Skylar had been sent into her room crying from her mother’s insensitive comments for most of her life. Even before she first started getting fat when she was eight, their mama had always been yelling at her. Almost exclusively so. She and Holly could have been doing the exact same thing, at the exact same time even, but whatever punishment that had been doled out to “both of them” had ultimately boiled down to Skye getting punished a whole heck of a lot more than her older sister.
Even now that both of them were in their early to mid-twenties, they still had it down to a pretty tight routine.
“Sky?” Holly asked softly as she rapped on the doorframe, “You wanna talk about it?”
Skylar snort-cried.
“No.”
The Holly and Skylar had been sharing a wall since the day that they had become sisters. They hadn’t been really close until middle school, when their mama started to drink more and consequently, pick on Skylar more. But ever since, she’d been running to her little sister’s rescue after each and every jab, insult, and tongue lashing. In a weird way, it had really tempered the sisterly bond between them.
Holly sat down next to her sister, wrapping one arm around Skylar’s supple shoulders. It was getting harder to do this, as she’d gotten bigger. Ever since she’d started college her steady expansion had increased slightly, but Holly figured that it had to have been stress from… writing papers and junk. She had barely made it out of high school, let alone ever tried tackling college, so she didn’t exactly know what her sister was dealing with.
But she could still be there to offer her a helping hand, when she needed it.
“You know that she doesn’t mean it, right?”
“Of course she does.” Skylar’s face was huffy with angry red tears, “Just because she’s just drunk while she says it doesn’t mean she doesn’t mean it.”
“Come on, don’t be that way—you know mama loves you.”
Skylar turning her puffy, crying face towards her sister in disbelief had prompted a quick addition to her claim.
“…in her own way.”
“I know she does. Obviously, I still live here…” Skylar gestured vaguely to the small bedroom that had served her since childhood, “It’s just… she’s so mean. You saw! I wasn’t doing anything to her, and she just decided to rip into me like that.”
“Hey, I know. I know.” Holly pat her sister on the chunky shoulder sympathetically, “Mama doesn’t need to go lookin’ for fights any time soon. She makes ‘em.”
“Don’t talk about it like you understand—you’re the golden child. The perfect, beautiful daughter.”
Skylar shrugged away from her sister’s touch as she wriggled her way towards facing Holly. The architecture of the room meant that they were sitting on a full-sized mattress in a room that was way too small for it. It took up most of the outside wall, and they were only a few inches from the wall that lead into the one bathroom.
“You never do anything wrong… at least, not anymore…” Skylar conceded with a sniffle, “You’re making good money, you’re popular with boys… mama’s proud of you. But me? I’m just some fat nerd who had the audacity to try and make something of herself by going to college.”
Holly stirred in discontent while Skylar made her point.
“You know? She’s always gonna pick on me because she’s got you to brag about.” the big blonde was still teary-eyed as she said it, wiping the wet from the corners as she struggled to regulate her breathing, “As far as mama’s concerned, she might as well have just stopped havin’ kids after you.”
“No way.” Holly shoved her sister in a moment of lightheartedness, “Then I wouldn’t have you to pick on when I ain’t got nothin’ to do!”
“Seems like everyone does…”
Holly’s attempt to lighten the mood hadn’t quite gone over as well as she had hoped.
“Listen Skye, you know I love you, right?”
“I know…”
“Then let me worry about mama, okay?” Holly offered a weak smile as she tried to placate her younger sister into feeling better, “Next time she says something to you, I’ll set her straight. Alright?”
“That’s just it though, you never do.” Skylar huffed, “Nobody does. And I mean I get it, it’s just…”
Here Skylar sighed heavily. The sad sort of sigh that Holly had been hearing for most of her life whenever her sister was concerned, but… different somehow.
“You wouldn’t understand.” Skylar smiled sadly while she said it, “But it’s okay. You don’t have to. Mama picks on me because of my size because she hates her size. I’ve known that forever. But I appreciate you being here and I appreciate you trying to come to my rescue. But this is something that I’m gonna have to fix myself, okay?”
“Okay…” Holly frowned, “You know that I try to be a good sister when I can… right?”
“I know you do.” Skylar smiled a little wider as she pat Holly’s thick but firm thigh, “You’re a great sister. I know you’d do anything for me if you had to.”
Holly thought a bit about that last part, mulling over all of the times where she hadn’t been a good sister to Skylar. Where she hadn’t done everything that she could to protect her younger, softer sister from their mama’s wrath. Where she might have just let things happen because it would have been more comfortable for it to have happened to Skylar instead of to the both of them. Where she might not have been the best sister in the world, despite her trying…
“I would, too.” Holly offered a little smile, “You feelin’ a little better?”
“A little.” The fat blonde’s cheeks dimpled, “I think I’m gonna try and get my work done in here for the rest of the night.”
“I don’t blame you.” Holly laughed, “I’ll be sure to tell mama that you’re doin’ fine, makin’ sure that you’re gonna be able to buy and sell the lot of us one day with your degree.”
“I wouldn’t go that far, but… I appreciate it.”
The two of them parted on a bittersweet note as Holly exited the bedroom, turned corner without grabbing her mother her beer, and entered her own bedroom.
“If mama wants to pick on someone in this house, it should be me—I ain’t nearly as smart as Skye is.” Holly said quietly to herself, only just now realizing that her bedroom was just marginally bigger than her younger sister’s was, “She’s done everythin’ in her power to make sure that she grows out of the trailer and into… I don’t know, some kinda office or somethin’, and I’ll be damned if I let mama keep her where she thinks she needs to be.”
In that moment, however brief and powerful it might have been, a plan began to form underneath the copious brown curls and big tits that had come to define Holly until this moment. A blueprint for a way to make sure that Skye felt better about herself, and one that maybe (just maybe) taught mama a lesson here or there...
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