Being able to hold his sister like this felt so good and it felt so right even if, perhaps, it was an embracing that was far too intimate for siblings to share. But if it was so wrong why did it feel so right? They loved each other, didn't they? Then why would holding each other like this or even showing their affection for each other be wrong in any way? Though that did beg the question... what<i> was</i>their relationship before? What feelings did they have for each other? Where these lustful feelings always there or were they something new stirred up after his death? Silently searching his own feelings Eric could come up with only one realization: these feeling had always been with him even when he was still alive, if in a more moderate amount.<br/><br/>His sister's fingers sifting through his silvered hair felt good and had him softly purring-- he always did enjoy being touched, though Caillen hadn't ever touched him quite so intimately before. Or at least he didn't think she had considering her hesitance. "If this is wrong... why does it feel so right?" he responded aloud. The feeling of Caillen's hands upon his neck and her fingers touching behind his ears made his body tremble in ways he never thought possible. He was still confused as to why she could touch him like this if he was dead, and why he could touch her, but he wasn't about to question that small miracle. He slowly nodded his head at her remark. "I want to..." he admittedly and somehow felt pleased being able to admit it. But what did he want to do exactly? Even he was a little confused. Perhaps it was more accurate to say he was more confused with himself and his feelings. All that he knew for sure was that he didn't want this to stop, that he wanted to keep going, to keep touching, to keep<i> loving</i>. "I think... I think that, maybe, I've always had these feelings for you..." Of course, considering that he couldn't remember some parts of his life, he couldn't say that with complete certainty but deep down that felt like the truth.<br/><br/>The touch of his sister's fingertips teasing his bottom lip sent small bolts of electric excitement through his body and made him tingle, made his cheeks blush and had he had a heart it would have been pounding away within his chest. The young man let his tongue slip out from between his lips to gently and playfully glide against the tips of her fingers as they touched his lip, and moments later when she leaned in toward him he followed suit, a smooth movement it was as though this was the most natural thing n the world. Their lips brushed against he each other, they lips gently met and he eased in closer, ready to give her the hot and passionate kiss that his body was so craving... Until the familiar sound of their mother's voice cut through the act like a knife through butter. Eric silently cursed.<br/><br/>To feel his sister pull away from his arms was disappointing and to watch her leave made his heart sink-- or, well, whatever it was within his chest that felt like it was aching with regret. If only they wouldn't have been interrupted, who knew what wonders they would have discovered? He didn't want the moment to end. Would they be able to find it again?<br/><br/>Though Caillen suggested he explore the house it, instead, felt only natural that he follow her. Though perhaps this was partly because he was curious if anyone else could see him. What would their parents say if they saw him walking down the stairs as if nothing had ever happened, as if he was alive and well? It seemed he would find out soon enough. So he followed his sister down the stairs, though his pace was slower and more cautious than her own, and upon entering the kitchen their mother didn't give him so much as a glance as she passed by. That was to be expected, he supposed, of course no one else would be able to see him, though that did sting a little bit. More than a little bit.<br/><br/>It was true that this probably wasn't the most ideal place to rekindle whatever was going on upstairs but yet he couldn't seem to stop himself, it was as if his body was moving on its own. With Caillen's back to him at the kitchen counter Eric approached her and reached out for her, his hands gently teased down along the sides of her stomach and down to her waist before moving forward and his arms draped around his sister's slender waist. He slowly took in the sweet scent of her hair after pressingly his body softly against her back.<br/><br/>"Need some help~?" he asked in a more playfully suggestive tone than he had realized.