At long last the plane had finally landed. The long and tiring hours spent in the confinement of my seat took its toll on me, both physically and mentally. I was exhausted, irritated and to be honest my butt was sore as all hell! It was going to be worth it though. I was going home. I could hardly believe it was almost a whole year since the last time I was home. Never before have I been separated from my family for so long and now... I couldn't wait to see them all again. Especially Natalie, my little sister. She wasn't actually much younger than me, only a year in fact, but... I'll get to that.
We were always really close to each other, Natalie and I, and I find myself missing my little sidekick more than anything else. I have to admit I was also looking forward to what she'll have to say when she sees me. You see, I spent the year I was studying abroad on my own completely. Me! I can't even boil an egg properly! I'm an absolutely horrible cook and I had to somehow take care of all my meals. Obviously, that meant I was facing a choice. Either I could learn how to cook, or I had to rely on eating take-outs. Of course, I ended up eating take-outs all the time! Naturally it meant I had no chance of avoiding the dreaded freshman fifteen, but I guess I was luckier than most. Most of the extra weight managed to find its way to my chest, my already very decent D cups swell into large Fs. As of late even my F cup bras were starting to feel... let's say not spacious enough and it seemed as only a matter of time before I outgrew them completely as well. My boobs were definitely one of the reasons why I was so excited about seeing Natalie again.
I won't deny I very much enjoy having breasts as large as they are, but not even I could comprehend Natalie's obsession with them. She was so fixated on boobs, especially on the pair I possessed. I remember catching her, when she was twisting and turning in front of a mirror, wearing my bra stuffed with socks. Those were the times where I felt sorry for her. Puberty decided to miss her almost entirely. At the time I was leaving she was 17, but people always assumed she was younger than that, looking and acting very childlike. She was only 4'10'', short and lacking any real feminine curves. I was really very happy when I heard she was finally starting to blossom after her eighteenth birthday. I was quite excited by the idea of seeing her little figure with some curves on it.
Lost in my thoughts I totally missed when people started to rise from their seats and were heading to the exit from the plane. I was always a bit of a daydreamer, drifting away in my mind. After those long hours I was only too happy to stand up and stretch. I stretched my back, pushing my chest forward and my top groaned in a reply. My ample bosom was testing it to its limits. I rubbed my hands against the round posterior that seemed to fill my jeans almost too well these days. After all, my boobs weren't the only body part affected by the weight I gained. Rubbing my buttocks didn't really help to alleviate any of the soreness, but at least it felt good... I threw my handbag over my shoulder and headed to the exit from the plane. I could feel how every step took me closer and closer to home.
Exhausted from the flight I felt the need to freshen up a bit and to do so I headed to the restroom. After splashing some water on my face, I immediately felt more alive. Bent down, leaning against the wash basin I raised my head and looked into the mirror. Looking at my reflection I had to admit I looked rather good, considering how long the flight was. I looked tired, sure, but otherwise I couldn't complain. I don't want to sound like some vain bitch, but I thought I looked really pretty. Sure, I wasn't flawless, but who was? My chin was a bit pointier than I would like but besides that? I was a hottie! Dad always liked to say 'You have to praise yourself if there's no one else to do it.' I chuckled to myself and looked at my reflection again. My cheekbones were prominent, my nose perky and I've heard multiple times throughout my life that my mouth was made for smiling. Too bad I preferred smirking. On those occasions when I did twist my full lips into a smile, it caused dimples to appear on my cheeks. My chocolate brown hair was falling in loose curls just below my shoulder blades, framing my face nicely in the process. Then there were my eyes, without a doubt my favorite feature. I've never seen anyone with quite the same color of eyes as mine was, they were what made me feel unique. If I had to name the color, I would name it amber, but I don't think it gave them justice. Sometimes they were almost golden, glowing with inner light. I don't really know how to describe it. I adore my eyes, ok? Let's settle on that for now...
At 5'6'' I was pretty average when it comes to height. I didn't know how much I weighed, to tell you the truth. I never really cared about it too much. I definitely never freaked out because I gained a few pounds like some... uh, more shallow girls I had the misfortune to know. I liked to eat way too much to bother myself with how much I weighed. Besides, my genetics were pretty damn generous on my side, giving out plentifully. The best way to describe the shape of my curvy body would be an hourglass. My waist was narrow and my stomach remained pretty flat, even though the stress, lack of movement and large amounts of junk food did leave its slight mark on it. As I mentioned before, these days I was sporting big F cups which were perfectly balanced by my wide hips and firm bubble butt, further accentuated by the too tight jeans I was wearing. The top I was wearing showed only a modest amount of cleavage, in which proudly sat my necklace. It was a simple necklace in the shape of the name 'Emily'. The necklace held a very special place in my heart and I wore it every day, ever since I got it from Natalie. She had a matching one, only with her own name on it obviously. I assumed I stared at myself for long enough when I finally snapped out of my thoughts and decided it was time to go pick up my luggage.
I waited outside of the airport, sitting on my suitcase. Dad told me they would be there to pick me up in a few minutes and so I decided it would be much more comfortable outside where the sunbeams were caressing my fair, soft skin rather than fighting for air in the crowded hall inside. It was pretty late in the afternoon and so it wasn't unbearably hot as it usually was in this time of the year and the light breeze blew through my hair pleasantly. My mind started to wander, eventually settling on wondering about what the summer would bring.
"Emilyyyy!" My daydreaming was cut short by the voice I longed to hear for so, so long. I couldn't help but smile. I prepared for an impact, because Natalie liked to greet people with leaping hugs, and turned around to face her. Something soft smashed against my face in high velocity, sending me to the ground. I fell straight on my bottom unable to comprehend what just happened. Something entered my line of sight. Great, I'm seeing things now... I rubbed my eyes. It's still there! In front of me was the biggest valley of cleavage I've ever seen in my life. There was something shiny in there. A necklace? It looked like a word. N A T... Natalie? Wait a second. NATALIE?!
