It was hot in the trailer. I could feel sweat running down my spine and from under my breasts. I was starting to think my half naked sister had the right idea.

I was making one of my obligatory visits that our mom insists on. My sister and I had never got along well together. She was the party girl; I was the brain, and the little sister to boot. I went on to marry a doctor, a good provider with a smart home and a new car every year. Yeah, and a low sperm count with no time for my conception schedule. We’ve missed my best time-of-the-month now six months in a row, all because of the job that made him attractive in the first place. I was pumped so full of hormones and fertility drugs I couldn’t hardly think straight.

My sister on the other hand had married a man who fixed cars when he could find someone to hire him and pumped gas when he couldn’t. A horrible provider with a trailer house they still owed money on and a eight year old econobox car that belched black smoke whenever it went over a speed bump.

And apparently, a sperm count as large as his checking account balance was small. I sat there sipping my coffee from a stained stolen Denny’s mug while listening to my sister complains about puffy feet and her back pains. Then it suddenly hit me. I broke down and started crying at the injustice of it all. I was always the one who wanted children, and my sister was on her third. I won’t bore you with our conversation, but we worked a lot of old stuff out and in the end, we hugged and felt more like sisters than ever before.

I started spending more time with my sister and we really got along better than ever before. One evening she and I were watching a movie on the DVD player I got her for her baby shower, when she suddenly grunted. Long story short it was the baby. I drove her to the hospital and she delivered quickly and with no problems. I couldn’t get ahold of her husband Larry as it was his floating poker night, but I promised to go back and leave him a note.

When I arrived at the trailer, I could see that Larry was home. I rushed in the unlocked front door to a sight I hadn’t expected. There he was passed out with a porno movie in the DVD player.