Ethan Scolding His Sister, Miriam

I park my car outside of Ethan's driveway. His house sits on a small hill, so normally parking is a bitch. My phone buzzes. I don't even bother checking it. Probably more gloating from my friend about the play session later tonight. The other cars are parked all around the street. I'm probably the last party member to arrive. As I approach, I hear sounds coming from the house.

"Leave me alone. I'm an adult now aren't I? I can do what I want."

Ethan is standing on his porch. He was holding a wooden beam with a grip like he was trying to strangle the life out of it. Near the bottom of the steps is his little sister, Miriam. It was easy to see why he's mad. She has her short blond hair up in pigtails, and was wearing a dress that showed so much skin, she might as well be going out lingirie.

"You're my sister. Did you think there was an age where I'd think that this is acceptable?"

"I'm going with friends. I'll be fine. I don't need you." Her voice lowers to a hiss. "I never needed you."

"The fact you're going out with your so-called friends is the part that worries me the most."

"Well you know what?" She began turning around, as though she was about huff off. "I don't have to care what worries you or doesn't."

"Well maybe you should care. I was the one who made sure you were at school on time. I was the one who drove you around when you didn't have a licence. I've practically needed to babysit me since you were four years old."

"Well, you can stop any time now." She turns back, crossing her arms over her chest. "Asshole."

I just stand there dumbfounded. Do I interject? It's not I haven't known Miriam for much of her adult life. Or that seeing Miriam going out like that isn't concerning. That said, she's probably right when she says it's none of his business. What I really don't want to do is stare at her perky tits or her 18 year old- No. Nope. Nope Nope. Not going to think about that.

"John." She nods at me half storming past.

"Miriam." I nod back. She passes me on the way towards another waiting car. Once she steps in, I get a brief flash of another girl giggling.

Well that was strange and concerning. I walk over to the porch, where Ethan is almost frozen solid in his rage and place a hand on his shoulder. Even still it takes him a few more seconds to leave I-Am-Going-To-****-You-Motherfucker pose.

"So DnD?" I ask cheerfully.

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