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Like every other male on this planet, l’ve had incest fantasies for as long as I can remember, but they at all times remained just that: fantasies. Even in the fantasies, my mom and sisters weren’t my really family but generic characters, who sometimes took the shape of girls or women I had crush on. All that changed a little while ago.

I used to frequent an anonymous online sex chat forum. I was and am quite good at sexting. The forum had people from all over the world so when a girl posted asking if someone from my city was online, my interest piqued. I replied back and we started talking.
She was a virgin, and wanted to be used like a slut, bent over, and fucked hard until there was cum oozing from all of her holes. We played, both came and went our separate methods.

Next day, she was online again. She posted asking if someone wanted a handjob. I messaged her again.

Turned out she didn’t want to play online but was hoping to actually do it in person. Since we had played the day before, she agreed to meet me.

It was a peculiar arrangement. She told me she would be on a subway train, departing from a particular station at a particular time. She would be seated in the last double seat of the last car on that train and reading a certain book. If I could discover her, I could sit next to her, whisper the code word “peaches” in her ear and she would give me a discreet handjob. I suppose the thrill and mystery of the whole affair turned her on and she probably wondered I would never discover her.

But I did.

I got on the train a few stations further down the line. I wore a hoodie to shadow my face and tried to see if I could discover a girl sitting in the last row of the car, reading the book she had told me about.

I had half expected not to discover anyone but there she was, completely engrossed in her book, with her backpack on the seat beside her. The only issue was that I recognised her: it was my younger sister.

I turned around and faced the other way so she wouldn’t see me. I needed a moment to think. Yeah, I was pretty horny but I was also disturbed and scared. I won’t get into all that went through my head but in the end, I decided to just get on with it. After all, who would she tell and what? She was as guilty as me and I was getting a handjob out of this.

So I turned around, picked up her bag and sat down beside her. Her eyes grew wide when she saw me. I grabbed her hand before she could say anything and whispered “peaches.”
Her mouth fell open. She tried to say something a couple of times but no words came out. Then she smiled mischievously and bit her lip. Her face was flushed as she looked around to see if someone was watching. The car was pretty empty.

Her small soft hand slipped out of mine and was inside my gym shorts. Her bag was on my lap, hiding the incestuous act. She rubbed her forefinger and thumb the length of my shaft and on my cock head, before she started pumping me.

I put my arm around her, slipping my hand under her top on her bare tummy, daring to feel her boobs or touch her fiery crotch whenever we were plunged in the brief darkness by the tunnels. Even though I was so fucking horny, I didn’t dare do more lest we got caught.

“I am going to cum,” | whispered in her ear as I felt my load create up.

“Cum for your sister slut you banged online yesterday,” she cooed back in my ear.

That took me over the edge and I came thick rope after rope in her hand. Once I was done, she withdrew her hand and rubbed my cum all over her tummy and crotch.

We got off the train at the next stop and made our way home.

NSFW: yes

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