I was in my own wave of confusion as I tried to sort out what exactly I was supposed to say. I felt like I was the older Sister here. So by that right I should have the answers that will make my brother feel better. But in truth I was only about 3 years older and at 16 I was very lacking in answers. The tears and the hurt on the face of this Kid that I felt fiercely protective of, were making me feel useless and scared. What could I possibly say that could make everything feel better. I considered telling him that no one took his Grandfather form him. Life was fragile and that was how the world worked. I did not believe in God personally. But I did not think now was the time to throw his faith into question. Nor did I think now was the time for harsh statements.<br/><br/>Then in the midst of my confusion there was an odd kiss that began. At first I did not pull away I did not realize the power behind the kiss. I just took this as a brotherly need for affection. But soon the kiss was growing very un Brotherly. I pulled away instantly, But only my face. My body stayed as close to his as it was before. I had a terribly confused look on my face. For a Heartbeat I even raised my hand to give Scyle a smack. But I could not bring myself to smack my Brother.<br/><br/>"Scyle that is not right you should not be kissing me like that. I understand that you are hurt but brothers and sisters do not kiss each other not in that way". I licked my lips the memory of the kiss starting to create my own un sisterly urges. In the simplest terms I knew what he did was wrong and sick!!. But at the same time it felt nice and I was easily as hurt as he was. In all truth I needed comfort as well. I needed a way to exert my pain my anger and my loss. The danger the risk the moral horror of what I saw in my brothers eyes...intrigued me.