She tiptoed back past the kitchen and went up the stairs, hurrying to her bedroom. She left the door slightly ajar, making the room seem to be unoccupied. She quickly squirmed out of her tee-shirt and jeans, wanting to be naked and all ready to play with herself when the time came.

Then she slipped into the closet, pulling the door closed enough to conceal her presence, but leaving plenty of space through which to look into the room.

She waited for Jimmy to show up, breathless with excitement. Her cunt felt like a smoldering ember between her thighs, and pussy juice was running down her legs. But she didn't start to caress herself yet. She was waiting for something to watch before she gave herself a hand-job.

A few minutes passed and she began to get restless, afraid that her plan had failed. She was so hot that she figured her naked body must be glowing like a neon light in the darkness of the closet. The perfume of her aroused pussy was permeating the small chamber.

The fragrance of her own hot cunt wafted to her nostrils, enhancing her horniness.

The urge to finger-fuck herself was becoming unbearable. Her pussy was smoldering so fiercely that she half expected it to suddenly burst into flames – except that it was much, much too wet to burn.

She slid a hand down her gently rounded belly, trembling with desire. Her fingers tingled for a touch of her want, and her clit throbbed for that contact. She had never felt so hops before. She thought that she was liable to blister her hands when she cupped her cunt.

Her hand rested on her downy blonde we. Ginny thought that she was going to have to rub herself off or else her pussy would just cream on its own.

Then she heard the door gently open. She smiled in delighted anticipation. She had expected her brother to come sneaking in through the communal closet that joined their bedrooms, but it didn't matter how he entered her room – not as long as he had come to put on the performance for which she yearned.