Take Me, Tom Pt. 26-27

imagined. Chrissie and I went to a charity event at the Art Institute and I met a few people, one of whom I've had discussions with. Emily's husband, David, made the introduction. We have a meeting with the prospective client tomorrow. I've handed everything over to Arthur, so we're in good hands. It's been a productive three weeks, so I think it was worth me coming home," I said, full of

enthusiasm.

"That's wonderful, Tom. We're...we're so proud of you...both," Mom said. "How's Emily? We haven't seen her for ages."

"She's doing...well. She's a nice woman. Chrissie is lucky to have

her in her life," I sighed.

"We think so, don't we?" mom said, turning to dad.

"Of course! Emily has always been so nice to us. They're good friends. We can both see that," dad replied.

After chatting for ten minutes or so, Chrissie walked out through the sliding doors.

"Hi, mom, dad!" she smiled. "Hey, kids, have you've been good to grammie and gramps?" she laughed.

The kids came running to their mother and hugged her, full of questions and demands. We all laughed.

Janet came out and asked if she should put dinner on.

"Janet, no. Thank you, but I'll do it, okay?" I said to her.

"No, Tom. You stay there. I'll do it, okay? I don't mind, really," she said.

"You're too kind, Janet, thanks," and let her get on with it.

The four of us chatted so easily, as if our 'situation' had never been raised. Thank God for small mercies, eh? We all caught up,

especially Chrissie's new exhibition that was taking shape. I saw the pride in their eyes as Chrissie went into a long diatribe about it.

In no time, Janet was bringing the platters of food out. I went to help, thanking her for her help. She was a little gem! Janet sat with us as we enjoyed the food, as did the kids! Janet got on so well with mom and dad, which pleased us all. The kids were finished so Janet took them by their hands and led them to the bathroom for a cleanup. Chrissie brought out a file with all her notes. We all laughed at her.

"What?" she asked, incredulously. "I'm prepared! Sue me!" she giggled.

We all continued to laugh at her.

"Humph," is all Chrissie could come back with.

Janet came back out, and for the next two days, or so it seemed, Chrissie, laid out her itinerary. I could see dad rolling his eyes.

"Janet? You have a pretty good idea what needs doing, hmm?" I asked.

"I do, Tom," she smiled, used to Chrissie's micro-managing everything. "I'll be here, okay?" she reassured us all.

I thought Chrissie was going to hand out a test after her presentation. I couldn't blame her though. These were her children.

She mentioned Jack, and forbade him access to the kids or even setting foot in the house. Chrissie told them that Emily may pop round at some point. She alluded to her problems at home, but didn't elaborate. Mom and dad had plenty of back-ups. We called the kids over, and explained what was going on. I think they were happy to see their mother leave for a few weeks! They could, and would, take advantage of their grandparents in the meantime.

Janet had prepared a few G&T's, so the talk was a bit easier to take. When I raised a point or two, I received a dirty look from Chrissie. I couldn't help but laugh.

After forty-five minutes, Chrissie wrapped it all up.

"Questions?" she asked.

Dad and I just smirked at each other, but muttered the requisite, "No."

"Wonderful!" Chrissie said, and we all clapped! "Behave! All of you!

Especially you, Janet! I thought you'd be on my side!" she huffed, but smiled.

"I'll give you each a copy now, but I'll leave a few copies inside where you can find them, just in case," she said.

"Were we like this?" mom asked dad.

"I'm not answering that!" he wisely replied.

We all relaxed and just enjoyed the summer air and each other's company. It was getting late so we asked Janet if she'd like to go. We didn't want to take too much advantage of her.

Janet left and soon after, mom and dad did, too. Nothing about our relationship was mentioned. I wasn't sure if that was good or bad, actually. We thanked them profusely, adding in hugs and kisses.

"See you Friday," they both said, and they drove off.

"Well, that went pretty well!" Chrissie smiled. "Let's get the kids in and get this place sorted," she smiled.

"First. Work? How was it? Did you get everything sorted you wanted to?" I asked.

"Yep. Em and I are ahead of ourselves, which is good, so my guilt levels have come down a bit. I just need to get everything here

sorted then we can sit down and start relaxing," she laughed.

"You sort the kids, I'll sort out this mess, all right?" I asked.

"Thanks, Tom," she said and kissed me. "Kids? Bathtime! Let's go," she called to them.

They both came running in, almost knocking me over.

In an hour, all was calm. Kids had been washed, preened, read to and laid down. The kitchen looked damn ear pristine, except for the smell of minced lamb and spices.

I poured Chrissie a glass of white and I nearly emptied my bottle of

Lagavulin.

I must remember to pick up a few bottles in London. The price here was exorbitant! I thought.

"All right, so, all set for packing and all? I assume you have a list

for that, too?" I laughed.

"Don't tease me now, Tom. I don't want to laugh!" she smiled.

"So. Tomorrow. Do you have a shopping list and all?" I asked.

"What do you think, Tom?" she snickered.

"Okay, I'll just shut up and pour us another drink, all right?"

"Perfect, Tom..."

We sat on the couch and sank into it, our bodies and emotions slowly slunk away. I wondered if our life together was always going to be so fraught. Time would tell...

Chrissie's phone rang and she picked it up. I could hear Emily's voice on the other so I got up, kissed her head and went to our bedroom.

I gathered my papers and work things and packed those up. It would leave us more time tomorrow to settle everything, although I could be packed, and out the door is twenty minutes!

Chrissie walked into the bedroom after a while. She caught me up on the latest saga. David and she were cordial tonight, it seemed. Emily had relaxed so wasn't exceptionally emotional, bless her, and David knew he was fucked, so he needed to be nice. He agreed to move out soon, leaving Emily a bit stressed, but, at least, he was leaving. Splitting up the proceeds of their years together would be dealt with another day, but Emily knew she was secure at least.

Chrissie slid in between the soft sheets and moved to me, her head

finding its rightful place. She put some music on, low, and we both

fell asleep, another long day behind us.

Chapter 27

Thursday Morning

One more day!

Chrissie woke before me, and it was her turn to be creepy. I woke to her bright eyes staring at me. It could have been worse, though.

Her arm crept over my body, softly touching my bare chest.

"Morning, sweetheart," she sighed.

"Morning to you, too," I smiled.

We leaned into each other, our lips missing each other for the last eight hours. My hand felt the softness of her camisole. I preferred the length of Chrissie's camisoles versus the chemise, but I wouldn't be complaining about either. My hand stroked the fabric, moving down to her still-covered ass.

"I...I should be okay... later?" she smiled, lifting her ass, my hand rising as she did so. I gave her butt a small, but loving swat. Her sweet smile lifted my heart, and cock.

She pulled herself onto me, her warm breath, and mouth, waking me.

"Last day," she giggled. "Then we'll be London!" she nearly yelled. "I...I just can't wait, Tom," she sighed.

We just held each other, both our hands exploring each other, in case we had forgotten what we felt like during our sleep.

"Shower? Before the kids wake?" she asked.

I pushed the covers away, smiling at this woman in my bed.

"Someone's eager, eh?" she laughed. "Okay, let's go..."

We crept into the shower, both of us aware that our reverie could be spoiled at any moment. I guess that's family life.

We closed and locked the door, just in case. I turned the shower on

and Chrissie walked in after me. Her arms came around my waist, the soft mist falling over our naked bodies. We stood there, just holding each other, in this peaceful solitude, and basked in each other's bodies.

I grabbed the cloths and gel, and slowly drenched my sister. I loved watching the thick liquid flow down her body, covering her breasts, and watching the trail slide down her body. I tenderly brought the cloth to her face and wiped the sleep from her eyes, Chrissie softly moaning with every pass. Chrissie squeezed the bottle on my chest and the gel oozed out. She used her hands instead, wiping my body down, almost like an Abstract Impressionist would a

canvas. She grasped my cock in her slippery hands, and stroked my hard staff, her eyes never leaving mine. I saw the playful glare of her eyes. Chrissie slowly fell to her knees, her eyes never leaving mine.

I looked down, and watched the way she lovingly lifted my meaty cock, and looked at it, murmuring something unheard. I calmed down and let my stomach relax, waiting for the morning relief to come. Chrissie only held me, she didn't stroke me, as if she knew what I wanted. One of my hands went to her head, and laid on her now-soaked hair. Chrissie could feel my prick pulse and a stream of soft yellow piss flowed out. The first flow streamed onto her face, warm and acrid. She directed the pee all over her body, then lifted it so it would flow over her face again.

"Ahhh, Chrissie...fuck....ahhh," is all I could say as my sister held me, spraying herself.

Chrissie opened her mouth, and pointed my cock at it, more piss almost filling her mouth. I saw it ooze from her mouth immediately but damn, I loved the gesture. She took my hardness and slapped her face, loving the feeling of its firmness against her cheek. My pee stopped flowing, just a few errant drops now, and Chrissie

opened her mouth and took me.

One hand went to my stomach, and the other stroked my prick. Her head bobbed up and down, her wrist twisting around the hard

shaft. I placed one hand on the wall and the other gently on her

head. I pushed my cock into her mouth, Chrissie gagging and

reprimanding me with a gentle tap on my body.

My cock slipped from her warm, welcome mouth as she licked up and down the stiff dick, lovingly sucking each full ball in kind. I spread my legs, giving her the room she needed to suck them both.

Chrissie slipped my balls from her mouth and looked up at me, smiling coyly. She took my cock again and put her mouth over my eager head, stroking my length and sucking just the glans,

leaking pre-cum from my flowing head. I was so fucking close. I could feel her hands grasp my balls and squeeze them, just a bit.

She could feel my cock pulse and the girth suddenly expand. The first strong gush hit her mouth and she swallowed it. She continued to stroke me, but pulled her mouth off the head. She held it and I came again, painting her face with the thick, oozy cum. I flicked my hips out, forcing my jizz out and covering her, small rivulets of my sperm moving down her perfect face.

Chrissie knew she had emptied me, but lovingly squeezed every drop she could into her mouth. She looked up at me, and opened her mouth. I saw a puddle of cum on her tongue. Teasingly, she closed her mouth and swallowed, exaggerating the erotic move.

Fuck, I thought. That was...

I knelt on the floor next to her and hugged her, whispering, "Thank you, darling," still breathless.

Chrissie just smiled, and leaned in, kissing me. She slipped her

tongue between my lips. She loved me kissing her cum-coated

mouth. And she called me perverted! We were in a heap on the

floor, the misty, water flowing over us. We held each other 'til our

breaths returned.

"I love you, woman," I whispered.

Chrissie wiped her mouth, and whispered back, "I love you, Tom.

So much," and kissed me again.

"Feel better now, Tom?" she smirked.

I smacked her ass...hard. She knew my answer.

We re-washed each other, and had to start the day.

We tenderly dried each other off, lightly touching each other, connecting and reaffirming our love.

She shushed me out the door, a robe haphazardly around my body. I padded over to the spare bathroom and regained my composure, somehow. I assumed this would be our routine once a month. If it saved Chrissie any perceived embarrassment, that's fine.

I crept back to our bedroom and threw on a pair of jeans and a checkered shirt, my go-to apparel many years ago. I headed out, Chrissie still in the bathroom, and started breakfast for us.

An hour later, we were sorted and Janet arrived to do the school run. We had the day to ourselves, or rather I did. It was Chrissie that needed all day to pack!

Chrissie had dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans and a pale white blouse, looking elegant and sexy at the same time. She laughed when she saw what I wearing.

"I thought you had grown out of checks?" she laughed. "It's been years since I saw you wearing any of that!"

"I still have my stash of checks. Hey, it could be gingham or

lumberjack shirts so, give me a break," I laughed. "I think I can still carry off a check with a certain aplomb!" I smirked.

"You think? Hmm," she giggled.

She came to me and put her arms around my neck, her eyes full of life.

"Have I told you lately just how much I love you, Tom?" she asked,

knowing the answer full well.

"I certainly hope so, darling," I smiled. She smacked my ass. I didn't give the correct answer.

I pulled her tight ass to me, pulling her onto me. My fingers swiftly swooned through her red hair, revelling in the softness. I couldn't help but kiss this beautiful woman. I knew, in the back of my mind, that we had so many barriers in front of us, but so long as Chrissie had turned over that proverbial 'new leaf', our lives were going to be wonderful.

We thought we'd head out and re-stock the larder and fridge.

Shopping. How domestic, eh? I thought.

Chrissie had her list ready. No surprises there. She drove to the grocery store. I was amazed at the amount of 'junk' on the shelves. Don't get me wrong, a lot of the same crap is in every British store but, my God, no wonder!"

I was the elected trolly guy and dutifully followed her, but with her firm ass to follow, I had no complaints. It took her an hour to load everything she thought they would need for two weeks. I had a feeling we'd be eating much of this when we returned!

We returned home, unpacked and unloaded everything. Everyone would be fed, at the very least. Chrissie decided to begin packing, giving us time to pootle about later. I picked up one of Chrissie's art history books and relaxed. It felt like a day off to me! I decided to keep my nose out of her packing. It would only cause aggro if I got involved.

Around eleven, we decided to head over to see Emily. The drive

into the city was wonderful, the breeze flowing through Chrissie's

hair and my hand on her toned thighs. We stopped off and grabbed a selection of Thai food for Emily, her favourite.

We parked up and walked into the Institute, Chrissie flashing her badge, as if that was necessary, but still.

I led Chrissie down the hallways, although she had to use her pass

to get us through some doors. We arrived at her office, where Emily was working. She opened the door with a huge smile on her face.

Emily shrieked and ran towards us.

"What...what are you doing here?" she asked, excited but pleased to see us.

"Lunch! We brought you lunch...and us, but mainly you!" Chrissie said.

"Thank you both! That's so...so nice," she sighed.

We pulled up chairs and had a lovely lunch. Just the three of us. We caught up with the latest chapter of the David and Emily story.

It was early days, but Emily seemed happier, more certain and

focused. I was thrilled for her.

We swapped stories, relaxed and just enjoyed each other's

company. Emily stopped us chatting, and said to us, "I know you both are SO busy today with packing and everything, but I...I just want to say 'thank you' again. This...this means the world to me," she sighed.

"I'm...I'm going to miss you two," she said, her face turning sad. "Hurry back?" she asked.

We helped Emily clear up and thought it best to let her get back to work. No need to overstay our welcome, but I doubt that had entered her mind. Chrissie gave her one more long hug, and we headed for the door.

"Are you still coming 'round tonight?" Chrissie asked. "We'll be in if you're at a loose end."

"I'll...I'll see how it goes at home, all right? I'll call nonetheless. Have a wonderful trip if I don't see you."

We waved and headed down the corridor, Chrissie's hand firmly in

mine.

"You do know I'm going to fuck you when we get in?" she gasped.

"Not before I do you, sweetheart," I smiled.

We headed back to suburbia. Chrissie was simply ecstatic. She so enjoyed Emily and me becoming close. She was so delighted with the two people she loved, showing their love. It was almost a

vicarious thrill to her. It seemed she didn't have that jealousy gene that most people possess. It was something I couldn't quite grasp, but did I need to? There was still this nagging in my head. What was it about her relationship with Emily that she couldn't let go?

We arrived home and Chrissie started her packing. She was so excited! I made myself useful by staying out of her way.

I sat and read and heard only low mutters and suitcases being tossed around. I had to see what was going on. I looked into the bedroom and there were clothes scattered all over.

Dare I say ANYTHING, I thought?

"Uh, Chrissie...if you forget anything, we can always go shopping" I said, with hesitation.

"GO!" was the only word she said.

I went...

The kids would be back soon, so I started dinner with a few of the ingredients Chrissie had bought. I thought I would make it easy, so we could spend time with one another, being as we wouldn't see

them for two weeks.

I threw together a mild chicken curry, something I wasn't sure they had before, but took a chance. I made some naan bread to finish it off, all set to be cooked as soon as they came home. The smells brought Chrissie out from our room, interrupting her packing.

"Whatcha cookin', Tom," she asked.

"Just dinner. I've made plenty in case Janet wants any if she even wants to stay. If not, the kids will have curry for the next few days," I laughed.

"I'm getting there! Just a bit longer and I should be sorted. If not, you can take me to this M&S, whatever that is!" Chrissie giggled.

"What time is our flight?"

"We need to be at O'Hare by three. BA leaves at five, okay? We can hit the duty-free before we board," I said.

Chrissie finally finished packing just as the kids and Janet walked in. Janet stayed and helped Chrissie bathe and read to the kids. It was so nice of her to pitch in. At least she could pass on a few tips to the parents, if they needed any. We finally said goodbye to her around nine.

The shower revived me so I laid in the comfortable bed waiting for Chrissie. I 'forgot' to wear my pyjamas. Damn!

Chrissie came in, not too long after.

"How's Emily?" I asked.

"She's fine. David packed a case and left, saying he would return tomorrow night so they could hash out any settlement. Emily

retained a lawyer today, luckily. I did ask her not to sign or do anything drastic until we returned. Was that okay?" she asked, unsure of what she had asked.

"Of course it is! My God, you don't want to see her getting burned

in this. He has an expensive lawyer, no doubt," I said, sarcastically.