Take Me, Tom Pt. 31-32

"Shall we, uh, have dessert upstairs, Tom?" I asked, as seductively as I could manage.

I gather it was enough, because he immediately paid the bill, and grabbed

my hand. I could only giggle.

Tom POV

I practically dragged Chrissie to the flat. I still had so much to tell her about today, but her glow and happiness had me to put that off for now.

Markus waved to us, as we hurriedly walked through the lobby to the lift. I pushed the button for the thirty-third floor, and pushed Chrissie against the wall, my hands grasping her ass, and lifting her up. I held her against my hardness, and pushed into her groin. After the day I had, I needed her. I could feel Chrissie's passion, too. Whether it was the prospect of Emily moving in with us, or just her insatiable desire to make love, I didn't care at this point. I pushed her against the wall, again, and she held on to me. We kissed wildly, Chrissie practically ripping the buttons from my shirt.

"Fuck me, Tom," she moaned.

I was going to.

The bell 'dinged' and we quickly pulled apart, smoothing our clothes down. I

grabbed her hand as soon as the doors slid open. We all but ran down the

hallway to my door. I fumbled with the keys, and pushed the door open, Chrissie right beside me.

I slammed the door, as Chrissie ran across the room, kicking her shoes off, and pushing the bedroom door open. I saw her dress fly up as she jumped on the bed.I was taking my shirt off with every step, and loosened my belt, unzipping my trousers as I walked into the bedroom. Chrissie lay there, seductively playing with the hem of her dress, lifting it up, then smoothing it down.

"Fuck me, baby. Now," she almost pleaded.

I knelt on the bed, Chrissie between my legs. My hands followed her stockinged legs up, and slipped under her dress, touching her panties. Chrissie had her fingers in her mouth, coyly looking at me. My head drifted under her dress, and stopped at her panty-covered pussy. I laid my mouth on her soft, skimpy garment, and kissed it. I could feel Chrissie's hands on my head, the thin material of her dress blocking her fingers.

My God, she smelled so good.

I pulled away suddenly, and stood up, my hand out, grasping hers. I lifted her from the bed, and slowly stripped her new dress off her shoulders. I was going too slow so Chrissie took over, unbuttoning as many fasteners as needed to get the dress off. She slivered out of the dress, as it dropped from her body to the floor.

I pushed her back onto the bed, Chrissie giggling the whole time. I lowered my boxers, naked now in front of her, my desire noticeable.

I delicately grasped both sides of her panties, and slowly pulled them over her thighs, and down her legs. I brought them to my nose and inhaled, Chrissie gasping a small, "Ohhh," and smiling.

I slowly leant my body back between her legs. I grasped my cock, and squeezed the pulsing piece, my pre-cum dripping onto her pussy. I rubbed the thick juices between her labia, my cock pressing into her, my glans just slipping over her hooded clit.

Chrissie's hands were on my stomach, urging me to take her. I slapped her pussy, once, twice, maybe three times and placed it at her wet entrance.

Chrissie looked at me, with heavy eyes, and whispered, "Fuck me, brother,"

and I slid into her. She cried out, in pain or pleasure I wasn't sure, but I was

in her.

"That's...that's...it Tom...God...just..." she moaned.I pulled her bra down, her small breasts now on view, their fullness spurring me on. Chrissie grasped her nipples and pulled on each, eliciting more erotic sounds from between her glossy lips.

I laid my body on hers, looking at her, my fingers grasping her hair, as I pumped myself inside her. My hips were flexing, back and forth, just sliding and using my sister's cunt. My strokes intensified, coming quicker, with more urgency.

"That's it, Tom," she regaled me, "Fuck me...just like..."

I pummeled my poor sister, my hips slapping onto hers, the sound reverberating around the room. The room smelled of sex, not love. Chrissie wrapped her legs around my waist, accepting the hard fucking I was giving her. Her groin never gave up, she just kept pushing up, every time my hardness invaded her. I could feel, just, her nails on my chest, almost digging into me, as I fucked her. We both knew we wouldn't last, but that wasn't what we needed. We needed to release our frustration and bodies on each other.

I leant up on my hands, and scissored into her, sliding my hips sideways, filling this beautiful creature with my brotherly meat. My cock could feel every part of her valley, sliding between those luscious lips, and leaking inside her.

I could feel Chrissie grasping me, using her pussy like her gorgeous mouth. I leant over and bit her neck, Chrissie shuddering, moaning then cumming on my prick. At her first spurt, I let loose and filled her, my seed spilling deep inside her. I knew she could feel the forceful streaming, my balls emptying inside her. Her hips lurched up, trying to take me deeper. I only pressed her back down on the bed, my hips thrusting and shooting my manly fluid inside her, Chrissie screaming with every warm ejaculation. My hand went around her neck, and I squeezed as I squirted the last splash inside her.

I fell on Chrissie's chest, her breasts heaving, her nipples firm and perky. She slapped my back, moaning her gratifying thanks. I smiled. It was my pleasure, certainly.

We looked at each other, and smiled. My hand swept through her tangled hair, gazing at her shiny, but glazed eyes. Her hand came softly to my cheek, resting there, the warmth giving me back some strength. I leant up, and our lips met in a tender kiss.

"Where did that come from?" I chuckled.

"Dunno," she sighed, barely able to put syllables two together. "But I'm sure

glad it did," she giggled. "Kiss me, Tom," she beckoned.

I unclasped her bra, setting free those two small orbs. She sighed with relief, and laughed.

"Feel better, darling," she whispered to me.

"So much so," I smiled. "Thank you..."

"Tom...anytime, okay? You know how much I fucking love you!" she sighed.

We moved up the bed and laid our heads on the pillows. I pulled her over onto my chest. The world always seemed kinder with Chrissie on my chest.

I caught her up with work. I mentioned that Jeremy may know someone in the Home Office to facilitate visas, just in case. I told her I would need, possibly, four. He just gave me a funny look, but said he would look into it for me.

I explained, "Most people who come in with a tourist visa can only stay for ninety days, and that we would need work and 'leave to stay' visas, or it may not be worth our living here. That would make things easier," I said.

"Hmmm," Chrissie sighed. "I guess that's a hurdle we cross, as and when.

But, like you said this morning, let's face this day, or this week, but prepare

for any 'what ifs', okay?" she said, cheerfully.

I told her, "Ben, my friend whom you'll meet soon, has bought my car. I was pleased he had bought it, but would rather I still had it," I said, somewhat dejectedly.

"Tom, if you REALLY want another Porsche, get one! At least the steering wheel will be on the correct side," she laughed.

"Realistically, nah. It won't work. I need to be practical. I'm growing up, Chrissie!" I chuckled.

"As if..." she laughed. "THIS I have to see," she smiled, and kissed me.

"Let's get cleaned up and watch the sunset, okay," she asked.

I helped her up, and we both walked into the bathroom, washing our faces, and a quick brushing of both hair and teeth. We kept nudging each other's shoulders to stop the other from hogging the basin. Her infectious smile

thrilled me. Chrissie finished first. She came behind me, wrapped her arms

around me, and laid her head on my back. I had never been loved like this before. I need to hang onto this.

I threw on an old shirt, and a pair of shorts. Chrissie had changed into a skimpy vest and her leggings.

She had poured herself wine, and a small tumbler of whisky for me. We sat on the sofa, facing the fading lights of another day. I put on some music and Chrissie told me all about her visit to the Tower. I loved hearing her recall her day. It was as if I was there with her.

I asked if she would like to have a small dinner party this week. I'd like her to meet a few of my friends before we left London.

"Yes, Tom! Definitely! I...I...could do the cooking. What do you want? I'd be happy to put it together for you. Is that all right?" she asked, excitedly.

"That would be wonderful, Chrissie. Shall I leave the menu to you, too?" I asked, hopefully.

"If you trust me, yes. When?" she asked.

"Hmmm, about the only time would be Sunday lunch? We have plans for

Saturday night so that won't work. A nice Sunday lunch would be wonderful,

I think."

"Leave it to me, Tom. I'll run the menu through you. Give me a day or two?"

she asked.

"Perfect, darling. Are you calling Emily tonight?" I asked.

"Probably, not. I hadn't planned on it. I did listen to your concerns, Tom, and I'm working with you on this. These two weeks are for us," she smiled.

"I have the removal firm coming Thursday to give a quote. They'll have the job, but it's more to get a feel for how much is here. They'll pack and ship everything, so all I'll need to do is point out what goes. They do the rest. These two weeks are going to fly by!" I sighed.

"Don't, Tom. As much as I miss the kids, and Em, I don't want this to end!" she moaned.

"We can always come back for a visit, okay? The three of us! Or the four of us if it works out that way."

"Awww, Tom. You mean that, don't you?" she smiled.

"So, did you see anything for mom and dad today? These gifts are on your broad shoulders, ya know? If push comes to shove, why not head back to Liberty's and pick up a nice scarf for everyone? It's an option," I said.

"Good backup, Tom. Yes, that'll work if we don't find anything else. Good idea! My God, you DO surprise me at times!" she giggled.