My sister Carla is a couple of years younger than me. When she turned 16 she wanted to learn how to drive, and since my parents helped pay for my car, the task fell to me.

Carla was short (5'2") with wavy blonde hair (but not natural). She had ample size breasts (38" C cups) and a cute butt. In the summer she always dressed to show off her sexuality, wearing either "fuck me" shorts or a short skirt, and a see-thru blouse or a bikini top. My friends drooled over her, but as a protective brother I told them that she was off-limits.

So I started to teach Carla to drive in my beat-up Ranger pick-up truck. It became quickly very clear to me that she was a danger to herself and others on the streets, let alone myself. So I tried teaching her on mall parking lots, but that was not working out either. We had to drive very early in the morning or late in the evening when the lot was empty. And the lot was not laid out like streets so it was hard for her to get proper visual references to make turns, etc.

So I had the brillant idea to teach her in a large cemetery near us, that rarely had any cars and was also laid out like proper streets. I even teased her that she did not have to worry about hitting anyone because they were already dead.

So we developed a routine where I would drive us to the cemetery and then she would switch into the driver's seat and I into the passenger's. She would drive around the cemetery much slower than normal, but there were not any other cars or drivers to annoy.

I must admit that I enjoyed these litlle drives. I told her to keep her eyes on the road, partly as a good driver should, but also because I could steal side glances of her breasts and long legs without getting caught.

So one Saturday morning because she was progressing, I told her that she could drive to the cemetery herself for her lesson. This made her very excited and boosted her confidence. It also did not help that we passed a couple of her friends and she honked the horn and waved at them (although I had to remind her to keep her hands on the wheel).

When we got to the cemetery it was pretty clear that she was in a perky mood because she had more-or-less driven there on her own. She was driving a little faster than normal for her and I had to remind her to slow down a couple of times.

She was dressed particularly sexy that day, and had on a white blouse with no bra underneath because her nipples peeked through. She also had on a loose blue mini skirt that did not hide much.

I was little trans-fixed on trying to see up her legs as far as I could. Just at this time Carla took a corner in the cemetery a little too quickly and she shot off the road into the grave-yard. I began to yell at her to "Brake, Brake!", and she eventually came to a stop just in front of a gravestone.

At this time Carla just burst into tears and started balling. I tried to comfort her by putting my hand on her knee and telling her not to worry because she had not hit anything.

Carla wrapped her arms around me and kept balling. She really was upset and shaking like a leaf. I did not know what to do to calm her down.

Carla started to say what a wonderful brother I was for trying to teach her to drive and what an idiot she was. I told her she was being to hard on herself and that we all made mistakes when were first learning to drive.

When Carla had wrapped her arms around me her body had shifted and my hand had travelled farther up her leg. I instinctively began to massage her inner thighs and stared deeply into each others eyes without saying anything.

Carla then said what a good brother I was and began to kiss me on my neck and behind my ears. This made me aroused and I took it as an invitation to go further. So I traced my hand up her inner thigh until I reached her panties. Then I began to stroke the silky cloth over her pussy lips with my finger.

Carla stopped crying and instead began to moan and whisper "Oh Ricky" in my ear. They we began to french kiss and explore each others mouths with our tongues. Carla hop out of her seat onto my lap. This gave me more access to her pussy and I began to stroke it with the entire palm of my hand through her silken panties that were becoming wet.

Carla undid her blouse so she could show her her naked breasts. I began to suck on her left nipple which was erect now. She groaned in pleasure and reached under her skirt to pull down her panties.

This left her pussy fully exposed and I continued to stroke her wet pussy and soft bush with my hand. Carla then whispered in my ear to finger her and I gladly did. Her pussy juices really began to flow when I told her that "I was finger-fucking my nasty sister" and she said "I know; don't stop".

Carla began to squirm rhythmically as I kept fingering her sopping pussy. I would teasingly bring her to a state of heighten arousal, and then back off until she begged for more. (I now know this is called "edging"). Finally she told me "don't stop you fucker, finish me off". So I just kept fingering her until she started to scream and convulse uncontrollably in an orgasm.

It didn't take long for Carla to recover. When she did she crawled onto the car floor and began to unzip my jeans. She fumbled in my shorts a bit and then pulled out cock. My cock was very thick although not too long.

But rather than tease me, Carla began to devour my cock like she was hungry and dying of thirst. She licked up and down the cock of my shaft and played with my balls with her tongue. She then began to take my entire cock in her mouth and move her lips up and down my shaft. It was obvious to me that she had done this before and I could tell why my slut sister was so popular with the boys.

At some point I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations of Carla's mouth on my cock. Before long I began to squirt my cum into her mouth and and I opened my eyes just to see her pull my cock out of her mouth and me jizz all over her face. She then began to wipe off my cum from her face and lick it off her fingers. Needless to say we were both completely spent.

Although I had started off seeing my driving lessons with Carla as a chore, I now saw them as a pleasure and really looked forward to them. Of course I really enjoyed "correcting" my sister whenever she made a mistake, which I sometimes think she did on purpose.