Step-sister in leopard print elongated pointy high heel pumps and black tights rev gas pedal of Toyota Corolla to the floor

Description: It was a quiet and peaceful saturday morning at home as i sipped my tea, gazing out the window at the sunrise and listening to the birds chirping. the sound of sophie’s (my stepsister’s) high heels echoed through the house as she hurried down the stairs. she was dressed in a white dress shirt, a full body jacket, a black pencil skirt that reached just above her knees, black pantyhose, and the leopard-print high-heeled pumps i bought her for christmas. she grabbed the keys, gave me a quick hug, and hurried out the door, her heels clicking against the tile floor. i admired her nylon-clad legs and high-heeled feet as she walked out of my line of sight. i reminded her to drive safely in her high heels and wished her a good day at work. i went back to the window, listening to the ignition of the 1.6l engine idling at 1300 rpm before dropping to 800 rpm in an instant as sophie shifted into drive. i heard the engine roar as she rushed to work. i closed my eyes at that moment, imagining sophie’s sexy, nylon-clad foot in her pointy leopard heels pressing the gas pedal of my old toyota corolla to the floor. later in the afternoon, i called sophie and could tell from her voice that she wasn’t having a great day. when i asked if everything was okay, she explained that there was a lot of work to catch up on since it was the first week back from the holidays. i reminded her to rev the gas pedal before heading home because there is a bit of carbon build up. she laughed and said “i will not forget to rev the gas pedal. i want to lend your car next weekend too, so i need to make sure that you are happy.” she hung up the phone as she was receiving a call from her client at the time. i was having dinner at home around 8pm when i hear the clacking high heel through the front door. i went to the front door when i see sophie taking off her high heels. a faint, sensual aroma reached my nostrils, tinged with the smell of cheese and vinegar. the mercury reached 40 degrees today, so i was anticipating a bit of moisture. she starts talking about her day at work and how busy it was. she and her colleagues went to an arcade after work to de-stress playing games like dance dance revolution so it is not a surprise that her feet is fully wet. as she handed me the keys, she told me that she revved the gas pedal on her way back from the arcade.  she mentioned that she pressed it a bit harder than usual to make sure that i was happy with a clean engine before heading to her room. i see the sweat patch from her right nylons and took a photo of it. i also see moisture build up in her shoes as though someone has poured water in it (no joke). i retrieve the footage from the camera in the footwell to see how my step-sis revved today. the camera rolls as she starts the ignition. the first couple of minutes see sophie gently press the gas pedal with her high-heeled foot and get the external carbon soot out of the exhaust system. the gas pedal reads the gentle pressure of the high heels and respond as demanded by the high-heeled foot. i can tell that she is nervous based on her foot language. she is a submissive person in real life so i guess it feels weird to be the dominator once in a while. about 5 minutes in she increases her pressure to the gas pedal as she attempts to get the internal soot out of the exhaust. the gas pedal follows up with longer and louder revs to match what is demanded by the high heels. eventually she presses the gas pedal to the floor to get all the interior soot out of the exhaust system. what she doesn’t realise is that i moved the floor mat a bit so she has to arch her high-heeled feet even more to depress the gas pedal all the way to the floor. the gas pedal responds to this pressure as he vrrrooomms carbon dioxide out of his exhaust. sophie pins the gas pedal to the floor for the last stroke as he redlines, vibrates and attempts to escape the torment from the high-heeled foot. however, the strength of the high heels is enough to pin him to the floor as he gasps for air. the vibration from the engine was enough to move the camera in the footwell. thank god it didn’t fall down or i will be caught red-handed by my step-sis for recording her feet. i am safe for now and i hope that i get another opportunity to record her feet again.