MORNING TRAIN

I am already asleep when Yuki slides into bed with me. We have had separate rooms for years but we've always slept together…for as long as I can remember and even before that. Yuki and I are fraternal twins. He was quite likely spooning me in the womb, before becoming my "big brother" by nudging me aside and entering the world 22 minutes before me.

The mattress shifts slightly with his weight and when Yuki lifts the covers, air warmed by my body drifts across my face. A cold draft of air rides in on Yuki's long body and still mostly asleep, I move against him trying to replace his chill with my warmth. I'm wearing a tank top with a tiny pink ribbon bow between my breast and boy-cut panties. Yuki is only wearing skin so his body temperature quickly adjusted to mine.

Yuki's scent is soon drifting the tiny drafts of heat wafting from beneath the blankets. He smells seaweed soap, Paul Mitchell shampoo and something else…something musky and spicy. I roll over to face him. Fully awake now, I move closer and burrow my nose against his smooth broad chest, inhaling, trying to find the source of that "something" scent.

That warm spicy Yuki-smell makes me press my thighs together in a creamy rush of heat and compels me to lick his tiny nipples. I rub my whole body against him, sleepy, warm, cat-like, my own nipples tiny tight pebbles beneath cotton...satin skin and cotton against raw silk. My little cunny is damp and hot behind my panties. Shorter than Yuki by a good 7 inches my narrow feet rub rhythmically up and down his nearly hairless calves.

Yuki groans quietly. Submitting for now. Letting me wallow in his smell. His feel. Letting me rub myself all over him and line our bodies up until we are face to face, cock to pussy. His hard cock refuses to give against my dry humping and soon it is forcing the crotch of my panties up inside me. The cloth abrading against my sensitive flesh brings another wet rush between my legs. Yuki, moaning, his cock-head buried a mere inch inside me, feels the increase in damp heat.

I'm making those little noises that I make when I want. Little begging noises, catches in my breathing. I want Yuki buried to his balls in my sticky puss. I want him to shove himself to the hilt and then fuck me in and out in and out fast hard strokes until I come. And then I want Yuki to come…to come inside me. Deep and hard.

I want him to bathe my womb with his spunk. I want to smell my brother's come on me every time I spread my legs. That's my wicked secret. I always want to be full of his slippery cum. I love the way our scents commingle inside me and how my pussy smells after we fuck. I love the way his come works its way slowly out of me all day long when we fuck right before we leave for school. All day long I'll have a damp crotch and a cum residue in my panties. And all day I'll be in such a state of sexual tension that the boys at school can almost smell it and they'll follow me around like I'm some sort of bitch in heat.

I love going into the girl's room between classes and smelling our hot sexy aroma when I drop my panties. I smell like sex and Yuki. Spicy, salty, sweet come and female musk. I'm can't resist touching myself. I only mean to get a bit of the creamy spend oozing out for a quick taste, but usually, I end up sticking my finger a little deeper and before I know it I'm fucking myself with the mint green handle of a free-with-purchase brush from the Clinique Counter and biting my hand to keep from moaning Yuki's name out loud when I come.

I have my arms around Yuki's neck, rocking, trying to force him a little higher inside me. We are face to face, watching each other in the multi-hued light from the 'Cowboy Bebop' nightlight where Spike watches us, his molded plastic face dour and softly glowing. Yuki has his hands on my hips, working me, thrusting as far as the thin wet cotton fabric will allow.

Our mouths are touching but we aren't kissing. Our damp lips rub against each other. Breath gusting in and out, breathing each other's air. I take his full lower lip and suck it into my mouth, worrying it with my teeth. God, I love his mouth. His full lower lip and the slick skin just inside his mouth. I bite; I suck and hang on with my teeth as I slowly pull my mouth away. Yuki oozes precum and thrusts one hard thrust when I nip his lip almost to the point of real pain before letting it go. He forces cock and wet panty another half inch higher.

"Oh baby girl..." Yuki whispers in a warm gust against the soft, sensitive skin of my neck. "I'm going to put my dick up inside you, okay, baby?"

Yuki nips my lower lip as payback for my bite and then rolls me underneath his lean swimmers body. His hands push my beribboned powder-pink HelloKitty tank over my head while his hips continue to hump against my mound. With my top off, Yuki is able to take most my firm small breast and hard little nipples into his mouth.

"Oh, God, you taste good, baby." He mumbles around my flesh as he bites my left nipple, making me gasp and then moan when he laves it with his warm tongue to take away the sting.

"Yuki…unh…" I try to say more but he moves onto his knees, straddling my hips. His fat cock, rooted in a silky nest of black hair, is jutting out from his belly and he's so beautiful and my chest is so tight with emotion that I cannot speak. He has knelt over my naked body many, many times before. We've been lovers since before we had names for the physical acts that we preformed together. But seeing him, long and honey skinned in the faint light, I am consumed with what I understand is the not completely sane desire to be his only lover forever.

"Fuck me, Yuki." I whisper, when I can speak, in a tight voice, desire and maybe a bit of insanity making my soft voice hoarse. "Please, brother, I need you inside me."

Yuki grins a maniac's grin and grabs both my breast, twisting my nipples just hard enough. My body jerks in reaction and I cream already sodden panties.

"My baby sister wants some cock?" Yuki croons as he bends to lick the flat of his tongue across my lips, twisting my nipples all the while. Licking my lips, my neck, my ears. Sucking my earlobes and lower lip, biting me…marking me, Yuki works himself into a frenzy. He is tugging my nipples, tongue fucking my mouth and humping my tummy in an increasingly frantic rhythm.

"Umph, uhn, Yuki, Yuki…" My almost naked body is moving with him. My skin is too small and I want to crawl inside Yuki. I want him to crawl inside me. Wet trails of precum on my tummy mark the path of his thrusting cock and my thighs are now wet half way to my knees from my leaking pussy.

"Baby, baby…" Yuki stops eating my mouth and moves down my body, his lips never loosing contact with my skin as he sucks and suckles his way down to my abdomen. He licks his own precum off the smooth skin of my stomach and then blows his hot breath across my damp skin.

I bury my fingers in his too thick black hair and stroke and scratch and rub his scalp. Yuki lies with his left cheek on my trembling abdomen and watches his right hand toy with my thighs, stroking higher and higher until he reaches dampness where my pussy has leaked though my panties. Yuki moans low and deep.

"You're so fucking wet, baby." He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them with a guttural moan. I moan in chorus, creaming still more.

Yuki puts his hand back on my thighs and rakes two fingers across the sodden crotch, nails pressing my clit. My body convulses.

"Yuki…"

Yuki turns his head and looks up at my face over my little breast, my abraded nipples red and tight from his tongue and teeth. "I'm going to take your panties off, baby, okay?" He cups my pussy and taps my engorged clit through the fabric. I twitch and my skin gets smaller still. "I've been trying to hold off…" Long fingers flirt with the tight elastic edge between my legs, lifting it, but not sliding under. I whimper.

Yuki kneels beside me and slides the pink low-rise briefs down my legs. When he gets them off he puts them to his nose and inhales deeply. Then, looking me right in the eye he starts lapping my pussy juice off the wet cotton. He moans at the sweetness, his eyes closing, cock humping air as he licks the crotch of my panties like a dog.

"Oh…" Two fingers find my sticky hole and biting my lip I start, rubbing, fingers sinking into warm wet cream.

Yuki takes a last lap and then draws on the fabric one last time, making a terribly erotic sucking noise before dropping the panties on the floor beside the bed. He reaches over and turns on the bedside lamp. I don't stop fingering myself. Yuki always turns on the light if he can. He likes to look at me in light. He's told me he likes to be able to see the perfectly smooth pearly pink folds of my pussy. He also likes to watch his fat cock disappear inside me over and over again. And after he comes inside me, he likes to see my pussy, pink and shiny, oozing with his seed.

"That's it, Pretty. Your sweet fuck hole looks so tiny." There is something akin to awe in Yuki's voice as two of his big fingers join my own, slipping around my folds, pressing my clit.

I moan at his dirty words and arch my back, little titties thrusting out, pussy opening for my brother's fingers.

Yuki works one, then two fingers inside my tight channel. I moan and bite my swollen lip against the fullness, my hips flexing trying to suck him in and out.

"So tight…baby sister, you're so tight. I can't wait to get my cock inside you. I'm going to put it so fucking deep inside." Yuki starts to finger fuck me in earnest…two thick long fingers, stuffing them as far inside me as he can reach, his thumb grazing my asshole with each down thrust. "Big brother's going to fuck you so deep. Deeper than any other man can. No man will ever fill up baby sister's pussy like I can." He thrusts harder and deeper. "No one can give you what I can…no one."

Yuki replaces his hand with his mouth. He opens his mouth wide and covers my whole pussy. His tongue presses up inside where his fingers have just been. Yuki holds my legs over his shoulders and eats and sucks and tongue fucks my tender pink hole until every muscle in my body tightens and I come on his face.

"Oh, yeah, baby, that's it come for me." Yuki's voice is hoarse and he is humping his cock against the bed. He continues to lap at my swollen pussy lips and sucks them into his mouth, tugging gently before letting them go. His tongue goes on a foray deep into my wet tunnel, mining out my cream. He moans at the rich taste. He bites the inside of my thigh. Hard enough to bruise. My pussy pulses.

"Yuki!" I gasp in pain and pleasure.

"Now, it's time." Yuki whispers sliding up my body. "Now I get fuck you." His hard cock rubs up my calf, up my thigh until he reaches the rich wet delta between my legs. "Pretty pink puss all wet and ready for your big brother, right, baby?"

"Yes, oh, yes…" I gasp as his meaty cock nudges my little pussy looking for my hole and finding it. Yuki presses steadily into me, moving his dick higher and tighter until he bottoms out. I feel him pressing up into my womb and that never ending wash of heat pulses through the tingling walls of my sex.

My pussy stretches to accommodate Yuki's cock. I feel full almost to the point of pain but not quite. It's not that he's freakishly huge, but more a combination of his size and my lack of it.

Yuki is watching his cock slid in and out of me. He withdraws until you can just see where the swollen head flares like a mushroom and then he sinks back in, slowly, watching his big prick disappear, my little pink pussy membranes obviously stretching to accommodate him.

I watch him watch his cock glide in and out. His breathing is labored and his thrusts gradually increase. He forces my legs higher and bores into my pussy with more and more force. My tiny tits jiggle in time to his thrusts and my eraser shaped nipples are stone hard when I roll them hard between my fingers.

My eyes are closed my head is tossing uncontrollably as I roughly tug on my nipples. I'm making incoherent noise low in my throat and I know I'm going to come again and I'm so glad. I get to come with Yuki's cock inside me and with any luck, my orgasm with trigger his and my pussy contractions will ring every sweet drop of spunk out of his balls, keeping it deep in my womb.

"Yui…fuck, Yui…baby sister, I want to come inside you."

Yuki and I are both sheened in sweat and breathing as if we've run a hundred yard sprint. I grip his head in my hands, holding him close, eye to eye.

"Do it. Come in me, big brother." I arch my back and my womb tightens, tingling. I can feel it, the climax is right there. I bite his lips and lick his mouth softly. Our wet lips touching, we maintain eye contact. Sharing air. "Fill me up with your cum." I whisper and just imagining it is enough to send me over.

"Yuki!" My already tight pussy tightens and squeezes around Yuki's thrusting cock and it's too much for him.

"Oh, God…" Yuki's strokes are short and erratic until he finally forces himself to the hilt, and then deeper, spraying all his sweet juice deep inside me. "Yui…" He murmurs still twitching and thumping in response to the pulsing ripples of my sheath. "God, Yui, I love to fuck you more than anything else in this world."

Yuki kisses me softly and sort of half-heartedly thrusts his hips. His dick, still hard, acts as a plug, keeping his cream deep inside me. I hum in pleasure at that thought and at the creamy wet sucking noise our bodies make together. We shift to our sides with Yuki still inside me. He holds my right leg over his hip, with every intention of keeping his cock in my warm snug hole.

I hum my satisfaction with the sleeping arrangement, smiling at Yuki in contentment. My eyes are heavy with satiation and sleep. "I love you, Yuki."

"I love you, too, Yui." Yuki kisses my forehead very gently and snuggles me more tightly against him, one hand on my thigh to keep it thrown over his hip, the other clutching my bottom, finger trailing in my cleft, his middle finger gently massaging my asshole. My pussy contracts deeply with lazy pleasure. I'm content…

I'm warm, sleepy, well fucked and I have a belly full of my brother's cum. Life is good.

As always, the morning train is incredibly crowded. Physical contact with other passengers is unavoidable. Pressing deeper into the car I'm resigned to impersonal touches and to the occasional very personal grope from a chikan (subway groper), getting his Lolita fix.

In an effort to be the only one groping me if groping needs doing, Yuki shuffles so closely behind me that the toes of his street shoes are tapping the three-inch rubber soles of my platform Mary-Jane's. Bishonen, pretty boy, Yuki is beautiful in that uniquely androgynous way of pretty Asian men, and has been groped more than once himself…an occurrence which never fails to amuse him.

Countless apologies and three glancing gropes later we manage to make a "Yu" shaped spot near the middle of the car. Yuki is tall and grabs the overhead rail, slouching in such a way as to subtly fit his lanky frame into the curve of my body.

We don't speak.

I love riding this way. So does Yuki.

The vibrations of the train and the sway and the press of people snug him tighter and tighter into my bottom, giving both of us sweet, if frustrating, little sizzles of pleasure at every mismatched piece of track. At every whining stop, our car will regurgitates commuters onto crowded platforms and new passengers are shoved into the over-crowded confines of the car, forcing us closer still. Porters, neatly uniformed, complete with nifty little hats, polite and ruthless, work the rush hour platforms using any means necessary, short of a shoehorn, to wedge more commuters onto the trains.

Today is just like a hundred other days. Masses of bodies, mostly salarymen, dark suited and cinched up neatly in narrow ties that look identical to my casual glance. The inside of the car smells of the urban human animal - sweat, deodorant, cigarettes, ginger, hairspray, cologne, starch… I can smell the berry scent from my new strawberry flavored MAC lip-gloss and a million other sweet-sour smells I can't name.

I'm butt to crotch with Yuki and loving every minute bump and every deep breath taken by another passenger that forces us closer. I clutch my 'Fruits Basket' book-bag to my chest and hold it so that the buckle closures rub my nipples. I don't even bother to hold onto the overhead handles. Instead, I arch my back, relax my legs and settle against the front of Yuki's black uniform pants, his cock nestled in the cleft of my bottom.

Every jostle, every sway of the train, and god, the pleasure that tingles through my tummy makes me press my knees together and hug 'Fruits' a little tighter to my chest.

A Salaryman is facing me, but I don't look at him. I know this because I'm staring at the ends of his shiny black loafers, only inches from the rounded toes of my own shoes.

I close my eyes when a particularly rough stretch of track vibrates and shimmies Yuki that much closer to sodomizing me while we're both still fully clothed. Heat suffuses my face, my neck, my chest, my pussy. My skin shrinks and I'm aware of nothing so much as the drumming of my heart in my ears and the feel of Yuki behind me, trying to press himself inside me. My eyes remain closed.

I'm silent, throbbing, riding on a river of lust named Kimura Yuki.

We are about ten minutes into our 26 minute journey when Yuki whispers my ear, his voice no more than a breath of sound, "That man is watching you…he knows what we're doing."

I start, pulled from foggy pleasure in a fantasy where Yuki and I are the only ones on the train and he is leaning on a support pole, with his cock buried in my rear while we simply stand and ride out every hitch and bump on our twenty-six minute commute…

Momentarily disoriented and caught doing something naughty in a society that frowns on merely holding hands in public, my heart stutters – a lifetime of learned politeness and societal expectations are warring with a teenager's rebellious streak and my craving for Yuki. Hot with lust and embarrassment, I bow my head further and try to ease away.

Yuki stops me with firm hands on my hipbones, "No, stay where you are, baby."

I remain rigid against him but don't try to fight Yuki's hold. I'm afraid now of drawing more attention.

"Don't you know he's wishing, imagining, that he's the one behind you." Yuki whispers in that deep hoarse voice that has so much power over my body…my soul. "He's picturing your ass notched on his cock like you are on mine." Yuki's voice goes all rough like it does when I'm sucking him, "He's imagining how hot and squishy your sweet pussy will be when he picks you up and slides you down his prick like some sort of Lolita fuck doll."

"Stop it." I whisper. I can hear the shame, and the sex, in my voice.

Yuki hears it too and knows I'm turned on by his nasty words.

Slowly, dreading, embarrassed, aroused, I raise my head enough to peep at the watching man through heavy lashes. He is tall. Taller than Yuki and he is wearing glasses with horn-rimmed frames. I see short thick hair, spiked bangs and a suit that fits him to the nth degree. His face is very fierce, very Japanese and right now there is enough space between his black leather briefcase and the front of my uniform that he can see Yuki's fingers curled into my hips.

I feel Yuki's hands flex and tighten, kneading my hipbones. Then he levers me more snugly against him.

My lips part on a stifled gasp and involuntarily my back arches in an effort to accommodate the further press of Yuki's meaty erection into the cleft of my ass. My eyes close in a heavy slow blink of arousal and when I open them again, our watcher has a flush across the high cheekbones of his brown face. Maybe he really is imagining that it is his cloth covered cock, instead of Yuki's, pushing the bunched up fabric of my skirt between the widening cheeks of my bottom.

And dirty girl that I am, I like both the idea of the stranger wanting me and the feeling of my ass cheeks being forced apart by Yuki.

Yuki laughs softly against my neck. His nose nudges a stubby pigtail. The ends of the bright yellow ribbon securing it, tickle my neck like the touch of his lips. I shiver and my nipples, already little pebbles, itch and tingle. I hug my bag in tiny little rhythmic pulses, self-stimulating my braless breasts against the heavy weight of my Physics book.

I almost moan out loud when the train grates over rough track, vibrating me against the hard-on now pressing fully into my ass. I want to tell him to stop playing, but I know I don't ever want him to stop.

The pleasure is too heady.

The lust is too powerful.

So instead of telling Yuki to stop talking dirty and dry humping the tender crack of my ass on a public train, I watch the man with the glasses and the handsome, flushed face and I try not to visibly respond to the feel of Yuki's hand now on the back of my thighs, under my skirt. Our bodies fit so tightly that I can still feel all of him and I know that he must be pressing against his own cock in the process of touching me.

I shiver.

"Umm, your thighs are so soft." Long, nimble fingers dance across the sensitive skin. "You know what I would like to do, Yui?" Yuki drags his nails up my thigh, hard, and I know without looking that he has left marks. The callused pads of his fingers flirt with the elastic edging the leg of my underpants. "I would like to lift up your skirt and finger fuck you right here in front of all these people…"

His hand stills. "Will you let me do that, Yui? Will you let me show them all what a sweet hot little pussy you have?"

My breathing stutters and hitches.

Hot and wanting, breathless, needing Yuki like I need air, I make solid eye-contact with Mr. Glasses…contact that sticks. He doesn't look away and neither do I. My cheeks are warm with a sex-flush and I know I must look like the personification of a debauched school girl in an anime porn movie. I'm a living, breathing "Creamy Yui".

I exhale a gusting rush of warm moist air and inhibitions. My glossy lips form a shiny strawberry flavored "O" as my sex clenches and twists in sharp creamy jerks.

Mr. Glasses' lips part slightly. A dark pink tongue licks his lips and I wonder if he's imagining what it would be like to lick the gloss off my mouth.

Yuki's breathless, aroused laughter is a silent damp furnace gust against my neck. His breath smells like mint toothpaste and wends its way inside the neck of my shirt, ghosts across the fragile contours of my collarbone and though it is impossible, I swear I feel it drifting through my clenching womb.

"Ohh…Yuki…" Just a mouthing of words, a breath of need more than anything else, but Yuki hears me and silently laughs again, and I can hear the aroused triumph riding him.

"Oh, Yui-baby, you're going to let me do it, aren't you? You're gonna let me stick my fingers your juicy little peach, right here, aren't you, baby?" His whisper is tight and excited.

Though I know I should, I don't tell Yuki no. I don't move away. Instead, I concentrate on two suddenly impossible tasks – keeping still and breathing.

"Just keep watching him want you and I'll take care of everything else." The train lurches, sways and as a collective body all the passengers, save Yuki, I and the man with the glasses, tolerate the resulting the touch of strangers with the oblivious stoicism of good commuters. For the three of us, any touch is now electric.

"What color are your panties?" Yuki asks right before he reaches them.

When I don't answer immediately, because all the air has left my lungs, his fingers strum the crease of my bottom through the warm panty fabric. He's strumming my ass and his cock at the same time. That realization and anticipation make the plump lips of my pussy swell and press still more tightly against wet cotton.

I watch the man with the glasses and though I'm sure it's impossible, when his nostrils flare, I'm convinced he can smell the sex-musk radiating off Yuki and I. Yuki's question, coupled with the fact that my panties are already coated with mine and Yuki's spunk from our earlier fun fuck in the laundry room…ohh… And now, the thought that this man in front of me can smell me, smell my creamy puss, takes me to that anything-goes-level of lust that makes good girls do nasty things in front of strangers.

I hump Yuki's hand with a quick little twist, pressing it tighter against us both. This time it's his breath that leaves in a heated rush. "Yellow. My panties are yellow." I whisper almost soundlessly, head angled back toward Yuki, but not breaking eye-contact with the stranger, wishing he could read my lips and I could share all our nasty little forbidden fuck secrets with him, "and they're already wet from when you came inside me this morning."

"Oh god." Yuki moans, head down, forgetting our audience for an instant, wet moist breath and maybe his tongue against my ear.

Yuki moves his hand again and I feel a brush of movement low between my legs. The swollen lips of my pussy, open, pulsing, pushing against thin yellow cotton are weeping creamy tears in want of his touch. At last, after a million years or only seconds, I feel him, warm and strong against my needy flesh.

The rush of desire is so intense that I bite my lower lip until it hurts. Yuki presses hard against my soft mound with four fingers. Palming me, he slides his thumb into the crack of my ass and presses up high, against both his cock and my little chocolate star.

Mr. Glasses shifts inside his space, breathing through his mouth, and I suddenly wonder what he would do if leaned forward and licked his lips. What would he taste like?

He stares, never taking his eyes off mine. I pant and try to act like I'm not panting while Yuki thumbs my asshole and taps my clit through gummy cotton.

I hear a chime and then a robotically efficient feminine voice over the loudspeakers announces the next station, our stop. There is a collective shifting, a gathering of sorts among the passengers and Yuki uses the shift of bodies to ease beneath the elastic leg-band of my panties and stirs his fingers into and around my pussy.

I stand very still, straddling his hand, panting softly.

Round and round my pearl his middle finger glides eased by creamy lubrication that is a combination of my arousal and his own slippery spend from earlier in the morning. Yuki's pinky and ring finger ease into my tiny sweet slit. The initial pressure inside my tight channel and against my clit forces me up on my toes and then I sink slowly the back down, mounted now, on his fingers. Yuki takes over from there – shoving his fingers up inside me and tugging them back out while he screws my pussy with a savage sort of tenderness.

My eyes close and when I open them Mr. Glasses is staring at the apex of my thighs, red faced and breathing hard. It's almost as if he can see exactly how expertly Yuki is fucking my tender hole. I look down my narrow body, past my book bag, behind which eraser shaped nipples want, and I notice for the first time that Yuki's left hand is holding a twisted fistful of my navy blue uniform skirt.

He is holding it so that the crotch of my bright yellow panties is visible to the stranger.

The crotch is a darker yellow, wet from my dew…Yuki's hand is trailing out of the right side…pushing the sodden cotton aside enough so that one slick little pussy lip, displaced by Yuki's fingers, shows nearly to the "V" notch above my clit.

The stranger is watching Yuki fuck me, his eyes riveted on the exposed skin and the writhing yellow crotch of my panties which undulates with each lewd thrust of Yuki's fingers.

Seeing myself like that - navy skirt raised to show long legs, knee socks and smooth thighs… My girly yellow panties, have the word "Angel" on the front spelled out in little white clouds, and are full of Yuki's fucking brown fingers… And a perfect stranger is watching, how with every slippery thrust, the little pink puss lip that's exposed bulges slightly, making room inside me for Yuki.

Feeling both nasty and sexy, I lean slowly toward our stranger. He leans toward me. His face is close enough that I see a tiny chicken pox scar over his right eyebrow. I feel his body heat and I smell cinnamon and cigarettes.

Mere centimeters are between us when I breathe, "I'm coming."

And I do.

My toes curl, my nipples itch and tingle and that knot in my belly tightens until it snaps and every muscle in my body releases in a scalding rush that coats Yuki's hand. I continue ride Yuki's fingers with tiny thrust as my pussy pulses, deep strong pulls, trying in vain to milk nonexistent semen out of Yuki's fingers and into my womb.

Yuki stands perfectly still, letting me ride out my climax, his fingers in me as deep as he can force them. His chest moves with each laboring breath, his cock twitches like mad against my ass.

The man with the glasses is pressing his briefcase against his front with pressure that has to be painful. He watches Yuki's now still hand in my panties and how my pussy is pulsing around the fingers of that hand.

My legs are trembling.

The train is slowing for our stop and Yuki eases his fingers out of my still clutching sheath. I sigh long and drawn out, loving the glide of his fingers on my warm satiny folds. I don't protest when he pushes the crotch of my panties aside as far as the elastic allows, showing the stranger the naked dewy wet folds of my pussy. I lean against Yuki, revealing in the heat of his body and in a slutty, sated feeling. Yuki uses his index finger to rim my swollen, creamy, bright pink cunny while Mr. Glasses to watches.

The train brakes and once more there is that collective gathering as people prepare to disembark and the remaining through passengers jockey for the premium positions near doors and on benches.

Yuki releases the leg of my panties after a final deep finger thrust and then drops my skirt. The stranger continues to stare at the spot between my legs for one beat, then two, before finally looking up at our faces. His eyes landed on me, and then swing to Yuki. He takes one deep open-mouthed breath, clutches his case in a white-knuckled grip, closes his eyes and shakes like an old man.

I look at Yuki and he's sucking the taste of us off his fingers. "I love to taste myself in you." He whispers and I pulse hard, wanting him.

We stare at each other and I know, as I look into much loved black eyes, that we're not going to make it to school without finding someplace to finish what we've started. I know I'm going to lift my skirt and pull my panties down around my knees, bend over and take his meaty cock inside me. I'll spread my legs. I'll spread my ass. I'll open my mouth and swallow his cum. Whatever he wants I will give it to him until his balls tighten and he fills me up with his spunk.

Yuki bends stiffly; his hard cock presses tightly against his fly, and gathers his book bag from the floor at his feet. His fingers encircle my wrist to keep me with him as bodies ebb and flow around us. The fingers are still slightly damp from my pussy and where he cleaned them in his mouth. I find that dampness, and the forbidden secrets it represents, incredibly erotic.

We move through the open double doors of the car, riding the exiting tide of people, to emerge on the industrial worker-bee bustle of the platform. Yuki moves quickly, pulling me along in his wake like a child. I don't mind. We are almost to the steps leading to street level when pedestrian traffic bottlenecks and slows to a halt.

I'm thinking about how much I want to suck Yuki's cock and trying to figure out how to make it happen. I don't know what Yuki is thinking, but judging from his sustained erection and hot eyes, it is something along those lines.

Foot traffic jostles slowly up the stairs and I'm teasing Yuki's cock under the cover of his messenger bag, my actions not noticeable between the bag and the press of bodies. I close my eyes, hand stroking the warm cotton over Yuki's hard cock, and I smell a hundred different scents, from hot electrical wiring to perfume, to sweat to starch, and beneath it all I swear I can smell the spice of Yuki's sex.

We are stepping into bright morning sunlight when we hear a voice behind us say, "Excuse me. I'm sorry. Excuse me…"

Yuki and I turn to see the stranger, still handsome in the sunlight, horn rimmed glasses glinting, briefcase held tightly at waist level. I'm shocked that he is speaking to us as politeness dictates that we pretend nothing happened.

Or perhaps seeing a girl's pussy finger-fucked on the subway negates such societal niceties…

He smiles sheepishly, looks at nothing over Yuki's left shoulder and shifts uncomfortably, obviously embarrassed. "Do you…" He begins, stops, and starts again. "Do you…Would you come with me…someplace private?" He asks in a rush. "I only want to watch…you don't have to…me…I won't touch…I'm sorry…" His voice fades as his discomfort rises.

Looking anywhere but at us, he laughs a short miserable laugh while Yuki and I just stare at him. I'm trying to decide how I feel about being propositioned by a voyeuristic Saleryman when he blurts, "I thought when you first got on the train that you were siblings, not lovers." He rushes on in explanation, "You favor…your eyes…a little around the eyes…and mouth…the shape of your mouths…just a bit that's why…I'm sorry…I'm very sorry I should not have said that…"

Yuki and I look at each other. Mr. Glasses, Yuki and I are standing close, facing each other, forming a little triangular world. Yuki leans close to the stranger and whispers, "Her pussy is the sweetest tightest thing I've ever seen, eaten or fucked."

Mr. Glasses is breathing in quick little jerks, his eyes focused between my legs.

Yuki isn't finished. "She likes for me to fuck her pussy…" He moves closer, "Her mouth…" Closer still, "Her ass…"

Mr. Glasses stares at my mouth while Yuki moves in until his beautiful lips are almost touching the stranger's ear and whispers, "And you're right, she is my sister."

We walk away smiling. By the time we have taken no more than ten steps we are running full out, laughing. We are only two blocks from school and this early we can find an empty practice room in the music department, but we only have 35 minutes before First Bell…