David Crane: See the family come

"Ummmmm," she sighed, trembling at the sensation.

Her clit felt like a smoldering fuse, ready to set off an explosion in the core of her cunt. She could have cum in a matter of moments, if she chose to, her body already aroused by her lively imagination. But Ginny was enjoying playing with herself, body and mind, both, and she was in no hurry to reach the creamy conclusion. She wanted to enjoy a long and lingering handjob before she melted.

She drew her hands away and leaned down over her thrusting tits, gazing into her groin. Then she looked at herself in the mirror. Her cunt folds were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy, pink flower now, and cunt juice was streaming down her crotch and seeping into the tight crack of her ass.

She dragged a finger up, getting it juicy, then brought it to her lips. She licked at the tasty film, then pushed her finger into her mouth and sucked on it, sliding it in and out as if it were a tiny prick she was sucking, a prick that had just been dipped in a wet pussy.

It made her tongue damned near as hot as her cunt.

She spooned up some more cunt juice and licked it from her palm. Then she hiked her hip up and slid a hand under her ass, fingering the crack of her ass and nudging into her taut little asshole. She lapped at that finger, too, savoring the tangy aroma and the flavor of her own ass.

It felt nice to finger-fuck her asshole – making her wonder what it would feel like to have a hot, hard cock ramming in and out of that snug passage.

Ginny was really hot now, knowing that she couldn't hold back her cumming much longer. Her open cunt slot was flowing below her golden vee like a sluggish stream winding through a sunlit jungle.

She began to work on her pussy with both hands again. She frigged into her fuck-hole with one hand, holding three fingers bunched together, while she rubbed away on her clit with the other. She swayed on the edge of the bed, her pelvis undulating, her head going up and down as she looked at her mirrored image, than gazed down at her pussy.

Her whole groin was lathered with pussy seepage. Ginny was amazed at how hot and creamy she had become. She brought a hand to her mouth and licked it, then began to alternate hands. One sank down into her cunt, wet with saliva, as the other rose to her lips drenched with cunt juice.

She snatched up the panties again and wrapped the crotchband tightly around her fingers, then began to shave it into her pussy, whimpering at the knowledge that some of her brother's jizz was soaking into her cunt tunnel.

Waves of joy began to race laterally across her loins and shoot like electric current up her trembling thighs. The waves came faster and higher, each spasm rushing upon the one before, starting to merge into one tidal crest.

Her clit exploded like a stick of dynamite. A deeper detonation burst in the depths of her cunt hole. Ginny gasped, vibrating all through her lush, ripe body.

As her cunt melted, her frantic mind dwelled on images of her brother beating his meat, adding a psychological thrill to the physical sensations.

The fiery, creamy spasms joined, a swirling tide of desire tumbling through her seething loins.

She clung at the crest, half crazed by the sensations and the emotions. Her hands kept stroking as she made certain that she had worked off every spasm.

Then, trembling, she dropped back along the bed.

A dreamy smile turned up her moist lips. The girl was physically satisfied and content – and yet her mind was still aroused by images of her brother and the knowledge that he lusted for her enough to spill his cum load out into a pair of her sexy panties.

What did he think about when his hand was humming on his cock and his jism began to squirt? Ginny wished that she could read his mind – and watch him jack off, too.

Well, maybe she could watch him, at that! The girl began to consider the possibilities, scheming as to how she could arrange a private viewing, setting her brother up for a performance she could witness.

Cunt-cum was still oozing from her pussy, and she scooped it up in her hands and then lapped clit front her palms, enjoying it immensely. She had to mop her sodden cat muff up before she dressed, anyhow – and why waste such delicious stuff on a washcloth?

By the time that she had dried her groin by dining hand to mouth, she had formed a clever plan.

If she were to let Jimmy believe that her bedroom was unoccupied, it seemed likely that he would sneak in for some further panty-fucking. And if she happened to be hidden somewhere in that room, Ginny could watch him do it!

She thought about biding under the bed.

But it was possible that the boy might lie on the bed while he jacked off, delighting her hearing but depriving her eyes of the fascinating sight.

One of the closets seemed a better vantage point, she figured.

There were two closet acts in her bedroom. One was private and the other, larger one had two entrances. She and Jimmy shared that closet and it connected their bedrooms. The larger closet would make a more comfortable place to wait, but it seemed quite likely that her brother might sneak into her bedroom through that one so that he wouldn't risk being seen going in the door. The smaller closet was the obvious choice.

But what if he stood with his back towards it? How awfully frustrating it would be to see his shoulders shifting and his ass humping while, facing the other way, he shot his cum-load off out of her sight. Ginny didn't want to miss that spectacle. But she figured that if he was turned away from her, she could at least see him in the big mirrors.

With her ringside seating arranged, Ginny thought it might be a good idea to leave a prop.

The black bikini panties she had finger-fucked herself with were nicely juiced up with a milky film of cunt cream, perfectly suitable for her designs. She took them over to the dresser and replaced them in her underwear drawer, leaving them atop the flimsy stack, arranged so that an intruder would be certain to notice that the crotchband was sodden with girl-cum.

Then she dressed quickly, in very tight jeans and a white cotton tee-shift that seemed to have been painted over the mounds of her tits and showed her nipples in twin peaks.

She checked her appearance in the mirror and grinned, satisfied that Jimmy would become excited by looking at her.

Then she went down to breakfast.

On Saturday mornings, Mike and Barbara Rayburn seldom bothered to get dressed until after breakfast, which they were just finishing now. Mike, a tall, dark and handsome man was wearing an old flannel robe. And Barbara, a spectacularly voluptuous woman who looked a great deal like her daughter, but more fully curved, was wearing a nightie that was both short and semi-transparent.

Jimmy had gotten dressed before he joined them – and now the front of his tight jeans had started to swell alarmingly as he gazed across the table at his mother's big tits.

It embarrassed the dark-haired youth to get a hard-on over his own mother, but he couldn't help it. Her nightie showed a lot of deep, creamy cleavage and her tit tips were poking out against the material tantalizingly. He could see the dark rings of her areolas through the sheer garment.

Was his mom aware of his lustful interest? No, that couldn't be true. He guessed that she still thought of him as an innocent boy and didn't realize she was turning him on. Otherwise, he felt sure, she would have dressed less provocatively.

It never for a moment dawned on the naive youth that his mother might get a kinky kick out of flaunting her charms and making her son horny.

Very much aware of the lump rising steadily in his groin, Jimmy slumped over the table. He was trying not to stare at his mom's big tits, but his willful eyes just kept jumping back up of their own accord.