"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."

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.

"My hoo-hoo," she resorted to the word they'd used as kids.

"Why on earth..." He sat up in his bed and the blanket fell away. He was bare-chested. He noted that his sister's eyes darted down over his well-defined stomach and chest.

"Doctor Nelson offered to do any plastic surgery I want on my... stuff... when he does my breasts tomorrow."

"Wow, sis this is... this is..."

"Come on, you're the only one I can ask!"

"Why do you want to know what I think about that?"

"You want the list of reasons? Okay, first, you'll be honest 'cause you're not trying to get in my pants. Second, you've probably seen more of these than I have so you can make a decent comparison. Third, and don't get a big head about this, but you're kind of in my target demographic - you know, 'cute college boy.' Fourth, and most importantly, you can keep a secret."

"That was a lot of reasons."

"I like to think I'm a reasonable girl," she smirked, twirling a bit of her damp dark hair in one finger.

"Ha ha. All right, I guess if this what it takes to keep you from having your privates hacked to bits, I'll have a look."

"Really?"

He was quiet too long. Jessica fidgeted. "Well?" she asked, looking down at herself.

"Don't change a thing," he whispered.

"You sure?" she leaned back further against his desk and hunched herself forward. Her entire sex was visible now. Incredibly, she reached a hand down and spread her labia open for him to see. The bared pink flesh inside was smooth and delicate and deeper pink.

Winston's heart skipped a beat and his mouth went dry. "Positive."

She looked up from her crotch to her brother. "You can't see from all the way over there. Come closer, I don't have any cooties."

Winston, hypnotized by his sister's display, pushed forward to the end of his bed where he laid down on his stomach and propped his head with his hands. He was about three feet from his sister's bare sex.

"So, nothing needs fixing?" she asked. "They can, you know, shrink lips and stuff. Do I need it?"

"Not in my opinion."

"Hold on," she turned around quickly to bend at the waist, placing one hand on his desk. She thrust her bare ass at him, closing the distance between them to barely two feet. She looked at him over her shoulder. "How about from this angle?"

It was a more wanton pose than Winston was prepared for. Her ass was mostly obscured by the towel she still wore, but he could see the unbroken vertical line of her pussy lips disappear beneath its cloth. If anything, the partial coverage made this perspective more provocative. "Still good," he choked out.

"Wait a second, lemme get this out of the way." She abruptly stood and pulled the towel off, dropping it to the floor. She was now entirely nude. She bent over again, this time well beyond perpendicular until her shoulder touched his desk. She was looking back at him through the space between her long lean ivory thighs. She slid her feet outwards until they were more than shoulder width apart. She went up on tiptoe and the sleek muscles of her hamstrings and her little heart-shaped buttocks played beneath her flawless, pale skin.

Her, well, her everything was on complete display. Absurdly, she was still all business. "Okay, you said 'good.' Now, is that 'good' as in 'OK' or 'good' as in a guy will get crazy hot when he sees me like this?"

He was giddy with irrational lust and still reeling from the hangover. "Probably... if I wasn't your brother."

"Eh, what do you know, you're practically gay," she grinned, still looking at him through the triangular space between her thighs.

"That was a cheap shot." He grimaced.

"Sorry, you're right. That was below the belt. If you want, I'll let you take a picture of me like this too."

"Jess!"

"Okay, just kidding," she stood up and bounced happily over to him. "Here, hugs to make up." She stooped to hug him awkwardly because he was still lying down.

"Umm, sis?"

"Hmmm?"

"You're naked."