Medication and Lactation Pt. 1
***All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older*** My sister clapped her hands together and gave me the best puppy-dog eyes she could manage. “Please? It would really make my night. Jay and I haven’t had a date night in weeks! And every time I visit her she wants to chat for hours…” I smirked. I was exhausted, but I could never say “no” to her. I was the big brother, right? It was my job to help. “Alright,” I conceded as I snatched the brown paper bag from the living room table. “What’s the address?” “Oh, thank you so much, Mark!” she said as she threw her arms around my neck, wrapping me in a bear hug. “I owe you one.” She let go and picked up her phone. “I’ll …