Take Me, Tom Pt. 02

This is a continuation of 'Take Me, Tom.' Okay, it's taken me a few years but hey ho.

I have to thank Paolo for the inspiration to write the next chapter in Tom and Chrissie's story. His enthusiasm and direction has more than helped.

A huge thanks go to my editor, Kenjisato. Believe me, without him, the story would be nowhere near as good. His attention to the details in punctuation and editing I had missed have made the story work so much better so, thanks. I have changed a few of his edits ie. Canadian to British spellings. Any mistakes are mine, okay?

So, there is a continuity 'problem' which I hope you will overlook.

I wanted to give them both a bit more time to reacquaint before Tom had to go to work on Monday. I hope this doesn't detract from the story.

Take Me, Tom Part 02

I woke too early the next morning. Whether it was jet lag or the events that had transpired, I wasn't sure. Chrissie was lying next to me, her long brown hair dishevelled and loose.

Through early dawn light, I could see the lithe shape of her body. I had been sleeping against her back all night, no doubt my cock nestled on her ass.

I was happy.

I lay there thinking about our passion, our lust, our love and how it completely overtook us.

I was happy.

I slowly brought my hand to her waist, not wanting to wake her just yet. Her warmth swept through my tired body.

After all these years, these years of teasing, ignoring our attraction, trying to be 'good', I was finally where I knew I belonged. Next to Chrissie. In bed.

I knew that when the sun came up there would have to be 'The Talk' but until then...

As usual, my cock was hard. Surprisingly after what had transpired, but hey, I'm 33, so...

I ignored my desire and just lay there, revelling in Chrissie's soft skin, the curve of her body and her gentle breathing.

I tried not to dwell on the wasted years, the years we could have been together if only I had been brave enough. I was here now. We were here now.

I gently lifted the sheet from her warm body. I pulled the sheet down, exposing her full figure to me. I wished I could draw a picture of her right now, to remember what my sister looked like on our first morning. My hand slowly and imperceptibly grazed her curve and lay gently on her thigh. I could smell her. I could smell our sex on each other.

Our yearning. Our love.

The first shafts of the sun began to rise, as did I. I slid my body lower, planting little, soft kisses as I moved lower. I lightly kissed her peachy ass. I tenderly ran my tongue over her luscious backside.

Fuck, I thought. She smells beautiful.

I moved further 'til my feet were almost hanging off the bed. Chrissie's breath stayed the same. I kissed her thigh, then her legs, as I trailed down. Ever so gently, I grasped her right leg and moved it so she would be on her back.

I only hoped she would not wake.

Yet.

She only sighed contentedly.

I stealthily moved up between her legs. Slowly, I pulled her legs apart. Not by much because I did not want her to wake, but just enough. I crept up and inhaled.

Chrissie's earthy scent wafted over me.

I cautiously leant my head down to her wispy pussy. I quietly ran my tongue between her legs, delving slowly to her used pussy. I could taste her. Taste us.

I inhaled our exertions from last night. My tongue plunged further. With every soft lap, I could feel just a bit more wetness. After several minutes, I felt Chrissie stirring above me.

She slowly spread her legs, giving me a delicious look at her damp labia.

My tongue parted her lips as I swallowed her wetness.

"Ohhh, Tom... what are you..." she sighed. "No Tom, come up here. It's too... I have to..."

I ignored her.

"Tom. Really. I should... Oooooh."

She spread her legs just a bit more. No pretext would work.

"You really shouldn't, Tom. Just let me..."

I ignored her.

Her pussy was open to my tongue now. I slowly, gingerly lashed her now wet slit. I could feel her moving about on the bed, but she made no move to stop me, no matter what her weak protests were before. I laid my hands on her thighs and slowly stroked them while spreading her legs more.

Chrissie began to move her hips around, slowly grinding her tufted mound onto my mouth. She threw the covers off. I could look up at her delicate body and see her hands covering and playing with her breasts. Her moistness only increased.

I flicked my tongue over her clit... and back down.

"Ohhh, fuck, Tom," she moaned.

I lifted my wet face and whispered, "Language, Chrissie," and leant into her slick pussy again.

I felt her hands on the back of my head, holding me tight where she wanted me. I sucked her labia into my mouth, one at a time, and revelled in the texture. I pressed my tongue into her tiny entrance.

"Oh, Tom, just... yes, right there."

I brought my hands to her supple ass and lifted her. I was feasting on my sister. My fingers crept along and I slid them along her luscious crack. Her hips were lifting off the bed, wanting more.

"Yesssss, Tom. You're such a bad brother!" she groaned.

I lavished my tongue on her, sliding it all around her pussy, flicking her now hard clit to tease her even more.

"Oh, fuck Tom, I'm... I'm..." she moaned. "I love your tongue, just..."

On hearing this, I ignored her clit and continued my long tongue lashing of her wet slit. She would cum when I wanted her to, not before. I kept one hand on her ass but moved the other to her soft stomach. I slowly rubbed it, stroking her.

I looked up and saw she had her head thrown back, one hand on her nipple, tugging it; her other hand was still on my head, making certain I wouldn't move.

As if.

I could feel the little tremors in her stomach and knew she was close. My hard cock was leaking all over the bed. I sucked her clit into my mouth, relishing her little nib. I rubbed my face all over her wetness, soaking my face. I wanted to smell her all day.

Every day.

Her hand came off her breast and went back to my head. She was lifting her hips, rubbing her pussy all over my face and getting so close.

"Tom, please, just... just..." and her voice trailed off, as she screamed.

"Yesssss! Ohhhhhhh, fuck... Tom... my... my...yesssss!"

And she gushed into my mouth. Her hips were thrusting onto my eager mouth.

I was soaked with her cum. I continued to lick and swallow her. I wanted every ounce of her. I never wanted to forget this taste, this erotic smell of my sister.

"Ohhh, Tom. Enough. Please. Enough!" as she continued to thrust onto my mouth.

In time, I took my mouth and tongue away from her and just, gently, laid little kisses on her sodden pussy. Her fingers lovingly ran through my hair. I could hear her breathing, now

hard and full.

"Come up here... darling," she whispered.

I crawled up her body, kissing her thighs, her stomach and then, lavishing small kisses on her still heaving breasts. My hard cock was leaving a trail of pre-cum on the sheets. I looked into my beautiful sister's eyes and kissed her, still wet with her sultriness.

We pulled away and gazed at each other.

"Fuck me, Tom. Please. Now!"

I knelt between her legs, staring into her green eyes. I took hold of my hard shaft and began slapping her pussy.

"Tom, just... just."

Her hands came down to grasp me, but I pushed them away. Harder and harder I slapped her tiny clit, leaving streaks of pre-cum from her cunt to my mushroom head.

"Tom. Just..." she moaned and lifted her hips.

"Does Chrissie want her brother's cock?" I teased.

"Behave, Tom. Please. Just fuck me. Fuck your sister."

I could see her wetness slipping out of her beautiful slit as I continued to slap her with my urgent meat. Her little clit was peeking out, almost begging to be hit harder.

"Tom. Please..."

I slid into my sister. There was no hesitation. I wanted to fill her. Fill her with her little brother's meaty cock. I pushed all the way in with one long stroke and stayed there, embedded deep inside her. She tried to move her hips but I kept her pinned to the bed with my urgent cock. I began to flex my cock inside her, imperceptibly moving. I leant down and kissed her.

"Oh, Tom. So long. I've waited so long. Fill me, darling. Just... fill me."

Tears began to stream down her face. I licked her beautiful eyes, running my tongue over each. A sheen of sweat was covering her face so I licked that, too.

"Take me, Tom. I'm... I'm yours," she groaned. "I've waited so long for you."

I slowly slid a bit out of her, then slammed myself back inside her slit.

"Ohhh, Tom. That's... that's..."

Chrissie needed to know how much I desired her, wanted her, loved her. My hands were running through her damp hair. It smelled of her. Her legs were lifted and spread, taking all of me.

Chrissie's hands went around my ass, holding me close to her.

I'd pull out, just a bit, then press back into her. With every thrust of me bottoming out in her, she would let out the sexiest little moan. She reminded me of Jane Birkin, whispering and moaning through Je T'aime...Moi Non-Plus. Chrissie's moans drove me on. I leant down and took her firm nipple in my mouth and sucked.

I would never tire of this. Drawing her breast into my mouth and pleasing this woman meant everything. I kissed her breasts, her shoulders and, lifting her head back, I firmly bit her neck.

"Fuck! Tom! Yes, yes, yes! Just... don't ever stop!"

Chrissie was so wet, I could feel her essence flowing from her open pussy. I looked down into her heavily lidded eyes and saw the only woman I truly ever loved. I thrust into her again.

And again.

"Ohh, Tom. I'm so... close. Just don't..."

"And I'm so close, too, Chrissie. So close. Do want your little brother to seed you? Hmmm? Are you certain? Tell me, Chrissie, do you want me to fill you?" I taunted.

"Just... just do it, Tom. Now!" and she screamed as her cunt contracted and grabbed my cock.

"OHHHHH, CHRISSIE!" I yelled as I felt my brotherly cum spurt deep inside her.

Chrissie had her eyes closed and her head was thrown back. Her hips were convulsing with every deep push.

"Yesss, Tom! That's... that's so..."

I pulled her hands up and moved them above her, holding them in place as I filled my sister. I was going to give her every bit of my potent, thick cum. Her pussy just kept squeezing my dick, sucking all of my cum out. One final forceful push and I was empty. I fell to her chest, breathless and sated. My cock was still hard inside her.

I lifted my head and kissed her.

"Oh, Tom. That was... beautiful," she almost sobbed.

" Good morning, darling," I said, with a smile.

I felt her shift around and my cock slipped out of her.

"Ohhh, no. Keep it in me! Please!"

"Too late for that, Chrissie," I said laughing.

"Ohh, Tom. Can we start every day like this, Hmm? Can we... please?" Her face shone with desire.

"I cannot think of a better way to start every morning... with you."

We lay there in the afterglow of intimacy, our hearts nearly beating as one. We fondled each other, inspecting every pore on each other's bodies, both of us empty and sated.

"You are inscrutable, you know?"

"Me? Humph! I think it was you who seduced me. Your lovely big sister! I think I'll have to tell mom on you," she said, with a giggle.

"You think her heart could take it?" I chortled.

" Doubt it," she agreed. "Still, it was you. It's always been you, Tom. You know?"

"I do now."

The sun was up by now, the light streaming through her windows.

"Cup of tea, Tom? Isn't that what all you Englishmen drink?"

"A cup of tea would be lovely, Chrissie. In bed... I hope?"

"Hmmm. Okay, for once!"

Chrissie casually slipped from the bed, her toned body supple and luscious.

"Stand there, Chrissie. Stand there. Just like that."

"My brother, the perv, eh?" she laughed.

"You haven't seen anything yet, sister dear."

But she stood there.

Chrissie stood five feet five inches tall in a pinch. Her delicious small breasts were hidden from me. Her hair fell onto her shoulders, her back, toned and fit, and then her beautiful, peachy ass.

"Seen enough?" she smiled.

"Not nearly..."

She grabbed a light robe and wrapped it around her body.

She turned and looked at me. " I love you, Tom," and left the room.

I sat up, pillow on my back and thought how much one's life can change in a mere twelve hours. After all the years of yearning, fantasizing and dreaming of Chrissie, I was here, in her bed.

Now what?

As it was Saturday, I could forget about work. At least for two days.

I picked up my phone for any messages and, as there were none, quickly turned it off.

I looked around her room. As I expected, it was tastefully, but minimally, finished.

"Do you want some breakfast?" I heard her yell from the kitchen.

"Let me put something on and I'll help," I yelled back, smiling to myself.

I dragged myself up and headed out to the front room where my bags had been unceremoniously dumped the previous night.

"Make yourself at home," she giggled from the kitchen. "Eggs Benedict okay?"

"That sounds incredible, Chrissie. Thanks."

"I aim to please," she joked.

"That you do..." I smirked.

"Let's have breakfast and then we can shower? I'm famished!" she asked.

"That will work for me. I haven't eaten, well, I have 'eaten' but..."

"You're such a bad little brother, you know?" she giggled.

"Don't get me started, Chrissie!"

"You can pop your clothes into the spare room but... I hope you'll still be sleeping in mine? Just use the spare room? I don't think David or Chloe would want to share!"

I just smirked at her as I lifted the cases. She had an egg in her hand and thought for certain it was coming for me.

In the spare room, I unpacked everything and slipped on a pair of running shorts and an old tattered t-shirt. I headed for the kitchen where I smelled bacon cooking away.

"Tea?"

"Ah, thanks, Chrissie. Wonderful."

"Should we talk about last..." Chrissie began to say.

"Shhhhh, later, Chrissie. We have time later. Let's just have a relaxed breakfast and catch our breaths." I offered, "Need any help?"

"Nope. You just relax your weary bones and watch a pro at work."

I sat on the chair and did just that -- watched a pro.

I loved the way she moved around. Purposeful. Nimble. Almost graceful.

"A penny for...?"

"You're beautiful, Chrissie. Just exquisite."

"Bet you say that to all the girls who cook you breakfast the morning after."

"A few," I joked.

She raised the spatula and headed towards me. I held my hands up in mock defence.

In a few minutes, Chrissie handed me a plate of Eggs Benedict and orange juice. We sat and had our breakfast, chatting about the kids, her work and just life in general. We steered clear of anything to do with 'us'. Chrissie was radiant. I'm sure it just wasn't from our love-making, but secretly hoped it had more than a little to do with that.

"This Hollandaise is wonderful, Chrissie. I couldn't do better!" I smiled wryly.

"I don't believe that. You weren't too bad a cook back then."

"I'll take the compliment," I smiled.

We drank our juice and sat there talking and basking in the glow go being together. After breakfast, she placed everything in the dishwasher.

Turning to me, she said one word, "Shower?" and tilted her head.

I smiled and shook my head with an emphatic 'Yes'.

"God! You're SO easy!" she giggled.

Her bathroom was huge. A large walk-in shower dominated the room. She slipped off her robe as she walked and turned to me and asked, "Coming?"

"Not too soon... I hope!"

"Me, too..." she chuckled.

I stripped off my t-shirt and slid my shorts down. I walked to the shower where Chrissie was standing, a light rain flow running from the showerhead.

"Will you wash my hair, Tom?" she coyly asked, handing me the shampoo.

Chrissie was facing me as I lathered up her hair. Gently but firmly, I massaged the lotion into her scalp. Her hands were around my waist.

"Ohhh, Tom. Your fingers are... lovely," she sighed.

Her eyes were closed. I could tell from her expression and her body that she was revelling in the attention. Her hands slowly moved up my body and she began to rub suds on my chest.

"You feel so... so wonderful. So much better than I ever, well, imagined."

"Fantasized?"

"That, too," she moaned.

She grabbed a bottle of shower gel and poured it over my chest. Handing me the bottle, I did the same to her. With the cloth given to me, I slowly ran it over her body -- she did the same to me. Slowly, memorizing every inch of her body, I washed down my delicious sister. She compliantly spread her legs as I cautiously rubbed the cloth between, making certain the material split her labia.

"Damn, Tom..." she smiled.

I ignored her.

Her hands were mirroring mine. She gingerly took my flaccid cock in her hands and lovingly washed it. It started to expand. She just gave me the most coquettish look as if to say, 'What? Me?'

I bathed her beautiful breasts, noticing how firm they were. I held them up, bent over, and kissed each lightly.

"Ohh, Tom. Your touch is so... so..."

I moved the cloth behind her and making certain there was plenty of gel, began to slowly run it down her back. She moved in and hugged me. It was a special moment for us both.

The rain gently fell on us, our bodies pressed together.

She laid her head on my shoulder and held me. "I love this," I heard her say through the mist. She was half-heartedly still 'washing' me. It didn't matter. It just felt so good having my sister in my arms.

The cloth had somehow made it down to her ass. I affectionately washed each globe in turn. I took the cloth and slowly ran up her cleft. Up and down I lazily washed her.

I could feel her spread her legs, just a bit. My cock started to harden. She gently lifted it and placed it against her stomach. I kept running the cloth up and down her sweet crevice.

At one point, I pressed gently with a single finger, into her. She seemed to hold me tighter. We could feel my cock growing even more. I kept my fingers on her ass. I pushed a finger into her little bud again. I could feel Chrissie press into me.

"Someone likes my ass, hmmm, little brother?" she said, almost silently.

"Would you like to kiss it, Tom?" she said without looking at me. "Hmmm? Would you?"

Chrissie grasped my hard, full cock and looking at me said, "Kiss my ass, Tom," whilst slowly stroking her gelled hand around me.

"Turn around," I growled.

Obligingly she did. She placed both hands on the wall, the light rain mist still falling on us and spread her legs. I slowly fell to my knees, admiring the sheer beauty and desirability of her bottom. I placed my hands on each peach and gently squeezed them.

She pushed back.

I brought my face to that beautiful crevice and ran my tongue along her, bottom to top.

I did it again.

Every time I did, Chrissie would push back, my face even further into her. My tongue lavished long strokes on her. I could feel her quiver with every caress. I stuck my tongue onto her little rosebud and tried to break the seal.

Chrissie had bent over even more now. My wanton sister.

I pulled her cheeks apart and delved deeper.

"Oh, fuck... Tom!" she moaned.

I just kept lapping at her, stopping at times to give each globe a tiny bite then back to my long-tonguing strokes. I took one hand and moved it to her pussy. Slowly, I rubbed her slit.

I could feel her hips moving, readily accepting anything I was going to do. I slipped one finger into her, easily, and began to fuck her. My mouth was still eagerly tonguing her ass. I slipped another finger in.

It, too, slid in easily.

"Fuck. Tom. Darling. That's just so..."