My parents both came from large families, with my mother being one of 5. On her side alone, including all my cousins we had a large family of some 25 people, and despite being spread out across the UK and beyond, we were all extremely close, often coming together during the year to meet up for special family events, Christmas, etc. This in particular allowed me to grow a close bond with some of my cousins that were of a similar age.
Now in my early 30's and part of the rat race of Financial bankers, I did a lot of traveling up and down to London with work. Taking the overnight sleeper train from Edinburgh to London, which was reasonably priced and surprisingly comfortable, particular in the 'plush' Caledonian Double rooms that is, was a regular occurrence.
My cousin Fiona had grown up outside of London and I'd run out of excuses not to visit her and her husband Ben, both of whom had invited me to stay with them on several occasions over the years. Fiona and I were closest in age and this had allowed us to grow a close bond throughout our childhood and adolescent upbringings. Not only did we get on well - she always laughed or scoffed (with a smile) at my awful jokes or innuendos - but she was an absolute knockout; long blonde hair, blue eyes, about 5 foot 7, and a thin yet shapely body with beautiful breasts, which I'd guessed were a lovely C cup.
Yes, I knew she was my cousin, but I was a young man and I always told myself, 'why shouldn't I have a sneaky peak at a beautiful woman like that'? Well, that's what I would tell myself when the post-masturbation shame kicked in. Over the years I'd almost ripped my cock off to her whilst dreaming of performing various rampant incestuous acts; sad I know, but still, they extremely satisfying too.
Back to reality... my extended family had organised for us all to gather at a large country home for the weekend, which had been hired out for 4 days. It was intended to be a special occasion to celebrate my Aunt Karin and Uncle John's 30th wedding anniversary, but it was also just a good excuse for us all to spend some quality time together and party.
Fiona's husband Ben was unable to make the family get together, so instead Fiona and I decided that we could use the time to travel up to Scotland together, catching the overnight sleeper service and then drive up in my car that I'd leave at a nearby long-term car park.
As the time neared it was fair to say we were both getting pretty excited about catching up. We'd never actually had an opportunity to just hang out together for an extended period without other family members being around, so even though we were both adults, it felt kind of exciting in a strange, youthful kind of way to be spending so much time together.
Via a messaging app, Fiona contacted me 2 days before the trip:
"Hey Stuart, hope work is going ok? Can't wait to catch with you this weekend!"
"Hey Fiona, yeah work is, well, busy! Although the long weekend ahead and spending some quality time with you and all the family are keeping me going -:)"
"Yeah I can't wait too." Fiona remarked.
There was a 2-3 minute gap in between her next message, but I could see she was, "...", busy typing.
Ping, as the sound of her next message arrived. "I need to ask you for BIG favour!"
"I'll buy extra booze for the train journey, don't worry!"
":-) I see you've not lost your wonderful sense of humour! Seriously though, I'm in a bit of trouble... there's no single rooms left on the sleeper train on Thursday night! I'm so stupid for leaving it this late to get a ticket."
I quickly jumped onto the train website to check out the situation. 'What's she talking about, there's still single bedrooms available,' I thought to myself.
Before I could revert, Fiona's next message arrived. "I know Ben would never approve of this, but I was wondering whether you'd mind if I just bunked in with you on the journey up?"
I was stunned. Sexy Fiona, my cousin, is actually asking if she can share a bed with me on Thursday night! 'Hell yeah!' I thought for a moment, more with my dick than my head if I'm honest, then replied, "I really don't want to cause any problems with Ben, but of course I'm here for you. I've got a nice double room with en-suite as usual so there should be enough space. Besides, my work have already paid for the room, so..." I felt it was a warm but light hearted response, so I pressed send.
"Thanks Stuart, I really appreciate it. Let's just keep this as our little secret though. Fxx."
Back at my hotel that evening I re-read all the messages whilst waiting for my dinner to arrive in the hotel restaurant.
Under the table my cock strained against my work trousers. I put my hand down to gently, and hopefully innocuously, give my firm rod a tantalizing squeeze, yet just as I did the cute young waitress came over and handed me my Caesar Salad (my poor attempt at being healthy). After glancing down at my hand, our eyes caught and she gave me a cheeky grin, "Enjoy your meal sir!"
Caught red handed, literally. 'Get a grip of yourself man, and not of your cock you dirty creep,' I muttered to myself as I picked up my knife and fork.
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To say work dragged on over the next couple of days was an understatement. I was somehow productive nonetheless and soon I was making my way to a restaurant near London's Euston Train Station, where Fiona and I had arranged to meet.
"Stuart!"
"Hey Fee! How are you?"
Like long lost friends we chatted ferociously as we gobbled down a quick pizza and shared a bottle of wine, before heading for our train and getting settled for the night.
Once on board and seeing the room we'd be sharing, the cramped space re-asserted my feelings towards the intimacy of the evening I'd be spending with my cousin. I could tell Fiona was feeling it too as the atmosphere became a little tense and conversation screeched to a halt.
Finally Fiona broke the ice, "Fancy a nightcap before we head to bed?"
"Definitely!" I responded, sounding a bit too keen for a stiff drink to settle my obvious nerves.
We found the restaurant / drinks carriage and took our seats just as the train pulled off out of the station, homeward bound to Bonny Scotland.
Fiona and I had a couple of drinks, then one more for the road. We started chatting about old times, reminiscing about funny stories of our drunken aunts and uncles at various family events over the years. We were probably starting to annoy the other passengers as we were giggling like little school kids whilst stating profusely how we'd never do anything like that!
We quietly departed up the train corridors and re-entered our room for the night.
"I'll pop into the ensuite and change into my nightwear first, if that's ok with you?"
"Sure Fiona," I said with a smile, but warning, "The ensuite is absolutely tiny though so good luck with that!"
As she smiled back, I remembered just how incredibly good looking she was. Ben was certainly a lucky man, I thought to myself.
As I opened my small, compact suitcase and fished out my toilet bag, it struck me again just how unprepared I was for sharing a bed with my cousin. Obviously I hadn't planned any of this, and as I usually slept naked I'd only packed work clothes, and didn't even have a spare t-shirt I could wear. I would need to sleep in my boxer shorts (underwear), which I didn't think was a big problem really, but I'd liked to have at least worn a t-shirt if I'd planned things properly.
I undressed quickly and cleared my things away, and just as I sat down on the edge of the bed waiting for the bathroom to become free, the door slid open and Fiona stepped out.
