We talked for a little while longer, I opened another ale, and was just taking my first swig when the front door swung open and Lanie walked through. She didn’t see me at first as she shed her parka and untwisted the scarf around her neck. She was just pulling off her hat when she saw me standing in the kitchen.
“Michael!” she screamed. She ran to me and threw her arms around my neck. The soft flesh of her generous bosom mashed against my chest as I gave her my best big step-brother hug. “When did you get in?” she asked excitedly.
I surveyed this lovely young lady as I got ready to reply. Three years ago she’d been a gawky teen. The years had done wonders, because she was now an absolute babe. She had one of those long lean curvy bodies with breasts a little larger than one might expect on such a slender frame. Her long dark brown hair was tied up in a casual twist and her face was that of a woman now – and a beautiful one at that.
“I got in about an hour ago. Just been hanging out with the parentals and catching up. It’s nice to see you, Lanie. You look great,” I said, which was the understatement of the day. She was a veritable knock-out. She was wearing knee high leather boots, black jeans that looked to be painted on and a snug baby blue top that hugged her curves in soft cashmere. I wanted to touch.
“Michael, Lanie took over your room after you left, so you’ll be in the other bedroom for your stay. Hope you don’t mind,” my father chimed in.
“No problem at all. I’m just happy to be here,” I stated, holding my ale up in a toast to home.
“Yeah, sorry, bro. I had to lose the Black Sabbath posters and Day-Glo stars,” Lanie joked. “It got a bit of a makeover,” she smiled.
“Hey, just because you don’t have any taste in music, that’s not my problem,” I replied in jest.
Lanie smiled at my joke and I melted. What a gorgeous smile. Wow. A guy goes away for a couple of years and his step-sister grows into a fox. I’d been looking forward to this trip home for some time. Now I was really looking forward to my stay, regardless of what room I might be in.
My dad and Marilyn eventually headed up to bed and Lanie and I stayed downstairs to talk. Lanie caught me up on school and her first couple years of college. She was really excited to see all her buddies from home and I suspected she would be coming and going a lot in the next few days. She asked about my work in Austin and what it was like living down in Texas. I’d been there since grad school and had settled right into the culture of the city and an excellent job.
All the time we were talking I was subtly checking out Lanie’s body. I remembered her being somewhat attractive when she was in high school. But nothing had prepared me for how hot my young step-sister had become. Her jeans were like a second skin and her long legs and tight round ass were world class. She was a flirt too, and even though we thought of one another as brother and sister, the truth was we weren’t really related in any way. I thought how I shouldn’t be looking at her and thinking the things that I was. But, I was having a hard time keeping my eyes from scanning the length of her curvy frame.