Sister's Clinic

The Visit

I knocked on Liv’s apartment door and stuffed my hands back into my pockets to fight the chill in the hallway. Liv definitely managed to get a good deal on her place; much better than anything I could afford. But the high ceilings and old brick made the place freezing. My fingers caught the edge of the folded piece of paper in my pocket. Shit. I really needed to move that to a safer place, or just trash it. I scanned the hallway and spotted a little communal trash can at the end. I pressed my face to the door to listen in. Nothing. I had time.

I bolted down the hallway and pulled the flyer out of my duffel coat pocket.

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I fought back a laugh at Dr L Breed again. It didn’t matter how many times I read it, it always sounded a little funny. I was almost 99% certain it was a fake name to obscure the founder’s identity, but there was 1% of me that hoped it was her real name. That an extremely virile futa was just walking around with the name Breed.

I heard a door open behind me and then. “What are you doing over there?”

I spun around. “Just throwing away a receipt” my voice came out squeaky and Liv’s eyes narrowed slightly, but then relaxed.

She opened her arms. “Get over here, bug.”

I scrunched up the flyer, threw it in the trash, and ran to my sister. She caught me easily, arms wrapping around me as she lifted me clean off my feet. For a moment I was suspended there, my toes dangling above the floor, and I pressed my face into her shoulder. People are always surprised we’re sisters. Liv’s 5ft9 with legs that go on for days, curves everywhere, but especially on her chest. She has tits that always want to spill out whatever she’s wearing. And then there’s me. 5 ft nothing and barely 100 Lbs.

Liv carried me inside with one arm, picking up my suitcase with the other. Once we were inside she set me down and immediately started working on my coat buttons before I could even reach for them myself. I sighed at her but let her do it. She hung my coat on the rack, then turned back to assess me with that look. The one that took inventory of everything from whether I was sleeping enough to if I’d been skipping meals. Her hand came up to tuck a flyaway piece of hair behind my ear.

“You eaten today? Actual food, not train station junk.” She quizzed.

“Ummm. I had half a bagel before I left home.” I shrugged.

She rolled her eyes and gave me a gentle shove toward the living room. “Go sit down. I’ll fix you something.”

I smiled and jumped dramatically onto Liv’s huge cloud sofa. God, I wish I lived here permanently. Mom and dad’s was nice; in that typical suburban type way. But at 23 I was starting to feel a little antsy to get out of there. And as it happens, I do have a plan to get out of there. There’s an apartment for sale just outside of town; and while it’s not as nice as Liv’s it’s spacious and has a terrace and lovely views of the park. And that’s where I plan on raising my baby.

The reminder of why I was here and what I was about to do came flooding back strong. I hated lying to Liv, and I was never very good at it anyway. She had that big sister super-power of always seeing through my half-truths and demanding absolute honesty, even if she had to pin me down and tickle it out of me.

Liv appeared from the kitchen with a plate and settled onto the sofa beside me, immediately pulling my feet into her lap after I’d tucked them under me. She handed me the plate, a thick chicken and avocado sandwich, cut diagonally the way she knew I liked.

“So…why did it HAVE to be this weekend.”

“Can’t I just want to visit my sister?” I said around a mouthful of food.

“Hmm.” She reached over with her thumb to catch a crumb at the corner of my mouth, and I batted her hand away. “You know you’re welcome here anytime you want. But when I told you next weekend would be better because I wasn’t working, you still insisted on coming this weekend. So what gi