Thrusting on the train

"Next time, when you're a little older, okay?" she would always say to me with a smile. I never thought Mom and Auntie were twins because they never wore the same clothes, their hairstyles were never the same, and Auntie had beautiful blonde hair. Every time I innocently asked why their hair color was different, Dad would always laugh and say, "Look at Auntie's roots, child, her hair isn't really blonde." At that time, I never really understood what Dad meant. I only learned later that women can dye their hair any color they want. In the summer when I was thirteen, Aunt Jill came to visit us again. We hadn't seen her for almost two years because she had been traveling abroad with her husband, who I didn't know was her third or fourth. When we picked her up at the train station, she hugged Mom and Dad warmly, but just stared at me with wide eyes. "My God! You've grown so much!" she said, stretching out her arms for me to hug her. I happily leaned closer, and she warmly embraced me, pressing me against her chest. My breasts were firmly pressed against her cleavage, and my aunt exuded a captivating fragrance. My face remained pressed tightly against her soft breasts for a long time. After my aunt stayed at home for a week, my father went out of town one day. My mother and aunt sat comfortably together in the yard, chatting idly, while I listened attentively to their conversation. That day, my aunt wore a loose cotton dress, and she spoke cheerfully and excitedly about how wild my mother had been in her youth. After we had been in the yard for a long time, my aunt suddenly stood up and stretched. The sunlight made her cotton dress almost transparent. She never wore underwear under her dresses, and my mother always reminded her to wear some underwear to avoid being exposed. After a while, I sat closer to my aunt, hoping to see her more clearly in the sunlight. I think she and my mother noticed what I was doing. Then my aunt got up and said she was going to take a shower. "Little devil, have you seen enough?" she whispered in my ear as she passed by. My face flushed with embarrassment, and I stammered incoherently. She looked at me, smiled, and went inside. Actually, I'd recently become interested in women's bodies and learned how to masturbate. Several times I'd seen Mom come out of the bathroom wrapped only in a towel, and since then I'd tried my best to peek at her body. Whenever I was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her body under her skirt or through her loose top, I'd go to the bathroom and fantasize about her body, then masturbate. That night, I woke up feeling thirsty and needing to urinate, so I got up to go to the toilet. Then I went downstairs to get some ice water from the refrigerator. When I got downstairs, I found Mom and Auntie still chatting and drinking in the yard. Suddenly, I heard them mention my name, so I went closer to hear what they were talking about. "You know what? He tried so hard to see under my clothes today," Auntie said happily to Mom. Mom told Auntie she'd seen me masturbating several times, and I felt ashamed, thinking I'd better go back to sleep. Mom also said she'd often seen me trying to peek under her skirt, and often caught me peeking at her undressing or staring at her spread legs from outside the bathroom. "I think you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" Auntie said to Mom with a laugh. Mom chuckled and admitted she'd deliberately created many opportunities for me, because she wanted to see how I'd react. "Just masturbate in the bathroom, I bet!" Auntie said with a laugh. "That's right, he's going through his adolescence." Mom laughed even harder. On the night before Auntie left, I innocently asked her, just like when I was a child, if I could take the train back with her. This time, the answer was completely unexpected. "Well, your mom and I have already discussed it," she said with a smile. "How do you plan to spend these next few weeks with me?" I couldn't believe Auntie was actually willing to agree to fulfill this wish I'd had since childhood. I turned to Dad and Mom for confirmation. "Little bull, go have fun!" they nodded and smiled at me. I screamed with joy, jumped into my parents' arms, kissed them, and thanked them for letting me do other things instead of having to work as a lawn mower for the neighbors to get through the summer. "I'm going to pack my bags right now!" I shouted happily as I rushed upstairs. The journey began in excitement. We would be on the train for nearly 12 hours, so my aunt always chose the sleeper compartment when taking the train. We waved goodbye to our parents through the window of the ordinary carriage. For the next hour, I stood excitedly by the window, looking out at all sorts of novel things and feeling the speed of the train moving. Then I felt a little tired, so I sat back down and smiled at the auntie who was reading a book. I glanced down and saw that she was sitting with her legs crossed, her skirt pulled up to halfway up her thighs. I felt my penis starting to stir. "Do you like my legs?" the auntie suddenly asked, breaking the silence. "Yes...yes...Auntie, I like them very much." I blushed and shyly turned my head to the window, not daring to look at her. "Actually, I don't mind you looking at me like that," she continued, "Do you like my legs as much as you like your mother's legs?" "I...I don't understand what you mean." I looked up at her in surprise, and realized my penis was bulging even more against my pants. "Your mother talked to me about you...she knows you always try to peek at her naked body and under her skirt." I listened to her continue, pretending I hadn't heard their conversation. She closed her book, turned to me, and slowly opened her crossed legs. My gaze drifted to her thighs beneath her skirt, and I suddenly felt a little breathless. She looked around to make sure no one was coming, then pulled her skirt up about six inches and opened her knees about a foot's width apart. As she spread her legs, I stared intently at her thighs, and finally, I saw her pubic hair. That's when I realized she hadn't been wearing underwear. I stared at it in disbelief. Then she took my hand and placed it on her right thigh, gently stroking it back and forth. She looked around again and whispered, "Touch Aunt Jill's vulva." My hand slowly slid towards her vulva. When my hand reached her pubic hair, Aunt Jill opened her legs even wider. I noticed pink labia on either side of her vulva. As I gently stroked her tender opening, I noticed it was becoming wet. Aunt Jill softly told me to press harder. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand and inserted two fingers into her vagina. She began moving her hips back and forth, while simultaneously moving my fingers in and out of her vagina in the opposite direction. For a 13-year-old boy, all of this was incredibly stimulating and crazy. Just then, someone walked down the corridor. The aunt quickly sat back down and pulled her skirt down, also telling me to hurry back to my seat. After the man passed, she bent down and said to me, "Let's go to the bedroom." She got up, grabbed my hand, and almost ran across the corridor to our bedroom.

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