Brother’s Dilemma: Chapter 8

**Brother’s Dilemma: Chapter 8**
*By: SoleMann*

The doctor told her that usually she doesn’t allot that much time in a consultation to go over those things. But considering we’re her last appointment for today and we’re all friends here, why not? Seeing the look on my face, the doctors told me I should feel grateful that my little sister cares enough about me to want to know more about the procedure. Since she’d already gone over it with me at my last visit, I should feel free to lean back and read over the information in the handout she gave me or just occupy my mind some other way.

Almost as if to punctuate her statement, she crossed her legs and started swinging her foot, knowing full well the effect it would have on me. She then reached back into one of the draws, pulled out the material and illustrations she showed me during my first visit, and encouraged mom and Lexi to scoot in closer around her. Now the three of them were huddled together facing me just off to my right. Mom was down by my knees, with Lexi near my head and the doctor pressed in between them.

I laid there resting on my elbows mortified by the recent turn of events, and did the best I could to ignore the situation and what the doctor was telling them. I looked around the room and noticed that the room was longer than it was wide, yet the doctor had them all squeeze in and huddle around me rather then use the more open side of the room. Mayhaps that was because the materials she wanted to show them was in the drawer closer to me and she didn’t have to move her stool. Speaking of stools, I now noticed from my slightly prone position that either the stools in this exam room were taller than in the room I was in during my last visit, or this exam table was smaller and shorter.

I heard the doctor rustle some papers as she went to readjust and get more comfortable, now crossing her right leg over her left. She started to swing her leg again catching my attention, when it occurred to me that she was closer to the exam table than before. I must not have noticed that she had to scoot her stool forward in order to open the drawer enough to access the materials. In fact, from where she sat now, even her slightly swaying her leg brought her foot high enough that I could just catch the sole of her pump.

On some subconscious level, mom and Lexi must have noticed her swaying leg as well, for they both crossed and started swaying their legs too. At first their swaying pattern was haphazard, but eventually they synced up. I made a little contest out of this to see who swayed the highest and showed the most sole of their shoe. Not sure if it was because she was positioned closest to my head or not, but Lexi always seemed to show the most sole. In fact, sometimes she would almost get close enough to brush against the exam table.

Since the girls in my family have what I call busy feet, it wasn’t long before they both re-crossed their legs and started twirling their feet at the ankles. The way they sat now, the doctor’s foot bobbed up and then back down right between mom and Lexi’s twirling feet. It wasn’t long before they both popped their heels out, and started dangling their shoes. I was totally entranced by the foot show going on in front of me.

Snap, snap, snap! “Mc Fly you in there?” the doctor asked to bring my attention back to reality.

They had finished going over the material with the doctor, and were ready to plan out a date for the surgery. Then clunk, clunk, the all too familiar sound of a pair of heels hitting the tile floor. The doctors said that she hopes we don’t mind but it’s been a long day and she has to let the dogs out, and proceeded to rest the balls of her nyloned feet on the support rod between the chair’s legs. Mom said she must have read her mind, and kicked off her heels and rested the balls of her bare feet on the rod of her chair. Not wanting to be left out, Lexi followed their lead, kicked off her flats and rested the heels of her bare feet on the chair’s rod. I was now sitting there in front of three fully dressed shoeless girls and me with nothing on but the thin hospital gown. I tried to divert my gaze for fear of tenting in front of them, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the view of their feet.

We then started the task of figuring out the best date to have the procedure done. The doctor said there was no urgency to have it done so whatever worked best for us. Mom brought up that I’ll have a week off of school for spring break, but the doctor said given my past history of problems down there that I might need up to two weeks or more time off. I tried to follow their conversation as best I could but eventually it started fading as my attention was focusing more on their feet. First mom started alternating moving her knees up and down, which made her bare feet go from being flat on the rod to up and extended, accentuating her long smooth arches.

My attention was drawn back in when mom directed the conversation towards me, saying that they decided spring break week might not be sufficient time, since I couldn’t afford to miss any more school days or I wouldn’t graduate. I replied with just a guttural “Uh-huh”. Then something about waiting until after I graduated might be best. It was around this time Lexi started rubbing her bare feet against each other and the rest of the conversation was hazy with me only catching sporadic parts of the conversation. Like… first Friday after I graduate… graduation gift… feels bad he’ll be down for the summer… spring break trip… sisters will be home to help… all while I was fully focused on Lexi’s graceful little teen feet slowly caressing each other.

Oh, and there’s a couple other things about post op I almost forgot to mention. I hear the doctor say, because of the awkward location… crack, Lexi scrunched her toes then spread them wide open… someone might have to help him… she slowly and rhythmically started wiggling her toes… oh, and he won’t be able to… crack, stretch, wiggle… for more then eight weeks, baring complications… I know I should have been paying more attention, but I was too captivated by Lexi’s deft little French pedicured toes to catch more than that.

Suddenly the doctor popped off her stool and slid her nyloned feet back into her pumps, saying that just about covers it and she’ll see us once school is done. Stiff from sitting so long, mom stretched her arms up and outward, followed shortly by her stretching her legs forward. Her bare feet were inches from the exam table as she rolled them around to get the blood circulating, giving me flashes of her long smooth high arched soles. She then pointed her toes forward to stretch her legs fully, by actually pressing the balls of her feet against the cushioning of the table down by my thighs. Her soft bare feet were now less than a foot from my groin, which of course was now embarrassingly fully tented.

Before I even had the chance to blush, I heard a cracking noise right next to my ear. I turned to my right quickly to be met with Lexi’s toes mere inches from my face. I froze and just stared at her adorable little French pedicured toes. They were so close to my face that I could actually make out a tiny chip in the paint on her big toe. Then without retracting them, she started rubbing one foot against the other, then doing toe spread stretches. As she continued to wave them right in my face, I could start to the smell the scent of her feet mixed with the leather of her old flats. As subtle as possible, I started taking slow deep breaths to try and get in as much as I could of her foot aroma before…

OMG… the sharp stabbing pain… this has to be the worst it’s been so far… it’s so intense I’m even starting to get the shakes… and why is it I swear I smell feet again…