Mark/Amber comes to check on Ethan

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Ethan crawls out from under his bed to the best of his ability with his pants around his knees. He stands up awkwardly, and pulls up his pants and underwear. The coin he found drops from the pocket to bounce twice and land heads-up. He reflexively reaches down and picks it up. Looking closer at the coin he is almost enchanted by the raised three headed figure on one side and the knotwork dragon on the reverse. The characters are foreign to him, but he thinks they might be runes. Maybe it's a prop for some Live Action Role Players, he thinks.


The door opens slowly bringing Ethan's attention away from the coin. He slides the coin slowly in his pocket when he sees his little sister Amber at the door. Amber seems cautious, looking around the room before she carefully enters and closes the door behind her.


"Did she hurt you very bad?" she asks in a whisper.


"Ummm . . . she didn't hurt me at all," says Ethan nervously. "She gave me a blowjob?"


"Oh," says Amber, picking up cues from her brother's tone, "that's really weird."


Ethan could see that his little sister had no idea what a blowjob was, and did his best to help out without embarrassing her. "Yeah," he says, "I was crawling under my bed, and she just flipped me over, took down my pants, and started sucking my willy."


"Eww gross," says Amber.


"Not for me it wasn't," says Ethan. "It felt amazing. It was the most amazing thing I've ever felt."


"But that's sex stuff, right?" asks Amber. "You aren't supposed to do sex stuff with your family, right?"


"Yeah."


"We could get her in trouble then," says Amber triumphantly.


Ethan considers it for a moment, then discards the idea. She may be a pain in the ass, be he still loves his big sister; and this isn't grounding material. She could go to jail. "No. We need to keep this just between us. Chloe might be a bitch, but what she did was a lot better than if she spanked me or something . . . and she could go to jail if we told. She doesn't deserve to go to jail because she made me feel good instead of making me feel bad, does she?"


"I guess not. I still wish she'd let us have our granola bars. I'm hungry."


"Dinner's not that far off. Want to do our homework together?"


"Sure. You can help me with my fractions."


"Sounds good."


Skuld, what happens next?