The Train Trip

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Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest, Brother, Sister, .

Desc: Incest Sex Story: Brother and sister travel to grandparents because of parents marrital problems

A shudder ran through the carriage signalling that the train was beginning to pull away from the platform. Rachel and I waved frantically to our parents where they were standing watching us depart and the frightening thought that this could be the last time we saw them together passed through my head.

Rachel is my sister and we were travelling to stay with our grandparents for an undetermined duration while our parents tried to sort their lives and their marriage out. For some time we had been becoming more and more dysfunctional as a family unit because of the increasing tension between Mom and Dad, who had finally got to the stage of completely ignoring each other. Strangely enough this was actually worse to live with than when they were screaming and arguing with one another.

My name is Michael and my sister, Rachel, and I, at the time, were both aged 14 years old and, no, we're not twins, as you will be guessing, as we are almost a year apart in age. Rachel was born almost 2 months pre-maturely and it was almost miraculous that she survived. We are the same age for only about 3 weeks of any year and, if she had not been born early, there would be about 14 months between us.

We were travelling to our grand-parents farm by train rather than by air as Rachel hates flying and there is quite a distance and quite major difficulties in getting from the nearest airport to the farm. It was a long train journey, taking 1 full and 2 part days and 2 nights travel, but we had a small reasonably comfortable cabin to travel and live in. There were a couple of comfortable armchair type seats and a small table between them by the window, a convertible sofa bed with a pull down bunk above it and a small bathroom attached. As you can see we were travelling in relative comfort and lack of money was definitely not causing the problems between our parents. We both had plenty of reading material and some games and, with plenty of spending money, we would have a nice trip except for the boredom.

I sat and read for the first couple of hours and each time I looked up from my book I noticed that Rachel was just staring blankly at the pages of her magazine and that she didn't look too far from bursting into tears. She was probably having the same doubts and worries about our parents that I had earlier and I was very relieved when it was finally time to go to the dining car for our evening meal.

The train carried both passengers and freight and it stopped to drop off and pick up regularly, which helped make the trip so long, but the passenger numbers were small and the service was, consequently, first class. The dining car looked like it could have been in a top quality restaurant and the food that they served was up to the standard of the decor making our first meal on board memorable. Soup, entrée, main course and desert and I even succeeded, with the help of a discreet $10 note, in convincing the waiter, who was not much older than me, to bring us a couple of glasses of wine each, as, luckily, we both looked a bit older than we actually were.

When we returned to our cabin, after finishing our meal and chatting with some of the other passengers, it was dark and we found that our beds had been made up. There was also a tray, holding a flask of hot water, milk and drink sachets, on the window table and we decided to have a cup of tea and watch the lights flash by before retiring for the night. We were well out in the country and, since lights were few and far apart, it didn't take long to get bored and decide to 'call it a day'.

I went into the bathroom first, Rachel going in when I was finished, and, after turning off the main cabin lights and, flicking on my small bed-lamp, I was stripped to my underpants and tee-shirt and under the covers by the time that Rachel came out in her pink PJs. I had claimed the bottom bunk by right of 'first up, best dressed' and, after she had dropped her clothing on her armchair, she came over, bent down and gave me a quick buss on the cheek and thanked me for taking her to such a nice dinner. She then stepped onto the side of my bed, preparing to hop up into her own, and, completely thoughtlessly, I did something totally stupid. I sat up, knowing that she couldn't see me, and grabbed the waistband of her PJ pants and yanked them down.

Rachel screamed and leapt back, luckily managing to land safely on her feet, and crouching down with her arms wrapped round herself she began first to tremble and then to visibly shake and weep. I was devastated. I hadn't foreseen a re-action like this and I had mostly intended my actions as a joke, though in full truth there were hidden sexual overtones to pulling her pants off, and I quickly leapt out of bed and went to her.

"I'm ever so sorry, Rachel. I only meant it as a joke. And it's not that bad really, you've still got your panties on, after all. You're still covered up." I put my hand on her shoulder to comfort her and she angrily shook it off.

"That wasn't fucking funny. I'm your sister after all and you are supposed to love me and look after me!" Rachel's sobs were drying up and I was completely shocked at her language.

"I truly am sorry Rachel. I just thought it would be a laugh. I didn't really think about it." I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly, "Forgive me? Please. I hate it when we don't get on."

"I suppose I have to. It would maybe have been funnier if I wasn't so upset about Mom and Dad. What's going to happen to us if they do split up? I couldn't bear it if you and I were split up as well." Our parents' problems had definitely been frightening and upsetting her a whole lot.

Without releasing her I moved over to my bed and sat down, with her cuddled by my side, and attempted to put her mind at rest,

"Don't worry so much, Rachel. I'm sure that they will work it out and everything will be Ok again. Even if they don't, you know that they both love us and wouldn't do anything to hurt us. Neither Mom nor Dad would ever split us apart or try to cut the other one out of their lives. So I know that things will be alright. Trust me." I did my best to sound completely sincere and hoped that I had succeeded.

"I hope you're right. There's not much we can do about it anyway, I suppose." Rachel sounded a bit more cheerful, "Would you just hold me for a while, please."

"Silly, of course I will. Come on, let's lie down." I lifted her up onto my bed, her PJ pants falling from her feet, and I cuddled into her back and held her close. It didn't take me long to realise that I was holding, in my arms, a very pretty young lady clad only in a thin PJ top and thin blue panties and I was quickly forced to keep my groin well back from her.

Soon she began to breathe softly and rhythmically and I realised that she had gone to sleep and I decided to cover us both up rather than move her and risk waking and upsetting her. It was still very dark when I woke, surprised that I had managed to get any sleep at all, to find that Rachel had turned over during the night and was now cuddled in closely, face to face with me. I could feel her small titties crushed gently against my chest, my semi-erect cock pushing against her thigh and her pussy rubbing my leg. I was well aware of the warmth of her crotch even through the material of her panties and, while I revelled in our proximity, I was extremely nervous of her waking and being horrified at our closeness. I managed to move just enough to keep my hard-on from touching her but I didn't have the willpower to stop myself sliding my hand gently down her back and, slipping it under the elastic of her panties, gently cupping her bare buttock. The sensation and feel of the smoothness of her skin and the softness of her plump cheek was almost too much to bear and I couldn't make myself remove my hand. I went back to sleep with my hand still down her panties with no thought of the consequences of her waking and discovering me groping her.

When I next surfaced it was to discover that it was daylight and Rachel had managed to climb out of bed without waking me. Over and above the sounds of the train I could hear, but not identify, the intimate sounds of her in the bathroom and in my mind's eye I could visualise her peeing, wiping herself and then washing. When the door eventually opened and she emerged I expected her to have fully dressed in privacy but I saw that she was still dressed in just her PJ top and the same blue panties. 'She will grab clean stuff and go back in' I thought and then watched with some disbelief as she closed the door behind her.

"You finally awake then, sleepyhead?" she asked and I expected her to suggest that I use the bathroom so as she could get dressed, but, "Any chance of you getting up sometime today?" she went on as she pulled a clean skirt, top and underwear from her bag.

When she had dumped her clothing on the top bunk she crouched down beside me and leant in and gave me a quick good-morning kiss.

"Michael, thank you for comforting me last night and I really appreciate your caring for me all night." Rachel sounded quite genuine in her thanks but she went on, "Now I need you to be completely honest with me and tell me the truth even if it hurts."

'Here it comes' I thought and braced myself,

"Promise me you'll be truthful?" she requested, and after I nodded my acquiescence, quite sure that I was going to be quizzed, and then probably abused, about groping her arse while she was asleep, she continued, "When you pulled my PJs down it wasn't completely just a joke, was it?"

I was floored by her question and I answered before I fully thought out my reply,

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