After circling the predicament, Winston finally let his own self interest tip his decision - he had been looking forward to the approaching summer completely unsupervised. He knew his sister was too. If he agreed, there'd be nobody around to spoil it.

"Fine," he sighed, "I'll do it."

"Thanks, Tunny," his sister said softly.

Winston looked up immediately for two reasons.

The next morning, Winston was heading back to college. Jessica helped him load his things into his car. As they were trading goodbyes, Winston said his peace.

"Jess, about your surgery…"

She smirked. "What about it? My mind's made up, Tunny. No changing it. I've been thinking about this for awhile."

"I know better than to try to change your mind, my little pigheaded sibling. It's just... if you're doing this has anything to do with the teasing I used to give you."

"You mean how you called me 'LT' - 'Little Tits' that one summer? The whole summer?!"

"Yeah, I'm really sorry about that now."

"Thanks, Tunny. That means a lot. But no, I'm doing this for me. I want a nice big set of boobies," she made a funny face as she held her hands out in front of her slender chest.

"Fine, just don't go freakishly big, okay? You're pretty already, sis. Go too big and people will only be looking at your chest. They'll miss out on the rest of you."

~~~***~~~

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.

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.