One night, a month after the first time we enjoyed our nighttime pleasures, a wicked idea popped into my head. As usual, I showed up wearing one of my nightshirts which hid my crotch and p***y from sight. The difference was, I didn't have any panties on whatsoever. Of course, Jeremy didn't know that, which made it all the more thrilling to me. As usual, I climbed on top of him, straddling his legs just beneath his junk. He started m**********g first, and then I slid forward and pressed my p***y up against the side of his hot shaft.
For the next ten minutes, I didn't say a word. I quietly diddled my c**t while he stroked himself. My bare p***y felt hot as it pressed against his shaft, but only I knew the truth about my nakedness. Staring at my brother's face, I couldn't help but smile. He
