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Brooke & Mikayla are sisters in their 20's—this is how one made the other very, very fat
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Chapter #4

Buttering Brooke Up

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"So Mikayla's being... nice."

Olivia had said it over dinner a few nights later, after the car crashing incident. She, Brooke, and Mikayla had known each other for literally most of their lives; and while things weren't always rocky between the Wider sisters, they were never so smooth that Mikayla would have ever willingly cooked dinner, served it to the two of them on the couch, and then continued to wait on the two of them hand and foot.

Sure, if Olivia had been a "guest". But the three of them were practically family. Outside of a Brady Bunch style bet that the two of them had made when they were in grade school, Brooke and Mikayla never got along this well. At least, not without snipping at each other the whole while. Which admittedly got in the way of the whole "getting along" thing, but that was just kind of how these two got along.

Coming into the house and not hearing them bicker was kind of... surreal.

"Don't mind her, she's just sucking up." Brooke laughed brusquely at Olivia's observation, "Ever since she dented the car and I agreed not to tell Mom and Dad, she's been on her best behavior."

"Oh yeah, you told me about that..." Olivia's discomfort was slightly assuaged, "You had that ugly rental for like two days."

"Truth be told, it's kind of nice to have her on her best behavior." Brooke tucked heartily into her dinner, "She's been doing more around the house, picking up after herself, and I haven't had to cook pretty much since it happened."

"Wow? Mikayla being helpful?" Olivia curled an eyebrow, "I guess a little guilt goes a long way."

"You're telling me."

In the long time that Brooke and Olivia had known one another, the former had always been the heavier among them. Not taking into account the fact that Olivia was naturally slender in build, to contrast the long line of Wider women that had gone into making Brooke's bottom-heavy physique (and Mikayla's too, though she'd slimmed down considerably since the three of them were kids) Olivia had always just eaten like a bird to contrast the more voracious Wider sisters.

Brooke had been on her second bowl of hamburger helper, as prepared by Mikayla, by the time Olivia got her first bowl. And Mikayla had just refilled it for a third.

"She used mayonnaise instead of milk this time." Brooke said with a little face

"Is that was that is?"

"Yeah." Brooke picked a little bit, her speed slowed considerably as her stomach filled up, "I'm not sure how I feel about it. It's not bad though..."

Brooke took another big bite. And then another, until the bowl was empty.

"Okay, that's enough." Brooke said in a heavy, satisfied voice as she leaned back into the couch and put her bowl on the end table, "I'm stuffed—hey 'Kay!"

Brooke cupped her hand around her mouth and hollered into the kitchen from the living room. Mikayla came out, apparently in the middle of cleanup duty. Mikayla cooking and cleaning up after herself in the kitchen? That really was odd for her...

"You mind taking my bowl?"

"Sure thing." Mikayla took it without a fight, "Livvie, you done?"

"No, I'm still working on mine." the shorter, skinnier brunette said with an awkward smile, "Thanks though!"

"No problem, just holler when you're done."

And with that, a surprisingly domestic Mikayla made her way back into the kitchen without so much as a jab or an insult at her sister's expense. Weird.

"I know I could have gotten up and done that myself, but I figured why waste a guilty sister?" Brooke chuckled as she laid a hand on her stomach, sitting back into the couch, "That's horrible, isn't it?"

"What? No, you're covering for her." Olivia waved the thought away, "Besides, she fucked up the car. Let her sweat a little."

"I know that's right—oof."

Brooke grunted heavily as she picked her feet up and slid them onto the other side of the great L-shaped couch, laying to almost her full length while her friend took the smaller section.

"If Kay's not careful, I could get used to this..."
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