That evening at his place Joseph sat with a glass of wine in his hand awaiting the arrival of his sister. There was a knock at the door a little after seven and he got up to answer it. That’s Joanne always on time he thought as he reached the door.
“Hi little brother,” she said as their faces met.
“Hey, Sis a pleasure as always.” He replied with a smile on his face.
“Are you not going to invite me in?” She asked.
“Sorry come right in,” Joseph answered her as he opened the door wide to let her inside.
“You have redecorated since I was last here. Nice, makes the place look bigger. Then again you always did have a good eye for things like that.” Joanne said looking around the sitting room.
“Would you like a glass of wine,” Joseph asked his guest as he offered her a glass.
“No thanks, but I could kill someone for a coffee.” His sister answered him as she took a seat.
“Sure no problem. Won’t be a minute. He said as he went into the kitchen to make her one with a smile on his face. All the time thinking that he would be a £100 to the good by the end of the night.
“So to what do I owe for the pleasure of your company this evening?” Joseph asked her when he returned with her coffee.
“Well, it's this silly bet of ours, to be honest,” Joanne told him.
I thought as much as Joseph thought. He was sure that this was her working her way up to calling it off. “What about it?” He asked her.
“Well, Joe I spoke to Susan, and asked if Lilly would be able to help you,” Joanne said as she watched the smile on her brother's face disappear. He probably thought I was going to call it off she thought to herself.
“Help out how?” Joe asked trying to keep the disappointment out of his voice.
“Well, do you remember that change that Rebecca added?” She asked.
“What change?” Joe asked with a puzzled look on his face.
“Well she put in Any items needed by the wearer to make the item do the job that it was intended to do will be provided by the proposer of the bet. If I remember right.” Joanne replied.
Joe would have questioned her but he knew full well that his sister had a photographic memory. It had helped her all the way through school and university. He had not been similarly blessed. Even though they were twins he had to always work hard for his qualifications as she used her memory to get hers. Not that he blamed her, he knew that he had been blessed with her photographic memory he would have used it during school in the same way she had.
“What does that have to do with Lilly?” He asked her.
“I thought she might be able to help get some of the things that we would need.” She told him.
“Like what all we need to get is a bra or two and you have a few of them to spare don’t you?” He replied looking more and more confused.
“Well yeah, and they might even fit you. It’s the bit about doing the job it was intended to do. For a bra to do that you will need to grow a pair of breasts between now and the weekend as I don’t have a spare pair that I can loan you.” Joanne told him with a smile on her face as she finished her cup of coffee and placed the empty cup on the coaster in front of her.
“What?! I didn’t agree to anything like that and there is no way I would.” He started to say to her when she cut him off.
“Remember little brother that if you don’t then you forfeit the bet and the money is mine. So it's breasts or no bet.” She said with a smile on her face growing wider still.
He knew that was what she would tell Christian when they went to his place on Sunday as was their routine.
“That doesn’t explain why you spoke to Susan and Lilly about the bet.” He said trying to calm himself down and not let his sister get the better of him again.
“Well Lilly is a nurse and she is in touch with a supplier of prosthetic breasts and Susan thought that she might be able to supply you with your own pair. Using them would be better than stuffing the cups with socks after all.” Joanne reasoned with her brother.
Joseph reached for the bottle of wine he had been drinking from before his sister had arrived and poured himself another glass. “I am glad I don’t have to go to work tomorrow I think I might need more than a second glass by the end of this.” He said.
“Don’t worry little brother I will be gentle with you. I swear.” Joanne said noticing the tension grow on her brother's face.
“I suppose I did sign that agreement last weekend. What do you need me to do?” he asked her.
“Not much. I just need to take some measurements, that way I can make sure you get the right size for your figure. We would hate your new breasts not to suit your shape, wouldn’t we? She told him trying hard not to laugh.
“Ok let's get it over with then. What do I have to do? He asked.
“Nothing much just take your shirt off so that I get the measurement right. I have never done this sort of thing before.” She answered.
Joe looked at Joanne as he started to take off his shirt.
“You don’t need to be modest with me little brother. I mean we have both seen each other naked before.” Joanne told him trying once again to relax him.
“Yeah, but we were only one back then.” He said in reply realising what she was trying to do. He couldn’t blame her that much for what was happening. Yes, she had come up with the idea of the bet on Sunday but that was only after he had opened his mouth and stuck his foot in it. This was even after Christian had tried to stop him from doing so.
Joanne spent the next 20 – 30 minutes taking measurements of her brother and then taking them again to make sure she had got them right.
“All done. You can put your shirt back on.” She told him after she had taken the measurements for the third time.
“Ok, anything else?” Joe asked.
“Nope. The rest is up to me until we meet up at Christian’s place on Sunday.” Joanne told her brother. Once she had put her tape measure away the evening settled into a more regular meeting between the brother and sister as they talked about things that they couldn’t talk about in front of their uncle. Nothing too scandalous but nothing that they would want him to know about as they thought he might not understand.
