere from ten to fifteen minutes to prepare for these types of trips. But I couldn't argue. I got used to it. I made my exit from her room and glanced over the upstairs balcony onto the living room below. Seeing mom still reclining in her chair, I explained our plan to her. Then, I made my way to my bedroom and sat in my computer chair. Waking up my computer from sleep mode, I prepared for some more light gaming while I waited.

Meanwhile, in the real world, fifteen minutes went by while I just stared at the blank screen. I heard a light tapping on my door and shouted, "Come in!"

Looking over my shoulders, I could feel my jaw expanding at the sight that was before me. I wasn't expecting to see that.

Hana stood in the doorway staring at her feet. In my mind, I somehow imagined a rebellious young girl with a sharp, filterless tongue. The twenty-three-year-old who was standing before me was no longer the gangly older sister I remembered: too tall for her age, unsure of how she fits into her skin. No, my mind quickly made amends to those memories, adding details I hadn't noticed until all too recently. She was wearing a beige buttoned-up blouse made of some cotton material with sleeves that ran all the way to her fingers. Her bust, nearly spilling out of the blouse, was showing a fair amount of cleavage through the v-neck. She was wearing a matching blue skirt that went to her knees. I also remembered that she had been dieting and did some aerobic exercises in her room, but her hourglass figure was breathtaking. Her brown hair, had an unnoticing shade of dark red highlights that illuminated from the sunlight that had beamed in from the window of my room, was carefully wrapped in a ponytail behind her head.

It's official; I have a hot sister. For some odd reason, my body started to heat up as my pulse was quickening. I had missed a lot during my nearly two years of sparse visits while I was in college. She was just stunning. I couldn't help but undress her with my mind; imagining her in her bra and underwear, her long brown hair loose and flowing down her back. Okay, what is wrong with me?

I was not an overly-sexual person. Although not a virgin, I did have a one night stand with this girl. The only problem was that she was a cat lover. I hate cats.

This, however, did not explain my sudden lust and sexual hunger for Hana. Snapping back to reality, I noticed my mouth was wide open, and I quickly shut it and turned to my monitor, as if to finish up what I was doing. After confirming that the screen was still blank, I set out to find my wallet and keys. I quickly reasoned that these feelings were just a result of how busy I'd been over the past few days. I felt like an actual dog finding a mate.

"Alright, let's go!" I said, "I'm starving!"

I quickly gathered my things and made my way to my car, Hana following close behind. As we climbed into the car, I immediately realized that my behavior had changed around her. I no longer felt like I was casually getting in the car to pick up some food with Hana like we'd done many times before. This time, I felt uneasy and shy.

As we finally pulled out of the driveway and started making our way through the neighborhood, I finally said, "Chloe, you look incredible. You're gorgeous; you know that?"

She gave me a weak smile and uttered a quiet "thank you" before staring out the passenger window.

This could not be happening to me. I love my sister to death, but not in this way.

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