Kathy leaned under the open hood of the car. She had no idea what she was looking for, she knew nothing about motors. All she knew was that a car, especially a new car, was supposed to run.

She glared at the maze of wire and doe-dads, cursing under her breath. She was sweating in the heat, and that pissed her off even more.

"Sonuva fucking bitch!" she hissed at the engine. "Stan, you cocksucking asshole!"

"You say something, Mother?" Sharon asked, leaning out the window.

"No. I didn't say a damn think," Kathy answered, bringing her head from beneath the hood, banging her fist against the metal. She stepped back and gave the tire a vicious kick.

"Owwww, you bastard!"

Sharon giggled.

"And you can shut up, too!" she glared at her daughter.

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.