My Coming Home Surprise – Part 1

Coming Home Present – Part 1

It had been almost ten months since I’d last seen my step-sister, Amelia. We went to different colleges; mine the University of Oklahoma while she went to a college in our home state, Texas—UT Austin. I had just finished my junior year, while she had just finished her freshman year. Our breaks from college were at different times, and I unfortunately had to work through the holidays. Our relationship had been rocky since our parents married ten years ago, but as soon as I went to college and she was in high school, we ended up missing each other more than we thought, so on my breaks from college we bonded more than we had in the years we lived together. We had both been only children to single parents, my mom and her dad. So having a sibling wasn’t exactly what we wanted.

I arrived in Dallas a couple hours before she did, settling into my old room and unpacking my things and getting some chores done around the house since our parents were on a couples cruise for two weeks. As I was finishing up a few things I heard a car door slam and I jogged to the door and waited for her to step out from behind the car.

She slammed her trunk closed and grinned at me, walking around the car and rolling her suitcase to rest against her car. Her outfit made my heart skip and my shorts a little tight. Her long dark brown hair was falling in waves, her naturally tanned skin glowing and her eyes twinkling as she pulled a large suitcase out of the trunk. She was not my little sister anymore, she was a young woman. She was wearing an off the shoulder white crop top that revealed a sparkling belly ring, that clung perfectly to her perky C-cup breasts and cut off denim shorts that barely covered her cute bubble butt and made a perfect V as the fabric clung to her thighs and filled the shorts perfectly, looking more like panties than shorts. Her perfectly thick thighs led to toned calves and then to her pedicured feet that were in brown leather sandals. She ran over to me, letting her suitcase drop onto the driveway and jumped into my arms. She smelled like coconut and vanilla and I inhaled, hugging her so tightly I lifted her off the ground.

“Tyler! I missed you so much,” she kissed my cheek as I let go of her and looked her up and down.

“Who are you and where has my little sister gone?” I said with a grin and she smacked my arm.

“It’s called growing up big brother.” she said and walked back to her suitcase, bending over and making her shorts so tight, that I could see the shape of her pussy lips. My own shorts were definitely getting tighter as my dick grew harder at the sight of her.