Wendi's Story
I'm sat on the wall over the road from Sylvia's house. Mother is entertaining, again, this time it's the vicar, well that's what she told me on the phone, but honestly, the vicar?
I watch a taxi pull up and out gets Sylvia. She's got her back to me, but I recognise those long legs and her long black hair. She hasn't noticed me as she walks swiftly up the path, and goes in the house.
A text pings on my phone. It's Toby. I read it and wonder if I really want to help him with his homework, which basically means, me doing it for him, while he jerks around playing games on his comp. I ask him who he thinks will get the headmaster's job, now the headmaster has gone to work in some special school. Toby texts back he doesn't give a shit.
I look up and there is Sylvia again, but walking towards her house, carrying a bag of groceries from the store at bottom of the road. She's in her York's department store uniform. I bet she took the skirt up, it is shorter than what the rest of women working there wear. Now that makes me wonder who has gone in her house looking like her, not 5 minutes ago.
"Hey, have you got a twin sister?" I call out to her.
She looks over the road at me, and points to herself. Jesus the street is empty it is obvious I'm talking to her, the stupid cow.
"Yeah, I saw someone go in your house not 5 minutes ago. She looked a lot like you."
"I've got a sister but she is much older than me, and she has brown hair."
I'm bored now; I slip off the wall and start to text Toby back.
"Oh it could be my neph........."
"Nope it was definitely a girl. Hey wait a minute; Julian is your nephew isn't he?"
She stops and looks at the house like she is contemplating something.
"My god, it must have been Julian well June, and he's had a tit job," I whisper to myself.
I'm texting Toby about June having huge boobs, as Sylvia's heels seem to click quickly, like she is in a rush. Toby texts me back asking how I know, so I text him the details, about seeing what was June, although I thought it was Sylvia, and then 5 minutes later Sylvia walks up the street.
Sylvia's Story
I'm staring at her, well her huge boobs and two lumps where nipples would be. She smiles and holds out a cup of tea for me.
"Well what do you think?"
I repeat the question in my head.
"My voice is permanent too. I know I sound like a bit of a bimbo, but the guy who sat next to me on the plane seemed to like the sound of it, well when he wasn't ogling my boobs."
Finally my hand comes out to take the cup.
"June," I start, and then realise I don't have a clue what I'm going to say.
She chuckles a little.
"Has your mum, and dad seen you yet?"
"No, I kind of thought you could break them in gently."
I stare back down at two huge breasts, covered in a red top with a deep V neck.
"Whatever I tell them, when they see you...........oh my days, I'm going to get the blame for this. She'll kill me."
"They'll get used to it when they realise how happy I am, they will understand."
I rub my forehead.
"But why so bloody," I gesture with my hands, "big?"
"Don't you like them?"
I'm in the kitchen spinning the top off a vodka bottle. I can see my sister now chasing after me with rolling pin. A glass gets put in front of me and I fill it and take a big gulp. I look round again at June, hoping the vodka has done the trick, and shrunk them down to what they were before. Finally it dawns on me.
"Okay they aren't real," I say with a chuckle, "take out the padding, you had me there."
I squeeze her left breast, and she jumps back and yelps.
"That hurt."
"Oh my days, they are real!"
"Yep, so as I was saying, if you could let mum know I've had them done. Just use yours as a template, but tell her mine are slightly bigger."
"That's not the point; you didn't tell me your tits were being done. I assume you had the operation down below. Stop laughing."
"Well, you make me laugh. You can call it a vagina or pussy, I'm not your nephew anymore, I'm your niece, and we can talk about our bodies like two girls."
I'm trying to calm myself down.
"Okay this is what we do. I'll phone Murray and tell him they put the wrong implants in. You have to go back and get smaller ones."
"Auntie Sylvie, they aren't implants they are drug induced."
"Well, we'll get them siphoned off or something."
June's Story
"Siphoned off, they aren't tyres which have too much air in. Oh I get it, you're jealous because they are bigger than yours."
"Don't be silly I'm just thinking of you, that's all, and where did this confident attitude come from, you should be worried sick about what people will think."
"Well that's a laugh coming from you, when you're walking home from the pub, with a guy you don't even know."
I watch her pick up the phone.
"Who are you calling?"
"Nathan he paid for it, he can bloody well sort those out. Then I'm going to phone Doctor Trent."
"Why don't you just phone her, and tell her you want bigger tits like mine?"
She puts the phone down, stops, and then looks at me for a moment. She sighs.
"I'm sorry it's just a shock seeing you........with.........June I'm sorry, but I don't know how I can prepare your mum for the size of your breasts."
"Look its no big deal.............excuse the pun, but I'm sure they will be more concerned with what has happened between my legs."
I pour a second vodka, she sips it.
"I'm not jealous you know?"
She might be saying that but I reckon she is.
"I'm sorry about what I said about you bringing guys home."
"Well that is true I guess," she says and smiles awkwardly.
"You've been really good helping me Auntie, and I've been behaving like a spoilt brat, oh perhaps I should say spoilt bitch from now on."
Wendi's Story
I'm looking at Toby as we stare through the small gap in the curtains. He hasn't got that disgusted look on his face like he usually has around June.
"Wait until they all get to hear about this at school," I whisper.
"Wendi, I think we should go easy on June."
"What? You and me heard all of that, June has got a pussy now, which okay we knew might happen one day, but getting bigger tits at the same time is just going too far, and your dad paid for it all."
He shuffles uncomfortably and we back away out of the flower bed, and go down the path and on to the street. I'm walking half a step behind him and watching his face. He seems deep in thought.
"Well don't you think it is sick?" I ask.
"Huh? Oh yeah of course, but you've got to hand it to her, June I mean, she is brave getting all that done before she goes back to school. Well I guess she will, won't she?"
"I guess so, but she has bigger tits than me now. Hey, she looks like her aunt, and I reckon her aunt is jealous, like June said."
"I don't think her aunt is, she isn't all bad, I mean I don't think she is."
"Christ Toby, she shagged your dad. Anyway what are we going to do about June?"
