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.