Mark calmly walked downstairs, a plan in his head about how he was going to break Eve’s façade. He entered the dinning room and saw Eve standing next to a plate of pancakes. Her eyes lit up when she saw him wearing the clothes she had picked out for him. This made Mark pause. That was not the reaction he expected. It was too genuine.
“Hurry and come eat big brother. You don’t want to be late for school,” Eve informed as she pulled out the chair for him. Very carefully, Mark sat down in the chair. Eve pushed the chair in before pouring Mark a glass of milk. She then grabbed the silverware and began cutting Mark’s pancakes for him.
“I can cut my own food. I’m not 5,” Mark argued with an annoyed sigh.
“I’m know Mark, but you don’t have too. I’ll take care of it. You just enjoy,” she cooed and lifted a piece up to his mouth.
‘She totally put something in the pancakes. She’s just trying to make sure I eat it,’ Mark thought. “Eve, where’s your food?” He asked in an attempt to sound casual.
“I already ate mine. I had some cereal so I had plenty of time to make this for you,” she explained.
“Cereal vs pancakes. That doesn’t sound fair. Now I feel bad. Why don’t you have some of my pancakes?” Mark smirked.
“I made these for you. Don’t you like pancakes?” She asked, a genuine sadness building in her eyes.
“I’d like to share these with you ‘dear’ sister,” Mark challenged.
Eve gave a sigh of relief before putting the bite into her mouth. Mark cursed under his breath. Did he fall into the classic blunder? ‘Was that piece actually safe? Wait, no, it’s a pancake. You can’t boobytrap half a pancake, can you?’ Mark’s mind was racing in an attempt to uncover Eve’s plan. While his mind spiraled, Eve picked up another piece and raised it to his lips.
“Say Ahh,” she smiled. Panicked but unwilling to lose, Mark opened his mouth to receive the pancake. What shocked him most was how good it was. Sweet and pillowy with just the right amount of butter. “Do you like it?” Eve asked nervously.
“It’s good,” Mark answered simply. Eve’s face lit up at his words. She quickly stabbed another piece and held it to his mouth but, in her haste, she dragged a string of syrup onto his crotch.
“Dammit, I’m sorry Mark,” she cussed with a blush. Moving quickly, she grabbed a washcloth and wet it before placing her hand firmly on his crotch to clean it. That was as far as Mark could stand it.
“Okay, okay, okay, you win,” Mark screamed and flew out of the chair and Eve’s reach. “I’m sorry I messed with your character. I was just tired of you downloading games onto my laptop without asking me.”
“What character?” Eve asked taken off guard.
“The one for Chrono-whatever. The one you we’re playing last night,” Mark clarified.
“CHRONO TRIGGER? Why would I be playing that on your laptop? Besides, I haven’t touched your laptop in a week,” Eve explained.
“Eve, don’t lie to me. Last night, a new software got updated on my computer. I didn’t download it, so I must have been you,” Mark sighed.
“Mark. I swear I didn’t download anything onto your laptop since it failed to run Breeders of the Nephilim last month,” Eve stated adamantly.
“Breeder of what?” Mark asked caught off guard.
“It’s a game where you fuck different monster races and…” she was cut off by Mark shouting.
“Why would you use my laptop for a game like that!?” Mark shouted.
With a deep blush, Eve began “because it turns me on but I didn’t want that game under my steam account.”
“Stay away from me,” Mark shouted.
“Mark wait, I’m sorry,” Eve shouted after him as he ran upstairs.