The Hood Of The Car

Fbailey story number 685

The Hood Of The Car

My father came into my room, which was something that he never ever had done before. He respected my space, so I knew that it was serious.

Dad said, “You fucked Vickie last night. She laid on the hood of my car and you did her from behind. She was willing but you still shouldn’t have done it. If her mother sees the prints on my hood, she will cut your fucking dick off and feed it to you for breakfast. If I were you I’d get my ass down there right away and wash it off. Do the rest of the car too and then clean out the garage for punishment.”

I jumped out of bed, pulled on my shorts, and ran past Dad. I looked at the car and immediately got out the hose and turned it on.

The hood of Dad’s car was dusty and her prints were quit clear. Stretched out to the sides were her handprints, between those were her round breast prints, and above them was the side of her face.

I hosed it off and then I smiled to myself. After destroying the evidence I got a bucket of soapy water and a sponge to do a really good job. I owed it to Dad to do a really good job because I knew that he had just saved my life.

You see Vickie is my stepsister. Her mother married my father last year. I’m fourteen years old and Vickie is thirteen years old. We both lost our virginities last night.

I had finished washing the car when Vickie came out with the vacuum cleaner, Windex, and a roll of paper towels. She was wearing a very sexy bikini.

Vickie said, “Your Dad told me that I should come out and help you.”

I said, “Did he tell you why?”

Vickie giggled and said, “He just said that you were cleaning up the incriminating evidence from last night. I think he knows.”

I replied, “Oh, he knows all right. Your hands, tits, and face left clean spots on the hood. He even knew that you got it from behind.”

Vickie said, “I hope my mother doesn’t find out.”

I replied, “That is why we are cleaning Dad’s car so well. Then I have to clean the garage out. Want to help me with that too?”

She replied, “Sure, why not!”

After we had done a very good job on Dad’s car we started in on the garage. We took out the bicycles, the lawn mower, and the snow thrower. Vickie started sweeping with the big shop broom in one corner as I moved boxes and other stuff around for her. After we were done with that we cleaned the windows, inside and out.

All the time that we were cleaning the garage out I had to watch Vickie’s tits sway in her tiny top, I had to watch her precious pussy twitch in her bottoms. I even had to watch her pull those bottoms out of her ass crack on occasion. At one point she bent over in front of me and pressed her ass into my erection.

Vickie asked, “Is that a banana in your pocket or are you happy to see me?”

I grabbed her hips and thrust my cock up against her as hard as I could. I held it there and she wiggled her ass for me. I was tempted to fuck her again right there but I’m glad that I didn’t. We had barely separated when her mother came in.

My stepmother said, “I expect you to wash and detail my car too. You certainly can’t do one without the other.”

Vickie smiled and said, “Okay but his father is paying us fifty dollars to clean his car and the garage. We’ll do your car for twenty-five.”

Her mother said, “Okay but you had better do a very good job for that kind of money.”

We had taken some trash out of my father’s car but when we looked in her car we almost quit. It was a fucking pigpen. How can such a beautiful woman treat her car like that? Hell, how can she treat her body like that? The back was completely covered with fast food bags and cups up over the seats. I went in the house and got two big thirty-gallon trash bags. We filled both of them with bags from McDonalds, Arby’s, Burger King, Taco Bell, and Kentucky Fried Chicken. She had soda cups and coffee cups as well as ice cream Sunday cups. We must have found a hundred candy wrappers. She really liked her chocolate bars.

In addition to all of that stuff we found several pairs of panties, used condoms, cigarette packs, and matchbooks. She doesn’t smoke and I knew that Dad had a vasectomy and never used rubbers. Something was wrong.

It took us so long to clean her car that Vickie charged her double and she paid it. Dad handed me fifty dollars and said, “Thank you.” Apparently his wife had told him about paying us to clean her car.

Vickie and I asked if we could go shopping with our money. We changed and took off on our bicycles to the shopping mall. Vickie decided to wear a halter-top without a bra and a short miniskirt with panties. The panties were white and the skirt was blue jean so it was quite obvious as she leaned over to peddle. I made sure to keep behind her.

At the mall we sat in the food court and split a small pizza. Then we talked about her mother. She knew that her mother did not smoke and I knew that my father didn’t use condoms. We both wondered about the panties. Seventeen pair seemed like an awful lot to both of us. We never did return them to her mother, we didn’t want her to know that we knew.

We decided to go to a movie and make out. We picked out the worst one hoping that there would not be too many people in there. We were sort of successful. There were three other couples and we were scattered all over the theater. Apparently we all had the same idea as our dates squirmed in their seats, giggled out loud, and then their heads slipped down out of sight. That was when us guys started to moan and groan. I didn’t know if Vickie was a good cocksucker or not, it was her first time and I had nothing to compare it too.

Since we had first done it from behind bent over the car we decided to do it that way in the theater seat. Vickie stood between my feet, lifted her skirt, and lowered her panties before sitting down on my hard cock.

She giggled and said, “Two other girls are doing this to their boyfriends.”

My cock felt wonderful inside her warm pussy. The air conditioning was really cranked up or down, whichever the case. Anyway it was pretty cold in there. One might say that it was fucking cold. No matter what we were certainly fucking and it was keeping us warm. Well not so warm. I had reached around Vickie and I could feel her hard little thermometers scraping across my palms.

It was different, not being the one in control. With her on top I got less feeling but ...

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