She was screaming and I heard my mother come running out of the house to see what was happening. Once it registered in her mind as well that her son was standing in front of her, she also took me into her arms. Mind you, I am not a puny little thing; I tower above both of them; but their enthusiasm was far more overwhelming than mine as they overpowered me.
Hugs, kisses, complaints, and finally relief and happiness, all followed each other in a very short period of time. As I was being showered with so much affection, I had this strong sense of sadness at the distance that I had created between them and me, which now seemed so one sided. It was apparent that they didn’t share my feelings and the jubilation beaming from both of them told me that they actually missed me tremendously and were now over the moon at my return.
My sister’s body language clearly showed how happy she was to have me back. She was much keyed up, running here and there, getting coffee ready, bringing me something cold to drink, or taking my bag into my room. She had left her chores undone and lavished all of her attention on me, with occasional hug thrown in here and there. It was weird to see my little docile sister so animated and it was strange to receive unbridled hugs from her. I don’t know if she was aware of her soft breasts coming into contact with my chest and arms so uninhibitedly.
My mom was a little subdued though. I guess her way of expressing her happiness, or may be the regret of our separation, was through her tears. I gave her a hug of apology and tried to bring her out of it, but she had her own way of dealing with things, so I had to leave her alone after a while.
Things settled down by the time I finished my refreshments. My sister led me to my old bedroom where she had already placed my bag. They had installed a new bathroom and I decided to take a long, hot shower to rid myself of all the tiredness from the journey. In the meantime, she went back to finish her chores and mom busied herself with dinner preparations.
It didn’t take long for the news to break out and we had a steady stream of well-wishers all through the evening. I hadn’t realized the importance of my achievement, or rather it hadn’t hit me quite so strongly as it did when all those people kept telling me how proud they were of my success and how they wished me a prosperous future. They congratulated my mom and my sister and I could see in both of their demeanors that they too were very proud of me. I felt good, for a change.
I couldn’t help but notice how industrious my sister had become in just a few years. She was running around serving drinks, making tea and coffee, letting people in or seeing them off, and all the while finding plenty of time to chat with the visitors. It all seemed so effortless. She was wearing a skirt and a blouse, instead of her jeans and shirt from before, and this new dress made her look even more womanly than before. I had trouble keeping my eyes off of her, as did many of the guests, both male and female.