Craig looked at his watch again for the umpteenth time, "Fucking twenty five minutes late," he muttered to himself, "why is it always the fucking train you're waiting for that's late."
"At last," he said out loud as the announcer spouted the usual drivel about apologising for the delay as the train appeared at the end of the platform, slowly trundling to a halt. Again the tannoy blasted out the company apology, this time to say that the train had broken down and that only half of it was adjacent to the platform, it would take some time to get all the passengers off.
"Oh for fuck's sake," he said out loud, drawing a disapproving glare from a middle aged woman standing next to him. He turned to her, giving her one of his baby boy smiles as he apologised for his language.
"Nothing l haven't heard before," she replied, instantly won over by his good looks and winning smile. She made not secret of the fact she was looking him over and liked what she saw.
Craig was noticing her for the first time, in her forties, very attractive, her full breasts pushing against the thin fabric of her summer dress. He was tempted to ask if she fancied stepping behind the row of vending machines for a quickie up against the wall. From the way she was looking at him he guessed he might get a favourable response. She smiled at him again, her eyes travelling down his body, down as far as the promising bulge in his summer shorts.
Craig was suddenly distracted by the commotion on the platform, a group of passengers had finally got off the train and were walking towards them. Craig could hear a shrill, female voice calling out, a hand waving in the air, the occasional glimpse of blonde curls on a head that was bobbing up and down. There was no mistaking who it was even before the crowd parted and the girl burst into view.
"Oh fuck," Craig said to himself, instantly feeling the reaction in his cock to the vision running down the platform.
A five foot six bundle of energy, her blonde curls bouncing around that perfect face. But it wasn't the bouncing curls that Craig and every other man was looking at. It was those bouncing tits.
Dressed only in a tiny pair of shorts that looked like they'd been painted on and a thin, cropped t-shirt that was threatening at any moment to ride up and reveal those perfect tits as she ran.
Craig couldn't remember the first time he'd masturbated while thinking about those tits, he could probably fill a bucket with the cum he'd spilled. As he looked at them now he could feel his erection growing, he mentally tried to fight against it as he felt it beginning to push against the front of his shorts.
"Your girlfriend?" the woman next to him said, making no secret that she was eyeing the bulge in his shorts, "lucky girl."
"Er, yes," he lied, he could hardly tell this complete stranger that it was his twin sister that was giving him a hard-on.
It was like some romantic movie scene as Penny finally reached him, dropping her tiny rucksack and leaping at him, flinging her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as she smothered him with kisses. She pulled her face away from him as she felt the hardness of him between them.
"Oh, you feel pleased to see me," she giggled, shamelessly grinding herself against his cock, "should l get down and show the world what you think of your little sister."
"Don't you dare," he whispered, wondering how he was going to cover up the tent pole in the front of his shorts.
Finally she put her feet down and, staying pressed against him, managed to bend down and reach her rucksack. "Here," she said, passing it to him, "hold that in front of you."
They separated, Craig doing his best to cover himself as they turned to make their way to the taxis. The woman next to them was still waiting for whoever it was she was waiting for, she smiled at them and bent forward to whisper in Penny's ear.
As they walked through the lobby, Craig asked a Penny what the woman had said.
"She said it looked like l was in for a busy afternoon and that she wished she could join us," Penny replied giving him a kiss on the cheek as she took hold of his arm, pressing herself against him. "You are going to fuck me this time aren't you?"
"Penny!" he exclaimed.
"Oh come on Craig," she replied, "l've waited a whole year, l had it all planned last year for our eighteenth birthday and then you cleared off on that stupid camping trip with Paul and those two tarts, l bet you fucked them silly while all l could do was sit at home playing with myself."
They reached the taxi rank and climbed into the first one, Craig giving the driver the address of his flat.
"Penny," he said, deliberately keeping the volume of his voice down, "you're my baby sister."
"Oh pfff," she replied, "we're adults now, nobody cares about those sort of things these days, two of my mates have been fucking their brothers for ages, l feel like a right lemon when l can't swap stories with them. Ann Hodges would give anything to get you between her thighs, l bet you'd fuck her wouldn't you?"
"Oh yes please," he replied, trying to lighten the mood, "those big jelly tits of hers, l bet she gets black eyes when she runs."
"Pig!" she said, giving him a playful punch on his chest. Then putting her arms round his neck and kissing him, plunging her tongue into his willing mouth. She took one of his hands, guiding it under her top to her breast.
"Penny," he protested, keeping hold of her breast, rolling the hard, rubbery nipple with his thumb, "we're in a taxi for fuck's sake."
"You don't mind do you driver?" she spoke to the pair of smiling eyes in the rear view mirror.