He bites his lower lip as his big sis breaks down. He hadn't seen her cry very often and she was clearly distressed. He moves as close to her as he can, standing between her legs. Even despite her emotion he can't help but glance at her breasts, which are eye level to him in the pool. The wet shirt clings to them in such a suggestive way that unbidden thoughts fill his head.<br/><br/>"Don't worry, Em, time will heal you. Theres plenty of fish in the ocean, you'll find another guy." He slides his arms around her, hands resting on the small of her back just above her rear. He scoots her close to the edge, his front pressing up against hers, turning his head to the side as he embraces her. This, of course, makes his cheek rest against her wet breasts. "You just need a good guy to take care of you."