I am often required to travel for business and every so often I get to stay with friends or family. On a trip a couple of years ago I was connecting in Philly for a flight to London. Since my stepsister lived there I decided to stay over two nights before continuing my trip. I called Susan and told her I would be there on Friday afternoon and asked her to pick me up. I had not seen my stepsister in 4 years and we needed to do some catching up.
I walked off the plane and started looking for Susan. I remember she had been a little heavy, but she told me on the phone that she had been working out since her divorce and looked a lot better than the last time I had seen her. I remember her when we were growing up, she had been one hot looking girl and if she had not been my step sister, well you can guess I had many a wet dream about her. I looked around the airport lounge and finally came upon a shapely blonde, wearing a short skirt and pull over top that did nothing to hide her curves, who was waving at me. I stared for a second before I realized this was my stepsister Susan.
She ran over and hugged me and said she was glad to see me. I stepped back and looked her up and down and said, "wow, sis you really look great." She smiled and said thanks and then we walked away to get my bags. I must tell you that my stepsister is 5 years older than I am, but from her looks right now you could not tell. She walked besides me with her arm around my waist, hugging me. I would look down and see her tits bouncing under her top, it was obvious she did not have on a bra, and I felt my cock give an involuntary twitch.
We got my bags and made it to her car. I got in first and when she entered her short skirt road up her legs more and I could not help but look. She playfully smacked me and told me to stop looking at her. I told her I was sorry and smiled. The ride to her house was long and on a couple of occasions I would look over at her legs and tits and then move to adjust myself. I caught her watching but neither of us said anything. We arrived at her apartment and threw my bags into the spare room. She said she would fix us a couple of drinks and meet in the living room. I entered and found her sitting on the couch holding both drinks. I sat next to her and we began to catch up on old times. We laughed about our exploits as kids and then talked about our marriages. She had been divorced for 4 years and me for two. I asked her if she was dating anyone and she said no one special and I replied the same.