Support from Brother Chris Chapter 1
Sitting at the cozy L-shaped desk in the corner of my bedroom, the sound of a ringing tone from my laptop speakers caught my attention. My sister's face and dark hair filled the tall rectangular window on the screen. We shared similar features, with matching electric-green eyes and long, auburn hair. My friends often teased me about how attractive she was whenever they saw a photo of her or if they met her during her rare visits. I knew she was considered pretty, but I assumed they were just a bunch of horny guys.
I couldn't recall when she had last called me. She knew that I avoided phone conversations, so she usually reached out through texts. I sighed as I clicked on the green button that resembled an old-fashioned phone handset.
"Hey, Hannah," I attempted to sound relaxed.
"Hey, Weirdo." I could tell she hated using my real name. "Time for graduation, isn't it? Excited?"
"Of course, I'm eager to become a recluse."
"Then why are you moving out here for college?" she mused.
"Not for a while. I don't want to leave my room until then. I just wish I didn't have to live in the dorms. Too many people."
"So you don't want to come visit your favorite sister and brother-in-law ahead of time?" she questioned.
"Well, they didn't really invite me, did they?"
With a resigned sigh, she shared a secret. "Just thought I'd let you know. Genna got us tickets for all three of us to see Disturbed in a few weeks. Sure you still like them?"
Instant excitement coursed through me, and I enthusiastically responded, "Absolutely."
"Awesome. Mom has already booked your train ticket."
Although my sister was ten years older and moved out when I was still a child, we didn't maintain a close sibling relationship. We mostly connected when necessary. However, she knew my affinity for train rides. I could spend hours staring out the window, enjoying the view and watching people. With five states separating us, there would be ample time for both. If the scenery didn't hold my interest, I could indulge in watching others. If all else failed, I could use my laptop and the train's Wi-Fi.
Before I could come up with a reason not to go, she made it clear. "I've got an appointment with the doctor. I'll see you after graduation. Love you, Larry."
She quickly hung up, and her face vanished from my screen. It took me several minutes to realize that she had used my genuine name for the first time in what felt like ages.
The Train Journey
Fully prepared for a 24-hour trip, I placed my belongings in the compact sleeping compartment. The small space featured a blood-red seat, resembling a loveseat but less comfortable. Adjacent to it, there was a table with peeling fake woodgrain, bolted to the wall opposite the door. It seemed ready to fold into the lower wall. Suspended above the window, a fold-down twin-sized bed hung. The view from the window was hindered by a darker tint, meant to minimize sunlight for people trying to sleep during the day and to provide privacy. Since I couldn't enjoy a scenic view, I secured a booth near a window in the dining car.
The bustling train station platform stretched on in both directions. Passengers scrambled back and forth, either boarding or disembarking from trains to reach their destinations. Scattered throughout the crowd, groups of friends, couples, and families bid farewell to one another.
A youthful guy, roughly around 20 years old, passionately embraced and kissed a girl several years younger than him. Both of them were good-looking individuals. His muscular physique bulged at the sleeves of his shirt, showcasing his well-defined chest that would make any superhero jealous. Although the woman in his arms seemed like an athlete with a lean figure, she looked petite compared to his 6 feet 6 inches of height. She couldn't have been taller than 5 feet and a few inches and at most weighed 120 pounds, though I guessed she weighed a little less. Once he broke their embrace, he grabbed the hand of a shorter, slightly pudgy girl, also around the same age, standing next to them. Both hurried towards the train door.
The train's horn blared and with a gentle jerk, the train slowly moved away from the station as if trying to nonchalantly escape. I began my first leg of the journey. According to the train schedule, it would take roughly an hour until the next stop. The scenery outside seem to be moving faster and faster. The colors next to the window merged into a blend of greens, yellows, blues, and whites. Landmarks further back appeared and vanished rapidly.
Just as the train reached its maximum speed, a movement in the aisle caught my attention, enticing me to look. A blonde girl around my age, the girl from the platform, was strolling towards me. She wore a thin, white spaghetti-strap top that had been converted into a crop top, showcasing her small, modest-sized boobs. Her midriff was exposed due to the bottom band of her sports bra being positioned lower than the top. Her stomach was flat and toned. I traced the lines of her muscles down to the edge of her royal blue spandex shorts, which tightened to create a graphic representation of her lips. As she passed by, I couldn't help but stare, captivated. As she moved away, I tried to get a peek of her behind as I turned my head to the side. A rewarding view of her round, plump buttocks filled the back of the shorts.
A bulge began to form in my pants as blood filled my crotch. I couldn't help myself. When she turned and walked away, I turned sideways and tried to follow her progression across the car. The back of the seat behind me obstructed my view, so I leaned out into the aisle. Leaning further, a knee covered in ripped jeans was mere inches from my face. The slightly chubby girl, wearing a tight-fitting orange t-shirt, stood over me, shaking her head apologetically. She seemed to weigh around the same as her friend, yet she appeared less athletic with a little more softness in her stomach and fullness in her chest. I apologized and stepped back to let her pass.
In an attempt to conceal my bulging crotch, I crossed my arms over my lap. Suddenly, my phone in my pocket started vibrating. My erect penis twitched. Reaching into my pocket, I read a text from Hannah.
Have a great trip.
A picture attached showed her and Genna on a beach. Both of them were flashing the sign language hand signal for 'I love you'.
Hannah, wearing a light green bikini, had a tan, making her skin glisten with sweat. It dawned on me that my friends found her attractive. Hannah was about an inch shorter than me, around 5'10, probably still weighing around 115 pounds. Although she didn't have the athletic build, her stomach remained flat.
Genna was beside her, 6 inches shorter and around 20 or 30 pounds lighter. Despite her petite size, her breasts were a remarkable B-cup, perky and well-supported on her chest. She too had a tan, her sunbaked skin catching my attention. Another microscopic, hot pink bikini inadequately covered her body. A slight peek of her right areola was visible from the edge of the top's fabric.
They were the perfect couple. Hannah was a photographer and Genna was a model. They had met during a photoshoot somewhere. We had no idea they were dating until months later when Hannah brought Genna home.
Initially, I was surprised to see Genna Gavrilova in front of me. This was the girl I had fantasized about for thousands of times. A poster of the blonde beauty in a g-string, shielding her breasts, hung on my bedroom wall, which she autographed during their visit.
One night, we all visited a restaurant to have a meal. Midsession, Hannah and Genna announced their engagement. When I learned that she and my sister were tying the knot, the shock caused my heart to skipbeat. I would soon be spending more time with her.
My imagination conjured up a vision of Genna, which sent a tingling sensation through my body, causing my already strained erection to reach its full potential. I desperately tried to hide it as I strolled towards my sleeper compartment.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the athletic girl from earlier. Her back was turned as she conversed with the girl I tripped over. The sight of her toned, muscular backside sent my heart racing. I couldn't help but stare at her sultry curves, admiring her from ankles to neck. My salivary glands were working overtime, and I craved to touch her.
A sharp side-to-side jerk of the train caused me to let go of hiding my erection and grasp the walls. The athletic girl had lost her balance and fallen into her friend, but that wasn't the reason for their collision. I noticed how her hand had softly caressed her friend's chest, attempting to pull her bra down to unveil the girl's breasts. Watching them kiss and intertwine their tongues, my eyes caught sight of the friend's gaze, which was fixed on me. Without realizing I was caught, she gently shoved the athletic girl backwards and pointed at me. They both turned to glare at me.
Breathlessly, I watched as the girl in orange adjusted her top, adjusting her bra. After a brief moment, they took notice of the bulge in my pants. Their mirthful gazes widened.
"U...u...sorry," I muttered, trying my best not to look ashamed. "Just going to my bunk." I pointed to my door. I quickly exited my compartment and peered back through the opening just in time to observe them enter an alcove.
The girls were hungrily devouring each other once again. This time, the athletic girl's shirt had been removed, showing off her black sports bra, the bottom hem of her breasts on full display. Her friend's shirt had been yanked up, exposing her orange bra and giving full view of her ample breasts. After a short while, the athletic girl trailed her lips down the girl's neck and moved her mouth towards her friend's nipple. She flicked her tongue over the firm peak like a cat enjoys its nip.
My own hand instinctively rubbed together while I was standing there.
"Oh my gosh," said the breathy voice of the girl in orange.
Suddenly, they stopped, and her friend pulled her shirt down. I dived back into my compartment, hoping they hadn't seen me. However, I heard the door separating our cars open, followed by a voice in the distance. Taking this as a clear indication to return to my bunk, I made my way back.
Once inside, I sat on the loveseat, unbuckling my pants and loosening my zipper. Dropping my trousers and briefs, my erection reared up. I scrolled through my phone until I couldn't see Hannah's face anymore, hiding it in a photo. I then wrapped my right hand around the rock-hard flesh, sliding it up and down the length. Images of Genna's breasts flashed into my mind, accompanied by thoughts of kissing them, sucking on her nipples, and more. Every so often, visions of the athletic girl's butt would pop into my head.
As I played with myself, I heard the door to my compartment slide open. I hastily tried to grab something to cover up, but nothing was within reach. I quickly pulled down my shirt to cover my erection and held it in place. The athletic girl and her friend stormed in, slamming the door shut.
"Excuse me," Sarah said innocently. "We don't have a bunk. In fact, we were just about to get caught."
Stunned, I sat there, clutching my shirt over my erection, staring at Sarah's sensual behind. They both turned around to face me.
"Look at this," Sarah said, tugging my shirt upwards.
I desperately tried to grab onto the hem, but she swiftly pushed it out of my grasp. Her hand cupped my penis, much to my embarrassment. Both girls stared, open-mouthed. I grabbed hold of my erection, trying to hide it beneath my palm.
"It's not particularly long. Would you say...six or six and a half inches?" Sarah asked her friend.
My heart sank as Candice nodded silently, eyes glued on me, obvious discomfort etched on her face.
"Would you mind?" Sarah asked, standing and outstretching her hand. I reluctantly gave her my phone.
The girls stepped towards me, both peering closely at the screen and laughing playfully. As they walked towards me, Sarah opened her shirt, unclipping her bra and letting it dangle beneath her armpits. Candice did the same, releasing her bra from her breasts. Their eyes were fixed on my erect organ.
Without hesitation, Sarah grabbed my penis and stroked it. Holding it as if caressing her own, she chuckled. "You sure know how to take care of yourselves, don't you?"
Oh my gosh, it's huge!" Sarah exclaimed with awe. "It could tear a girl wide apart." Candice remained silent. Sarah guided Candice to the bench facing me and instructed, "Keep doing what you're doing. Pretend we're not here."
I remained seated, anxiously holding myself. Candice remained staring at the flesh enveloping my hands. Sarah leant over and whispered into Candice's ear.
"Do you think he needs some motivation?" Sarah questioned me. She reached over and gently rubbed Candice through her shirt. I felt nervous. "Is that not working for you?" Sarah asked. With a faucet-like motion, she slid the hem of Candice's shirt higher, revealing her braless chest. Her perky C-cup breasts hung downward to her upper abdomen. Her large, delicate rose-pink areolas, each tipped with a firm nipple, adorned the lower edge of each mound. Sarah leaned forward and sucked on Candice's left areola.
Pulling back from the nipple, she glanced at me and politely asked, "Do you like these big tits?" I affirmed with a nod. "Well, they're mine. If you want to keep seeing them, you'd better start stroking your thick cock."
Changing my hold on my shaft, I gave it another smooth glide up and down. I watched Sarah jiggle Candice's breasts for my pleasure before pleasuring her again. Candice unbuckled her jeans, slipped them down, and her panties off. Her hairless center became visible. Going without panties, Sarah's hand eagerly slid herself over Candice's stomach and between her legs. Opening her legs wider, she displayed a bald vagina, and Sarah's index finger slid through her puffy lips.
Faster, I rubbed myself harder. I experienced a building pressure in my thighs and at the root of my dick. Sarah looked teasing, glancing now and then at her task, likely recognizing I was nearing climax. "I'm not ready yet," she commanded, making me release what held me.
I watched Sarah take off her sports bra, revealing her smaller chest. Her breasts didn't hang low but bounced outward in an almost stiff way. Her full areolas circled the entire upper surface of her breasts. Increasing her wiggling, she peeled her Lycra shorts down. Similar to Candice, she wore nothing underneath the material. Her smooth pussy resembled one seamlessly shaved.
Kneeling down between my legs, joyfully bending down, Sarah viewed my entire erection. I felt her warm breath on me. I needed to suppress myself from finishing with this brief arousal.
"Wow, what a big penis," Sarah mentioned.
"Mmm-hmm," Candice affirmed with a moan as her finger swirled faster. Her eyelids fluttered closed, her face reddening with lust. Her breasts shook rhythmic with the motion of her arm. Pressing her fingers into her breast, she tweaked each nipple. The intensity of her moan increased along with the contraction of her body. "Ugh."
"Fuck!" Sarah swore. I was so focused on the spectacle that I missed Candice's orgasm.
Sarah stood up in front of Candice's body, her legs spread wide. I observed her pussy slightly opening. As she bent over, she licked the moisture between Candice's thighs. Candice's body jerked each time her tongue ran over her clit. Groaning, Sarah murmured, "Carry on, young man."
I didn't ponder if her direction applied to masturbation. I wrapped my hand around my throbbing member and pummeled it fast. Sarah delved her hand between her thighs and stroked herself. After rubbing it a couple of times, she grabbed Candice's hand to rub her clit. Candice groaned louder and relaxed after Sarah exited her body. Sarah rubbed her fingers together, lingering, and then took the same two into herself. While the girls watched, I observed Sarah's fingers penetrating herself, stretching entry. She shook her head, moaning, "That feels good," [
Seeing her fingers in and hearing her moans was just too much for me. I couldn't hold back any longer and exploded in an orgasm, shooting creamy white cum out of my throbbing penis. I watched as the jizz flew through the air and landed on her exploring hand. Sarah slightly jerked in reaction, and then her whole body started to shake, and she let out a loud scream of pleasure.
Suddenly, I opened my eyes to find that the compartment was empty. I still held my limp member in my hand. Cum was still oozing out of the head and dripping down my hand. Using the paper towel I had in my pocket, I wiped away the leftover cum. I then stood up, pulled on my boxers and jeans, and properly secured them back in place. When I reclaimed my seat in the dining car, it was right before our first stop of the trip.
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