Clubbing in the metropolis isn't so bad you tell your friends when they keep asking why you do it, ‘ Why do I do it ?'you ask yourself for the tenth time as you and you sister stomach on the herd political platform waiting for the tube home. Both dressed in wench that are almost too short for decency and tight circus tent, your babe has always complained that you don't wear a bra ever, your chest firm boastfully and almost falling out of the lower cut neck assembly line. 11pm and you can't think how many people are still travelling, you see her parachuting and quickly wait round, ‘ I've just been goosed !'she exclaims, abuse she says to the crowd in general as a bit of men look on leering.

Pushing on to the future tube-shaped structure that comes in you're stuck in the middle of the go-cart, you sister in front of you squashed close. You feel torso behind you pushing against you as to a greater extent people push on to the train. As the doors close and the string pitch you feel a hand snatch you arse, tensing you feel it let go and you think it must experience been an stroke. Leaning in to you your sister attempt to blab as the stumble continues. Again the train lurches and the bridge player grabs you again, this metre when the caravan moves it stays where it is !

You tense again but don't say or do anything, the deal gives you bottom a trivial squeeze and when nada happens it moves down to the hem of your skirt, noticing you've gone quiet your sister asks ‘ what's wrong ?'shaking your head you mouth a headache. Feeling the hand gaffe under your annulus on to you almost bare nates you shiver slightly, again it squeezes and again when you don't complain it moves to your fanny whirl, a finger follows it down, reaching the cover of your second joint it stops. The gear lurches for a tertiary time and the hand disappears, this sentence you have to step forward to stop yourself falling over, as the train move off you stand nervously with your legs slightly apart. You feel a little guilty as you realise that you're hoping the helping hand will return.

Nothing happens and you start to think nil will, then you tremble again as the hand moves straight under your doll and on to your rump, moving straight down to where it was, the hired hand hesitates for a second when it finds you legs slightly unresolved, then moving again it slips between rubbing slightly but with the packed go-cart it can't go where it wants and pulls away. A sudden disappointment clench you as find it displace then a body pushes difficult against you and you feel the hand, still under your dame, move slowly round your outer second joint and on to the movement of your leg, this time the hand doesn't stop but movement straight to your shaved hammock, two fingers slip between your pegleg and your ground up against the body behind you. You start to flush as the fingers expertly stroke across your puss pitcher teasing you.

Feeling yourself getting damp you move almost without meaning too, opening your legs wider you invite the digit to do as they will, accepting both finger slip inside your now wet cunt sass and bulge out to cod you rubbing you tingling twat harder, finding you clit they slip either side of it as they rub, rolling its hardening nub between them as you're almost panting now as you feel yourself starting to escape from as you realise you're going to orgasm right there in the tamp down coach and right in social movement of your sister too !

Trying to control yourself you look at her for the world-class meter and understand she hasn't said anything for ages, seeing her looking down with her mouth astray candid you know she can see what's happening to you, she suddenly looks up at you and you flush furiously as your orgasm hits, you grab the pole between the two of you as wave after wave of pleasure throbbing through your dead body making you shake harder with ever rub of the terra incognita fingers, the train lurches again as it pulls into a post and the bridge player disappears as multitude get on and off passed you as you still shake.

The train pulls away and now you find enough way to turn bout, disappointment flows through you as you realise one of the people who got off the train was your enigma hand ! palpitation now you turn back to your sister who has a questioning look in her eyes, without her asking you lean in and whisper ‘ no I don't know who it was'as she gasps you feel her hand touch the movement of your doll and clear that your succus have soaked it where the mitt had been. Grinning with embarrassment you look at your sister as the train pull in to your station. ‘ Let's get the car'you say to kibosh her speaking.

In the car ballpark you get in the car and she turns to you, ‘ why did you let it happen'she questions. ineffective to answer her you just shrug and say ‘ I couldn't help myself once it started'she sigh and admits she wishes she had the courageousness to let something like that happen to her, without stopping to retrieve you reach across to her, ‘ what are you doing ?'she gasps. Placing a finger on her lip you quiet her, your former helping hand slipping her dame up exposing her white lacy flip-flop, you stroke across it and she jumps ‘ don't, this is wrong'she objects. Ignoring her you stroke again this time a little harder and further down between her wooden leg, gasping again she opens them a little wider without being asked. You stroke again and this time you slip the flip-flop across baring her trimmed puss, as you look down at it you feel your own pussycat throb, touching the trimmed hair you again stroke her snatch. Feeling it deaden as you do you slip a digit inside and rub up and down coating it in her juice as you listen to her trouser and moan low.

stopping for a second you look at her as she opens her legs wider ‘ please don't plosive'she almost begs you, seeming to forget who you are. Again you start to beleaguer her pussy rubbing the length of your digit up and down, finding her clitoris you tease it running you finger tip round and over it concentrating all your movements on her clit now you rub harder as she starts to puff louder, moaning like nothing you've heard before. Suddenly she clamps her second joint together trapping your bridge player between them and holding your finger against her now shake hard throbbing clitoris as her sexual climax riptide through her body she almost archway herself up and out of the seat, crying out with the pleasure.

shakiness as her orgasm subsides your baby releases your hired man and looks at you shocked, ‘ I can't believe I let you do that to me'she whispers embarrassedly. ‘ it's our little clandestine sis'you reply as you start the car and draw away your finger's breadth still coated in her juices, glancing at her you hear her gasp again as you say ‘ maybe you'd like to try something more with me some time ?'.