Take Me, Tom Pt. 15-17

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As always, thanks to everyone who has chosen to read about Tom and Chrissie. They appreciate it! Lol As always, a huge thanks to Kenjsato for his expertise in helping me make this story readable! Any 'mistakes' are mine, as I don't listen all the time.

Thanks for the continuing support of Paolo. Again, I haven't used all of his suggestions but he plants little seeds so who knows.

I'm posting multiple chapters just to keep ahead! I'm finding that, as time goes on, each chapter either raises new questions or answers some. Any queries will be addressed in forthcoming chapters, sooner rather than later. Hopefully!

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Chapter 15 Wednesday

Work was relaxed, especially after the day we had yesterday.

Arthur brought me up to speed on a few projects and recommended one that would suit my new skillset. I spent the rest of the day ruminating over the new proposal whilst following up on the leads I had from the auction. Around three o'clock I decided to call it a day. It was still early so thought I'd swing by the Art Institute and see Chrissie. And Emily.

The day was beautiful, driving along Lake Shore Drive. I would never tire of the breeze and the smell of the water. I parked up and made my way into the building, remembering the route Chrissie had taken to her office. I peered in and saw Chrissie hunched over photographs with a loupe. I silently pushed the door open and walked in. Chrissie saw me, or perhaps felt me, come in.

She threw down the eyepiece and ran to me, shrieking. She jumped up, her arms surrounding my neck as her mouth found mine. We lovingly kissed, my hands greedily flowing through her hair. We continued our erotic embrace.

"Get a room!" we heard from the back of the room.

Chrissie and I broke apart and looked at Emily. We both laughed at her.

"Go give her a hug, Tom. She's very needy today," she whispered.

I broke away from Chrissie and resolutely walked towards Emily. She was like a deer caught in the headlights of an imminent collision.

"Hi, Emily," I smirked, as I held my arms out. "How's your day going?"

She regained her composure as she tentatively walked towards me. I still had my arms out and saw Emily raise hers slightly. I embraced her and held her. Emily lifted her head and looked at me.

Slowly and softly, her lips touched mine. I don't know what came over me. Truly, I don't. I brought my hands up and, cradling her face, we continued our kiss. I felt an arm around my waist. It was Chrissie, embracing us both.

"Mmmm," she moaned. "My two favourite people in the world," she gushed.

"Chrissie... I'm...so sorry...I didn't mean to..." I stuttered.

"Shhh, Tom. It's okay. Em is feeling a bit fragile right now, aren't you?" she said, turning to Emily.

"I am, sorry, Tom," Em sadly said. "It's your sister. She's such a bad influence!" she smiled.

Chrissie wrapped her arms around us, the perfect triangle.

"Well, I wasn't expecting that!" I sputtered to both of them. I had my arm around Emily's and Chrissie's waists. My fingers dug into both of them.

Emily muttered, "I...I should get back to..." as she hesitantly turned to go.

Chrissie turned to Emily and, stroking her cheek said, "Emily. You don't have to."

"I...I should Chrissie. Thank you, Tom," Emily whispered. "I...I needed that."

"Okay, " Chrissie said, cheerfully. She grabbed my hand and walked me over to her desk. Chrissie coyly sat in her chair with me standing above her.

"Where did...?" I started to say.

"Shhhh. Later? So...what brings you here? This is a wonderful surprise," she said. "Isn't it Emily?" she said playfully and a bit louder.

"I...I finished everything and thought I'd come by and surprise you...both."

"You certainly did that!" Chrissie laughed. "Do you want to hang around with us or take a walk through the galleries?"

"I'd...love to stay here and watch you both. If that's okay?" I asked.

"Em? Should we let Tom stay here and...watch us, or should we kick him out? I can call security!" she giggled.

"Let him stay and...watch. Your brother loves to watch, doesn't he?" Emily asked, with the most deliciously subdued lilt. She had regained her poise, which was adorable.

Chrissie just laughed. I didn't.

"Well, you can sit here or just have a nosy look around, okay? We won't be that long. Maybe an hour, tops?" Chrissie said.

I helped Chrissie up from her chair and kissed her. When we broke away, I looked over at Emily. She was watching us.

I sat down and rummaged through catalogues on the desk and let Chrissie get back to work. I saw them both talking in whispered tones, glancing at me every so often.

What the fuck are those two up to, I thought.

I heard Chrissie's raised voice, "Whatcha thinking about, Tom?" she giggled.

I blushed.

"Ohh, nothing. Just this article I'm reading," I lied.

"Humph..." she smiled.

I tried my best to ignore them both. They had work to do, after all. It was getting close to closing up so I shuffled around a few more periodicals and let them be. I was enthralled watching Chrissie at work. She moved with a purpose and looked so assured.

"All set, Tom?" Chrissie asked, after an hour had passed.

"I'm ready. You two ready?"

"Yes. We're just going to lock up. Why not give Em a hug goodbye, and we'll get out of here," Chrissie said.

Emily, so coquettish, walked over to me. Chrissie's eyes, ablaze with lust, watched as my hands enveloped Emily. I pushed her blonde hair out of the way and kissed her glossy lips. Her head twisted and I felt a little murmur as our lips met. Emily's kiss was soft but insistent.

And David is having an affair because... I thought.

We broke away and Chrissie hugged Emily. A chaste little kiss followed.

We headed for the door and Chrissie locked up. I had a woman on either side of me, their arms linked through mine.

This is...and I couldn't think of the words.

We all innocently hugged as we left the building. I led Chrissie to the lakefront and we sat.

"So. What's going on, Chrissie?"

"With...what, Tom?" she smiled.

"Chrissie, this is no time to play games. What's going on with Emily and you? What was all that about, hmm?"

"So, Emily and I have been talking. Surprised? I thought not. Anyway, she's having a bad time with David and I just thought a bit of attention wouldn't hurt her. But yes, I was teasing you. I can't help it. You get SO flustered!" she giggled. "Believe me, we do NOT play around at work. We never have and never will. We're a lot more serious than you think. It's a relief that you know and are so accepting. Really, it is. We tend to, well, comfort each other when life gets too stressful. My life is anything but stressful since you've come home, but Em's is slowly unravelling. She'll always come second to you so, please don't worry about that. But, if she needs me, I'll be there, okay?"

"Chrissie," I said firmly. "I said I wouldn't fuck Emily, okay, but you two are making it increasingly tough. I need you to respect my boundaries here. I like her, yes, but I'm not prepared to have two women in my life...like that. I want you, Chrissie. Only you. I understand your need and desire for her. I get that and I'm okay with it. I just don't want jealousy to raise its ugly head with us. I mean, would you actually be okay coming home and finding us in bed without you? Hmm?" I tried to explain.

"Actually, Tom, probably not. I've already said that I wouldn't want to share you...in that way."

"You say that now, Chrissie. I just think it's a step too far for me. I'll play your games, but I need to be loyal to you. Just you. I think Emily should come over soon. We all need to talk about what's going on. I'm not comfortable with this. You seem to be pushing the limits here. I don't know what's going on, but intend on finding out soon." I asked. "You say I'm okay with Emily and you? We really need to talk, so please, set it up? Soon."

Chrissie only looked at me with love and wrapped her arms around my head. We kissed.

"I'll get her over to us soon, Tom. All right? What did I ever do to deserve a man like you, Tom?"

"Well, we'll have to ask mom and dad," I laughed.

"Now, the next thing. How would you like to come to London with me when I go back? It will only be for, well, two weeks? Can someone watch the kids...and NOT Jack. I'd love to show you around so you have a feel of my life over there.

"Tom? No! Really!! I...I don't know about the kids though. Fuck! If I hadn't opened my big mouth, we could have asked mom and dad to watch them here. I'm sure they'd love to, but I'm not too sure they'd be open to that idea now. Fuck!" she whispered.

"What about Janet? She seems responsible and all. How well do you know her? Do you think she'd be willing to move in here for two weeks and care for them? I know it's a big ask but..."

"I...I could ask, She'd be perfect, actually. I would ask Margaret, from next door, to help out and keep an eye on things. Hmm, it may just work. I'll have to check with work, too. God, Tom, this is SO exciting!"

"Let's take a deep breath, okay? We'll see if we can, somehow, make this work. What time do we need to be home?" I asked.

"We should probably head back now. Sorry. I try not to take advantage of Janet. When we get in, I'll check if she's available for the two weeks. Gosh, Tom, I SO hope so!" she giggled.

"Wonderful, sweetheart. I'll meet you at home then." I walked Chrissie to her car, then found mine and took the slow roads home to hers.

The kids were ever so eager to see me when I walked through the door. Chrissie was talking with Janet, so that bode well. It was still early so Chrissie suggested a walk in the woods we had visited. I smiled at her.

"Behave, Tom!" she laughed. "Janet's going to check her schedule and ask her parents. She still lives at home, obviously. It may just work. If she can't then...?" she asked.

"Hmm. Well, if mom and dad don't come around in a week's time, I guess I'm on my own over there. Let's just see, okay? And...speaking a big fuck-ups, I had a call from Jack today. He was a bit nicer but was still insistent he needed the money. Don't worry. It was a short phone call. I told him 'no' again. I don't think he'll be calling again." she sighed.

"The guy has nerve, I'll give him that! Do you want me to call him?" I asked.

"No, Tom. Leave it. Please. I have a feeling he knows he's on his own now."

We packed up a few things and headed out. It was still a balmy evening but it felt good to be back in the woods, even if I wasn't going to seduce my sister. We let the kids run ahead, mainly so they could run off a bit of excess energy but also so we could hold hands, at the very least. As they knew the paths, we let them off their proverbial leashes, as long as we could hear them.

We trailed far enough behind that I took my opportunities and dragged Chrissie behind a clump of trees and embraced her, our lonely lips finding each other. That didn't last long. I could hear the kids calling for us so we fussed with our clothing and ran down to catch up with them.

We played hide and seek, looked for insects, and just enjoyed being out of the city.

We all headed back home after an hour. Meals, homework, and bedtime awaited us all.

We sat and ate like a real family. Chrissie played the dutiful housewife, and I played the attentive brother. I tried to help Chloe with her math but could not figure out the way they were teaching it now.

God, I thought. Am I getting old?

Chrissie gave me a break and bathed them both, after I 'helped' them with their homework.

I pulled out my computer and did a little background on Martin.

The guy had an impressive CV. I was logged into my work computer so I had access to more information than Google.

This was going to be an interesting meeting.

The kids came out, all wet hair and ready for bed. I hugged and kissed them both. I didn't get off that easy though. I guess they like the way I read to them. Two stories each and they were tucked in.

I walked out to the kitchen and poured Chrissie a glass of wine and a small tumbler of Lagavulin for me.

"Thanks, Tom," she sighed, as I handed her the glass.

Chrissie put some music on and we both breathed.

"I'll call mom tomorrow, okay? Do you think you could call dad and see if he's calmed down? I'd like to just go over there, but think we should tread softly right now." Chrissie ruminated.

"Well, I want this sorted before I go back. We have ten days to bring them around. I guess this is just the first hurdle. But, yeah, I'll give him a call tomorrow. Oh, I was doing some research on Martin. For such a self-effacing guy, he's done extremely well! There's a lot going on beneath the surface. I'm looking forward to seeing him. I'm sure Grace will be wonderful company, too. They both have a certain, well, vitality about them. Martin's 51, so I assume Grace is around the same age. We should both have a great day."

We downed our glasses and headed to bed, separately. I would never weary of Chrissie's smile, body and complete charm but we were both tired. As I pulled the covers back, I missed her glow next to me.

Thursday Meeting with Martin...and Grace

As usual, I woke early. I crept into Chrissie's room and crawled into bed next to her. My head nestled into her still copper-red hair, my hand slivering around her waist, pulling her taut against my hardness. I was only going to cuddle her, I swear to God, but...

Chrissie's little first-thing-in-the-morning moans stirred me.

I lifted her night chemise as my fingers found her soft, naked breast. My head moved down, kissing her svelte neck. I could feel the beginnings of her stirrings. I looked at her clock. Still only five past six.

Mmmmm, I thought.

I lightly played with her nipple, loving how it hardened under my fingers. I felt a tiny murmur from her throat, just a little, "Ahhhhh."

My cock was hard, up against her magnificent ass. I moved my fingers, reluctantly, from her breast and felt it trail down her body to the edge of her panties. I slipped a finger in, feeling her delicate fur.

Slowly, I slid a single digit along her private slit, not penetrating her, but just a little, gentle glide.

A weak, "Mmmm," came from within her.

"Tom? Do we have...?"

"Yes. We do," I whispered, as I pulled my finger out and grasped the edges of her panties and attempted to pull them down her legs.

"Are...are you sure...?" she half moaned, sleep still with her.

I felt her hands reach down under the sheet and she graciously helped me lower her underwear.

"Lift your leg, darling," I almost begged.

Facing each other on the warm bed, I grasped my cock and slid inside my sister. It was a slow, gentle fuck. We kissed and licked each other as my hardness took her. I held onto Chrissie's shoulders as I pulled her onto me, and released her as she slid up.

One free hand felt her butt, holding my cock inside her. I could feel her beautiful cunt muscles massaging my dick with every stroke.

Chrissie's motions became more urgent. She needed this as much as I did.

It felt so beautiful to be taking her this way, her hair all messed up from sleep, her light chemise hiding her small breasts, but not her hard nipples, and her slightly sweaty body moving against mine.

I pulled her down harder onto my prick, knowing we were both so close. I looked into Chrissie's eyes, heavily lidded and darting about. Her little murmurs of, "Oooooo" pushed me over. I smothered her body and gushed a long stream of my warm cum inside her. I felt her quiver as the first load filled her, then she reciprocated and came all over my cock. We were kissing frantically, pulling each other's hair and biting each other. I kept ramming my cock home inside her, my hips undulating and filling her.

I felt her hips slow down but I kept my empty but still hard cock inside her. We looked at each and smiled, our kisses now tender and soft.

Our breath returned to some semblance of normality.

"Morning, darling," I whispered.

"Mmmm, it is, sweetheart," she moaned.

We held each other, whispering those special 'sweet nothings' and basked in our mutual glow.

I slapped Chrissie's ass and she slid out and went to wake the kids, my cum still deep inside her. I followed her and helped as much as I could then showered and readied myself.

The kids were still sleepy-eyed by the time I left. It was going to be a long day for everyone.

I arrived at the office early and printed out what I wanted to show Martin. Arthur showed up just after me, so I had him look over what I had finished, asking for his advice and input. He suggested a few amendments, so we sat in his office and tidied up the report. He's been doing this practically his whole life, so his help was welcomed. There was so much I needed to learn. We sat and discussed my strategy and what I was looking at getting out of the lunch. My talk with him focused on me even more.

I messaged Chrissie before I left for lunch, wishing her well with Grace. I grabbed my briefcase and headed out to a waiting cab.

I arrived at Martin's office in ten minutes or so.

I took the lift up to the sixty-fifth floor of the, now, Wills Building. I was wondering if it was he who changed the name all those years ago. I introduced myself at the reception desk and had a seat. Martin was out in five minutes, extending his hand and warmly greeting me.

Well, that's a good start, I thought.

We walked to his office, beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows framing the lake. I tried not to be too awed. I was no stranger to opulence and statement offices, but this took it to another level.

We talked generally, for fifteen minutes or so, about London, baseball, Chicago and photography. We had more in common than I thought. He wanted to know about me, as a person. I took him through an outline of home, schooling and where I was at this moment in my life. He was a good listener.

I then changed the subject to him. "I read that you're originally from Omaha? How does a guy from the Cornhusker State get to Chicago?" I asked, genuinely interested in his road.

"Tell you what, Tom. Let's save that for lunch? What do you think you can do for me? You have an impressive background. I've had some exceptional feedback on you."

"Okay, Martin. You know what Hollaway and Geary do, correct? I have a breakdown of where our investments are at this moment. We, I, can offer you the one-on-one service that many investment banks cannot. They're too big. They don't have or make the time for their clients." I continued with my presentation, explaining why we would be a good fit for him. I talked about the risk factor and needed to know what worked for him.

"Martin," I said. "I know full well you're conversant with the key risks for a company like ours. We can work with you on all five, Operational Risk, Funding, Liquidity, Market and Capital Risk.

"What I've put together, for you today, is an outline. Read it and we'll talk some more. I wouldn't expect a decision today. Our whole relationship will be built on trust, Martin. I cannot stress that enough."

We talked generally about the markets, what direction I saw them heading, what problems I foresaw and opportunities. Luckily, I had concise and thought-out answers to all. I knew this was an interview, make no doubt about it. All seemed to be going well. I felt a certain connection with the guy, his work ethic, how he appeared to conduct business and what he saw for his future.

Martin subtly called an end to the meeting.

"Let's go for lunch, okay? I was going to bring my Director in, but why not just us two? I've booked us a table at the Metropolitan here," Martin said.