It was seven thirty on a cold December night, when the doorbell rang. Matt jumped up from the TV, pausing his movie as he walked the living room of his Chicago apartment. As he neared the door, the bell rang again.
"I'm coming," he said, hurrying a little bit.
He stepped up to the peephole and smiled when he saw who it was. He unbolted the door, then unlocked it and opened the door. Standing in the hallway, was a 5'5" blonde woman. Her hair was short, to her cheeks with her bangs tied in a small braid at the back of her head. Her eyes were a cinnamon brown color and she was smiling as the door swung open.
"AMY!" he exclaimed, rushing to hug her, "My god, how long has it been, almost two years now?
She embraced him, hugging him tightly, "Yeah, close to that I think."
"Come on in," he said, leading her into the apartment.
She stepped into the cozy apartment, removing her heavy coat and scarf. Matt grabbed those from her and hung them in a nearby closet, he then turned to look at her. He was stunned by what he saw. The chubby and awkward girl he had grown up with had been replaced by a slimmer, curvy beauty.
"What are you doing around here?" he asked happily, "I thought you were in Wisconsin?"
"I was, but we don't have any classes till January. I didn't want to stay up there alone this year, so I decided to drive home and see mom. I was passing through Chicago and figured I'd stop by and say hi," she said smiling, while taking in the apartment, "This is a nice place, Matt."
"Thanks," he said, "I was just about to make some pasta for dinner."
"Oh, no Matt, I don't want to impose, I just wanted to stop by and say hello."
Matt laughed, "Now what kind of asshole do you think I would be for not making sure my sister get's a good meal. Come on in to the kitchen, we can talk while I'm cooking."
Without waiting for an answer, Matt walked into the kitchen, Amy followed, trying to get a word in edgewise.
"Matt really it's okay, I was just going to pick up some McDonalds or something," she said, rushing after him.
"McDonalds! No, no, no, no, you're going to have a nice meal," he said, pulling out some pans and filling one with water.
Sounding almost desperately, she replied, "Really Matt, I have to get going, I have to check into my Hotel at 8:30."
Matt stopped and looked at Amy. He felt like there was something wrong. He knew his sister well.
"Amy, you don't need to stay at a hotel, I have plenty of room here. I'd love for you to stay. You know you're always welcome here," he said walking over to her and sitting her on a chair. He sat facing her
"What's wrong, Amy?"
She sighed, looking forlorn, "The real reason I'm going home for Christmas break is because Chris broke up with me."
"What!" the anger welling in Matt, "Why did he break up with you?"
She sighed again, this time a tear forming in her left eye, "He said," she swallowed, "He said I was an imposition. He said I dragged him down and didn't let him be himself. He... He said I became a different person after I lost weight and he said I didn't take care of him enough."
Matt hugged her as she started crying. He held her for the longest time until she could cry no longer. She looked up at him and he wiped the tears from her red cheeks.
"You always were really nice to Natasha and me, not like most older brothers."
He smiled at her, "You, Natasha and mom are my only family," he stood and smiled, "Why don't you stick around for dinner, call the hotel and cancel your reservation and crash out here for the night."
She wiped her eyes and nodded, smiling. Matt watched as she walked away, the sway of her curvaceous butt, enticing him to continue to stare. She was definitely different, he wasn't used to seeing her as slim as she was, not that he was complaining or that he had found her repulsive before. On the contrary, he had always thought she was a beautiful girl, even when she was heavier.
They talked as he cooked. He made pasta with a white cheese sauce, broccoli and afterward, heated up some hot chocolate for the two of them. They talked, reminiscing for an hour after they ate. Allaying his fears, Amy was quite open with the fact that she had lost weight by exercise and eating healthy, a fact that Matt had been worried about. Matt found himself stunned by how much this girl he had grown up with had matured. He remembered how he would protect her and stand up for her in school.
He also felt strangely aroused by her. She had not only matured mentally but physically as well. Her chest, though he tried not look, had grown considerably and her body had lost most of it's weight to become curvy as she had left her teens. Matt always remembered that the other kids in school would always tease her about being a cow or a walrus because she was heavy through highschool. Bet those guys would be drooling now, he thought, then shook it from his head.
After they talked, they went back to the couch in Matt's living room and Matt started the movie back up. It was near the beginning so Matt didn't mind starting it over for her. She sat close to him, her body brushing his arm, which further excited him. The couch they sat on was long enough for them both to have ample space but she sat right next to him. Through the course of the movie, her head came to rest on his shoulder. She seemed so at peace that he didn't have the heart to suggest she move. In the end, he sat with his arm around her, holding her as she rested her head on him. When the movie ended he looked down to ask her what she thought, but she was fast asleep.
He smiled as he gathered her sleeping form up and carried her to his bedroom. He gently lay her slumbering form on the bed, pulling her soaks from her feet and pulling the covers over her. He kissed her forehead before being drawn once again to her amazing shape. Her breasts stood out, even through the cover, something that he had never seen on her before. He shook his head and walked out, closing the door ever so slightly.
After a few minutes of searching for her small, run down car, he pulled it into his guest space. He carried her suitcase up the four flights of stairs (the elevator was broken) and deposited the suitcase near his bedroom door. Afterwards he jumped in a quick shower to wash away the day's grime, jumping into nothing but a pair of blue wool sweat pants
At a quarter after midnight, Matt had all the lights in the apartment turned off and settled on the couch. He pulled a cover over his exposed chest and drifted to sleep.
Sometime around two in the morning, Matt heard a sound. A floor board was creaking. He lurched up, ready to fight off any intruders when he recognized the figure walking to him.
In the dim light, Matt could make out Amy's shape. Her legs were bare, stained alabaster white from the light coming through the window. She wore what looked like one of his button up long sleeve shirts. The light highlighted her in such an alluring way that Matt could barely stop himself from staring.
"What's wrong Amy? Is everything okay?" he asked, suddenly worried.
She came up to him, placing her hand on his cheek. Something told him that she was wearing nothing underneath that shirt. That thought alone made him excited and stiffened him. She gazed at him, holding her hand on his cheek.
"Matt, you've always been great to me. You've always protected me and looked out for me. That's more than anyone ever has."
She kissed him then. Her mouth attacked his, her tongue darting in and out of his mouth. He should have stopped her but he didn't want to. He wanted this. His hands wrapped around her waist pulling her toward him. From the feeling of her body, he knew she wore nothing.
She separated from him and pushed him down on the sofa and yanked the covers off of him. Her hands traced his chest and abdomen, tracing the lines of his taut, muscular frame.
"You run a lot?" she asked, her voice filled with passion.
"Everyday," he said leaning up to kiss her again.
She pushed him back down and shook her head. Her hands traced down the length of his abdomen to where the bulge in his sweatpants was. Her fingers lightly brushed his dick, rubbing him ever so gently. He pulsed in her hand which made her breathe heavily and bite her lower lip. While her hand rubbed him through his sweatpants, his hand wound its way up her leg, caressing her gently until he reached her pussy. She spread her legs slightly, allowing him better access to her. She was wet; she practically dripped into his hand. The moisture ran down between her legs, down the inside of her thighs.
Her hips moved to the motion of his fingers as he fingered her while she stroked him. She stopped and looked at him and her hands pulled his pants off, his cock popping out in front of her. She eyed him and started stroking him again. The feeling of her hand around his cock, the hand of his little sister, made his head rock back in forbidden ecstasy. She shuddered as his fingers stimulated her sensitive clit.
