https://www.wattpad.com/1083759228-brother%27s-dilemma-chapter-6 By: SoleMann + Okay... calm down, relax, and think of something else rather than the sharp pain down there. I knew we should have stopped for the pain meds on the way home, but I was assured that what they gave when I had the surgery this afternoon would tie me over until the morning. I can hardly wait for the pharmacy to open up tomorrow, so mom can run out and pickup my meds for me. Why couldn't she have had them call the script in so we could pick it up on the way home? I bet if I was her child by blood like her daughter Stephanie, rather then just marrying into the family, I'd be laying here in bed resting peacefully tonight, rather then being randomly jolted awake from the pain. + Stop thinking like that, it's just the pain talking, she's the only mom I've ever known, given that my birth mom passed away shortly after I was born. A fact that my older sister Brittany holds against me, even though dad told us it was just a coincidence that it happened so soon after my birth. No wonder when dad remarried she became closer to Stephanie then me, despite Steph being a few years older then her. You'd think after our little sister Lexi was born, that since the age gap between her and I was as close as I was with Brittany that we'd get along famously. Which was true for a short while, but regrettably it didn't last. + Sure she'd catch some flack from my older sisters about playing with me, but who else would she play with, since she wasn't old enough yet for them to want to hang with her? As time went by though, the age difference didn't matter as much and my older sisters started to include her in things, which meant she was torn between us. The fact that my older siblings always talked down about me didn't help either. Then again, I guess I was partially to blame for our eventual rift as well. + I remember when I first started school, I discovered that unlike other boys my age who avoided girls, I found myself attracted to them, especially their feet. Maybe it was because I had come from a mostly female home life, since dad was often out of town on business, so I was just more comfortable with girls. Or maybe it was because of something else I'd noticed incidentally in the boys' room: my willy didn't look the same as other boys. Of course it wasn't long before health class dismissed that thought; it turned out I just wasn't circumcised. Which has landed me where I am now, having it done in my late teens. + As far as my attraction to girls' feet, I have no idea where that came from. Sure I grew up in a house full of girls who all had nice feet, a fact that I started taking more notice of as the years went by, but that wasn't a very logical reason. If I wanted to get all psychological about it, maybe I could say that when I was young (before Lexi was born) and wanted to play with my older sisters, their way of dealing with me was to just push me away with their feet, or if I was extremely obnoxious they would hold me down and punish me with their stinky feet. I guess one could say that since my craving attention from my sisters was met with only contact by means of their feet, that it somehow rewired me to yearn for feet. + As the years went by, I would often come up with ways to annoy them enough so they would feel the need to retaliate using their feet. And the times when our parents would force us all to play together, I would do my best to devise a plan where my losing would wind up with me at their feet. Eventually, Lexi got old enough to where I started to notice how cute her feet were. Since the only way my other sisters would put their feet on me was when I irritated them, I started doing little things to rile Lexi in hopes that she would respond the same way as my older sisters with her feet. In hindsight, this is what mostly widened the rift between us, ultimately swaying her to our older sister's side. + But I just couldn't help myself. I couldn't get the image out of my mind when I fist noticed how cute Lexi's feet had gotten. One day when I was searching the house for her, I thought I heard her voice in our older sisters' room. I barged in partly to see if she was actually in the room, and partly to try and tick off my older sisters. What I saw when the door swung open, would totally change my view of Lexi. There she was sitting on the edge of Brittany's bed in a T-shirt and jean shorts with one leg tucked under her and the sole of that foot pointing right at me, her other foot resting on Brittany's lap, who was sitting on the floor painting Lexi's toenails a crimson red. My sisters immediately yelled at me to get out, and normally I would have taken this opportunity to push my luck and get punished by their feet, but I just froze. I couldn't stop staring at Lexi's feet, the supple sole of her one foot, the high arch of her other foot elegantly.... + OMG... the shooting pain... stop thinking about Lexi's feet... OMG... the strain on the stitches of my freshly circumcised head is almost unbearable... crap, crap, crap...  OMG... I gotta get my mind off Lexi's feet... it's the only way to ease the shooting pain from strain it's causing on my fresh stitches... they warned me that getting aroused could cause some pain down there, but I had no idea it could be this intense... if only mom had picked up the pain meds on the way home instead of my having to wait until she got back from the pharmacy tomorrow morning... oh jeez... I was all concerned that I might accidentally get morning wood, since I hadn't rubbed one out in awhile, and here I let my mind wander and got all excited... darn my sisters and their alluring feet... ok stop it, that's not helping... slow deep breaths... now I need to concentrate on something else... I know, mayhaps if I recall how I got myself into this predicament... + Ok, so on and off through my youth I would often get urinary tract infections, every so often I would even get balanitis or infections and swelling down there, which caused me to fall behind in school due to missing so many days. All leading up to this, my last year of high school, when once again I missed school due to balanitis back around the first of the year. + It was then that mom coyly approached me, saying that she hoped that I wouldn't be too upset with her, but the previous night her and dad were at one of those high society events they attend, and that she had casually brought up my condition to a prominent doctor friend she had. I didn't particularly like that she discussed my situation with someone, after all it's kind of a personal subject to begin with, let alone the fact the "she" was talking about it. But I just awkwardly avoided her gaze and let her continue. + She said she mentioned that I've had this before along with urinary tract infections over the years and the first words out of her friends mouth was "Would I be correct in assuming your son is not circumcised?" + Mom said that after she picked her jaw up off the floor, her friend told her how it's never too late to get it done and how having it done could spare me from further complications down there, and that I should set up an appointment to get you checked out. Then after quite a long discussion in which she quoted a few things her doctor friend had told her and voiced her concerns about any future problems that I could avoid, I finally relented and we set up an appointment the next day. + Since I still was under the weather due to the balanitis, I didn't feel up to driving myself to the doctor's that day. Unfortunately, dad had left town earlier that morning for work and the only choice I had was for mom to take me there. Even though she wasn't my biological mom, her and my dad had been together as long as I could remember, so it was almost just as awkward. + I remember sitting there in the office thinking how embarrassing it was going to be to drop my pants in front of the doctor. Sure I had done it in front of my family doctor for years, but this was going to be in front of some new guy that I'd never met. I glanced around the office to try and get my mind off things. OMG... will this night of pain ever end... crap it's only a little after 2:00 in the morning.... Stephanie, yeah that's who told me the last thing I needed was to irritate the area before surgery... she must know what she's talking about, since she's in school to be a surgical nurse or something... speaking of nurse, if I recall, she dressed in one of those short old school nurse outfits a few years back, right down to those strappy heels... oww, oww, oww... damn, I'm writhing in pain down there from the strain its causing on the sutures, yet I can't seem to keep my mind off my sister's feet... ok... now where was I... oh yeah, first time meeting the doctor... + After what seemed like forever, the receptionist finally slid open the tinted glass window and told me the doctor was ready to see me. As I got up, mom asked me if I'd like for her to go in with me for support. I just gave her that shocked "what the heck" look, and she gave me a huge grin and burst out laughing, saying that she was just trying to ease the tension. + One of the nurses led me back to the exam room and told me to get undressed and put on one of those hospital gowns that just tie in the back. Then I sat and waited some more, which was fine by me, since it gave me a chance to calm down after watching a certain someone dangling their shoe off their foot for the last half hour. But best not dwell on that again. The door finally opened and this girl next door looking woman, probably in her late twenties, with her hair tied back in a ponytail came in. + She sat down on a stool across from me and proceeded to ask me the usual questions, which eventually led to more personal question regarding my condition. Once she was done, she asked me to lie back so she could exam me. At this point I told her, no offense, but I would prefer to wait until my mom's friend the doctor came in to check me out, since she talked to him personally the other night. She raised an eyebrow, looking at me inquisitively, and a slight smile appeared across her face. She then told me, that she was the doctor friend that my mom spoke with the other night, gave a light hearted chuckle, and said that mom must have forgotten to mention that she was a female doctor. + No, wait, I was sure mom said her doctor friend was a guy, didn't she? Or did she just dance around the subject?... dance around it barefoot... like she does when she's vacuuming and doesn't think anyone's watching... her soft peds leaving perfect silhouettes of her soles in the freshly vacuumed carpet... no, no, no... I can feel things start to tighten down there... don't get distracted... stop thinking about feet... must concentrate... + Ok, there I sat mortified, not only that mom had casually discussed my private situation with her girl friend at a party, by that she didn't warn me ahead of time that my exam was going to be taken by a female doctor. Nothing against female doctors, they are just as qualified as their male counterparts, and more then likely have a better bedside manner. But when it came to having someone checking out your junk, it just seemed a little less awkward to me. + I reluctantly laid back to let her start the examination, and tried my best to keep my mind off the fact that this girl next-door looking doctor was now fondling my privates. But much like now, I wasn't doing a very good job of it. She told me that it looked like what my family doctor had me doing was working and things were clearing up... that's it, bring up my ugly old family doctor... picturing him should keep anything embarrassing from happening... She then started to go over how simple the actual procedure was, and told me to open my eyes so she could show me what exactly was going to be done. + As she did this she started manipulating my foreskin, and despite that I hadn't fully recovered and was still a little sore down there, I could feel things starting to stir. I just couldn't help myself, between her warm hands, the proximity of her face to my groin, and her cute ponytail bobbing around ever so slightly brushing my inner thigh. Suddenly in mid sentence, she smiled coyly and gave me a reassuring look. Don't be embarrassed, she said, this happens more often than you might think. Besides its usually preferred for me to get a look at it this way before any surgery is done, so I can get an idea of how much I can safely remove. Of course, given that you're still a little swollen from the balanitis, it would be best if you came back in two weeks after you're fully healed to get a better idea of how to proceed. + She then got up and sat back in the stool across from me to go over the rest of what she needed to explain to me about how thing would be done, let me know what test I would need to have first, and what forms I'd have to fill out and sign. I tried to concentrate on what she was saying, but my eyes wandered down to the crocs she was wearing. Normally I wouldn't give that kind of shoe a second look, but when she had lifted her legs to rest her feet on the chair's support rod, rather then resting the rubber sole of her shoe on the rod, she slipped the rod between her shoe and her white socked feet. In that position, with her knees bent, I could see from her ankles to almost the arches of her socked feet. She then asked me a couple questions before telling me that we were almost done, she just had to jot down a few more notes. + As she placed her clipboard on her lap, she raised her knees to get a more level writing surface, and I heard a familiar, "clump clump". I looked down and sure enough there were her crocs lying on the floor under her stool. The pads of her damp slightly dirty white socks were now resting directly on the rod. She started to slowly alternate wiggling her toes between one foot then the other, as if stretching them out. Then she slowly started rubbing her feet together, massaging the sole of one foot against the back of the other. She then placed both feet next to each other and scrunched her toes, causing a cracking noise. This broke me out of my trance and we locked eyes. I hope you don't mind, she said, but my feet get so hot and sore being in these shoes all day. Sometimes it just feels good to kick them off and get a little fresh air on my tootsies, and feel the cool rod of the chair on my arches. By the way, I had finished examining you. You could have covered up when ever you liked. Okay... come to your senses, that was months ago... there's no way you can still be smelling her socks... it must just be my overactive imagination combined with sleep deprivation... or maybe a result of lingering traces of what they injected me with before the surgery... in any case, I got to clear my mind... now where was I... + She cleared her throat, which broke me out of the trance I was in over her socked feet. When I looked up at her, she had this Cheshire cat grin on her face. "I guess I know what to do to get you in the proper condition for your exam in two weeks." My face must have turned bright red and once again she gave me that reassuring look. Don't be embarrassed, she said, this is more common than you might think. + She then slid back into her crocs, stood up and told me I could change back into my clothes. Just before she was about to leave, she reminded me that I needed to make a follow-up appointment in two weeks, and to be sure to bring a parent or at least one family member with me so we could go over home recovery procedures together. Since it was an outpatient surgery, home aftercare was extremely important and it was best to have someone who was actually taking care of you who knew what needed to be done, just in case you got distracted again. She then gave me a wink. She told me to also make sure to get these tests done before my appointment with her, and tossed two scripts on my lap, which of course brush against my still exposed head. Now hurry up and get dressed, your mom's waiting for you, then she disappeared out the door. + I got dressed as quick as I could, given my situation, headed back to the lobby and set up my appointment for roughly two weeks. We figured since we were already in the building that we'd just go to the other side of the facility and make the appointments for my tests while we were here. On the walk over mom was curious what test they were having me take. Since I could never make out doctor scribble, I just handed her the scripts. She looked at them for a second, and then told me that I needed to be more careful when someone gave me important papers, since I got some sort of liquid on them. I was mortified, they must have gotten some of my man juices on them when the doctor carelessly tossed them on my lap. I just put my head down and started to walk a little faster to try and avoid the embarrassing situation. Unfortunately hearing the clickety-clack of her heels on the tile floor behind me wasn't helping. + The next couple of weeks were pretty much uneventful. I went and got my tests done, simple blood work and one of the tests to make sure I was physically fit and my heart was up to taking the stress of surgery. Luckily, neither test made me expose myself to any more of the medical staff. + I still had to choose someone to go with me, since the doctor was rather adamant that I bring someone to go over homecare with. Per usual dad was going to be out of town for that week, something that seemed to be occurring more frequently and for longer periods of time. On one side it sucked that I didn't get to see dad as much and I was pretty much growing up in an all female household. On the plus side, dad was loaded and we led a pretty good life, in a good size house with a pool, and regularly went on out of town vacations. I often wondered if dad's money was as much a factor as mom's youth was in them getting together. + But back to my decision process, I first considered having Steph go with me, since she's in school to be some kind of nurse. Plus since she's not related by blood, it wouldn't be as awkward as having one of my other sisters there. Unfortunately with her crazy nursing hours, I couldn't guarantee I could get in touch with her if I needed something. Plus she might already have some idea of what needs to be done, so she could be like my backup plan. Now although they would probably be more reliable, I just wouldn't feel comfortable sitting in a small room discussing what needs to be done to my junk with my other sisters. So I decided that once again mom would be escorting me to the doctor's office. + The day finally came for my appointment. Mom poked her head in my room to let me know that it was time to go and that she'll meet me in the car, and don't forget to hit the head before you leave. I was like, really mom? I'm old enough to know to go before I leave. So while mom went to get the car pulled out, I went to use the facilities, then left through the attached garage, headed out front, closing the garage door behind me. + As I walked to the car, I kept half an eye on the garage door to make sure that it closed properly. I popped open the passenger door and hopped in, only to be greeted by a voice from the back seat. + "Hey bro..." I turned to see Lexi in the back seat. I assumed we were just dropping her off somewhere on the way there, but as we grew closer to the doctor's office, I started to get more and more anxious. We had already passed the mall, and I was pretty sure none of her friends lived out this way, not to mention there was nothing else within walking distance of the medical facility we were headed to. + Finally I spoke up, and asked Lexi where she was headed to today. Her reply was, with you of course, silly. I nearly got whiplash my head turned so fast to look at mom. She looked back at me sheepishly and said she had been talking with dad about how this was delicate surgery and she was worried that she might not understand or remember everything the doctor was going to tell us. Lexi happened to be nearby and overheard the conversation, and approached me later on to tell me that she was concerned as well and would like to go with me to learn more about it. Mom then leaned in toward me and spoke more softly, saying your sister's just worried about you, and if she's more informed it will probably ease her mind. Not to mention it wouldn't hurt for me to have more help taking care of you afterwards. + I turned back to Lexi who gave me that puppy dog look. Please big brother, I even brought a pad and paper to take notes. Plus I'll bring you breakfast in bed everyday, and play your video games or watch shows with you throughout the day to help keep you company until you're recovered. I still wasn't keen on the idea, but we were practically there already, plus it would be nice not to be stuck in my room by myself all day, so I reluctantly agreed. + When we arrived at the doctor's office I checked in with the receptionist, then took a seat across from my mom and Lexi, and prepared for the inevitable long wait. I glanced around the waiting room and like before we were pretty much the only ones there, except for a slightly overweight lady with some ugly boots on. So once again my attention was drawn to mom's tan legs and bare feet in pumps. But this time she wasn't my sole focus, since sitting right next to her was Lexi in jeans with her bare feet in a pair of flats. + Now the girls in my family have what I call busy feet, so even if they are at rest sitting down, their feet are usually quite active. It wasn't long before mom, always the proper lady in public, sitting up straight crossed one leg over the other at the knees and started to sway her foot. Lexi on the other hand slouched down in her chair, stretching her legs out in my direction crossed at the ankles and slowly rolled her foot while checking messages on her phone. It wasn't long before she started popping her flats on and off her foot giving me flashes of her sole. Shortly after, almost as if not to be outdone, mom starting dangling her pump off her bare toes. I was now torn between mom's high arches and her dangling pump, and Lexis soft supple sole flashes. With all this action, it wasn't long before... + No!!! Not again... damn it, stick to the main points and stop fixating on their feet... crap, there's that sharp gut-wrenching pain again... you're killing me smalls... jeez the last thing I need is to accidentally pop a stitch my first night because I can't keep my thoughts from drifting to their feet...  Okay... just calm down ...stop thinking about all the foot action that was going on in the waiting room before you pop a stitch... after how today went, the last thing I want to do is have to go back there... just take it easy and stick to the facts... + My attention kept drifting between mom and Lexi's feet, when suddenly my foot bliss was broken by a loud clank. The receptionist had over zealously slid open the small tinted window as she went to inform me that the doctor was ready to see me. I quickly turned away as I got up, so hopefully neither of them would notice the tent in my pants, and headed through the door. Like before, I was directed to one of the small rooms and told to change into the hospital gown and take a seat. Now came the second wait until the doctor finished up her other patients and got around to me. At least that would give me some time lose this chubby I was sporting. + No sooner had that thought entered my mind when the door suddenly swung open and the doctor came strolling in. Only this time rather then being in her scrubs, she was in her more professional looking outfit with her white lab coat over a light blue dress shirt and a knee length black skirt on. Her long legs were encased in hose and she had classic business black heels on. I almost had to do a double take to make sure it was her. She still had her hair pulled back in a ponytail, but she let some wavy strands loose to frame off her face giving her more of the sexy librarian look rather then the girl next door. + She told me perfect timing, the consultation before me went quicker than anticipated so she'd now have more time to go over things with us. Without any warning she immediately walked up to me and unceremoniously flipped my gown up to expose my privates. Seeing my chubby, she tried to hold back a smile. + "You happy to see me, or did something in the waiting room get your attention?" + She then gave me a pouty look. It was no win situation; it would've been awkward enough to admit that her new stunning look was the cause, let alone admit it was from the foot show mom and Lexi gave me in the waiting room. I just blushed and tried not to meet her gaze. + Relax she said, I was just messing with you to try and break the tension. She then proceeded to take my member in hand and told me that it looks like everything's cleared up nicely and we shouldn't have any problems going ahead and setting a time for the procedure. She just needed to go over the results of the test and more fully examine the area. But to put it bluntly, I wasn't erect enough yet to do a proper exam, so I was told tojust relax and lay back for a few, while she looked over my test results. + She sat down on the stool across from me, lifted her legs hooking one of her heels over that same chair rod as before, then crossed one leg over the other like mom had just done in the waiting room. She looked me right in the eye and spoke. + "If I remember correctly, this should help speed things along." + She then dropped the heel of her free foot off and onto the floor, exposing her long lovely nylon encased foot. Despite how embarrassing the situation was, by the time she finished glancing over the results and letting me know everything looked good, I was at full mast. + She noticed this, gave me a coy smile, slid her foot back into her pump and continued on with the exam part of my consultation. She started manipulating my foreskin and jotting down measurements, so she could plan out how much excess skin she needed to remove. Too much and there wouldn't be enough to reach full mast, and could cause painful erections afterwards for a year or more until the skin stretched out. Not enough and there would still be a fold and I would end up still having the same complications I'd been having down there. In any case, it was better to error on the side of the former then the latter. + Huh? Wait, what does that mean? But before I could get the words out, she turned, cracked open the door and said something to one of the nurses passing by, then sat back on one of the stools. Seconds later there was a knock on the door and I could faintly hear mom's voice on the other side. She looked over at me and casually told me that I just might want to cover that up before mom opens the door.