Take Me, Tom Pt. 18-20

The car packed, we headed downtown, following pretty much the same route we travelled every day. We pulled into the Art Institute employee parking. It made sense as it was a Saturday and the Lakefront would be packed.

It was a leisurely ten-minute walk to the Field Museum. David was elected to be our guide. Chrissie took my hand as we walked along the lakefront. I was taken aback, but didn't let go. I had Chloe on my other hand and David was on Chrissie's. One big, happy family, eh?

David took us through the doors and began his 'tour guide'. Chrissie looked at me and smiled. He knew quite a bit about Sue, the T-Rex. I peppered him with questions about her and he threw back the answers. I laughed and hugged him. He was a clever one.

We spent a few hours walking and seeing the exhibits. The whole time, we held hands or had our arms around each other's waists.

The kids were getting tired of walking so we headed over to the lake for our packed lunch. It was a gorgeous summer day. Sailboats floated about mixed in with all manner of pleasure craft. We laid out the picnic blanket Chrissie kept in the car. We all laid back after lunch and watched the clouds, picking out the best ones. Chrissie lay her head on my shoulder as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I had my arm over her, holding her close to me. The kids took it in their stride, with no comments or awkward looks from either of them. We were just another family enjoying a day out.

We headed over to the 12th Street Beach so the kids could play in the sand. Chrissie, of course, took a slew of photos and posted them on her FB site. "At the Field Museum with the kids and my little brother!" one said. "At the 12th Street Beach, playing in the sand" another exclaimed. I wasn't a keen user of the social media sites, but indulged Chrissie. She was so happy, relaxed and yes, beautiful.

Chrissie's phone rang and she answered it, after several rings, digging it out of her purse. I heard only her side of the conversation, and was a bit concerned.

"Yes...Nooo...You did what?... He didn't!...He's...Are you sure?" and it went on from there. I grabbed the kid's hands and we set off for a walk, to give Chrissie the time she needed.

We came back to her fifteen minutes later.

"Everything okay?" I asked.

"Yes...yes...I'll talk to you later, okay. Everything's good though," Chrissie said, with hesitation.

It was getting a bit late so we decided to head back, and grab dinner somewhere. We brushed everyone down, packed up our things and walked back to the Art Institute.

I drove along Lake Shore Drive and remembered a few good seafood restaurants nearby. I found the one I was looking for after getting lost for a few minutes. We piled out of the car, and before walking in, asked Chrissie what was going on.

"That was Em. It's about David. He IS having an affair. I'll tell you more later," she said, visibly upset now.

We had a lovely meal. We laughed, reminisced and shared each other's food. We all had a special, wonderful day. Chrissie thanked me and leant over, kissing me on my lips. I tried to make it appear as the most natural thing in the world. Again, the kids thought nothing of this intimate gesture. I hoped.

We headed home for showers and bedtime. I held Chrissie's hand as I drove home with the almost setting sun in front of us. I felt the little, surreptitious squeezes Chrissie gave my hand.

We pulled up, and the kids were sleepy. No surprises there!

Everything in, Chrissie's 'MOM' mode kicked in. I marvelled at her focus. The kids were used to it, luckily. I helped as much as I could, putting away remnants of our picnic and various clothes strewn all over. I sorted their reading by picking a few books for each. I had bought them both age-appropriate books from the Field Museum so that was a good compromise. In forty-five minutes they came ambling into the front room, clean and still with wet hair.

I read to them both in their rooms, giving Chrissie a chance to breathe. She came in and kissed them both goodnight saying, "Not too long, all right,?" and they both agreed.

Another half hour and I crept out of their respective rooms, my job there finished.

Chrissie, like the gal she is, had a nice single malt ready for me. We looked at each other and laughed.

"You still with us, Tom?" she laughed.

"Always, darling."

I noticed that Chrissie had undone another button on her blouse, probably more for comfort than seduction but... I leant over, and pulling her hair to me, kissed her. I looked at her, sweeping the red hair from her face, and kissed her again. I loved when my sister moaned.

"Thanks for today, Tom. The kids really enjoyed themselves. Did...you?" she asked, again with hesitation. " I know this is all new to you. It's probably not what you signed up for, but I need to know if this is really what you want. And need," she sighed.

"Where is this coming from, Chrissie. I had a more than wonderful day. All of it. It feels so...so natural to me. I'm getting used to it all and I'm loving it, okay?"

"Good. It's just that I know you're giving up so much. Your free and easy days in London are over. Are you prepared for that? I

wonder...and I worry," she whispered.

"Hey. Behave, okay? We're doing fine. Let's just embrace this, okay? I love you. I'm in love with you. I want to be here. With you and David and Chloe, okay? Now...you seem to be pushing things a bit? Holding hands, kisses? Are you certain?" I asked.

"Yes. I AM certain, Tom. So much so that...I want you in my bed tonight. And every night, okay? We'll talk with them if they mention anything, but I need you next to me. I believe everything is fine. They love you, like you and see you as someone who makes me happy so..." Chrissie sighed.

"Hmm, " I murmured. "Are you sure? Have you thought this through?"

"I have, Tom. You're in my bed. Next to me. Forever, if that's okay with you?"

"You do know that there's every chance that...if I'm in your bed, I'm going to...fuck you?" I teasingly asked.

"God, Tom. I SO hope so!" she giggled.

I slipped my hand inside Chrissie's blouse and held her breast, gently squeezing it whilst looking into her eyes. Chrissie leant in and kissed me, her tongue slipping into my mouth, touching mine.

"I am going to...fuck my kitten tonight, darling. You're...you're okay with that?" I smirked.

"Feel my pussy... and you tell me, Tom," she said, challenging me, as she coolly picked up her glass of wine and took a long drink.

"You're such a fucking tease, Chrissie," I said, harshly.

"Hmm. I guess I am, Tom," she said, putting her glass down. "And...what are you going to do about it? Hmmm?" taunting me.

I looked into her brazen and lustful eyes. "I may just have to...rape you!" I hissed. I saw Chrissie's eyes fly open, taken aback by my boldness.

"Ohh, fuck, Tom! That's so...so...fucking sexy. Would you really...rape me, Tom? Hmmm? Your OWN big sister? Fuck, Tom. Feel...feel my pussy, Tom. Right now. Please, darling. Touch me..." she moaned.

"Maybe later, Chrissie. I have a drink to finish," I said, calmly.

"You're such a teasing bastard, you know," she laughed, and playfully swatted my arm.

"Hmm," I answered.

Chrissie picked up her drink again and took another sip. "Tom, as and when we get to that point, I think we need a...well, safe word? Just in case things get out of hand, which, believe me, they will. Just to make sure, okay? You know I trust you above anyone, right? You also know you have me, all of me. I've said this countless times, Tom and I mean it. Anything, okay? Anything," she said, earnestly.

"I think that's a very good idea. The same word for us both, but I seriously doubt I'll ever be using it," I smiled.

"Humph," she voiced. "We'll see about that."

Chapter 19

Saturday Night at Home

We sat in silence, the sexual tension between us permeated the room. Chrissie was certainly coming out of whatever shell she had been in. Or was she? Perhaps, just perhaps, there was always this dark, carnal desire within her. I loved it. But how far could I push her? Was she just teasing again? I didn't think so, and if you had seen her eyes, you'd agree. I wondered if she would be so willing to accept some of my, well, quirks and whims.

I slowly finished my drink, both of us waiting for the other to make the pivotal move. I placed my empty tumbler on the table. I brushed her cheek with my hand, pushing her hair behind her ear. I could see her shudder, and it excited me. I leant into her, and whispered, "Red," and she quivered again. She knew what I meant.

I kissed her tenderly, then brought one hand around her neck, and squeezed. Chrissie looked at me, but didn't move.

"What does my brother want? Hmm? Tell me, Tom," Chrissie moaned, knowing full well what that sound did to me.

"Fuck, Chrissie," I groaned.

"You sure that's what you want? To fuck?" she said, lustfully.

I touched her cheek again and whispered, "I don't think we'll need any 'safe' words tonight, darling," and kissed my sister delicately. "Tomorrow, perhaps, but not tonight."

Chrissie's tongue swept over her lips, leaving a glistening trail. My hand slowly moved from her cheek, across her neck and over her shoulder, delving into her open blouse. I ran a finger over the top of her dainty, half-cupped bra, relishing the feel of her breast, rising and falling with every deep breath.

Chrissie, my hand still around her bra, sat up and I watched as she undid then slid her fingers into her slacks. I saw, out of the corner of my eye, her little fingers delve down. She moved her digits around and pulled them from the confines of her trousers. She brought her shiny fingers out and leant over, wiping her fingers on my mouth.

I wrapped my fingers tighter in her hair.

"Taste me, Tom," Chrissie rasped.

I saw her fingers slide across her cunt, again. She brought the fingers up and wiped them across my face again. I grabbed her hand and forced her fingers into my mouth. We both knew who had the real power here.

I leant over and licked the top of one breast, moving, slowly, to the other. My right hand moved down to the top of her trousers and slipped inside, feeling her warmth immediately. My fingers felt her wispy pussy hair and I could feel her wetness. A finger slid, easily, between her labia and I pierced her cunt. My left hand pulled her copper-red hair back and I leant in, biting her neck. I pulled my wet fingers from Chrissie's trousers and wiped them across her lips. She tried to bite my fingers. I took my hand away from her lips and slapped her, gently, but a slap nonetheless.

Chrissie smiled at me, knowing full well what she was doing.

I stood up, my arrogant cock firm in my chinos. I took her hand and lifted her. Chrissie looked at me, so full of desire. I walked us to the bedroom, now our bedroom, and quietly closed the door.

I stood her in front of me and whispered, "Relax, Chrissie. Take a deep breath, and just relax."

I could see her chest rise and fall 'til she composed herself.

I brought my lips to hers, and gently sucked her bottom lip into my mouth. I unhurriedly took her blouse off, Chrissie's eyes wondering what I had in mind. The thin straps of her bra lazily fell off her shoulders.

"Turn around, darling," I murmured.

Chrissie, a half-smile on her lips, turned. I lingered on the tiny clasp, holding the material together, 'til I silently unbound it. I took the straps in my hand and edged them off her body.

"Turn around," I whispered, again.

Chrissie slowly turned, her face unwavering, her small breasts full and proud. My fingers gently swept over each nipple, fondling each one, gently, in kind. Chrissie's breath was on my neck, her hands on my waist. I needed to slow our passion down. This desirable woman would have her night of submission another time.

"Ohh, Tom...what you do to me," she sighed.

"No, Chrissie," I said, quietly. "It's what you do to me," and I sucked in her lip again.

I leant down on my knees and finished stripping Chrissie of her trousers. She lightly stepped out of them, her body now relaxed. I playfully tugged at her stained panties, my hands around her and feeling her firm ass. My hands trailed down her thighs and further along her muscled legs. I slowly brought them up, Chrissie's hands on my head, holding her steady.

I grabbed both sides of the flimsy material, and pulled her panties down, down over her tight butt, teasing myself as much as her. In moments, her sparse red hair was visible to me, again. I leant in, and as I pulled her soft panties down, I ran my tongue up her wet labia, splitting her lips. The tip of my tongue nudged her mostly hidden clit. I could feel Chrissie quiver, and push her cunt onto my face. I was hoping I wouldn't have to spank her.

Chrissie slowly lifted each foot, allowing the delicate material to be free from her body. I picked them up, and lovingly felt the wetness she had left for me.

I picked them up as I rose, and lifting them to her mouth, sighed, "Open." Chrissie's mouth was still in a silent 'Ooo' so I slipped them between her glossy lips, our eyes never left the other's.

She looked so hot with her panties stuffed in her mouth. I leant in and kissed her panty-filled mouth. I pulled them out after a few minutes and dropped them to the floor as Chrissie now began to strip me of my trousers.

Slowly and methodically she did what she was getting so good at, stripping her brother. Chrissie was on her knees, and demurely looking up at me, whilst she carefully unzipped my chinos. Her tiny hand 'accidentally' swooned across the impression of my hardness, hidden, somewhat, by my shorts. Chrissie leant in and tongued the hardness.

"No, Chrissie. Please. No," I beckoned. "Not...not yet."

I saw the little pout across her face and smiled. I kicked off my trousers then Chrissie continued her subtle strip-tease of me. My hands were flowing through her adorable, red hair as she played me, the way I had played her. Tantalizingly slowly, she grasped my boxers and pulled them down, my hard prick interrupting their journey.

I could tell she was smiling as she purposely pulled the front lower, making my cock spring up like a bobbing toy. I held her head firm by her hair so she couldn't lean in and take me in her mouth. Chrissie had enough power over me right now.

Chrissie stood and played with my boxers, teasing me, but finally pushed them into her mouth, her body almost quaking with desire. She nonchalantly dropped them.

We stood, naked, in front of each other. We both waited, waiting to see who would give in first. I loved this little game, the whole dynamic of it. Chrissie brought a single finger to my chest and slowly ran it over my body. I stood firm, in more ways than one.

I brought my hand to her cheek, and lingeringly, brushed the tips of my fingers over her. Chrissie's hands delved lower, and grasping my cock, squeezed it. I could feel my pre-cum ooze out. She brought her wet hand to her mouth, and tormenting me, slid her tongue along her hand, swallowing my sap.

She smiled when finished with this seductive act.

"Why don't you light a few candles, Chrissie?" I asked.

She raised her eyebrows and turned, with a flourish, and did so. I found her phone and put some music on through her Sonos. I adjusted the pillows on the bed as Chrissie lit the last of the scented candles.

"Come here, darling woman," I whispered.

Chrissie came to me and we slowly kissed.

"Let's go to bed," I touchingly said, as I clambered up. "Here, Chrissie. Come up here."

I was sitting near the headboard and motioned Chrissie to come. As only she can, she slithered towards the bed, her eyes burning into mine. She stopped at my feet, her head bent over and kissing each foot as she licked each in turn. Her little body moved up further, and as she did so, she tongued my legs. My hand found her soft hair, and I stroked her. I silently spread my legs, but Chrissie knew. I looked down and marvelled at her gentle curves, from her back down to her delicious ass. I tried, hopelessly, to control my growing cock. I knew I'd lose that battle.

Chrissie was between my legs, only inches from my wet prick. She looked up at me, and her eyes never leaving mine, gently lifted my desperate cock and opened her mouth. Her head came down slowly 'til I could only see a mass of copper-red hair covering my groin.

Chrissie took my length and girth in one go. She wasn't messing around now. One tiny hand stroked my meat whilst her head bobbed up and down, fellating me like no other ever did. My body betrayed me as I lifted my hips, stuffing my cock deep into her mouth. Chrissie slapped my thigh. I got the message.

Chrissie sucked me off for, perhaps, five minutes, before I pulled her hair, lifting her off my soaked cock.

"Up here, darling. Move up here," I said, motioning her to sit on my lap, facing me.

Chrissie smiled. I moved my legs together as Chrissie spread hers.

She sat, facing me 'til we were both comfortable. We looked at each other, our senses heightened and breathing surprisingly relaxed.

We touched each other, exploring each other's faces, hair, chest and neck. We talked about what we loved in each other, what we meant to each other. I gently played with her nipples, lovingly pulling and twisting them. We were both slow and deliberate. Chrissie playfully pulled my nipples, reciprocating the feelings I had given her. After twenty minutes or so, Chrissie shifted up and grasped my still-hard cock. I could feel her hand on my throbbing member as she coyly placed it at her velvet entrance. Slowly she impaled herself on my love. I loved the little gasp that escaped her mouth.

"Oh, Tom. You are...you are...so.." and her voice drifted off.

I swept her hair away from her face, my fingers playing with her ears. Chrissie was rocking her hips, back and forth, taking me, taking my hardness, the hardness she needed. We played with each other, talking and laughing as we fucked each other, or rather, made love to each other. Our lovemaking was slow and methodical. We knew where we would end, but were in no hurry to get there tonight.

This was a night to connect, to talk, to meld together, to be as one.

Our hands roamed over each other. I stroked Chrissie's back, my mouth next to her ear, whispering all the things lovers whisper to one another. Every time I looked at Chrissie, it seemed to get harder. Sometimes Chrissie would set the pace, almost reaching that peak where she would cum on my cock, other times, I set the pace, getting close, but we both pulled back from that release.

We kissed wildly, our tongues sharing our fluids, biting and licking each other.

"You are such a little kitten, Chrissie," I moaned.

"Ohh, Tom. Always! I'll...I'll always be your...kitten," she groaned as her hips quickened their pace."Always," she moaned, again, her head thrown back. "You...you...fill me in...in...every way, Tom!" she sighed as she continued to make love to my cock.

My mouth came to Chrissie's neck and I sucked her, making sure, when I marked her, it wouldn't be seen. The more I sucked her lower neck, the more Chrissie thrust onto me.

"Harder, Tom...just...just...har-" she almost wailed.

I sucked and bit her neck, pulling her hair and thrusting my cock upwards, burying myself deep inside her. I could tell she was close. I was getting to know her body well, after only two weeks. I scratched her back with one hand, my short nails probably not drawing blood but...I continued to suck her neck, just like a hungry, voracious vampire would. I wouldn't let go. With the last tug of her hair, Chrissie screamed, covering her mouth as best she could.

I could feel her luscious, thick juices stream from her pussy. She fucked my cock like a woman possessed, thrusting and filling herself. She grabbed my head with both hands and, as she came, her eyes bore into mine, full of lust, desire and love.