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.