Awkward on the Bus (Family Incest Adult Fiction)

I am the computer room administrator of a middle school. The school is far from my home, and I have long working hours every day. Almost every night I take the last bus at 10:30 from the starting point to the end point to go home. The bus is always empty, and I'm used to it. Although my colleagues are always sympathetic to my situation, I like it that way because I am an introvert and don't like to get too close to others.

Today I got off work very early, so I could go home at the normal working time like everyone else. When I arrived at the station, a bus was about to leave. Since it was the starting station, there were many empty seats on the bus. I happened to see a colleague who had arrived earlier, so I sat in the seat in front of him. It was the kind of bus with only one seat by the window. I put one arm on the backrest and sat sideways in the seat to chat with the colleague behind me. We kept chatting and joking from time to time, and before we knew it, the car had gone several stops. I didn't notice that more and more people were getting on the car, and I still kept my sideways posture and chatted with my colleague.

I suddenly realized that I could not return my legs to the empty space in front of my seat because the car was packed with people. A woman was squeezed next to my seat, and my legs were caught between the seat back and her legs. I felt very embarrassed and wanted to pull my legs back, but how could I ask her to give me room? She was squeezed tightly in front of me. I had no choice but to continue watching my colleagues chatting, but I found that I had no intention of chatting anymore because the purse of the woman in front of me was pressing against my little brother. As the car bumped around, waves of pressure spread to my brain and my face turned red with embarrassment.

I glanced at the woman secretly. She looked to be in her thirties, with a thin face and no makeup. She was not ugly nor pretty. Her short coat was open in front of me. I see such short coats almost every day, but I have never seen them so close. She was wearing dark blue jeans that tightly wrapped her legs. I thought the curves of her legs were very toned. She was wearing a grey high-necked slimming wool sweater, and the two bulges on her chest looked particularly dazzling in front of me. Maybe it was a psychological effect, but I could smell a milky scent.

My little brother couldn't help getting excited and it was pressing against her bag. I wanted to move to avoid her bag, but my efforts were in vain. I had no place to move. I wanted to get off the bus, but my colleague knew that I was going to stay until the end, so how could I tell him? I thought, if I just bear with it for a while, maybe there will be fewer people around.

As more and more people boarded the bus, the station announcement device on the bus kept announcing: "Passengers boarding, please move inside."

From time to time, people in the car complained: "How can we move inside when the ground is already compacted?"

She was squeezed closer to me, I looked up at her, she was looking out the window expressionlessly, and her purse was pressing tighter against my little brother, which made my little brother even more excited. As the car bumped along, waves of intense stimulation rushed into my brain, my mind was almost blank, I was sweating profusely, and all the muscles in my body were tense. I let her purse squeeze my little brother.

I accidentally saw that there was a young girl standing next to the woman. When she saw me looking at her, she hurriedly looked out the window, and her face was flushed. I thought she must have seen the scene on my crotch. I lowered my head sadly, but found a strange phenomenon.

The woman was using her legs to prop up her purse. If she had changed the direction of the purse, it would definitely not have hit me, but she just kept it there, and one end of the purse was precisely hitting my little brother. I began to think she was doing it on purpose. I looked up and stared at her face. She was still looking straight out the window, but I could sense a smug smile at the corner of her mouth.

I wanted to move my legs so that she might know that I wanted to put my legs back where they should be - in front of the seat, but she didn't move. She still pushed against me like that, and her legs held my legs there even tighter. I was annoyed, but I didn't know how to get angry. What if she didn't do it on purpose and all this was my own guess? After all, the car was so crowded and I put my legs in the wrong place myself.

I thought I had a way to tell if she did it on purpose, I rubbed my thigh against the outside of her thigh, her jeans were so tight she must have felt it. I looked at her face and she didn't react at all.

So I chatted with my colleague while rubbing the outside of her thighs with more force, and then I peeked at her face, and she still looked indifferent. I went a step further and turned my other leg over, tightly clamping her legs. Her legs were slightly apart, but she had no intention of putting them together. I think I know what she means. I was very angry. It turned out that she had been playing with me. It was not that easy. I raised my left hand and pinched hard on the outside of her right thigh hidden under her short coat. I thought, maybe many women like to wear short coats because it is very secretive and will not be discovered by others?

While pinching her, I secretly glanced at her face. She still looked confused, as if I was pinching someone else's legs. I thought, why should I care? She played with me, so why shouldn't I play with her? I raised my hands a little higher and squeezed her butt. Her butt was very firm. I suddenly found it very interesting, she was looking out the window indifferently, I was chatting casually with my colleagues, and I was pinching her butt with my hands, and she was pushing my excited little brother with her purse. I don't know what the condition of her pussy is now, I think it's probably wet.

I wanted to play a joke on her, so I pulled her butt towards my arms, but she only moved forward a little bit and then stayed there. I pulled harder and she held on even harder. I peeked at her face. Her face seemed a little stiff due to the effort, and her brows were slightly wrinkled. I thought to myself, now you know I’m not someone you can easily mess with. I was joking with my colleague while squeezing her butt hard.

At this time my colleague was about to get off the bus. We said goodbye and he left his seat and moved towards the back door.

I thought it would be no fun to stay in a stalemate with this woman, so I came up with an idea. I waited until my colleague got off the bus and the bus started again, then pretended to get off at the next stop and stood up. I deliberately blocked her path to sit down, so the girl next to her sat down. I held the arm of her shoulder bag, and she did not resist and let me pull her into the middle of the crowd. Now almost everyone had their backs to us, while we stood face to face. I looked at her face proudly, and she also looked into my eyes proudly.

I took her hand without the bag and placed it on my bulging crotch, and whispered in her ear, "This is your masterpiece."

She pinched my little brother through my pants. She wanted to unzip my pants, but I stopped her. I didn't want to make a fool of myself, so she had to pinch it like that. With one hand I held the railing on the top of the car to keep my balance, and with the other hand I put my arm around her back from inside her short coat and held her in my arms. She looked up at me in my arms, and I looked down at her. She held my waist with her hands holding the bag and pressed tightly against me. Her breasts, which were so close to me just now, were now pressed against my chest.

We stared at each other motionlessly, my little brother became more excited under her pinching, I moved the hand that was around her back down to grab her butt and lift it up, she understood what I meant, and put the hand that was pinching my little brother around my waist, and stood on tiptoes to bring her lower abdomen close to my little brother, we rubbed each other like this... I was very excited the whole time, and I knew she was too, because she was holding me tightly the whole time, standing on tiptoes very hard and then putting it down, standing on tiptoes again and putting it down again... We were both breathing deeply and carefully the whole time.

As we got closer to the terminal, there were fewer and fewer passengers on the bus. We couldn't move like that anymore, but we still held each other. The girl just now was about to get off the bus. She left her seat and saw us hugging each other. There was surprise in her eyes. I smiled at her. The woman in my arms saw me smiling at the girl, turned her head to look at the girl, and smiled at her too. The girl blushed, lowered her head and walked towards the back door without looking at us again.

We got off the bus when we reached the destination. I asked her, "Where are you going?"

She said, "Caoyun Road."

I said, "I have already passed Caoyun Road."

She said, “I know.”

I asked, "Are you in a hurry to go home?"

She said, “No hurry.”

I said, “Let’s go for a walk.”

She nodded in agreement. So we walked side by side along the street.

I said, "I had only seen this kind of thing in some articles before, but I never thought it would actually happen to me."

She said, "I thought you were nasty, but I didn't dare to scold you because there were too many people on the bus. But the moment you hugged me, I saw sincerity and passion in your eyes. To be honest, I was moved by your gaze."

I was surprised: "I thought you were the one who teased me first, and I did that to get back at you."

She was also surprised: "I played with you first?"

I said, "Yes, you pressed your bag against my lower body, and I was very angry."

She laughed and said, "You misunderstood. There was a lot of people behind me at that time, and I had to use all my strength to hold on. I didn't care where the purse was."

I felt a little embarrassed: "Then I have to apologize to you for what I did just now."

She said, "No, I was very excited just now, and I want to thank you for not taking any further action. It would be embarrassing if we did anything else. You are so sensitive about sex, I guess you are a more introverted person, right?"

I said, "You seem to know a lot. Yes, I am a bit shy. I was very nervous when you first pushed against me."

She said, "I was also very nervous when you first started rubbing your hands against my legs."

I said, "No wonder so many people like to have affairs, it turns out that affairs are so exciting."

She said, "Yes. I have never had such a thrilling moment."

I said, “It seems like we hit it off.”

At this time she stopped and looked at me and said very seriously: "What should we do next?"

I looked at her and I didn't know how to answer her. How could I know what would happen in the future? How could I bear to give up such an extraordinary beginning? But I don’t even know her name. Seeing that I looked serious, she didn't ask any more questions and we continued walking.

In the following period of time, we introduced ourselves to each other and talked about our interests, hobbies, lifestyles, etc. Unexpectedly, we got along so well and had a great time chatting. We all work in public institutions, where our wills are worn down by the ordinary life all day long, where we waste time on boring work and carefully avoid all kinds of right and wrong every day. We long for a little world that truly belongs to us. Only there can we feel safe and show our true selves in such a place.

Before I knew it, it was already dark and the number of people on the road gradually decreased. I held her hand, thinking about the upcoming separation, and couldn't help feeling reluctant to leave.

I held her in my arms and said, "I really don't want you to leave."

She snuggled into my arms, her face pressed into my chest, and said, "Me too."

We hugged each other like this for a long time. In the end, I sent her away reluctantly.

This is a completely true story. We are still dating and sometimes we have sex when we are really excited, but I won’t write about these things and I am embarrassed to write about them. I can only say that it feels great. The reason I wrote this article is to seek some valuable advice. There are some things I am embarrassed to ask her, such as: Does she like me because I am bold with him? If so, I would like to say that I am not a person who likes to have sex frequently. When it comes to pleasure, I pursue less but better. It is said that people like me will lose interest in sex very early due to lack of new stimulation.

And I don't know whether I should tell her that actually I don't like children, so I don't want any. I think I won't be able to educate children and can't give them a bright future. It will undoubtedly be a painful thing for the children to be born into this world, and I can't bear it.