She shoved her head back under the hood, trying to make sense of the troublesome engine. She had to do something. Her white skirt lifted on her thighs, revealing golden tan flesh almost to her ass. A small puff of wind lifted it higher, and her pale-green panties were exposed briefly. Kathy ignored it.
Sharon sat back in the car. The heat didn’t bother her. It never did. What bothered her was her brother, Jimmy, sound asleep in the back seat. Not his sleeping, but the bulging of his cock inside his shorts. She turned and watched it with excitement, giggling softly. Her beautiful blue eyes seemed to glaze as she stared at the tent-like projection. Getting onto her knees, she leaned over the seat, her small hand stretching toward him. With a feather-light touch, she poked at the tip, where his cock strained. Again she giggled, glanced to see if her mother was still under the hood. She lifted the leg of her brother’s shorts slightly, and saw his balls. Jimmy never wore shorts under those things, she had discovered a few days ago.
Sharon held his shorts open, gazing at his balls, her eyes becoming brighter, her breathing becoming faster. Lifting the leg of his shorts a bit more, she saw the base of his cock. There was that strange sensation between her legs again. Her compact, tight, young ass clenched and a soft whimper came from her. There was an itch in her hand, an itch that wanted to touch his cock, to grasp it, feel it, play with it. Giving in to the urge, she sneaked her other hand toward him and touched the base of his cock lightly, then his balls. The burning, sweet feeling increased inside the tight crotch of her white shorts, and Sharon closed her eyes for a moment.
“Stan, you bastard!” she heard her mother say angrily.
Sharon jerked her hand back quickly and turned round. She watched her mother at the side of the car.
“Slit!” Kathy snapped, stamping a sandaled foot against the ground. “Shit! Shit! Shit!”
She looked up and down the highway, seeing nothing but the shimmering waves of heat. Sweat tickled down her neck, into her sleeveless blouse. She felt it between her tits. She couldn’t understand how Jimmy could sleep in this fucking heat. He didn’t seem to be sweating, either, and that pissed her off, too. She felt like crying — just sitting right down on the scalding dirt and bawling her eyes out.
“Of all the places to get stuck!”
There was nothing as far as the eye could see in either direction. She had passed through a small town ten miles back, and she had no idea how far it was to the next. It was too far to walk in this stifling heat, anyway.
She heard the distant sound, and looked down the highway. A shimmering form materialized, then took on the shape of an approaching car. Kathy stood in the middle of the lane, waving her arms frantically.
“Stop!” she yelled. “Oh, please stop!”
The car tore past in the other lane, the lash of wind whipping her dress about her thighs, lifting it high. Kathy turned, thrusting her finger at the retreating car.
“You fucking asshole!” she yelled.
Again she kicked the tire, but feebly this time. She leaned back under the hood, one foot lifting high, and stared at the lifeless engine.
She didn’t hear the truck as it began to slow. The young man driving the tow truck saw her shapely leg lifted and began to brake. A gust of hot air caught the hem of Kathy’s pleated skirt and it blew up over her ass this time. The man saw her tantalizing, slender thighs, the tight fit of her green panties, the white cheeks of her ass.
He grinned in appreciation.
The truck had pulled up behind her stalled car before Kathy was aware of it. She pulled her head from the hood, banging it sharply.
“Dam it!” she yelled in pain.
The young man stepped out of the truck.
“Got a problem?” he asked.
Kathy saw a man perhaps twenty, twenty two. He was tall but thin, not bad-booking. His jeans and blue work-shirt were greasy and torn. His hands were covered with oil and grease.
“Oh, I’m so glad you stopped,” she cried with relief. “I don’t know what’s wrong. My car just up and stopped on me for no reason.”
The man saw a beautiful woman with rich auburn hair; he saw the green eyes, the small nose, the full, moist lips, the unblemished skin. He saw, too, the way her firm, full tits pressed at the thin material of her blouse, her nipples protruding. She had a small waist, with rounded hips and legs that seemed to go on forever. The sight of her dress up and her green panties caused his balls to twitch. He felt his cock standing to lift.
“Let’s take a look,” he said, having trouble keeping his eyes off her.
Sharon leaned out the window to watch the man. But she was more interested in watching the front of his pants than what he was doing. “Here’s your trouble,” the young man said, pointing at a mysterious hose attached to more mysterious objects. “It’s a vapor lock. Quite a few cars get vapor locks in this heat.”
“Can you fix it?” Kathy asked anxiously.
“Well,” the young man said, looking speculatively at Kathy. “I could, but it wouldn’t last a mile, I don’t think.”
“Shit!” Kathy stamped her foot like a spoiled child.
“Listen, I’ll hook you up and tow you to the garage,” the man said. “I can fix it just fine there. You won’t have any more trouble once I fix it, guaranteed.”
“How far is it?”
“Oh ‘bout twenty miles.”
“I don’t have much money,” Kathy told him. “I think the warranty is still good, though.”
“Aw, hell,” the man said. “Let’s call it my good deed for the day.”
Kathy watched him hook the car up. There was something appealing about him. She grinned behind his back. She appreciated what he was doing, but she liked to pay her bills. She had very little money on her if the warranty had expired, she thought of a way to pay him, and she would call it her good deed for the day, too.
“You can ride in the truck with me if you want,” the man said, his eyes saying he hoped she would.
“Okay,” Kathy grinned.
The man opened the door, and helped Kathy in. He stared hungrily at her ass when it arched toward him. He saw half of her thighs, and his cock tingled wildly.
In the car, Sharon was again leaning over the seat and gazing at her brother. It was exciting to be towed, but it was more exciting to stare at her sleeping brother’s cock. Now that she didn’t have to worry about her mother catching her, she became balder.
Lifting his shorts to one side carefully, she exposed Jimmy’s cock and balls. She held her breath with excitement as she stared at them. His cock looked very long and thick to her, and his balls hung loose in the heat. The fuzz at the base of his cock was almost as thin and sparse as her own.
Gazing hotly at him, Sharon unzipped her tight shorts, shoving them down to her thighs. She wore no panties, and her succulent pussy slit was moist. She pressed her hips against the back of the seat, rubbing her cunt there. Stretching her hand out to her brother’s cock and balls, she ran the tips of her fingers very lightly over them. His cock was very hard, and she felt the throb of it. With a soft sigh, she closed her fingers around the hardness, barely touching it.
His cock felt hot, too, very hot. She gazed at his cockhead, swollen smooth. Staring at the tiny slit in the tip, she watched moisture seeping from it. She moved her other hand between her body and the seat. She stroked her swollen clit with a light finger, and began moving her fist up and down her sleeping brother’s cock. She panted softly, her eyes swimming with excitement.
She tried a tentative squeeze.
Jimmy moaned, but didn’t wake up.
Sharon paused, watching him anxiously, ready to jerk her hand away if he stirred and started to open his eyes. She didn’t want him to catch her with his cock in her hand. She didn’t want Jimmy mad at her.
There was one year to the day between their ages, with Sharon being the older. They never knew their father. All they knew was he had left them a month or so after Jimmy was born. Raised without a father, they didn’t miss
one. They knew, too, that their mother had been very young at the time, but Kathy had managed quite well with them. There had been a few men who wandered in and out of their lives, but no one important, no man that stayed long. Kathy had told them she simply did not want to get married again, not yet.
In the truck, Kathy was letting the young man know how friendly she was. Concerned about the warranty on the car, Kathy was letting the man know, in subtle ways, that she could pay him. Her skin was left halfway up her creamy thighs, and she sat with her shoulders back, tits thrust forward, smiling and chatting with him. She was aware of his interest in her. She saw his cock half-hard inside his grimy jeans.
“How about a cup of coffee when we get there?” said the man, who had introduced himself as Jack. “I got to find the part I need. If I don’t have it, I have to send down to the city for it. Might take some time.”
“Wonderful!” Kathy purred, stretching. Her tits rose outward, and she pressed her feet at the floorboard, letting her white skirt lift an inch or so higher. “I suppose there’s a place we can stay for the night. Not too expensive.”
“Sure thing,” Jack said. “There’s a nice motel, and it’s clean, too.”
Kathy scooted closer to the man, spreading her knees around the long metal shifting lever. Jack gulped when he felt her thigh against his. Kathy rested her hand on his grimy jeans. She felt his leg shaking, and grinned to herself.
Back in the car, Sharon was becoming bolder. Jimmy continued to sleep. She had her fist wrapped about his cock with a little more pressure, unable to resist holding it tightly. More juices beaded on his swollen cockhead. She ran her fingers about his piss hole, coating her hand with the slippery liquid. She had pressed her small finger between the hot lips of her almost hairless cunt, moving it in and out slowly. She was gasping with pleasure, her naked little ass twisting. The way his hard cock throbbed in her hand sent shivers up her and, down her body.
Jimmy groaned once, and Sharon froze, afraid to move her hand. But he still slept. She gave his cock a gentle squeeze, a tight squeal bubbling from her mouth. She pumped up and down, on his cock with slightly faster strokes. She saw his balls writhe and was fascinated. She kept her finger moving slowly in and out of her wet little cunt. The hot sun burning through the windshield felt very good on her naked, pretty ass. It made her feel much hotter between her slim thighs.
She licked at her lips, staring at her brother’s cock as she pumped up and down. It seemed to be getting harder in her hand, swelling more. His cockhead, she decided, had definitely become larger. His piss hole was starting to flare open, and juice dripped more than before. In fact, the juices bubbled from his piss hole and ran down to her fingers, making her fist slippery. She noticed that his balls were no longer loose, but were getting tight. She watched them with youthful fascination as they drew up against the base of his cock.
She became more excited by his balls than by fingerfucking her pussy. Pulling her finger out, she stretched her hand into the back seat. Sharon cupped his balls, feeling how hot they were, too. She kept jacking up and down, unaware that her fist was getting tighter and tighter on his cock. She began to gasp and pant, her lovely body trembling. She knew something was about to happen, something she had only heard about at school during those secret, hurtfull talks among girls.
Sharon wanted to see it happen.
Throwing caution away, she gripped her brother’s cock as hard as she could, puffing and pushing on it. She held his balls tightly, soft mews coming from her as she gazed at the swollen prickhead. She felt his cock throbbing with more power, and he was writhing his hips.
Suddenly, a thick gush of come juice spurted from his piss hole, flying a good foot and a half into the air. Jimmy groaned in his sleep. If he had woken up then, Sharon could not have stopped herself, she was so absorbed in this strange thing she was seeing. The stories she had heard about boys were true after all.
More squirting comejuice boiled high from his cock, splashing back down on his shorts and her fist. Sharon couldn’t swallow the squeal of excitement she felt. She gripped his cock, her fist pumping in a frenzy, seeing if she could keep him spurting that way. His balls in her hand seemed to writhe as he shot his thick come juice high into the air.
“What’s going on?” Jimmy woke up, his cock gushing, his sister’s hand jacking him frantically. “Sharon! What are you doing?”
He sat upright quickly, his cock puffing from her hand.
Sharon giggled, lifting her hand and staring at the glistening juices that coated it. Jimmy stuffed his cock and balls angrily back into his shorts, looking around.
“You gonna tell, Jimmy?” Sharon asked, giggling softly.
“Why we being towed?” he asked.
“The fucking car broke down,” Sharon said, a slight flush on her beautiful young face. “Mother, is in the truck with the man.”
She looked him in his eyes.
“Are you gonna tell?” she asked again.
Jimmy looked down, seeing the mess on his shorts. “She’s gonna see anyway. But I won’t tell, Sharon.”
His sister giggled again, drawing her feet onto the seat and showing her brother she had shoved her shorts down. Jimmy stared at her, seeing the sugary slit of his sister’s cunt, the puff of golden hair.
“You can look at mine, too,” Sharon giggled again. “It’s only fair you can see mine, since I’ve seen yours.”
“Someone’s gonna see it besides me,” Jimmy pointed out as a car zipped past them.
“I don’t care,” Sharon giggled. “I think it’s fun, don’t you?”
A quick grin came over Jimmy’s face as he gazed at his sister’s succulent pussyslit. The tip of her clit could barely be seen.
“Yeah, it’s fun,” he said.
He climbed over the seat next to his sister. Sharon, with her shorts at her knees, sat back against the door. She lifted her feet to the seat, and Jimmy, under the wheel, gazed at her pretty cunt. His cock started lifting again. His cockhead poked from his shorts, and Sharon prodded it with a toe.
“It’s getting hard again, Jimmy.”
Jimmy gulped with excitement, shoving his hand out to feel his sister’s cunt. Sharon arched her hips up from the seat, and wiggled.
“Oooooh, that feels good, Jimmy!”
Her brother leaned over, peering at her cunt. Her cuntlips were very pink, most. The golden hair didn’t extend down along the sugary lips.
“Stick your finger in it,” Sharon suggested.
Jimmy poked his middle finger at his sister’s cunt. It brushed her clit.
“Ooooo, that felt good!” Sharon gurgled, her eyes almost closing as a sharp feeling of rapture flowed quickly through her. “That feels real good, Jimmy!”
His finger slipped easily between the lips of Sharon’s cunt. Sharon whimpered softly, feeling her pussy parting, stretching around her brother’s finger. She wiggled her little ass, sliding her cunt forward as he pressed.
“Golly, Sharon!” Jimmy gasped. “It’s all wet and hot in there.”
“Ooooh, I know!” his sister purred. “Poke it in and out of me, Jimmy!”
He moved his finger back and forth, watching it appear and disappear. The more he thrust, the more his sister wiggled and gurgled.
“Faster, Jimmy!” Sharon urged, her voice oddly deep and husky. “Do it faster! I like it fast!”
The head of his cock strained past his shorts. Her toes rested on it, but they weren’t moving. Sharon was about to come, and she twisted her fine ass about frantically, leaning against the door of the car, her eyes squeezed shut tightly. She was panting heavily, twisting her ass about.
“Oooooh! Ahhhhh! Faster, Jimmy!”
But Jimmy had jerked his finger from her pussy and was sitting up quickly.
“Jimmy, don’t stop now!”
“We’re in town, Sharon,” he said, covering the head of his cock.
They were puffing up alongside a grimy garage, [missing text].
CHAPTER TWO
> The motel was cheap and clean. There were two double beds, a small desk, and two chairs. A color television was attached to the wall facing the beds. The bathroom was clean, with plenty of towels and soap. There was a small alcove, a dressing table with a sink and huge mirror, and a place to hang clothing with a shelf above for suitcases and other luggage.
A surprisingly deep carpet covered the floor. A fenced area contained a sparkling pool. The water looked cool and inviting.
Kathy didn’t know the young mechanic had lied to her. He could have repaired the car in fifteen or twenty minutes. But he had been excited by her body, seeing her dress blow up, those amazingly long thighs and green panties. Besides, he knew she was coming on to him.
He didn’t fool Kathy. About the car, yes, but not about his hunger for her, and she was willing to pay him with a fuck. Not that she was loose — some tramp slut from the gutter — it was just that Kathy was practical. She didn’t have much money and she still had over three hundred miles to go. The only way she could pay was with her pussy, and she was willing to do so.
She put her things away in the room, and told her son and daughter they could use the pool. After getting permission from the sweet little old lady that ran the motel, they dived right in. Kathy watched them from the big window for a moment. Then she removed her blouse and skirt aid filled the tub with cold water. She wore no bra. Her tits stuck up saucily, round and firm, with light-brown nipples. She peeled her green panties off, running her hand through her luscious fan-shaped cunt hair.
Leaning back in the tub, the water cooling her, she thought of Jack. He was at least eight to ten years younger than she, but quite good looking. Her nipples stiffened and her clit started tingling. It had been quite a few months since she had a good, hard fucking, and Kathy was ready for one. Jack looked as if he could provide her with just what she needed. She could pay him and enjoy herself at the same time. The only problem was, where?
She couldn’t bring him to the motel, not with Sharon and Jimmy with her. Maybe he had a place, lived alone. If necessary, she would fuck him at the garage, even if it was coated with grease and oil. She could always scrub it off later.
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