Disclaimer: I do not possess any featured characters from the TV series Full House, a Miller/Boyett production, and I am not the show's creator.
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Warning 2: No beta reader. Apologies for everything wrong, such as any character personality discrepancies, in this short story. Any criticism is welcome. I have a high pain tolerance.
Save Our Sister
By Jan J. (P.J.P.), Little Sister's Keepress
"D.J.! D.J.!" Michelle Tanner chanted enthusiastically upon seeing her big sister enter the kitchen.
"Hi, Michelle!" D.J. greeted. The teenager bent down and pecked her five-year-old sibling on the cheek.
"Where's Stephanie?" the little blonde inquired.
"Oh, she'll be here in a few minutes," D.J. answered reassuringly as she plunked her backpack on the table.
"So then I can have the sandwich?" Michelle implored. Her eyes widened ingenuously.
D.J. laughed. "Michelle, how can you be hungry already? You just had lunch!"
"Not that kind of sandwich, silly!" proclaimed the youngest Tanner.
"Well, what is this sandwich you desire, kid?" the elder girl asked.
"The Sister Sandwich!" declared Michelle. She abandoned her seat at the table and tugged at D.J.'s arms.
"Did I hear something about a sandwich?" a voice called out from the living room.
"Yes!" replied D.J. "Hey, Steph, we're in here."
The middle blonde strolled in, and, spotting Michelle, she lifted up the younger and twirled her around.
"Put me down!" Michelle demanded. However, her giggles revealed her true sentiments.
"We were just waiting for you," D.J. said to Stephanie.
"Oh?" Stephanie commented while setting Michelle carefully back on the floor.
"Yes. It seems our little sister wants the Sister Sandwich," D.J. announced.
"Alrighty then. Ready?" Stephanie quirked an eyebrow at D.J.
"Ready when you are," D.J. relayed.
Staring at each other, they nodded once and simultaneously ambled over to Michelle.
D.J. hefted Michelle up from the front, and Stephanie cradled Michelle from the back. The smallest girl wrapped her right arm around D.J.'s neck and reached out for Stephanie's shoulder with her left hand.
"One, two, three! Go!" yelled D.J. She and Stephanie embraced Michelle.
On opposite sides in this "Tanner three-way" hug, Michelle was sheltered—sandwiched, really—by her big sisters.
"Now this is much better!" Michelle's muffled voice affirmed.
FIN