Almost three months and a decent round of finals later, Winston came home. His parents had hopped their flight to South Africa two days before to join their first safari of the summer. He called his sister from the car on the way home to let her know he was coming.
She bounded out the side door to greet him as he pulled in the drive. Winston’s eyes tracked up her incredible long, tapered alabaster legs sheathed in a small pair of khaki shorts. Her tiny blue tank top showed a bit of her smooth flat belly. Her long dark hair was damp and gathered in a loose ponytail that swung wildly as she dashed across the driveway to crash into him as he got out of his car. She hugged him fiercely.
In the crush of her embrace, he felt the full length of her tight, athletic body. His sister was a firm in all the right places. He also smelled her rosemary-mint shampoo. She guarded that shampoo jealously. He flashed back to her shrieking at him a few years ago when he’d used some out of curiosity. She’d smelled it on him immediately and flipped out. Smell sometimes triggered odd memories for Winston.
“Err… happy to see me then?” he said, a little confused. What had come over her?
“Very happy! This is day number one of the best summer ever,” she said into his chest.
She was in good spirits. He credited it to their parents’ absence and the fact that her boob surgery was only two days away.
She helped him carry his stuff inside and even up to his room.
“You unpack. I need to shoot mom and dad a quick e-mail. I promised I’d tell them when you got here.”
“Okay,” Winston watched his sister leave, still wondering at her improved behavior.
Over the next half hour, he unpacked his things and shoved the assorted duffel bags into the closet. He was sitting at his desk stuffing books onto the bookcase above it when his sister gently knocked on his doorframe. Her eyes kept darting down to her feet shyly. Her cheeks were a little flushed.
“Tunny, I kind of have a favor to ask. This is going to sound weird but Doctor Nelson wanted me, well, you to do something before my surgery.”
“Yeah?” Winston had resumed stuffing books away.
“You… ah hah ha… you need to look at my boobs,” Jess stifled a nervous giggle.
“Huh?” his head whipped back to her. She had his undivided attention now.
“So you have a reference point,” she winced. “So if something looks funny later you’ll be able to tell.”
“Seriously?”
“Hey, what do I know, I didn’t argue with the guy. He’s the surgeon,” she shrugged.
“I, ah, okay,” Winston wrapped his head around what was going to happen. “So… when do you…”
Jess didn’t answer. She just took two steps forward and her hands drifted to the bottom hem of her little tank top. She looked up from the floor finally and her eyes locked on his. She caught her bottom lip in her teeth and gnawed at it gently.
“What? Now?” Winston asked.
His sister nodded. She started pulling her shirt up, exposing more of her smooth flat belly. She paused, and through the shirt she pleaded with Winston, “First, promise no laughing or teasing okay?”
“Promise,” Winston replied fidgeting in his chair. His sister was beautiful and like any normal heterosexual male who laid eyes on her he’d wondered what she looked like naked. Now, with very little warning he was going to find out.
She resumed pulling her shirt off. Winston held his breath. Jessica’s round pert little breasts popped into view. They were the definition of perky. Their skin was a smooth unblemished ivory like the rest of her. Her light pink nipples were perfectly centered on each breast. His mouth fell open. Lord, his sister truly was hot as hell. He used the moment it took for her to get the shirt over her head to compose his face.
“Soooo… these are my boobs,” she said sheepishly, nodding her head. Her lips were pressed together in a line.
“Yep… those are my sister’s boobs,” he chuckled, “Sorry, I was laughing at what you said, not at your body. You’re a good looking woman, sis.”
“Thanks. There’s more though. The doctor says you have to touch ’em beforehand too so if you need to pulpitate me…”
“Palpate,” Winston corrected automatically.
“Yeah, that’s it, palpate me after the surgery you’ll be able to tell if something’s weird.”
“So, you want me to feel you up too?” he smiled, trying to make light of the situation. Humor had always been his defense mechanism for awkward situations. Hers too.
“Doctor’s orders.” She shrugged as she stepped forward until she was barely a foot away from Winston. Seated, he was eye level with her chest. “Try not to enjoy yourself too much. If you switch sides, you’ll piss off your boyfriend.” She smirked.
Winston’s hands, thankfully perpetually warm, rose until he began to gently touch his sister’s left breast with the first two fingers of each hand as he had been taught. Her breasts were warm and soft but firm. If his hands shook a little, his sister didn’t notice or pretended not to. She looked at the bookcase behind him as he worked, feeling first one breast then switching to the other one.
Reluctantly, he let his hands fall away. “All right. I now know what your boobs feel like.”
Jess looked down to meet his eyes again and smiled. “Well, that wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Hey,” she reached over him to his bookcase. The sudden forward movement brushed her right breast against Winston’s forehead. Winston stiffened in various places in response. “Ooops, sorry. I was reaching for this.” She held his little digital camera. “Does this thing still work?”
“Yeah.”
“Here, take a few ‘before’ pictures of me? So I can remember what I looked like before my new superboobs.” She handed him the camera and stepped back.
Winston knitted his eyebrows together.
“Go on. You can e-mail them to me.”
He snapped a front picture of her. She turned to each side. He took more pictures. She got a bit silly and started posing, making funny faces, pushing her boobs up between her arms, then cupping them in her hands. Two dozen pictures later, she thanked him, picked her shirt off the floor and left.
Winston was left sitting in his room. Less than an hour from getting home, he’d seen his sister topless, felt her boobs, and now had pictures of her to boot. What was it his sister had said – “this is day number one of the best summer ever”?
Day number two would top it. He didn’t even have to wait all that long.
It was late the next morning, nearly noon, and Winston was finally fighting off the vestiges of his hangover from drinking while reuniting with his high school buddies the night before. Jessica knocked on his closed door then opened it a crack to peek inside.