Back on her game in a flash, she jumped up on the seat, tuned towards me on her knees, sat on her heals and said “The most important thing is the clutch. You need to push it with your left foot whenever you want to shift.” I pushed it all the way down and waited for her to go on. “Good!“ she said “now grab the stick” and she took my hand and placed it on the gear-shift knob, her hand over mine. Even though I had seen her naked, the warmth of her soft hand on mine sent a thrill through my body, and my dick bounced in response. She tried to hide that she noticed, but I saw it in her face.
There was excitement in her eyes she couldn’t quite hide. “Um…O.K…here’s first” she said as she shifted, through my hand. “Now let out the clutch slowly, and give it a little gas.
” I did as she instructed, and the car jerked a little, and stalled. “Shit, sorry” I muttered as I let go of the wheel, a little deflated. “That’s O.K.” she beamed, “It’s hard.”; a double meaning if ever there was one, and she glanced at my cock again for the briefest instant. “I’ve got an idea.
” She said, reaching down under my seat. Her shirt hung away from her body as she leaned over, and I saw those amazing boobs hanging away from her chest; perfect half spheres. The driver’s seat slammed to the back as she pulled the seat release, putting me as far from the steering wheel as I could get. With that, she stood up on the passenger’s seat, stepped over to the small part of the driver’s seat between my legs, turned her but into my face, bent over, grabbed the wheel, and hopped/swung herself down onto the set in front of me. This had an unfortunate result. The baggy shorts I had so masterfully chosen to accentuate my “attributes”, were grabbed by her but as she slid into place, pulling my throbbing cock free of confinement, where it bobbed happily between us. Stunned into paralysis, I sat there as she made herself comfortable, and restarted the jeep.
“O.K.” she said, completely back in control of the situation. “Put your feet back on the pedals” she instructed, and grabbing my hand once again “and your hand back on the stick.” Then she slid off her sandals, and put her pretty little feet on top of mine. “Now I’ll drive, and you just feel it O.K.
?” I muttered “uhu” as she curled her little toes into the top of my left foot, pushed down, giggled a little, threw it in gear, and let up on my foot, and away we went. At first she had sat on the very edge of the seat, but every time we shifted, she slid a little closer. My legs were spread wide, and the head of my dick was coming close to the 3 inch gap of flesh between her shirt and skirt. With my hands occupied, there was nothing I could do but watch in horror/anticipation, as she inched closer and closer. We came to a stop. “O.
K. I’m going to show you how to pop the clutch” she said, clearly excited. “Push up hard on this foot” she caressed my left foot with her’s, my dick pulsing in response, “when I let up.” The caress turned into a stomp. She threw the stick (and my hand) into first, pushed down hard on my right foot (the gas), giggled, wiggled her toes on my left foot, and as the engine roared, she said “Now!” and both of our left feet came up in unison. I guess I didn’t really know what “popping the clutch” meant, because I was not prepared.
As the tires screeched, Rach was thrown back into me with force, my dick slammed between us like a big pipe between to flat boards. I know she felt it. She even wiggled a bit. “Again!” she said as she smashed her feet onto mine, threw the stick into second, wiggled her toes on my left foot again, and “Now!” And again she was thrown against my cock. “Again!
”…and we repeated this to fourth gear, my cock threatening to explode. “Hold on to me!” she shouted over the wind and engine. “I took my left arm from the wheel, which wasn’t doing anything there anyway, and looped it around her waist. “Tighter!” she yelled with glee, and I squeezed her into me, my dick throbbing into her back. “Breaks she yelled, and we moved our right feet in unison, and she stomped on my foot with more force than I thought possible.
The tires bit into the street, and it was my turn to be thrown into her. With my hand no longer on the wheel, I could do little to stop my forward momentum. It was during the 10 seconds or so that it took us to stop, that I started to cum. My hips thrusting involuntarily, I humped my sister’s back. The car had stopped, but I had not. I couldn’t stop it once it started. I just kept grinding my dick into the top of her butt crack; I must have cum for 30 seconds strait, holding Rachel to me, shooting load after load all over her back, and my chest and stomach.
When I finally started to come down, the reality hit me like a sledge hammer. Teasing each other was one thing, but I had crossed the line. Would Rach yell? Would she cry? Would she tell our parents? “That was fun Hu?” She said as if nothing had happened.
“I…uh…I’m sorry Rach. I don’t” I started to say, she cut me off “No prob, BIG BRO” she said, leaning forward a bit and wiggling her ass up against the base of my now soaking cock. “Took you long enough though” she cooed looking over her shoulder at me, the innocent look gone from her, her smile was wicked. She climbed off of me, and flopped back into the passenger seat. “I think you can do it now” she said, back to cute innocent Rach in an instant. “I’ll help you with the stick O.K.
?” and she put her hand back on mine. I was amazed, but I had actually learned how to drive a stick despite the distraction. I managed to drive to our neighborhood without any problem, and it was nice having Rach’s hand on mine. It was like we were holding hands. Her hand was soft and light, and she moved it slowly as I drove, her fingers sliding up and down mine. We stopped a couple of blocks from the house so I wouldn’t get caught driving, and she drove the last bit, smiling and innocent, like nothing had happened.
When we pulled in to the drive, she turned off the car, got out, and started walking to the house. A sudden fear took me. I didn’t want this new Rach to disappear. What if she went back to the old Rachel? I would be lost. I yelled out to her in a desperate grasp to hold on to something we had shared. “Thanks.
..” meaning to thank her for teaching me how to drive, but shut myself up when I realized I could be heard inside, and would get both of us in trouble. She turned as she reached the door, “My pleasure Big Bro” she said with a cute wink, and she was gone. I laid back in the jeep, the sun on my shoulders and a contented smile on my face. I didn’t know what would happen next, but one thing was for sure, Rach was not going to disappear, and I would find a way to take control, to win the game. This strange game she had started, would not end now.
END PART 1 Stay tuned for more…