The Noisy Boxcar

THE NOISY BOXCAR

If you don't like stories featuring minors, this isn't the fic for you. Any criticism is welcome otherwise.

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It was a viciously hot August night in Greenfield, Connecticut. Violet had gone to bed hours ago, but, because of the heat, hadn't been able to sleep at all. Her bedclothes lay on the floor in a heap, having been discarded near the beginning of the night, and Violet turned and tossed, trying to find any position comfortable enough to let her drift off. Finally, Violet abandoned her attempts, sighing. Maybe some water and a walk in the yard would help her get to sleep.

Violet padded down the dark hallway, doing her best not to wake anybody. The large, opulent home belonging to her Grandfather was completely dark and silent, and her footsteps on the carpet seemed to be amplified by the night. She descended the staircase -- skipping the creaky fifth step -- and made her way into the kitchen, yawning.

The cold water felt good against her parched throat. Violet rinsed her glass out and put it back into the cabinet, then made her way to the back door. She slipped out of the house, carefully closing the door silently behind her. As she stepped onto the grass, a mercifully cool breeze blew past her and through her thin nightgown. Her nipples hardened instantly, and she could feel them rubbing against the cotton dress, a not entirely unpleasant feeling.

After tracing a winding path through the yard, Violet's feet inevitably brought her to the boxcar that had been the locus of so many of her family's early adventures. Tonight, though, something was slightly odd. Heavy breathing was clearly audible coming from the car, which had before been masked by the sounds of the night. Violet crept to the door, which was slightly ajar, and peeked in.

There sat Henry, shirtless, illuminated by moonlight through the windows, clutching his penis. Violet had seen a penis before, of course -- Benny had a fondness for running around naked after his baths -- but never like this. Where Benny's penis was tiny and soft, Henry's was massive and solid, probably about as long as the span of Violet's hand. Henry was pumping it with his fist, breathing hard with every thrust. Violet felt a strange tingling in her own crotch as she watched Henry go at it, and, against her will, gasped softly.

Henry stopped immediately, his eyes snapping open and fixing on Violet's. She shrank back, afraid. "Oh no," Henry exclaimed, stuffing his penis back into his pants. "Uh, Violet, I can explain that. It was just, um..."

Realizing she probably wasn't going to get into trouble, Violet opened the door and climbed into the boxcar. "What were you doing?" she asked softly. "It looked like it felt good."

"Well, you see, Violet, it's just, well..." Henry looked to be at a loss. "You remember when we went down to that farm to help breed animals?"

Violet blushed. She knew what he was getting at. "Yes."

"Well, people do the same thing," Henry said. "To have babies, that is. But it feels nice, so sometimes people do it by themselves."

"Does it feel as good to... do it by yourself?" Violet asked shyly. She was starting to get very curious about how that penis felt.

"No, but... sometimes, you just don't have anybody to do it with," Henry said. He felt his dick start to shift. His sister's precocious questioning was making him hard again.

Violet noticed the movement in his pants. "Can... Can I try?" she asked, blushing a deep crimson.

Henry tried to speak a few times before finding his voice. "Sure, Violet," he said at last. He unzipped his jeans and slipped them and his boxers off. Violet, bashful but eager to please, followed suit, quickly stripping off her nightgown and slipping her small panties over her legs and off her feet. She folded her clothes neatly and put them in the corner, then looked back at Henry.

His penis seemed positively enormous now, nearly throbbing with desire. Violet knelt in front of her brother and put both hands around the shaft. She started to pump up and down, and Henry's breathing quickened. Soon enough, she discovered some other things to make Henry feel even better, continuing to pump with one hand while rubbing Henry's head with the other.

Henry was in a world of bliss unlike anything he'd experienced before. Violet was doing things even he hadn't known to do. It was as though her skill as an artist translated into fantastic handjob skills. She drew his dick to her chest, rubbing it up and down while teasing his balls with one hand. Henry groaned loudly. He couldn't take much more of this.

Violet noticed that Henry was approaching some kind of peak. She finally decided to try and put his penis in her mouth. As soon as the head cleared her lips and her tongue began to swirl around it, Henry grunted loudly and spasmed. Her mouth was flooded with a thick, salty liquid, and she swallowed it as quickly as she could. Henry twitched a few more times, then laid back, his penis quickly becoming soft in her mouth. He motioned to her to come close to him, and he kissed her on the lips.

"That was wonderful, Violet," Henry said, breathless. Violet only blushed, happy to have made him feel so nice. She put her clothes back on and hopped down out of the boxcar, but before she crossed the lawn, she heard Henry call her name. She turned back.

"Come down tomorrow night," Henry said, grinning. "It's your turn then."