lovingfingers
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Edward, Eddie to his friends, had not seen his younger sister Tiffany, Tiffy to hers, in a several years. He missed her, but was also pretty pissed at her. On her eighteenth birthday, she received her money from a trust fund that had been part of their grandparent's estate.
Eddie had been a bit older, and made what, to him, were reasonable investments and started a small business. Not Tiffany. She was going to be a star! Cash in hand, she left for Hollywood as soon as she graduated from high school.
At first, she kept in touch, but as time proceeded, Eddie heard less and less from her. She never had time to visit, or to even allow him to visit, which is what irritated him most. He missed his Tiffy, the gangly, naïve, skinny brunette who had tagged along with him most of his youth.
He had not heard from her in months, which is why he was so surprised to get a text from her:
Hi! Sorry to ask so last minute, but could you pick me up from the train station today at 6? Love, Tiffy
WTF!? She was coming here, now? Well, whatever. He texted back:
Tiffy! Long time... Sure, see you then. Love, E
That evening, he waited in his car for the train. Late, of course. When it finally arrived, he got out and watched a few people detrain. He recognized his sister almost immediately from a distance, although she looked quite different than he had remembered. Her hair was longer, and straighter. She was wearing some sort of poncho thing, which covered most of her body. He couldn't see much, but it was clear she had developed some curves.
"Tiffy!" he called and she saw him. He walked over to her and they enfolded each other. He was surprised by two things. One was how suddenly happy he was to see her again. The second was the sensation of her breasts pressing against his chest. They were... huge!
When they parted, he picked up two of her bags and they walked to the car. He loaded her luggage and got in. He watched as she seated herself and put on the seatbelt. The belts cinched the poncho in around her waist, but not her chest. Good God, when had his sister developed a rack?
He drove out of the parking lot and headed towards his apartment. "Hungry?" he asked, "I haven't had dinner. What would you like? We can stop on the way home."
Eddie had been a bit older, and made what, to him, were reasonable investments and started a small business. Not Tiffany. She was going to be a star! Cash in hand, she left for Hollywood as soon as she graduated from high school.
At first, she kept in touch, but as time proceeded, Eddie heard less and less from her. She never had time to visit, or to even allow him to visit, which is what irritated him most. He missed his Tiffy, the gangly, naïve, skinny brunette who had tagged along with him most of his youth.
He had not heard from her in months, which is why he was so surprised to get a text from her:
Hi! Sorry to ask so last minute, but could you pick me up from the train station today at 6? Love, Tiffy
WTF!? She was coming here, now? Well, whatever. He texted back:
Tiffy! Long time... Sure, see you then. Love, E
That evening, he waited in his car for the train. Late, of course. When it finally arrived, he got out and watched a few people detrain. He recognized his sister almost immediately from a distance, although she looked quite different than he had remembered. Her hair was longer, and straighter. She was wearing some sort of poncho thing, which covered most of her body. He couldn't see much, but it was clear she had developed some curves.
"Tiffy!" he called and she saw him. He walked over to her and they enfolded each other. He was surprised by two things. One was how suddenly happy he was to see her again. The second was the sensation of her breasts pressing against his chest. They were... huge!
When they parted, he picked up two of her bags and they walked to the car. He loaded her luggage and got in. He watched as she seated herself and put on the seatbelt. The belts cinched the poncho in around her waist, but not her chest. Good God, when had his sister developed a rack?
He drove out of the parking lot and headed towards his apartment. "Hungry?" he asked, "I haven't had dinner. What would you like? We can stop on the way home."