I was ashamed of myself. For years I had this obsession with my sister. She was beautiful, sexy, and I dreamed constantly of having sex with her. I fought it for so long, and I knew it would never happen, nor was I completely sure I thought it should.
But I watched her eyes on the train into the city. I started to fall asleep as I watched the snow beginning to fall as the train pushed on to the city. The rhythmic motions of the train seemed to make me pass out. I looked at her one last time and saw into the oceans of those blue eyes. She looked at me strangely as I realized I was undressing her in my mind. I startled myself and began to look back down at the ground, and started to doze off again. In no time I was out cold.
I woke up with a raging hard on in my jeans. I couldn't remember my dream but I knew it was about her, and I knew it was good. I suddenly realized I was on a train filled with people, my family, with a tent pitched. It was very obvious.
"Must have been a good one," a soft voice whispered in my right ear. I could feel my face burning with embarrassment.
"Shit, fuck, I'm caught, shit, shit, shit." I said to myself afraid to see who noticed it. I turned my head slowly, noticing she was no longer in her seat. I immediately noticed it was her when I saw her pants. I looked up at her face as I saw her smiling mischievously at me. I stopped breathing for a second. I was speechless.
"Don't worry, nobody else saw it."
"Oh.. okay, thanks, and um.. sorry"
"That must have been some hell of a dream."
"Yeah... I can't remember but I guess so, oh man this is embarrassing." I was humiliated. The one person I didn't want to see something like that, and she's sitting next to me.
"Not as much as you think."
I knew it was wrong. I can't say I wasn't turned on by my sister seeing my hard cock pressing against my jeans. The hard cock that she had brought about in a dream. But as exciting as it was, I was still mortified. She is handling it maturely, but she must be uncomfortable about it.
Suddenly the train entered a tunnel and we were suffocated in darkness. I felt a hand rubbing against my hard cock and realized it was not mine. I was in shock, frozen in confusion. The lights came back on she were already up and moving down the aisle. A paper rested on top of my tent.
Rm 311a....11:30. Please cum...
I thought I was going to orgasm right there on the train. No way could this just have happened. I continued to pinch myself trying to wake up. But I never woke up and the train began to slow down. Penn Station. Finally we were there, and I was approximately...forty-five minutes from 11:30.