Still, I had performed all of the appropriate maintenance on the blasted machine so it should have started on the third or fourth pull. After the tent...h pull, I started getting a little frustrated. I began yanking on the starter cord with a tad bit more energy than was advisable. Much to my horror and dismay, the recoil starter pulley broke. With a sick feeling in my stomach, I stood there, in the middle of the garage, holding the rope with a small piece of aluminum dangling off the end of it.I. My need to cum on my little sister outweighed my fear of being found out.I could feel the strain building in my balls when my sister said, “How close are you?” I stopped pumping immediately and said, “I’m sorry sis, but please don’t stop me now.”She answered by pulling away from me, spinning around and taking my cock into her mouth. She pumped my shaft a couple of times with her tiny fist while sucking tentatively on the head and I immediately blew my load into her mouth. She swallowed most. I rushed towards the bed and tossed her down. She was startled, looking for her husband. I laughed, “He left you to me, TO DO AS I WISH!” My mouth clamped down on hers, tongue pushing deep into her mouth. I tore the towel from around her body. I put the weight of my body on her hips, whilst stroking my hard cock. “Are you ready to be fucked by another man?” Her eyes said yes. Her wet pussy indicated yes. I wanted to hear her mouth say it. I repeated myself, only louder; “Are you ready to be. Perhaps I should back up a bit and explain how I happened to be in this car getting this wonderful blow job.My birth mother raised me by herself. She never told me anything about my father. She absolutely refused to allow any discussion that involved him. She really didn’t have any friends. The only other person we ever saw was her sister. Mom really was a broken woman, always ready to tell you what was wrong with any situation. I grew up with no confidence and zero people skills. I.