kweensheba:
"Did I do OK?"

He nodded again and grinned into my eyes.

"Shhhh," he reminded me.

"Do you really always like it when I come to your room?"

"Sure! What do you think?"

"I don't know. I liked you turning off my nightlight ... and looking at me..." I said, a little shyly.

"Shhhh! I'm glad." he whispered. "You were beautiful."

I shivered and squeezed his arm. I stood on a chair to do the windows and he walked past and pulled the waistband of my panties.

"Even in jeans, you show your underwear."

"I know you like it! ... Why is that? I was wondering why boys are always trying to see our underwear. And now we show them over the band of our jeans and Moms and Dads, go crazy!"

"It's because you try to keep it secret. It reminds us about what is between your legs. I don't know! I just know it is fun to see it and fun to touch it. Fun to have it. I don't know!"

"You still have a pair of mine ... don't you ... what do you do with them?"

"I'll give them back. They don't smell like you anymore. I just tucked them under my cheek to go to sleep with the scent of you. Kinky you think?"

"Yeah, kinky. But ... you know, I felt a shiver just now while you told me that. I love that you think I smell nice and want to have me close. My God! Ohhhh wow!! I'll trade you for some with me in them. " I giggled

"I have to tell you one more thing. It feels good to wrap them around my dick ... There now you know it all..."

"Did you shoot on them?"

"Where did you hear that term?"

"I made it up. No, Mary..."

"Well, I would like to, but I knew they were your new panties, so I didn't"

"I can wash it out!"

He shook his head and smiled.

I heard Mom coming down the stairs. "What are you chattering about? Are you getting any work done?"

Yeah, Mom, look how good it looks.

"Good, thank you both. What were you talking about?"

"Sex, Mom, we're always talking about sex!" I giggled.

"Right, OK, don't tell me. I love you two. I'm going to the store and let you talk sex, then. Anything good?"

"Oh, yeah, Mom, my Bro is great!"

"You want to drive your poor old Mom crazy?" She swatted my bottom and went back upstairs and we heard the car start.

"Maybe we can take a shower together sometime." I said "I liked you scrubbing my back ... and front..."

"Maybe," he said thoughtfully, perhaps a little tensely.

"We used to all the time, remember."

"Yeah, Temi, those were the days! Before boobies."




Nanny's Daughter: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the-nannys-daughter/43110