Girls come back

You hear the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.

You quickly close the bedroom door behind you and head downstairs, your heart pounding in your chest. You can hear the front door opening and the sounds of your mother and sister entering the house. You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself, and make your way to the living room.

As you enter the room, you see your mother and sister standing just inside the doorway.

You rush towards Caitlyn, your arms outstretched. "Caitlyn!" you shout, your voice filled with excitement. "You're finally here!" Caitlyn turns around, her eyes widening in surprise as she sees you. "Brother!" she exclaims, returning your hug. "It's been too long!"

You wrap your arms around Caitlyn, hugging her tightly. You can feel the warmth of her body through her winter jacket, and you notice how she has grown up over the past four years. She's taller now, and you can feel the curves of her body beneath the fabric.

As you hold her, you start to imagine what she might look like under her clothes. You picture her without the jacket, her shirt hugging her curves, her breasts slightly larger than your mother's. You imagine her jeans accentuating her hips and ass, the fabric tight against her skin.

You realize that you're still hugging her tightly, and you quickly let go, feeling embarrassed.

"How was the flight?" you ask, your eyes lingering on Caitlyn's body as she and your mother remove their winter jackets. Caitlyn is wearing a tight white t-shirt that hugs her curves, and a pair of dark jeans that accentuate her hips and ass. Your mother is wearing a red sweater that is slightly too tight, causing her to strain it with her ample bosom.

"It was long" Caitlyn replies, tossing her jacket onto the couch. "I'm glad to be home."

"Me too" your mother adds, hanging up her jacket. She turns to Caitlyn and gives her a hug. "Welcome back, baby."