Siblings on a Train

by Shelby Horne

  Adelaide laughed a little into her napkin, but she was starting to see the wisdom of Ollie's deception. They knew no one on this train, so of course there was no one around to prove that they were liars. They already had the same last name, so it wasn't much of a stretch to assume that the couple was husband and wife, instead of brother and sister. They looked alike, to be sure, but less so that most siblings did. Ollie took after their mother's side of the family, dark and slender, while Adelaide was fair haired and rosy cheeked like the women in her father's family. She guessed that it made the most sense that if someone saw them together, that person's first thought wouldn't be that they were related.

  It was a clever move, and a useful one. And it had probably just saved her from a great deal of harassment from the four men at the bar, who all looked like they were so drunk they were about to throw up. She hoped they all fell over and had a miserable night.

  "So, husband," Adelaide asked, laughing at the word even as she said it, "what shall we have for dinner?"

  "Well, wife," Ollie replied, "what would you like?"

  They chuckled together at their private joke, but Adelaide found part of her laugh was fake. In fact, it was the easiest thing in the world to imagine that this was not her brother sitting across from her, but her handsome husband. Why wouldn't she want someone like Ollie? He was good looking, sturdy, charming, a hard worker, and very kind. And of course, she had seen him naked this afternoon and she knew that he looked very nice under those fine clothes he was wearing.

  At first she thought she imagined it, but every time she looked away, she caught Ollie's eyes drifting back to her breasts. As casually as she could, she leaned forward a little and pressed her arms together, trying to look totally careless, like she had no idea what she was doing. She stared out the window and watched the scenery go by as the sky grew darker, but that made the window a little like a mirror. In it, she could watch as her brother couldn't keep his eyes off her tits.

  The thought thrilled her. Was this what it was to be wanted by men? If it was, she loved it. She could already feel the fire in her belly from the way he was looking at her. She didn't like it when those four brutes looked at her, the way they were leering. But it was different with Ollie. She loved him and cared for him deeply, and so she wanted him to look. She wanted him to see exactly what it was he liked to see.

  Every now and then a flash of guilt caught up with her, and she felt ashamed of having these thoughts about her brother. But really, it wasn't so bad, was it? After all, they were just two curious young people, figuring out what came naturally to them. They were enjoying their first taste of freedom, and most of all they weren't harming anyone. They were just looking, and Ollie was staring at her beautiful breasts the same way she had stared at his cock while pretending to be asleep. Fair was fair, after all, wasn't it?

  Adelaide had lived all her life under her father's angry shadow. It was frankly suffocating. She had wanted to go to St. Louis to get away, to make a fresh start, precisely because it was a place where no one knew her.

  But it was only starting to sink in exactly how much no one would know her there. Just like on this train, she was a complete stranger. She could tell the people anything, and as long as she didn't give them any reason to believe that she was lying, it could be true. It didn't matter what she told them, big or small, if they didn't have any way to prove otherwise. She could tell them that her name was Josephine Marmalade Rockefeller, or that she was born on a boat, or... or that the man sitting across from her right now, right there, really was her husband.

  It was a wicked thing to pretend, of course. But Adelaide had been a good girl all her life, so prim and proper and completely controlled by her father and society alike. Perhaps she deserved a little wicked.

  And besides, who would know?

  They had a lovely meal together, talking absently about things that didn't matter. Sometimes, in the dying light, they could see something out the windows, and they would share their thoughts on that. But mostly the meal continued in pleasant silence. As they ate, Adelaide couldn't help playing out the fantasy in her head of having Ollie as a husband, and having no one be the wiser. They could walk around in public, their secret all but out in the open, and no one would see it.

  After supper, Ollie stood and held out his arm for Adelaide to take, and she took it, leaning up close against her body as they walked back to their single cabin. Every time the train swayed, Adelaide caught herself by bracing herself against Ollie, and they laughed about it together.

  When they got back to the room, Adelaide realized she not only had made a decision, she had a plan.

  It was a dangerous plan, and she was completely ready for it to fail. If it did, she would laugh and play it off as though she'd had too much champagne with dinner. She was just a little tipsy, it was all in good fun.

  But if it worked...

  Adelaide sat down on the side of the bed and removed her shoes, then began to unlace her outer dress. "Is it a little stuffy in here? I believe it is," she said.

  Ollie nodded as he took off his own shoes and his coat. "A little," he admitted.

  "Does that open?" she asked, looking over to the train car's one window.

  Ollie went over to examine it. Only the very top of the window opened, and there only an inch or so. It didn't do much for the stuffiness in the room, which was getting warmer now that there were two bodies in it. After all, it was a warm evening in the late summer, meaning that most enclosed spaces without proper ventilation were likely to get hot, even after the sun went down.

  Adelaide sighed dramatically. "I packed away all my lighter nightclothes. I was afraid that someone might see me, so I didn't want to be caught sleeping in something that wasn't decent," she said. "But now I'm afraid that's not going to be cool enough to let me sleep."

  Ollie swallowed hard, and Adelaide tried to pretend that she didn't see the bulge growing inside of his trousers. "I have a shirt that you could sleep in, if you wanted," he said, getting out a loose long-sleeved shirt.

  "Oh, that's so kind of you," Adelaide said, smiling as she took it from him.

  Ollie cleared his throat and made for the door. "Go on and get ready for bed. I'll go walk around for a while and I'll come back."

  Adelaide nodded. "Don't take too long, though. I don't entirely feel comfortable being left alone here, and besides, I'm so tired from all the travel and excitement today, I'll probably be dreaming away in just a few moments."

  "All right," Ollie said. "I won't go far."

  When he was gone, Adelaide stripped down far more than she should have just to sleep. She stripped entirely naked, taking off every stitch of clothing until she was completely bare. She undid her hair and let her long locks fall across the pillow. Then she took the side of the bed nearest to the window and covered up with the covers until she was entirely invisible beneath them, except for her face and head from the chin up. Then she closed her eyes and waited.

  It wasn't long before the door opened again. "Adelaide?" asked Ollie softly.

  Adelaide was wide awake, but her eyes were shut and she was turned away from the door. She kept he breathing easy and even, just like it had been before.

  Behind her, there was noise as Ollie undressed, getting into his pajamas. Even over the sound of the train and the rushing air across the window, she could hear that his own breathing was heavy and somewhat ragged. That just made her smile quietly as she continued to pretend to be asleep. If she was right, and she wanted to be right about this, then it seemed that Ollie was having similar thoughts to hers right now.

  Maybe, she thought, just maybe this would be easier than she'd even dared to hope.

  The room grew dark as Ollie turned out the gas lights, then crawled onto his side of the bed. She could feel his weight against the mattress, but she couldn't feel him touch her. He must have been practically falling off the bed to give her as much room as possible. She waited, pondering the right time to make the first move. She woul
d wait until the train made some turn that rolled her casually over against his body...

  Except it turned out that Ollie made the first move, of a sort. While she was pretending to be asleep, Adelaide heard a little moaning sound. Then there was a rustle of sheets. Adelaide could feel some movement through the mattress. There was another moaning sound, this one sounding like it was stifled by being made into a pillow.

  Ollie was touching himself!

  Adelaide knew a little bit about this, mostly through gossip with her girlfriends, of course. She knew that men liked to do this to relieve the pressure of their erections, and that some of the worst of them did it five, six, even seven times a day! She had never thought about it as being a thing that her charming older brother did, though, but here he was, stroking his cock! Adelaide's pussy practically gushed to think of what it must be like for him to have his hand around that shaft. She bet it wasn't nearly as soft now as it was earlier. In fact, she would have bet her entire inheritance that it was hard now, hard and ready. And what had made it that way? Why, Adelaide herself!

  Adelaide was responsible for it, she knew. That meant that Adelaide had a responsibility to help make it better.

  Without waiting for the train to lurch, Adelaide rolled over quickly and rolled right toward Ollie. Before he could realize what was happening or even stop, she was pressed up against him, her bare tits firm against his back. She snaked her arm around his waist and wrapped her hand around his cock. It was amazing, so hard that she could barely believe it was skin, but at the same time it was soft. And it was so warm and nice under her touch.

  Ollie gasped. "Adelaide, what are you...?" he stammered.

  "Shh," Adelaide said, whispering against his ear as she stroked him gently. "Isn't this just what a wife is supposed to do?"

  "Oh!" groaned Ollie. "Oh fuck, I..."

  Adelaide felt his body buck against hers, and then Ollie cried out softly and her hand became very, very wet. She had just made him cum! She had barely touched him, and he was cumming right in her hand just because she had touched him! She made him hard and she made him cum. It was an incredible, powerful feeling.

  Ollie, for his own part, felt like he had been hit by the very train that they were riding. He gasped as he felt his little sister's nimble hand wrap around his erection. He had been thinking about her, of course, though he wasn't proud of it. But he hadn't expected her to be awake, and he certainly hadn't expected her to make a move toward him. So at the touch, and at the sound of her calling herself a wife, there was nothing he could do but shoot his load. He felt it come spurt after spurt, soaking down her hand and his chest.

  Adelaide giggled as she pressed her lips against Ollie's shoulder. That had been fun, and she hoped he wasn't done for the night.

  "Adelaide," murmured Ollie as he slumped back on his back, trying to catch his breath.

  Adelaide smiled and wriggled back out of the sheets, exposing her naked body to him. There was a little bit of moonlight through the window, and he could see her curvy frame clearly. Every time the train moved, her tits bounced and swayed. She climbed up on her knees and straddled his thighs, looking down at him.

  Ollie shook his head, looking helpless as his dick got hard again. "Adelaide, no, we can't," he gasped. "You're my sister."

  Adelaide reached down and put a single finger across Ollie's lips. "No, I'm your wife," she said. "As far as anyone on this train knows, I'm your wife. And you're my husband. That means we should do for each other what husbands and wives do."

  The sensation was overwhelming, but Ollie was completely hard again, and that head was the one doing all the thinking. She was his little sister and he was supposed to protect her. But at the same time, she was a voluptuous young woman who wanted his body, and he found himself completely powerless to resist. Maybe he wasn't supposed to want her, but he did. He wanted her more than he could possibly express, and he was prepared just to jerk off over it for the rest of his life. Except here she was now, completely naked and straddling him in the moonlight.

  "I love you, Ollie," Adelaide said, putting her hands against his chest. "You're the only good thing in my life. I'm sick of being Horace Whately's daughter. I don't want anything more of that life. I want to be someone completely different. Someone new. Someone who can love you the way you deserve to be loved."

  Ollie swallowed hard as he lay on his back beneath his sister. "Have you ever...?" he sputtered.

  Adelaide knew what he was asking. "No," she confessed. "No man has even touched me before. Some have tried, but... I want you to be my first."

  "We shouldn't be doing this," Ollie protested meekly, even as he brought his hands up to grab her tits. They were gorgeous! They were so soft and warm, but the nipples at the tip were hard like little ball bearings. When he tugged lightly on them, Adelaide moaned, so he did it again, a little harder. He could feel the juice from her pussy start to pool against his thigh, he was making her so wet like this. He was glad for the sound of the train, because it covered the noise, which otherwise would have been heard outside the train car.

  Adelaide just smiled down at him. "Of course we should," she said. "This feels good, and I'm your wife. As long as we're on this train, I'm your wife. And I want you to do to me what you would do to a wife. This is our honeymoon and I want you to make me a woman."

  Ollie groaned as she pressed her pussy down toward him. "This is bad," he said even as he stroked her tits.

  "I've been good for way too long," Adelaide moaned. "I want to be bad now." She wriggled her hips down closer to the head of his cock.

  Ollie's eyes went wide as he realized that she wasn't just planning to touch him and stroke him off. From the way she was moving her pussy toward the head of his growing erection, she clearly had something more in mind. Something for a husband and wife indeed.

  With a deep breath, Adelaide started to lower herself onto his cock. It was very slow going at first, because she was a virgin. But she was so turned on that she was completely slippery and warm inside, which meant that she was as ready as she ever would be for being penetrated. Her cunt was tight, but slowly, slowly it stretched. First the head disappeared beneath the warm, puffy lips of her pussy. Then Ollie watched with his eyes wide as the rest of his shaft started to disappear inside of her. Inch by inch, she sat herself down on his cock, until it was completely buried inside her, all the way to his balls.

  When she was fully impaled on her brother's penis, Adelaide looked down at him with a smile. "You're fucking me," she said with a smile.

  Ollie could barely keep his senses together. "I'm just inside you," he pointed out breathlessly. "I'm not fucking you."

  "Yeah?" asked Adelaide, teasingly. "Then what would it feel like if you fucked me?"

  Ollie knew he shouldn't. Every bit of moral fiber in his body knew that he shouldn't. But he wasn't operating on moral fiber. He was operating on instinct, pure animal instinct. So what if society told him that he shouldn't fuck his sister? She was a beautiful young woman with a beautiful, warm pussy, and he was a horny young man being overtaken by the need to thrust, to fuck, to breed. That was what it really was, the urge to breed. That was the primal drive that made him responsive to having his cock in such a warm, tight embrace.

  So Ollie decided to show Adelaide what fucking really was.

  The bed was small, but Ollie used its smallness to flip Adelaide over and get her on her back, so that her legs were in the air around his waist. He was still buried deep inside of her, and as he landed on top of her he pushed even deeper than he had been before, making her cry out. At first he was worried that it was pain, but no, there was no pain in the sensation for Adelaide. There was only ultimate bliss.

  Adelaide smiled as she looked up at Ollie, stroking his hair. "Fuck me," she whispered, barely audible over the roar of the train.

  Ollie didn't need any more encouragement than that. He started fucking her like his whole life depended on it. He had been with some women before this, of course, but he had nev
er felt this kind of pleasure before. It did feel good to be bad, Adelaide was right. They had been good for way too long, and life had been so cruel to them. Now it was only right that they got the pleasure they deserved.

  Adelaide gasped as Ollie's cock moved in and out of her pussy like the pistons on the train. In and out, up and down he pumped, fucking her with almost mechanical rhythm. Every time he slammed his body into her, her tits bounced and shook. He packed her pussy full of cock, then pulled it almost completely out, again and again. Every time he withdrew, she almost began to panic, sure that he was going to take it out completely and leave her so unsatisfied. But every time he changed direction, cramming it back into her until she could feel the head of his cock pushing up against something deep inside of her. She had never known that she had these depths before. Here was Ollie, her brave and wonderful Ollie, helping her discover so many new things.

  "It feels so good," Adelaide moaned as Ollie fucked his penis in and out of her. "Oh, it feels so good when you're inside me!"

  "You're so tight and wet," Ollie gasped.

  "You're making me wet," Adelaide answered with a happy sigh. "Oh, I never want you to stop fucking me. I want this to happen all the time, I want to spend my whole life with your cock buried inside of me!"

  It was a ridiculous idea, of course, but thinking about it just made Ollie harder. What an idea that was, being able to fuck this beautiful woman every day! Every morning, he could roll over and push his erection into the soft folds of her pussy, and every night, she could bounce on his dick until they both fell asleep, exhausted and spent.

  Adelaide closed her feet behind Ollie's back, encircling him inside the trap of her legs. "Fuck me harder," she heard herself begging. "Fuck me harder, I want to feel you deeper inside of me!"

  Ollie complied as best as he could, pushing his cock inside her with incredible need. His balls were heavy and full, and with every thrust they smacked against his sister's wet pussy. He was glad now that he had gotten off so quickly the first time, because now he had more stamina than he would have otherwise. This was good, because he didn't want this to end. He had never had his cock inside of a hole this good before, and he wanted it to last.