Bedtime

It was nearly 10.30 and Tom had gone to bed.

He was laying there thinking about everything that had happened that day.

Knock knock

Tom glanced at the door to see his sister.

“you never decided about the pic” she was standing there wearing a novelty t-shirt of a naked male torso showing a six pack.

“that doesn’t count as a nude. I will decide later, maybe I will take during the fashion show tomorrow.”

Lisa crossed the floor and sat on the edge of his bed. “any ideas about what you want us to wear.”

“def, a sexy dress, it is a BBQ. Hmm, maybe if your not nice to me then a micro mini, and tube top, you know the street walker vibe”

Thump, Lisa slammed her hand down on his stomach.

“I guess I got no choice if that is what you decide, I wont be happy about it”

“I am just joking, no way would I let you do that in public. Maybe just for breakfast” laughed Tom.

“hmm, what about underwear”

Tom gasped, he didn’t think how far the bet actually went “I don’t know what is comfortable?”

Lisa slid up her shirt and Tom saw her legs, then as the shirt went higher her purple lace boyshorts. Lisa grabbed Tom’s hand. “here feel, these are pretty comfy” as she guided his hand to her hip.

“why are you getting me to feel?” replied Tom as he unconsciously rubs his hand on her hip.

“how else can you decide if they are comfy or not with out feeling how soft they are” Tom had a new realisation, he has the power to judge the clothes in anyway he wants. He suddenly has an uncontrollable urge to push further.

“are you wearing a matching bra?”

“of course, perv” replied Lisa with a smirk on her face.

“If I am to judge how comfy they are, you will need to take the shirt off so I can judge the bra as well” Lisa does not hesitate. She grabs her shirt again and lift it straight over her head. She is wearing a matching purple lace bra It has purple cotton behind the lace so Tom cannot see her nipples.

“I need to fee the bra as well now” Tom states as he slowly raises his hand up the side of her stomach to the side strap of her bra. Lisa just sits there letting Tom go. He takes a deep breath and slowly slides his hand along the side strap to the front lower edge of her bra.

“You sure you don’t mind me testing how soft the bra is?”

“You need to do it if you are going to decide if you want me to wear it on Saturday”

Tom takes one final deep breath and decides, the hell with it. He lifts his hand up and cups his sisters right tit over her bra. He softly rubs the fabric before giving it a firm squeeze. It is the first breast he has felt and he cant believe it is his sisters.

“What is going on in here?” came there fathers voice from the doorway