You go downstairs

You head downstairs, taking in a deep breath to compose yourself. You smooth out your clothes, making sure everything looks proper. You're wearing a plain black t-shirt and jeans, simple but stylish.

You're standing at the bottom of the stairs, your heart pounding in anticipation as you watch Caitlyn step into the entryway. The sight of her takes your breath away. She's grown into such a stunning woman, her curves filling out clothes in a way you never could have imagined. The coat she shrugs off reveals a tight sweater that hugs the swell of her breasts, and you have to **** yourself to look away before your gaze becomes suspicious.

As Caitlyn turns to set down her bag, you catch a glimpse of your mom behind her, the two of you exchange warm smiles, but your eyes keep drifting back to Caitlyn.

Caitlyn springs into your arms, wrapping her arms tightly around you as she screams, "I missed you soo much!" Her body presses against yours, soft curves molding to your frame as she buries her face in your neck. You're stunned by how small and fragile she feels, despite her statuesque height.

After a moment, Caitlyn pulls back, her eyes glistening with happy tears as she looks you over. "Oh my god, you're so tall! You've grown like a weed."

You just smile, trying not to puff up with pride too much. Caitlyn narrows her eyes, studying you intently. "You seem...different. I can't quite put my finger on it, but something about you is changed.

"Maybe my thick ass" you think to yourself and laugh internally. You give a small, slightly nervous smile, trying to change the subject. "It's good to see you, Caitlyn. I've missed you too." She doesn't let go of your arms, still studying you with a critical eye. Her gaze drags over your body again, lingering on your face.

You turn and head towards the kitchen, hoping to steer the conversation in a less suspicious direction. As you walk, you hear your mom's voice float down the hallway. As you and your mom exchange pleasantries, your eyes keep drifting towards Caitlyn, who seems to be studying you just as intently. You catch her sneaking glances at you when she thinks you're not looking, and it makes you shift uncomfortably.

Your mom bustles around the kitchen, putting together a quick lunch of sandwiches Caitlyn leans against the counter, watching her with a small smile. Her sweater rides up slightly, revealing a sliver of soft skin above the waistband of her jeans. Your mom turns to ask Caitlyn if she'd like anything to drink, and Caitlyn shakes her head. As you and your mom continue chatting, your eyes keep drifting towards Caitlyn. You notice a flash of red peeking out from above the waistband of her jeans - the unmistakable shape of lacy underwear.

Your heart starts racing. Is this just a sign of Caitlyn's newfound confidence? Or could it mean something more...? You try to push the thoughts from your mind, focusing instead on your step mom's words. "I'll go and get changed!" Caitlyn shakes her head, her long hair swaying with the motion. "Of course. We'll just finish our lunch while we wait."