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Qin

*From vardin: Hey guys! thank you so much for voting! I wasn't expecting such a response. Really touched. But I still have a lot of stuff to do these two weeks in preparation for the competition. So here's a little bit to tantalize you guys. I will update now and then when I get a break. Thank you again for your support, guys!*  

"Oh sh*t! Why the hell did she wake up so early!"  

I frantically stuck my limbs through my turtleneck and skirt in what seemed like record seconds on my way to the door. Ethan was already standing there, clothed and holding the rest of my belongings in his hands. This time he didn't even bother to offer before walking me home.  

We arrived at my doorstep to find a visibly bristling Qin. It was a Qin I had never seen before. The only other time she showed her anger was when she lost a national chess championship to a six-year-old  and she looked even madder now. I gulped inwardly, and my hand unconsciously sought Ethan's.

He squeezed my fingers.

Qin's eyes narrowed, but her voice was icy and polite as she said, "Thanks for sending my sister home." 

Before I could react, her hands shot out to drag me in. Ethan deflected just in time to avoid the front door slamming in his face.  

"What the hell!" I turned to confront Qin. "He didn't deserve that."  

"Trust me. I wished that were you." Qin's fists were clenched at her sides, as were mine. We were definitely spoiling for a fight that was way long time coming.  

"What's your problem, seriously? Go read a book, do something else! Why are you constantly sticking your nose into my business?"  

"Why don't you stop acting like a slut then? Why are you constantly throwing yourself at him?"  

"And how is that your business? Don't tell me it's because you're my older sister because you sure as hell never gave a damn about me before."  

"It's about time I did. Or would you prefer Mom or Dad?"  

"Stop using Mom and Dad to threaten me!" I shrieked. I could still see his shadowy figure through the frosted glass pane in the front door. Ethan.  

Qin's glare followed. Her next question, coolly delivered, floored me.  

"Are you two even using protection?"  

My mind was a blank. I could only remember the fiery passion Ethan lit in me, the excitement from his touch, and his languid kisses on my feminine parts... but whether we used a condom was an inconvenient memory easily forgotten.  

"I think... yes," I ventured at last. "Not at the beginning. But I think Ethan did before he came."

Qin paled.  

"How could you let him touch you without protection? You could get pregnant from pre-cum, you irresponsible twit!" she snarled, her hands twitching.

"Since when did you become an expert on sex?" I taunted.  

Qin flinched as if I had just slapped her. Her lips pursed in a tight line, and to my mortification, her eyes began to look a bit misty. I stood there mutely, fists clenched and uncaring, as my older sister struggled to regain control, blinking her eyes rapidly.  

It felt like forever.  

At last Qin took a deep breath before she said quietly, "Free up your schedule next week. I will tell you when. I want you to go somewhere with me."  

"Why should I go?" I snapped, mutinous.

"Because if not, I will tell Mom and Dad that you spent the night at the man's place." With that, Qin turned on her heels and walked away.