Brother, My Brother Ch. 04

?OUCH!? I squirmed on the examination couch as the doctor probed deep into my cunny, his vinyl gloves squishing and squelching in my most intimate place.

?Keep still, please!? he commanded. ?It?ll only hurt more if you move.?

It sounded like a promise! I could hardly see him beyond the surgical-green modesty cloth the nurse had draped from my midriff to my elevated knees. ?Are you looking for Osama bin Laden in there?? I quipped. He didn?t reply and the nurse winked at me in sympathy. Humourless bastard, her expression said.

I had to be content to bite my lip and wince from time to time as he continued to push and probe to establish the size of my pelvic hole. Once I thought he was trying to grasp my spine. I added my imprinted finger-marks to his well-worn couch at that moment.

Then it was all over; I could go behind the screen to wipe away the lube and get dressed. Doctor Morrison was at his desk, scribbling away in my notes when I emerged and he looked up after a few minutes. ?Well, Ms Ellison, you have a perfectly normal pelvic girth,? he said ponderously. ?You should have no difficulty there when the time comes.?

?Thank you doctor.?

?You?re fit and healthy. All your blood and urine tests show normal. I?m sure you?ll have a perfectly healthy child. The receptionist will give you the relevant literature about diets, exercise and health care on your way out. Thank you, good afternoon.?

Relief flooded through me to wash out any irritation I felt at his off-hand attitude. The miraculous growth of a new child was taking place within me - Me! - and to him it was just another day at the surgery. Yet I was relieved; I had dreaded some abnormality showing up in the tests to reveal the child within my womb had been planted there by my brother, Liam...

?How did it go?? he asked, coming into the kitchen.

?Well enough,? I shrugged, setting the table for dinner. ?No medical problems, but God! Whoever dreamt up that gyno process had to have been a man. No woman would inflict it on another. That bloody doctor had his hand so far inside me I?ll swear he thought I was a glove-puppet. My cunny still feels sore, and I was oozing lubricant from it all bloody afternoon. Talk about a mess!?

Liam went rather pale; most men do at the mention of ?woman?s problems.? It came in useful at school if I wanted to get out of swimming lessons, which I hated. I only had to say ?Time of the month, sir? to our physical education teacher and he?d quickly let me off. Want to laugh? Once, the class idiot decided to try the same tactic; the teacher soon gave him the bad news!

We ate dinner, and by now I noticed Liam was quieter than usual. ?What?s wrong, dear?? I asked.

He toyed with his food, then shrugged sheepishly. ?I?ve been promoted.?

?What?? I stared at him. ?Well, congratulations!? I hurried around to his side of the table and hugged him. ?That?s cause for celebration... isn?t it?? Liam looked doubtful. ?Isn?t it??

He put his arm around my waist. ?Christie, it?ll mean I can?t help you out with Aunt Liz?s B