I woke up early the next morning after the soundest sleep I've had in years. I went out into the kitchen to find my step father getting ready to leave for work. "Good morning Tori" he greeted me with a smile. "Good morning Steve!" I happily replied.
Just then, Kent walked into the kitchen. When he saw Steve and I both there, he got an embarrassed look on his face and blushed slightly. Then he headed straight for the refrigerator.
Steve said, "Tori, I hate to ask a favor of you, but do you think you could take Kent over to the car dealership this morning to pick up his car? I took it in for some work yesterday and it should be ready around 9:00am."
I looked at him with a happy smile and said "Of course! I'd be happy to!" almost chirping with eagerness.
"Wow! Thanks! I owe you one." He said, clearly relieved that I didn't blow up like I normally do when he asks me to do things.
"No Steve, actually I owe you. I know I've been a real pain in the butt since you and Mom got together, but I realize you are not to blame for my parents splitting up. I'm sorry for the way I've been, and I'd like to start fresh with both you and Kent if you are willing." I said as sincerely as I could.
He looked over at Kent, who was now smiling. "Starting fresh it is!" he stated as he gave me a hug and headed for the door, leaving Kent and I alone in the kitchen.
I walked to the kitchen window and watched Steve drive away, then I turned to Kent. "You sure made a mess out of my shorts and shirt mister!" I said in a devilish tone.
"Uh...sorry about that. You kinda...uh, caught me..." he stammered.
"I caught you alright!" I said stating the obvious. "Better get changed if you want me to take you to the dealership by 9:00am."
Without another word, he went off to his room. Soon he returned, and we headed out to my car. "Why don't you drive." I suggested, tossing him my keys and heading for the passenger side of the car. We jumped in and he started driving to the car dealership. I was wearing a short little sundress that rode well up my leg as I sat in the seat. The top was cut low and I let it gap opened so my right breast was almost fully exposed. None of this was going unnoticed by Kent as he tried in vain to keep his eyes on the road. I kept looking down as his cock grew progressively hard. He kept trying to readjust his position in the seat to accommodate his bulge, but there was clearly no subtle way for him to hide it.
Finally, I leaned toward him and whispered, "You look miserable. Let me help you out!" as I reached down, unbuttoning and unzipping his shorts. He instinctively raised his hips slightly as I slid his shorts and boxers down, releasing his hard prick. I grasped it with my right hand and slowly stroked it. He gasped and pulled the car over to the curb, putting it in park while he pushed his shorts the rest of the way down to his ankles.