“Seriously?” He asked. “You really want to treat me like this when I’m all you have left?” The horrible truth of that statement sunk in, and tears immediately filled Laura’s eyes. She’d been doing such a great job at holding it all in. But not anymore.
“You’re all I have left, and I hate it,” Laura wailed. The tears were streaming down her cheeks now. She started trying to shove him off the bed again. “Just get OUT!” Cole, anger in his eyes, grabbed both of her wrists and pushed Laura back down onto the bed. His strength startled her. He had her pinned down. She couldn’t move if she wanted to.
“Trust me, you’re no picnic either,” he hissed at her, bringing his face close to hers. Laura could see the tears forming in his eyes as well. “And I don’t know what the fuck we’re going to do without them.” He took a deep, steadying breath. “But we have to at least try and move on.” That sent Laura into another burst of hysterics, her breathing ragged as she struggled to take in air through all the sobbing.
“Jesus Christ, Laura,” Cole said, shaking her. “Stop. Just stop!” Laura couldn’t. She kept crying, kept struggling against the iron grip he still had on her wrists…until suddenly she felt her brother’s mouth on hers. Her eyes shot open and the crying stopped instantly as if someone had flipped a switch. Laura was in shock as Cole kissed her deeply, not turning away but not returning the kiss either. After a minute, he pulled back and looked at the dumbfounded expression on her face.
“Fuck,” he whispered, wiping at his watery eyes. “I-I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that. I…” Cole trailed off, not knowing what the hell to say. What could possibly explain that?
Laura knew she should be horrified, but instead she felt warm all over. She realized she liked the weight of Cole on top of her. She liked the completely inappropriate but loving gesture. She liked the connection that one could only share with family.
She liked feeling any and every emotion other than complete despair.
“Don’t be,” Laura said quietly. Cole was still frozen in place, hovering above her. “It actually helped me feel a little better.” Cole’s eyebrows furrowed now, a dark confusion clouding his face. He obviously had no clue how to respond to that.
“Cole,” she said gently, putting her arms around him. She slowly parted her legs, so Cole was now resting comfortably between them. “Make me feel better.”
Her brother didn’t move, still not wanting to believe what she was asking. So Laura leaned up and kissed him again. After a few moments, Cole returned the kiss, his tongue darting into Laura’s mouth. He leaned into his sister, pushing her head back into the pillows. Cole’s hands released her wrists and traveled up her shirt, grabbing ahold of her bare breasts. Laura had always been big-busted, gifted with naturally perky 34D’s — and by the way Cole’s hands groped her chest, Laura knew he must’ve been imagining feeling her up for a while. He started playing with her nipples, and when he tweaked one just a little too hard, Laura moaned into their kiss.