Siblings on a Train

by Shelby Horne

  Siblings on a Train

  Published by Shelby Horne at Smashwords

  Copyright 2018 Shelby Horne

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  Adelaide Whately stood on the platform, holding her bag to her chest. She looked around, taking stock one last time of the Philadelphia landscape. With any luck, she would never see it again.

  The city itself wasn't so bad, she had to admit. She'd even had some lovely times there, with her friends. But not with her family. All the while she was growing up, her father, Horace Whately, had been a total tyrant. He ran the house with an iron fist, terrorizing everyone who lived there when he wasn't catatonic from drinking. She was sure his anger had driven her mother into an early grave, five years ago, meaning that Adelaide had needed to be the woman of the house ever since. It was a cruel life, having to run around at the old drunkard's every whim, cooking and cleaning and trying to be everything her late mother should have been. ...Well, almost everything. Many times, Adelaide was glad that her father's alcoholism had made it so that he was basically impotent, and he never tried to get her into his bed. Though sometimes she saw the look in his eyes and knew that if his cock had worked, he would have tried.

  But he couldn't try now. He was dead, and the house was sold, and she was ready to leave.

  "I can't stay," she explained to her older brother, Oliver "Ollie" Whately .

  "But where will you go?" he asked.

  "St. Louis," she answered. "I know a woman who got work out there as a secretary. Now that the railroad meets in the middle of the country, and the war between the states is over, there's lots of work to be had."

  Ollie sighed, unhappy. It was 1869 and the pace of the modern world was changing, but he still felt his sister was too liberated. "It's not proper for a lady to travel like that, or to live alone," he said.

  "I can't stay," she told him again. "There are too many memories. I need a fresh, clean start, and I think St. Louis will be the place to do that."

  He tried to make her stay, begged and pleaded with her, but she had made her mind up and she was stubborn. So Ollie did the last thing he knew how to do to possibly change her mind. "I'm going to go with you," he said. "As your chaperone. It's the only way I'll allow it."

  Adelaide sighed, but she gave in. Ollie had always been as protective of her as he could, even though he too was terrorized by their horrible father. He was gentle at heart, though, and had only her best intentions in mind, so she agreed.

  Which was why she was standing alone on the platform as he walked up behind her. "They're loading the luggage onto the train," Ollie explained to her. "The train before this one broke down and had to be repaired, so they're putting all those passengers on this one. It's going to be a very full ride, at least for the next few stops."

  Looking around, Adelaide did notice that there were certainly a lot of people there. She had never been on a train to St. Louis before, though, so she didn't know what to expect. "Is this going to be a problem?" she asked.

  "There shouldn't be a problem," Ollie said.

  But in fact, there was. The single train was now trying to deal with two full trains worth of passengers, and honoring all the reservations that had been made as best as it could. However, what that meant for the siblings was that because they were only traveling as a family of two, the railroad couldn't manage to give them the larger private car they'd reserved. Adelaide had asked specifically for one with two beds, one for her and one for her brother. However, those cars had been given to families that were traveling with five or even six members, many of them children. The best the porter could offer them was a very small room, one with only a single bed.

  "We can wait for the next train," Ollie offered. "It'll be by tomorrow. I'm sure they'll have some coaches free."

  Adelaide shook her head, though. She was ready to go, and she didn't want to stop because she was afraid she might chicken out if the did. Her mind was made up and she was going to stick to it. "It's fine," she said at last. "Please, let's just leave. If we have to, we'll figure it out at the next stop when many people get off."

  So together, the siblings boarded the train. Adelaide was a little distressed by it, but she decided to focus on the positive parts of leaving her horrible hometown, and not on the negative parts of how close their quarters were going to be.

  It was strange to think, though, that they'd never been made to live this close before. Their father had been a horrible drunk and a mean parent, but he was also a shrewd businessman who left them with a tidy sum of inheritance. Part of why the house had sold for so much on top of it was because it was a very large house, even for the area where they lived. Adelaide and Ollie each had not only their own rooms, but their own bathrooms, on almost opposite sides of the house from one another. Adelaide suspected that was part of their father's plan, to isolate her so that he could have her during the night. Fortunately, it had never come to that, but she slept every night with her door locked anyway and didn't dare sneak out after the family went to bed. She had no idea what Ollie got up to at night.

  In fact, Adelaide had never had much of a social life at all. She had a few female friends who went shopping with her during the day and took her to tea, but they were rare and her father didn't like her leaving the house. And especially he didn't like her talking to men. Any men that came courting or asking about her, her father scared them off with his horrible temper and told them that they had no business speaking to his little girl like that. Even after she reached an adult age, where she was certainly not a little girl anymore, her father wouldn't hear of it.

  That was part of why Adelaide wanted to go to St. Louis. All the eligible young men in Philadelphia had been scared away from her! She wanted to go to a place and find a husband that had never even met her father, much less be yelled by him.

  Because of this isolation she had endured, though, Ollie was essentially all Adelaide knew in terms of what young men were like. He was very caring and attentive, and she knew that he was certainly handsome. Her girlfriends talked about his dark eyes and charming smile, as they giggled and wondered what woman he would choose for a wife. But just like Adelaide, Ollie had no marriage prospects. She suspected that he didn't bring women home because he didn't want them to be subjected to his father's rages. So he threw himself into work and work alone, as far as she knew. Sometimes when he came home at night, she took off his coat and his shoes, and brought him some tea very much like she imagined a loving wife would do for her husband. He was a good man, and Adelaide hoped that someday he would make a young woman very happy.

  Adelaide herself was worried about the idea of marriage, because she didn't know a lot of things. Her mother had died before giving Adelaide any sort of proper instruction on what men were like and how to please them, and Adelaide could only learn so much from her gossiping friends. She wasn't ignorant, of course, and she understood the basics. But the whole idea of sex seemed terrible to her. Someone was going to take a penis and place it inside her? How could that possibly work? It just seemed dreadful. She knew she would have to endure it someday, if she wanted to be married and have children, but the idea scared her.

  As the train started moving, Adelaide sighed. "I'm going to lie down for a moment, my head hurts," she said. She removed her shoes and unlaced her corset so she would be more comfortable, but otherwise stayed dressed.

  "Of course," said her brother, helping her pull out the small car's sofa into a bed.
It wasn't a large bed, but it would fit the two of them well enough. "I may go explore the train and try to talk to a conductor again, see when we might be able to move into one of the larger cars."

  Adelaide nodded and closed her eyes, falling into a deep and relaxed sleep as the train pulled out of Philadelphia for good.

  She wasn't sure what awoke her, but it was still light outside when her eyes opened. And what a sight she saw!

  It seemed that her brother had left the cabin as promised and walked around. But now he was back and he was changing his clothes, probably into something more appropriate for dinner. Except right now, as he rummaged through his suitcase, he was totally naked.

  Adelaide snapped her eyes shut and kept her breathing regular. She would just pretend she was asleep and he would get dressed, and neither of them would ever notice.

  Yet she opened her eyes just a crack, trying to keep them all but shut. Her curiosity wouldn't let her look away.

  There was a penis, of course, right there at the bottom of Ollie's torso. It wasn't the mean, terrifying thing that she heard awful stories about, though. It looked soft and friendly, almost like it was asleep. Adelaide had the wild thought that she'd like to touch it, to see how warm and soft it actually was. It was terrible, of course, to have these thoughts about her brother, but Adelaide justified it by saying that she wasn't really thinking about her brother, not really. She was just a young woman with... with curiosities about anatomy. That was it. And how could she pass up an opportunity to learn?

  He put one of their suitcases on a high rack, stretching so that she could see his whole handsome, muscled body. He was lean, but strong, and Adelaide found herself wondering if the rest of him would be as soft and warm as his penis was. She also found herself wondering how his skin would smell and taste that close. He was a very clean man who prided himself on his proper appearance. She liked the smell of his aftershave. But she wondered also what he would smell like without the aftershave.

  When Ollie turned back so that he was facing his sister, Adelaide grew very still. She didn't want to move and give away the fact that she wasn't asleep. She expected that Ollie would start to get dressed again soon, and when he did, she could pretend that she was just waking up and everything would be okay.

  He didn't move, though. He stayed right there, and Adelaide actually saw that soft, loose penis begin to grow a lot less loose. In fact, it was stirring in a way she could hardly explain or believe.

  That was when Adelaide realized that one of her breasts had fallen out of her dress.

  Without the corset to hold it together, the dress had come loose and the neckline had slipped very low. In her sleep, she must have tossed and turned so that the fabric pulled away. She had tremendously large breasts, Adelaide knew that, so large that sometimes she had trouble finding dresses that fit her above the waist. Even her corsets were often specialty made. But now she was lying on her side, with her dress pulled back and one of her nipples completely exposed.

  And Ollie was staring at her!

  He was staring at her and he was getting hard!

  Adelaide tried to reason this away just like she tried to reason away staring at her brother's penis. They were young and they were curious! There was no crime in wondering what the opposite sex's body was interested in doing. It was just healthy, red-blooded curiosity. And it didn't matter for that curiosity that they were related, that they were in fact brother and sister. Bodies would just react how bodies would react, and there was nothing for it.

  Ollie stood there and stared for a long moment, until Adelaide didn't know what was going to happen next. She tried to keep her breathing regular, but her heart was pounding in her chest. And there was a warmth between her legs she had never experienced before. What was happening?

  The train gave a lurch, though, and the spell was broken. Ollie quickly dressed, and Adelaide rolled over on her other side like she was still asleep, letting him regain his dignity. A minute or so later, she yawned and corrected her dress before sitting up. There, she had "woken up" and no one would be the wiser.

  Ollie was all but dressed by then in a fine suit appropriate for dinner. Adelaide smiled at him and tried to focus on his face, and not on this way his trousers were bulging slightly. "Did you have a good nap?" he asked, sounding completely normal.

  Of course, he wasn't bothered by this, because this was completely normal. It was just natural and he didn't have anything to feel strange about, because nothing strange had happened. So she was going to be completely calm about it too. "Yes, thank you," she said, fixing her hair slightly where curls had fallen out of her tight bun.

  "Then I'll get us a table, and you can meet me in the dining car," Ollie said, leaving the cabin so Adelaide could get dressed at her leisure.

  Adelaide did dress, and it was leisurely. She ran her hands over her plump breasts, feeling their weight. She had never really thought about herself as being attractive, much less sexually so. But she knew that there were men out there who preferred women with larger breasts and hips, like she had. So it made sense that Ollie might be one of those. The thought of him looking at her excited her. This was going to be an interesting train ride indeed!

  When she finally finished dressing, it was in a lovely new gown that was a goodbye present from one of her friends. Adelaide thought it would be nice to wear something completely new, and her friend had promised it was the latest style.

  What Adelaide hadn't counted on, though, was how low the neckline was.

  Those plump, heavy breasts of hers were all but completely on display! Her fat, dark nipples were still hidden, of course but the tops were like two pale clouds floating on her chest. She had never worn something this scandalous before, and the idea of it thrilled her! Of course, she was free now, and she could discover how it was that she wanted to be. Maybe she wanted all the men to see her like this, to think of her as a real beauty. Her father was dead now, and she could do it! She could do anything she wanted!

  With confidence, she strode out of her car and down toward the dining car where her brother was waiting for her.

  The moment she walked in, she turned all the heads in the car.

  The only problem was, though, that this dining car was not quite the class of establishment she was used to. Her money and her overprotective father meant that the only places she went to eat before this were high class restaurants and clubs, where men behaved like gentlemen. A dining car was not as bad as a saloon, but it was definitely already a step down from what she was familiar with.

  The overcrowded train, though, meant that there were even more passengers than usual crowded in, many around the bar. And not all of them were the kind of people Adelaide was used to associating with.

  "Damn!" said one man, loud enough to be heard over the din. "Look at the piece that just walked in!"

  "She's a fine filly, I say," said another man who was with the first. Both had heavy New York accents and wore cheap suits. "I'd like to smother myself between those love pillows of hers."

  "And I'd like to get behind and ride her like one of those cowboys we're going to go see!" said the first again. They both cracked up at that, as did their companions around them. They were leering heavily at Adelaide, making her feel so exposed she almost wondered if she was actually completely naked. Her heart began to pound and she swallowed hard. She looked around, but didn't see Ollie anywhere. Wasn't he going to get one of the booths? Had she come to the wrong place? She felt so alone.

  The two men and two of their friends got up from the bar and walked over, looking like a pack of wolves. "What's a young woman like you doing alone on a train like this?" asked the third man. "Do you need a chaperone?"

  "I'll keep an eye on you," said the fourth. "In fact, between us we've got eight eyes to keep on you. And we'd like to keep them on your body, if you know what we mean."

  "We could make you real comfortable on the ride," said the second man. "I've got something to sit on right here. It's nice and stiff. Go
od for your back."

  "And when his goes away, I've got another one!" laughed the fourth man, cracking them all up.

  Adelaide could barely move. Her back was up against the door and she felt utterly trapped. Why was no one doing anything to help? No, they were all caught up in their own business, eating and talking and trying to move around the crowded car. She could scream, she knew, but she didn't want to make a scene. What could she do?

  "Just leave me alone," she said at last. That made the four men laugh even harder, and one reached for her arm.

  Before he could get there, though, a tall, strong body stepped between her and the four men. "You leave my wife alone," said Ollie, glaring at them all.

  Faced with this challenge, the four men backed down. "Didn't mean anything by it," said the first man, trying to keep up the laughter as the four slunk back toward the bar. "We were just having fun with the nice lady. Wanted to show her a good time."

  "Well, don't," Ollie said, giving them a hard look that showed he didn't think it was a joke at all. When they were back far enough, he extended his arm to Adelaide. Gratefully, she took it, and he led her over to a table she hadn't seen earlier on the other side of the car.

  Relieved, she sank into one of the padded booth seats. "Wife?" she whispered as soon as they were settled.

  Ollie looked sheepish. "Sorry," he apologized as he leaned in across the table. "It's just..."

  "Just what?" asked Adelaide, still confused.

  "I've know men like that," Ollie continued. "I've had to deal with them before, and they're just horrible louts. They won't stop until they get what they want. If I'd said you were my sister, they would still be yelling. Asking me to lend them to you, or maybe offering me to buy a night with you. But if we're married..."

  "If we're married," Adelaide continued after a moment's thought, catching on to her brother's ruse, "I'm already spoken for."

  "And I'm well within my rights to shoot them!" said Ollie confidently. "That is, if I had a gun."