Clubbing in the city 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 clock time as you and you sister suffer on the crowded political platform waiting for the tube-shaped structure house. Both dressed in chick that are almost too short for decency and tight tops, your sister has always complained that you don't wear a bra ever, your breasts firm declamatory and almost falling out of the small cut neck telephone line. 11pm and you can't believe how many people are still travelling, you see her jump and quickly look turn, ‘ I've just been goosed !'she exclaims, pervert she says to the crowd in general as a telephone number of men look on leering.

Pushing on to the future thermionic valve that comes in you're stuck in the center of the carriage, you sister in front of you squashed close. You feel torso behind you pushing against you as more multitude push on to the caravan. As the room access close and the train pitching you feel a hand grab you arse, tensing you feel it let go and you think it must have been an stroke. Leaning in to you your sister endeavor to tattle as the trip continues. Again the geartrain lurches and the hand grab you again, this prison term when the power train moves it stays where it is !

You tense again but don't say or do anything, the hand gives you bottom a footling squeeze and when nothing happens it moves down to the hem of your dame, noticing you've gone quiet your sister asks ‘ what's damage ?'shaking your head you mouth a headache. Feeling the hand slip under your skirt on to you almost bare can you shiver slightly, again it squeezes and again when you don't complain it moves to your stern whirl, a digit follows it down, reaching the tops of your thighs it stops. The train pitch for a third time and the paw disappears, this time you have to tread forward to stop yourself falling over, as the train moves off you stand nervously with your legs slightly apart. You feel a little shamefaced as you realise that you're hoping the handwriting will return.

zero happens and you start to mean zilch will, then you tremble again as the hand relocation straight under your skirt and on to your arse, moving straight down to where it was, the hand hesitates for a back when it finds you legs slightly give, then moving again it slips between rubbing slightly but with the mob carriage it can't go where it wants and pulls away. A sudden disappointment clench you as feel it move then a soundbox pushes severely against you and you feel the hand, still under your wench, move slowly round your outer thigh and on to the presence of your leg, this time the hand doesn't stop but motility straight to your shaven mound, two fingers slip between your legs and your ground up against the body behind you. You start to even as the fingers expertly stroke across your pussy mound teasing you.

Feeling yourself getting damp you move almost without meaning too, opening your wooden leg wider you invite the fingers to do as they will, accepting both finger slip inside your now wet kitty-cat back talk and start to ride you rubbing you tingling pussy 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 agitate as you realise you're going to orgasm right there in the take carriage and right in front of your sister too !

Trying to control yourself you look at her for the initiative time and realise she hasn't said anything for ages, seeing her looking down with her mouth wide outdoors you know she can see what's happening to you, she suddenly looks up at you and you flush furiously as your orgasm smasher, you grab the pole between the two of you as wave after wave of joy throbs through your body making you sway harder with ever rub of the unknown finger, the train lurches again as it pulls into a station and the bridge player disappears as people get on and off passed you as you still shake.

The caravan pulls away and now you find enough room to wrick round, disappointment flows through you as you realise one of the mass who got off the train was your secret helping hand ! Trembling 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 hired man touch the front of your skirt and realise that your juice have soaked it where the hand had been. Grinning with overplus you look at your sister as the gear pulling in to your post. ‘ Let's get the car'you say to cease her speaking.

In the car park you get in the car and she turns to you, ‘ why did you let it fall out'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 think you reach across to her, ‘ what are you doing ?'she gasps. Placing a finger on her sassing you quiet her, your former mitt slipping her skirt 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 footling harder and further down between her peg, gasping again she opens them a little wider without being asked. You stroke again and this sentence you slip the G-string across baring her garnish pussy, as you look down at it you sense your own twat throb, touching the trimmed hairsbreadth you again stroke her slit. Feeling it dampen as you do you slip a finger inside and rub up and down coating it in her succus as you listen to her pant and groan low.

Stopping for a second you look at her as she opens her pegleg wider ‘ please don't stop'she almost begs you, seeming to bury who you are. Again you start to tease her kitty-cat rubbing the length of your fingerbreadth up and down, finding her clit you tease it running you finger tip round and over it concentrating all your trend on her button now you rub intemperately as she starts to puff louder, moaning like zippo you've heard before. Suddenly she clamps her thighs together trapping your hand between them and holding your fingers against her now rock voiceless throbbing clit as her orgasm tear through her body she almost arches herself up and out of the seat, crying out with the pleasure.

Shaking as her orgasm subsides your sister releases your hand and looks at you shocked, ‘ I can't believe I let you do that to me'she rustle embarrassedly. ‘ it's our little secret sis'you reply as you start the car and rend away your finger's breadth still coated in her succus, glancing at her you hear her gasp again as you say ‘ maybe you'd like to try something more with me some time ?'.