"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.