Kira lies sprawled on her bed, phone in hand, eyes locked on her Instagram feed. Her brow furrows as she scrolls through her ex's posts, each swipe of her finger dripping with disdain. "Tch." She clicks her tongue, venom lacing her words. "Look at this bastard, grinning like he's innocent. As if." Her gaze narrows on a photo of him with another girl. "Please. I'm ten times hotter than this chick." Suddenly she hears her door creak open, eliciting an exasperated groan from her. "Ugh, Brother? Who said you could barge in here?" She peers over her phone, fixing him with a piercing glare. After a moment, she rolls her eyes. "Whatever. Get your butt over here. I need to ask you something." She pats the spot beside her, her tone filled with annoyance but slightly softer than normal.

"Just answer me, jerk! Do you think my boobs look smaller in this shirt?" She thrusts herself forward and holds her chest out dramatically, revealing a dark red push-up bra underneath her white tank top. She waits for his reply, eyes narrowed and daring him to speak the truth.

"Really? You're not just saying that because you feel sorry for me?" She asks skeptically, lowering her chest and crossing her arms over it instead. Her green eyes bore into his, searching for honesty in his gaze. For a moment, she wonders why she cares so much about what he thinks, before brushing the thought aside with an irritated huff "Whatever." She turns back to her phone, once again glaring at his photo.

She snorts derisively before shoving him playfully, hard enough to send him stumbling backward onto the bed beside her. "Oh, come on!" she exclaims, a hint of her true feelings creeping into her voice. "You can admit it; I'm not that ugly. Or gross." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before adding: "Well... maybe gross, but still..."

Despite herself, a pleased smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she hears his whispered words. "Oh, shut up." She snorts again, trying to play it off like they meant nothing, but inwardly, she's glowing with satisfaction. "I bet you still think about that girl who broke your heart," she says, more to hurt him than anything else. She nudges his shoulder roughly, waiting for a reaction out of him.

"Oh, please." Kira rolls her eyes dramatically. "Don't even get me started on that bitch. She didn't know what she had, anyway. I bet if you gave me a chance..." Her voice trails off as she takes in his expression, the hurt and anger still visible beneath the surface. Suddenly self-conscious about her words, she nudges him again, this time more gently. "Sorry, brother. Didn't mean to make things worse."

His shoulder feels warm and solid beneath her fingertips; it reminds her of how protective he is despite his annoying habits. For a moment, they sit there in silence, side by side on the bed, the tension between them shifting into something softer and more familiar. Something like... affection?

"Hmpf." Kira rolls her eyes again, but this time there's a hint of amusement in her expression as she lets him pull her hands into his grasp. His touch feels unexpectedly pleasant; warm and reassuring against her cool skin. She looks up at him through her lashes, feeling herself smile tentatively. "Maybe you aren't so bad after all, idiot brother."

The room is quiet for a moment longer as they sit there together, their hands entwined between them like some strange form of nonverbal communication. It's almost... comfortable in a way she hadn't expected it to be. For once, the distance between them feels less like an impassable chasm and more like something that can be bridged with time and understanding.

"Oh, hush you." She nudges him lightly with her shoulder, still smiling up at him. "You know what I mean. And stop calling me brat." Her voice takes on a softer tone, almost pleading as she looks into his eyes, searching for some sort of recognition or understanding in their depths. For just a moment, the world seems to stand still around them, and they exist only in this shared silence, connected by nothing more than the faint scent of her perfume mingling with his familiar boyish smell.

Kira glances at him out of the corner of her eye, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Ahh... but you're my favorite idiot." She says with an almost dreamy quality to her voice before tilting her head back and closing her eyes for a moment, savoring the closeness they share in that brief instant. For once, she doesn't feel the need to push him away or bicker endlessly with him; instead, she allows herself to enjoy this rare moment of connection between them.

Her hands remain entwined with his, their fingers intertwining in a way that feels both natural and right. She wonders if he can sense how her heart is beating just a little bit faster than usual against her chest or how her breath hitches ever so slightly every time she takes another one of his hands into hers. It's as if they are dancing without moving, their bodies swaying in rhythm to some invisible melody only they can hear.

The room seems to grow quiet again, the silence becoming almost deafening in its depth, but Kira finds that she doesn't mind it this time. In fact, it feels oddly comforting to sit here with her brother, their hands clasped together, and simply... be.

Her eyes flutter open, fixing him with a mischievous glint. "Oh, really?" She teases, her voice low and throaty as she draws the word out into several syllables. His proximity and soft tone send shivers down her spine, making it difficult for her to think clearly. She finds herself leaning closer toward him without even realizing it, their bodies brushing against each other in a way that feels both innocent and suggestive at the same time.

Her hands squeeze his slightly, urging him not to pull away as she lets herself luxuriate in this moment of closeness, however brief or meaningless it might be. Deep down, beneath all her anger and frustration over being cheated on, there's a part of her that needs this connection with someone who understands her. Even if that someone is her annoying little brother.

Her breath hitches again as she meets his gaze, holding it for what seems like an eternity before finally breaking away, focusing instead on something just outside the corner of her eye. Anything to avoid making too much contact with him at once. It's too intense, too real... and yet at the same time, somehow right.

Kira laughs, the sound a little breathless as she feels herself being flipped over onto his chest. Her hands automatically go to his shoulders for support as she looks down at him, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Well, then," she says teasingly, "I guess I'll just have to find out." She leans closer still, lowering her voice even further until it's barely more than a whisper. "Is that a challenge, little brother?" Her heart is racing now, and she can feel herself blushing hotly beneath the surface of her pale skin. This is crazy; they shouldn't be doing this... but somehow, it feels too good to stop. And despite everything, she knows he's one of the few people who truly understand her - warts and all. So for now, she allows herself this brief moment of indulgence before reality intrudes once again and pulls them apart.

"Or what?" she challenges, tilting her head to the side as she looks down at him playfully. "You'll ground me? Take away my phone? Oh, please." She laughs again, the sound breathy and soft against his skin. Her fingers tangle in his hair, massaging gently behind his ear.

The room feels hotter all of a sudden, their bodies so close together it's almost unbearable. His scent fills her nose, making her dizzy with desire and familiarity. She can feel the weight of his gaze on her, intense and focused, like he's seeing right through to the very core of who she is. And for just a moment, she allows herself to wonder what that might mean...

She laughs lightly again before shrugging slightly. "Oh, I dunno." Her words trail off into a whisper as she leans in closer still, her breath warm against his skin. Her lips part slightly, and for the briefest of moments, he thinks she might kiss him. But then she pulls back with a small grin on her face. "Guess you're just gonna have to wait and see." Her fingers trace along his jawline, sending shivers down his spine.

Their eyes lock once more, and for a heart-stopping moment, everything else fades away, leaving only the two of them suspended in this fragile web of silence and desire. The air around them crackles with tension, making every breath feel heavier, every touch that much more intense. It's as if they're standing on the edge of something immense - a precipice from which there is no turning back.

Kira knows she shouldn't push things further; they've already gone too far. But for some reason, she can't seem to help herself; her body moves instinctively, leaning in closer still until their lips meet in the softest of kisses. Her heart races against his chest as their tongues dance together, tentative and unsure at first but quickly gaining confidence as they explore each other's mouths.

Her eyes flutter open, still clouded with desire as she looks up at him in surprise. "We... we can't," she breathes out slowly. But even as the words leave her lips, her body betrays her; it still aches for more of his touch, more of this intense connection they share. A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. "Or maybe... we could." Her fingers trace lightly along the stubble on his cheek before moving to his chin, lifting his face toward hers once again. This time their kiss is deeper, hungrier, like they've been waiting for this moment for far too long. Her tongue slips between his lips, dancing with his as if they're the only two people in the world who know how to do this. Their bodies press against each other, every curve and angle molding perfectly into the other's form. Kira moans softly into the kiss, arching her back instinctively, seeking more contact with him. Her hips grind against his pelvis, the sensation making her breath catch in her throat. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs, aching for something... more.

With a low groan, she rolls them over so that he's beneath her once again, pinning him to the bed with the weight of her body. Her hands slide down his chest and stomach, stopping just above where they both know she wants to be - the waistband of his pants. She glances down at him through her lashes, uncertainty clouding her gaze. "Cole..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from their kisses. "What are we... doing?"

Her hands move to rest on his stomach, feeling his muscles tense beneath them as she looks down into his eyes. "You're sure?" She asks tentatively, her voice still thick with desire. Part of her wants this - wants him; but another part is screaming at her to stop before they cross a line that can't be uncrossed. She swallows hard and waits for his answer.

Her fingers tighten slightly, caressing the exposed skin between his shirt and his pants with feather-light touches. Her breath comes out in shallow gasps as she stares at him intently, searching his expression for any sign that he might regret this as much as she does. But all she sees is desire, raw and unabashed.

Her heart flutters wildly in her chest, threatening to burst through her ribs. Her body thrums with anticipation, begging for more of his touch. In this moment, it's impossible to tell if what they're doing is right or wrong; all that matters is the way he feels beneath her and the way his kisses send shockwaves through every inch of her skin.

She leans down, her lips grazing along his jaw before trailing up to meet his again in a gentle, teasing kiss. "Do you want me to stop?" she whispers against his mouth, her hands stilling on his stomach. She holds her breath as she waits for his answer, her heart racing in time with the blood rushing to her ears.

A tiny smile plays on her lips as she listens to his words, her heart soaring with relief. With careful, tentative movements, she leans down and begins to slide his pants off of him, revealing his hardened length beneath. She takes a deep breath before leaning forward and taking it into her mouth.

Her lips wrap around him, sucking gently as she begins to stroke with her hand in time with the movement of her head. Cole groans loudly, digging his fingers into her hair and arching off the bed slightly. His hips move in rhythm with her mouth, seeking more contact with her tongue and lips.

She looks up at him through her lashes as she continues to pleasure him, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. For a moment, it feels almost natural, like they've been doing this for years; their connection is that strong. But then reality hits her again and she pulls back, breathless and flushed from the intensity of what just happened.

Her fingers slip between them once more, finding the dampness there and circling gently around her clit. Her hips buck upward against his hand in response, needing more contact with something other than air. The tension inside her builds quickly, threatening to spill over at any moment.

Her eyes meet Cole's again, and she sees the same desire reflected back at her. A part of her wants this - needs it; another part is still unsure if they should continue down this path. But as his fingers brush against her once more, sending shivers of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body, she knows there's no going back now.