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She swallows and burrows against me, as though she can climb right inside me to seek shelter. “I don’t, though.”
“Just a few more weeks and then I’ll be off for spring break. I’ll come back home. Maybe we can do something fun. Go to the movies or float down the river or go camping,” I tell her. “You have me. I’m right here. I’ve been a shitty brother, I know, but I want to try harder for you. Mom and Dad would want us to get along and lean on each other during this time.”
“I want that too,” she says after a few minutes.
I run my fingers back through her hair. She shivers and snuggles closer. When her leg brushes against my cock, I let out a hiss.
“Stop wiggling so much,” I complain.
“Sorry.”
She settles and I try to ignore the fact blood is now pumping to my dick. It reminds me I still have to tell Amy about Jada. The secret is eating me alive.
“I cheated on Amy,” I admit to my sister. “A girl named Jada.”
“What?”
Swallowing down the disgust at myself, I nod. “I…I…I was lonely too.” It’s a shitty answer, but it’s the only one I’ve got.
“Are you going to tell her?” she asks.
“Yeah. Eventually.”
“We’re fucked up,” she says with a small laugh.
I grin and kiss her hair. “That we are, heathen. That we are.”
“She’ll forgive you.” Her fingers trek back up the front of my chest to my neck. “She’ll probably cry a lot, though.”
A groan escapes me. “Yeah.”
“Do you ever wonder if she’s really the one, Huds? Just because you two will have a baby doesn’t mean you have to stay with her. Does she even make you happy?” Her curious fingers are back on my face and her thumb runs along my bottom lip.
“We’re not having a baby.” Amy must have told her because I sure as hell didn’t. “It was just a scare.”
“Good,” she snips out. “I was worried.”
I smile against her fingers that have fanned out over my lips. “What are you doing?”
“Learning who you are.” Her fingers start to pull away, but I gently grip her wrist so she won’t stop. If she needs this to feel better, I’ll give it to her. “I spend a lot of time in the dark,” she says with a whisper. “Always alone. But now you’re here with me and I’m trying to understand why.”
“Because you’re my sister and we need each other,” I tell her simply. Then I playfully bite on her fingers.
She lets out a happy squeal that I haven’t heard since she was ten years old as she tugs her hand away and slaps my chest. “You bit me!” Hearing her laughter is like a shot of adrenaline to my system. Suddenly, like an addict, I want to hear it more.
I chomp the air, my teeth clanking together, enjoying her little giggles. She tries to push my face away when I start nipping the air closer and closer to her. I turn my head and bite her wrist. She tries to knee me in the balls, but I manage to pin her skinny leg between my two powerful ones. Her squirming stops and we both breathe heavily. I realize our awkward proximity and start to move away. But it’s like she doesn’t want to sever the link because she goes with me, her knee sliding higher. I wince, expecting my balls to get smashed, but she just rests her leg against them.
If Aunt Becky came downstairs, she’d have a fucking fit to see us like this. But it’s not like that. We just need the other right now. We’re not doing anything wrong. She’s my sister.
“Hudson,” she breathes, her hot breath tickling my neck. It reminds me of the way Amy does sometimes, which is a confusing thought. “I’m sick.”
“You’re not sick,” I assure her. “Depression may be an illness they’ve labeled you with, but you’re not sick. We can work through it.”
“Hudson…”
I wait for her to elaborate, the air thick with her intent. She simply exhales heavily and relaxes.
“I love you.”
