How Siblings Work

"Welcome Back From College"

Sister: Agnes Murray

Brother: Noah Murray

Brother: Carter Murray

Parent: Alicia Murray
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I heard the familiar sputter of Agnes's jeep pull up the driveway, followed by closing of the door. I grinned to myself in triumph, satisfied at beating her six times in a row.

Even though she purposely came home a day earlier for this.

My siblings would be at school right now, Dad would be gone to work, and Mom is at daycare. That leaves the two of us home alone.

Agnes's favorite show releases a new episode in about five minutes. And she makes sure to be the first fan to watch it, and then post it on her stupid fan page.

The door creaked open, and I heard her footsteps walk towards the lounge, the sound of the jingling of the keys accompanying her. I settled myself comfortably on the couch, a cup of coffee beside me, and my legs on the table.

Just as imagined, Agnes stopped short when she spotted me. The keys dropped from her hand, and she froze, blinking disbelievingly. Then she dropped to her knees, staring at the ground with a blank expression, repeating "How?" over and over again.

"Stop being such a drama queen." I remarked, turning my head away from her, and focused on the Television, where The Simpsons was playing.

"But you told me you were coming tomorrow." She argued, standing up and walking over to sit beside me with a furious expression.

"I lied."

The next thing I know, is that I'm under a pillow and Agnes is suffocating me. "Alzes." My voice came out suffocated, as I tried to push her over myself. But Agnes closed all spaces for me to breathe, along with sitting on my waist.

"You die today!" She yelled, I grabbed her arms, and gave her one heavy push. She stumbled backwards, and I took this as a chance to throw her off the couch. She dropped to the marble floor with an 'oof'.

I breathed fast, taking in all the breaths I had missed, before turning to her, glaring her down with narrowed eyes.

We both stared at each other in silence, and then burst out into laughter. Agnes smiled, standing up with the support of her hands and knees. "Welcome back from college."

"Welcome back from college."

The door to the house opened and shut, and mom walked in. She stopped short seeing both of us, before mumbling under her breath. "Could this day just get any worse?"

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Missed you too, mom."

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I wasn't done with Agnes yet.

Even though we hadn't seen each other for over one whole semester; I'm still making sure she remembers how her life was when she lived with me.

So, as soon as mom disappeared inside the kitchen, I grabbed the duct tape from under me and raised it towards her, untaping some of it in order to freak her out.

Agnes raised an eyebrow at me, her eyes fixed on the duct tape.

"Murdering you." Was all I said, before tucking the duct tape in my pocket and grabbing her by the shoulders.

She shrieked in surprise, struggling to remove my grasp. But since I was taller than her and potentially more stronger, I was able to throw her on my left shoulder, clutching her legs to keep her dangling behind my back.

And I began walking towards the treadmill in the next room.

In typical romance novels, when the hero has his love interest hanging by his shoulder, the girl mostly resorts to just banging his back lightly with her fists, and playfully saying 'Let me go, asshole'.

But Agnes was no love interest, and she did not bang her fists on my back. Instead, I felt sharp brief bites on my shoulder, and I screamed in pain. "Agnes, what the fuck!"

"LET ME GO." Agnes yelled like a maniac, and I'm sure mom was sighing in  disappointment somewhere in the house.

Not fancying another bite, I sprinted over to the treadmill, and lowering Agnes down on her feet on it.

She would've made this quiet easier for me, if not for her wild thrashing and kicking. Nevertheless, I was able to hold her with one hand, and switch on the treadmill with the other.

As the treadmill started rolling, it surprised her and she started jogging in order to not crash back-first into the wall behind her. I took that moment to pull out the duct tape, and tape down her right hand to the handle.

"Dude, Stop!" She tried to resist, and I increased the treadmill's speed. Now not only was she trying to free herself, she also had to keep up with the increasing speed.

I taped down her other hand tightly and after that, things went along with the flow.

Every time it looked like she was about to go loose even a little, I would increase the speed. And as she began to grow tireder, I began to tape her more tightly.

I stepped back, and admired my handi-hard work.

"What did I ever do to you?" She panted, as her legs tried to keep up. The speed wasn't even giving her the chance to jump and place her feet firmly on the edge.

I laughed at her adorable question.

And laughed.

And laughed.

And increased the speed to maximum.

"I'll let you answer that yourself." I smirked, clicking a picture of her with a blinding flash.

She was able to glare at me with her red face. "What kind of a brother are you?"

Before I could answer, the door of the room opened, and Carter swarmed in. Our heads turned to see him halt in place in shock.

The first reaction was a slump of the shoulders and a groan. "I thought you two were coming tomorrow!"

Agnes glared at him. "I think there are bigger things to worry right now, like , untaping me from this treadmill."

Carter took out his phone and flashed a picture of Agnes with a boyish grin. "I like you better like this."

"MOM!" Agnes yelled through panted and tired breaths. "Come save me!!"

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Thaaaaaaaat marks the end of this chapter.

As @TammyTheCat wanted to read this part, I edited it and hope you like it.

I hope you enjoy, until next time with a chapter,

-Iman