Sister's incest secrets

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The train was far from full. I sat by the window, a blanket over my knees to keep the chill off, and my bags were stacked up on the seat beside me. That was to keep strangers at bay. I had to get things straight in my mind. Going home for the first time in a year was hard enough, but to go back for the first time since The Incident, that was something else again! I'd just turned fifteen when Dad had found me in bed with my brother Bob. The next day Dad had made the arrangements and Bob and I had been separated without further ado. How would he feel about me now? And would Dad still hold it against me? I hoped not. If he did I'd have to go back to that rotten boarding school to spend another year away from my beautiful brother.

The mesmerizing, regular sound of the train wheels clacking along the track established a peculiar rhythm in my mind, one that caused me to relive that fateful night in vivid detail. It felt as though it was happening all over again… perhaps I was dozing a little or perhaps I'd thought about it so often that the incident had turned into a well-known play, one with which I titillated myself in spare moments. And, as usual, while the story ran through my head, my hand crept down between my legs to give my pussy the moral support it needed.

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