Take Me, Tom Pt. 15-17

"This is just to warm it up although...I think your hands will be warm enough but..." she purred. Chrissie laid out an oyster shell next to it. "You can just dip the shell in and take out as much as needed, okay? she smiled.

God, she looks delicious. Just perfect, I thought.

I opened the bottle of Champagne and poured us a chilled glass.

We sipped whilst looking into each other's eyes.

Chrissie placed her glass down and, turning to me, softly asked, "Where would you like me, Tom? Hmm?"

Fuck!, I thought.

"On the bed. Face down. But first, do you have a light scarf or anything like that?"

She looked at me quizzically, but sashayed over to her bag and took out a light-blue, silk scarf.

Walking over to me, she handed me the scarf and said, "Will this do...Tom?" in the sultriest voice I had ever heard.

"Turn around Chrissie," I hissed.

Chrissie turned around with her ass to me. She involuntarily placed her hands behind her back. I smiled.

I leant into her ear and whispered, "I'm not going to tie you up...tonight, Chrissie."

I could hear her exhale quickly. I gently placed the scarf around her eyes and tied a tight knot. I led her to the bed and helped her lie down.

"Comfortable, Chrissie?" I asked.

"Mmmmm. SO comfortable," she quietly moaned.

My eyes roamed over her flawless body. Even after two kids, she looked so desirable. I warmed my hands up and reached for the shell, slowly dipping it into the now warm, scented oil. I caught traces of vanilla and jasmine.

I moved Chrissie's long, red hair from her shoulders and slowly dripped the thick liquid on her shoulder blades, watching it pool there and slowly trickle down her back. I was still naked and hoped that would not interfere. I straddled Chrissie's legs, my cock nestled in her delectable crevice.

"Behave," she said with a giggle.

I leant down and kissed her neck.

"I want you to relax now, okay? Just...relax," I murmured, as my fingers gathered some of the oil and I began a long, deep massage of her shoulders. My thumbs dug into her tired muscles. I loved the way her body responded, the way her skin reacted to my oily fingers. I relished her soft moans.

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

My fingers gently dug into her shoulders whilst my thumbs crept up and down her spine. I firmly manipulated her body, pushing, kneading and basking in her glow.

My hands swept over her body, coating every part with the fragrant oils. I teased her by lightly touching the sides of her breasts. I dipped the shell back into the oils and let it drip on her back. I delighted in taking her skin and squeezing it, as if I was preparing bread. I 'accidentally' dripped some in her crevice and smiled as it ran down onto my hardness. Chrissie's back shone with the glossy oils, all slick and inviting. I slowly massaged her hips, my hands grasping them and holding her in place. I slid my cock along her oiled cleft.

"Ohh, Tom. Don't...just," and her voice drifted off.

I lay on Chrissie's vulnerable figure, rubbing ourselves together so I could absorb her perfumed body. I slid up and down, my cock sliding along her ass that I desired so much. I let her feel my hardness, my desire, my prick.

" Ohhhh, Tom. What are you..doing to me? This feels so...so..." and her voice trailed off.

My head was buried in her hair, smelling her scent. My stiff cock was riding her ass. I made no pretence. I could feel Chrissie's ass grabbing me with every graze through her. I wanted nothing more than to sit up, pull Chrissie to her knees and take her. It would be so easy just to slide deep inside her pussy. Or her ass.

I took Chrissie's hands and spread them out above her head.

I could only hear the constant mantra from Chrissie, "I'm yours...I'm yours..."

My oiled hands slowly ran over her arms, coating them with the sweetness of the oils. I continued to rub my slick body over Chrissie, savouring the feeling of intimacy. I licked every pore of hers. The heady mixture of the oils and her skin was arousing.

Every so often I would bite her supple skin, Chrissie groaning with every touch. I inched way down 'til my lips were on her ass. I smeared the scent over her small buttocks, kissing each one in turn. I could feel Chrissie pushing her ass up. I gave her a quick swat and told her to behave.

She didn't laugh.

My mouth returned to her delicious crevice. I ran my tongue between her peachy cheeks, revelling in her smell and her moans. My fingers softly massaged her globes, my tongue insistently searching for her little bud. My firm tongue pressed against her reluctant little hole. I could feel Chrissie pressing her ass to my tongue, helping me to break that barrier. I grasped her hips and pulled her onto my mouth. My tongue crept in, just a bit. Chrissie began swearing. I kept it there, just piercing her. Chrissie's ass was fucking my tongue now. She felt so beautiful, so vulnerable. I continued to tease her, sliding my tongue along the length of her slit.

I knelt up and re-immersed the oyster shell in the warming oil. I watched, mesmerised as the oil dribbled along her crack. My cock wanted me so much to pull her up on her knees, and take her.

But this was about Chrissie. As much as I desired her, this was about her. I ran my hands over the backs of her legs while my eyes were glued to her shapely butt. I took both hands and massaged her thighs, my fingers delving beneath her and trailing so close to her pretty pussy. I felt her move her hips just a bit to the left, hoping I would touch her, perhaps even slide a finger so easily into her.

I slapped her ass.

"Behave, sister," I admonished.

"Tom, please. Just...just," she murmured breathlessly.

"Shhhh," I whispered.

My fingers were probing and sliding over her, everywhere but where she desired them. I slowly caressed each leg in turn, almost basting her. Chrissie had spread her legs, her labia swollen and wet. I smiled, sinfully, at Chrissie's predicament.

I did, once or twice, accidentally, as my fingers swiped across her lips. Chrissie would twitch, moan and almost silently swear at me.

I stood up at the foot of the bed and gingerly rubbed her calves, all toned and perfect. I dug my fingers in, trying to loosen her muscles.

"Ohh my God, Tom!" she squealed. "Harder! Please! Harder!"

My fingers slipped over her tissue, kneading deep. I grasped her tiny feet and meticulously rubbed her soles, her little ankle and between each adorable, manicured toe. I felt, rather than saw, Chrissie suddenly move, as if she was going to turn over. I opened my mouth and sucked a toe.

"Ohhh, Tom. No...Please...no."

I leant over and spanked her oiled ass.

"Stay there!" I muttered. "Just stay there."

I feasted on every little toe, sucking and licking them. I saw Chrissie's right-hand move underneath her shining body. I spanked her again, snickered as I told her, again, to behave.

"If I have to tie you down, Chrissie, I shall!" I huskily said.

I wasn't too certain if that was a deterrent though. After fifteen minutes, her toes had been lavished with oil and my tongue.

"You can turn over now, darling," I whispered.

What a vision. Chrissie's face was flushed, her cheeks almost burning, her nipples stiff and hard. I stood at the side of the bed looking at my gorgeous sister. I poured another shellful of oil on her chest. I let it drip from one breast to the other and pooled a little bit on her taut stomach. I knelt on the floor by her and slowly dipped my fingers into the scent, slowly rubbing it across her chest and shoulders.

Chrissie was squirming, her guttural moans filling the room.

My slippery fingers tenderly stroked each cheek in turn. I could feel Chrissie pushing her face into my hand. My fingers slipped over her neck, my thumb gently applying pressure. Chrissie's hands went to her stomach, slowly rubbing the sweet-scented oil onto her. I saw one hand delve a bit lower and quickly pulled her hand away.

"Behave, Chrissie," I chastened her. "Remember, I can always tie your hands up so please, behave," I smirked.

My hands swept over her breasts, carefully avoiding her stiff nipples. I was loving how my sister was squirming, her legs undulating and moving to and fro. I knew what Chrissie wanted, what she needed, but I wouldn't allow her to have the release that was slowly building up. My hands made little circles around her breasts, teasing her.

I revelled in the feel of her body, the way she responded to my fingers and caresses. I met Chrissie's hands on her stomach, our fingers entwined. I loved her soft, almost silent, grunts and sighs.

I shifted down a bit but was still on the floor.

My fingers deftly slipped over her wet pussy. I wanted nothing more than to lean in and taste her, lick her, take her. I was careful not to linger too long. I didn't want Chrissie to get too comfortable.

I calmly moved one hand down her thigh, applying just a bit more pressure.

My other hand found her hooded clit peeking out.

Chrissie's hand came to mine and she tried vainly to keep it there, pressing my fingers onto her little nib. I pushed her hands away and stood up. clambering back onto the bed, between her parted legs. Her scent permeated the room, almost overpowering the vanilla and jasmine oil.

With one hand I continued massaging her thigh and the other teased her hard clit. I gently flicked and rubbed the little button.

I let Chrissie give in to her cravings.

I whispered, "Cum for me, Chrissie. Cum for me."

She desperately tried to bring my finger tighter against her but I swatted her hand away.

"Please, Tom. Just let me..."

"Relax and let it out, Chrissie," I murmured.

My free hand was slowly stroking her stomach, feeling for the tenseness that I knew would come. I quietly blew on her wet cunt, my cool breath only adding to her frustrations. I ran my nose through her sparse pussy hair, inhaling her scent as I did so. Chrissie lifted her hips and came, ejaculating her thick nectar onto my chin. I pressed my mouth onto her gushing cunt and swallowed her essence, my hand scratching her stomach and then her breasts.

My tongue took the place of my finger as I sucked her engorged clit, feeling Chrissie buck against my mouth. She wailed, her moans and eager grunts filling the room with the most beautiful erotic of sounds, as her breathing quickened.

As she came down from her beautiful orgasm, I lifted off her scarf blindfold. Chrissie blinked, her eyes glazed and slowly smiled. I leant down and kissed her red lips. I rolled over and lay down, pulling her slick body to mine.

Chrissie's legs wrapped around my waist, trapping my body against hers. I moved down a bit and slid into her. I heard her gasp at the hard intrusion.

"God! Yesss, Tom!" she groaned.

I slid into my sister and fucked her. My thrusts were hard and firm, taking her, using her. We were locked together, our hips eagerly assailing each other. We tried to kiss each other, but couldn't. We were both intent on pleasing each other, and ourselves. Chrissie felt so tight, so smooth. Her cunt was made for me. She was the perfect little fuck. And lover. I could feel her first little tremors. I quickened my pace, not wanting to miss her orgasm. With every heady thrust, she moaned until she finally lifted me up and came on my cock. I emptied myself deep inside her, knowing that if she wasn't on the pill, a fertile sperm would find its mark.

We were both in the beautiful place between the conscious and unconscious, both of us blacked out of the real world. We took care of each other, relishing in our connection. Calmly my jolts slowed. I kept myself firmly inside her. Chrissie wasn't going to let me out anyway.

I slowly and lovingly kept a steady motion, pushing and keeping my sperm inside her.

"I'll...I'll never tire of this, Tom," she gushed.

"God, I hope not, Chrissie," I chuckled.

We lay there, together, and just held each other, enjoying the sense of being together, together in the intimacy that doesn't come along often in one's life. We chatted for an hour, mostly about our fears, hopes and what 'little' steps we would be taking next. I slapped her ass finally and said we should probably clean up our mess and shower, again.

"I...I really can't move, Tom," she gasped.

"C'mon, lazybones. Up. I'll clear the bed, you get the shower ready, okay?"

With pouty lips, she looked at me. "If I REALLY have to!" she laughed.

"Up..."

I helped Chrissie up, her body shimmering in the candlelight.

I gently pushed her towards the bathroom.

I collected all the now- soaked towels and half-haphazardly folded them up.

I followed Chrissie's soft murmurings to the shower. She handed me a cloth and I lazily washed her body. Again. As was our routine now, I washed her hair and she washed mine. I washed her body, slowly, as she washed mine.

Soft, tender kisses interrupted our touches.

We stepped out of the shower and dried each other. This was almost better than the sex we shared.

Almost...

Donning robes, we walked to the bedroom.

The moon was high as we sat, and ate tidbits, feeding each other with a familiarity that was growing every day.

We finished the champagne, laughed and touched.