Take Me, Tom Pt. 36-40

Chrissie's meeting wasn't 'til ten, but thought a good night's rest wouldn't go amiss. We brushed and peed, Chrissie laughing at me when she was sitting on the loo. I behaved.

"Can I wear your shirt to bed, Tom? I know it's not quite what your fingers are used to, but...I want your scent on me," she coyly said.

"You can always wear my scent, Chrissie," I smirked.

"You're such a teasing fucker, Tom," she giggled, as she pulled back the duvet and slid in.

I slid in on the other side as Chrissie shimmied over to me, her right leg moving over my

left thigh. My left hand cupped her bare ass, fingers buried between her globes. Chrissie's fingers went to my face, pulling me into her tight embrace. What began as slow and gentle turned more robust and urgent. My fingers stroked her ass, sending little whimpers from her mouth.

"Does my brother need to use my pussy? Hmm, Tom. Do you need to use me? You can, you know. Whenever you need to, darling," she whispered seductively in my ear.

"You're such a little cunt, Chrissie," I laughed.

"I am, Tom. For you...I am. Please go on, use me. I'll turn over and just...take me. Go on. I can feel you want to," she said, huskily, her fingers stroking my pyjama-covered hardness. "Cum in me, brother. Put that beautiful baby inside me. I want it, Tom. I want your baby inside me," she moaned, her fingers now stroking my cock that she had manoeuvred out. I ran a single finger through her open cunt, my sister wet and anxious. Again.

I pulled my pyjamas down, my cock in the way. I grasped myself, and slid my shaft through her labia. My sister was oozing. I went to lift her, and take her, and she stopped me.

"Behind, Tom. Take me from behind, baby," she cooed, rolled off me, and moved onto her side, facing away from me. She lifted her left leg as I ran my cock through her gushy slit. I put my head just at her entrance, held her hip and thrust into her. She took me in one lunge, her voice breaking as she groaned loudly on my manhood.

"That's...so...good, Tom. Now...go on...just use me. I...I need you to..." and I threw myself into her, catching her breath in mid-flow.

I had one hand on her hip, squeezing her and holding her tight against my thrusts. My other grasped her full, copper-red hair, and my hands tangled up in it. I pulled her hair with every push, loving watching her head fall back.

"Ohh, Tom... that's... that's...just...harder, Tom...just hard...," she whimpered.

My left hand slid onto her taut stomach, feeling her muscles contract, and subside, with every urgent pulsing of my cock. My hips drove onto her tight ass, loving how she pushed back and took my hardness. I could hear our mixed exertions slapping against us. I moved into her, and held myself there, impaling my sister, my beautiful sister on my manly member.

I taunted her as I held her firm. "Can you feel me, Chrissie? Hmm? Can you feel my cock, darling?" I whispered.

"Ohhh, God...Tom...Yes!" she screamed, as I pulled myself almost out of her, and slid back in.

I'm going to...impregnate you, darling. Hmmm? Do you want my baby inside you? Tell me, Chrissie! Tell me now!" I teased, as I slapped my groin against her ass.

"Now, Tom...give me your...", and her voice turned to sounds. Her long, low 'ahhhs' filled the room.

I moved my hand from her stomach, and slipped into my shirt she was wearing. I grasped

her nipple, and pulled on it, her body quivering, as her pussy milked my prick. I loosened my grasp on her hair, but continued to shaft her. I was so close. I could feel my cock expanding, full of blood, a pulsing vein and my warm sperm. Chrissie felt it, too, pushing back with more enthusiasm until I let loose my rush of virile cum, deep inside her. I could feel Chrissie cum at the same time. My cock pistoned into her, emptying myself into her womb. I could only moan, so close to screaming, as my release surged on, once, twice, three times, filling her soon-to-be fertile valley. I massaged her taut nipple, sending slight vibrations through her body, causing Chrissie to convulse with the surge entering her. I pumped and pumped myself into her until my balls were empty. I pulled her even closer as I stopped, but left my cock firmly embedded deep inside her.

Chrissie was moaning, sweat pouring from her hair, as she slapped my thigh in appreciation. I could hear little, fraught giggles from her mouth. I leaned in and kissed her shoulder, gently nipping her flesh. Chrissie pushed my body off hers, my slippery cock sliding out.

I let out a long groan, her sheath no longer there. I fell on my back, my hand still on her body. Chrissie unceremoniously rolled over, slapped my chest, and moved her head to mine. We looked at each other, both drained and sated, and kissed.

"Thank you, darling. I didn't realize how much I needed that," I laughed.

"Mmmm. My pleasure, sweetheart. I meant it when I said you have me.

Anytime, Tom. Always. I'm in love with you, darling man," she replied. Chrissie slipped out of bed, walked to 'her' drawer, and pulled out a pair of panties, slipping up her wobbly legs.

"Need to keep you there, darling," she giggled.

"C'mere, sweetheart," I beckoned, and held out my arms.

She slid between the sheets, and crawled to me. I took her in my arms, feeling her still-quick-beating heart.

"Chrissie. I'd love to share a baby with you. Our baby, but we need to think this through, darling. I can't see it realistically happening for what, another year at least? We have so much ahead of us to sort. A baby right now would force us into rash decisions. I want it to happen, okay? You're only 36. There's time, sweetheart. In the meantime, we can tease each other, all right? It certainly turns me on!" I laughed.

"It does me, too, Tom. My imagination just takes over my body when you talk like that!" she giggled. "But yes, I agree with you. Maybe a year? I can dream, though, can't I?" she smiled.

"Always, Chrissie," I said.

"Sleep, baby?" I asked.

"Mmmm. I think so now," she sighed, as I turned out the lights, pulled her body to mine, and cuddled into her warm bottom.

"'Night, darling," I whispered.

"Night, darling man," she sighed back.

Chapter 38

Friday and Chrissie's Meeting

The sun rose slowly as we both returned from our peaceful slumber. Chrissie was just opening her eyes just before me. At least I didn't hear her morning call of 'You're creepy'. I missed that. We mumbled to each other, perfectly understanding each other's unintelligible sounds. Chrissie's smile cheered me up as if I needed cheering up, but it was an excellent way to start any day. Our arms fell on each other, neither one having too much energy this morning.

"I get to do this every day now," I smiled, and kissed her little nose.

"Aren't you the lucky one, eh?" she sarcastically replied.

"I am," I said, deflecting her cheeky comment.

"And so am I," she said, and leaned in, kissing me.

I grabbed my phone and put some music on, gently bringing us to some semblance of wakefulness.

"Big day, eh?" I said, stating the obvious.

"I've got this, Tom. I really do. But thank you for all your support. Whatever happens, everything will be good. At the very least, it gives me the experience of an interview; although it's just a meeting, it's really an interview." she said. "Are you making me a Meeting Breakfast," she asked, slyly.

"Not bad, Chrissie. Not that you're guilting me into it, eh?" I laughed.

"Thought I'd try!" she giggled.

"In a while. Let's just lay here, and enjoy the morning," I said.

"Mmmm. That sounds better than a Meeting Breakfast," she said, and we kissed again. "Pee and brush, then back here?" she asked, her covers already thrown off. She had three steps on me before I chased her out of the room, and into the bathroom.

"Someone's slow this morning," she chuckled. "A bit tired from last night?" she teased.

"Humph," I retorted. "That was nuthin'," I smiled.

Chrissie slapped me as she sat down to pee. She looked at me so coyly.

"You know, I've never peed in front of a guy before you! You're turning me into a degenerate," she giggled.

"Chrissie... you've seen nothing yet. Believe me," I said, emphatically.

"I can't wait, Tom," she said, as her bladder emptied.

I finished brushing my teeth, so I moved over before Chrissie barged in, spoiling her fun, no doubt. I took the two steps to the toilet, and flushed my morning cock from my pyjamas. It was Chrissie's turn to ogle me as I tried to pee. I tried to ignore her but couldn't. I'd be damned if I told her this, though. I'd only be setting myself up for a lifetime of harassment. The piss eventually began to flow, and her eyes transfixed on my cock, and the flow of pale-yellow pee.

"You like that, darling?" I smirked.

"More than you know, Tom," she haltingly said.

"Care to...?" I said, holding my empty cock in my hand.

"God! If I HAVE to!" she faux moaned.

Chrissie knelt and took my cock, wet head and all, into her mouth and slurped my member. Her little hand twisted around and squeezed it, her brown eyes looking at me. My fingers crossed her head, and I swept through her messy morning hair. I could feel Chrissie moan a low, "Mmmmm," which my cock responded to.

She took my cock out of her mouth, and, looking at me, sighed, "That's enough. Back to bed," she squealed and ran back to the bedroom.

Fucking tease, I thought.

I walked back into the room; the covers were tight under her chin. She laughed at me, knowing exactly what she had done.

"Bitch," I said, smiling at her.

"Humph," she said, a delicious smile across her makeup-free face.

We lay in bed, playing with each other's hands, faces, and bodies. It was nothing sexual, just playing, touching, and talking. We just relaxed into this comfortable connection we had, and that was growing.

"You know," she said, "I can't see either of us being unfaithful now, and not now. I truly believe we have a better chance of 'lasting' than other couples. We know each other, and we're family. There's this bond, this tie that we inherently have. I love it, Tom," she sighed.

"I agree with you. It's just as it should be. Why do you think people stray then? Why did Carol? How can we have this connection, but I wasn't able to before? I've given some thought, but can only come up with what you just said. It's because we're brother and sister, and to destroy that trust, just isn't possible. I just couldn't hurt you that way. Having that brings me a sense of belonging, security, peace, and connection. I never imagined love would be like this, Chrissie."

"Awww, Tom. That's so sweet," she gushed.

"Hmmm. You being sarcastic?" I asked.

"NO, Tom. I mean it!" she replied, hurt at my words.

"Well, when a woman calls you 'sweet', it's not exactly a compliment," I sighed.

"That's not the way I meant it. Behave, and accept the compliment because that's what it was. Okay?" she said, sharply.

"Gotcha. Compliment accepted," I said.

"You better, buster!"

We lay there and got back on track.

"Breakfast? C'mon, gimme a hand, you lazy tart!" I laughed.

"Tart, eh? I know what that means over here, Tom!" she smiled. "But, I guess I am for you," she chuckled.

"C'mon. Up!"

We moved from beneath the warm shell and stretched.

We grabbed our robes, and headed to the kitchen, and Chrissie opened the cabinets and then the fridge. She plopped the sourdough on the counter, and grabbed the bacon from the fridge. I pulled some veg out of the holder, and we started. I cut, she prepped, and in no time, we each had an omelette, juice and toast ready. We looked out over the almost-silent city, watching the sun slowly rise.

She wasn't nervous, which surprised me. Even though I feel in control before any presentation, a small part of me hopes I have my delivery finessed. This was a massive day for Chrissie, the first to introduce herself to the British recruitment model, and for her future. There was nary a flicker of any doubt with her.

She'll be a lion today, I thought.

Breakfast was relaxed, belying all the emotions going on underneath. We talked, laughed, and just relaxed into the day. Chrissie washed, I dried, and we headed to the bathroom. We needed a shower after last night!

I thought better of the shower, and pulled her into the bedroom, lifting her, and dropping her on the bed. She looked at the clock, then smiled, slipping her robe over her shoulders and onto the floor. She was still wearing my old shirt, but silently slid her panties off her body, holding them.

As I dropped my pyjamas next to them, my robe was on the floor now. My stiff, morning cock stared at Chrissie. I walked to the bed, and Chrissie sat up; and she wrapped her panties around my cock, and slowly stroked me.

"Is this what you used to do to my panties, Tom? Hmmm? Show me, darling. Show me what my brother used to do to my underwear. Go on. Do it, Tom." she said, brazenly and erotically.

I wrapped my cock in her warm panties, and slowly slid the soft material over my cock. Chrissie's finger delved between her legs, lightly parting her labia as she watched me. I took long, languid strokes, staring at my sister. I squeezed myself, pre-cum oozing out

onto her expensive undergarment.

"God, Tom," she sighed. "I wish I could have seen you do that years ago," she groaned, her finger becoming more urgent.

"I would have let you watch me, Chrissie. Knowing that you had worn these would have made me so hard, darling," I teased, although it was true.

"I kept slowly stroking, seeing who would give in first. Chrissie slid another finger between her gash, her hips moving ever slightly.

"Did you use to finger yourself, thinking about me spoiling your panties? Hmm? Tell me, Chrissie. Did you?" I hissed.

"All...all the time, brother. All the time," she groaned.

"Did you cum, Chrissie? Hmm? Did you cum thinking of me filling your little panties with my cum?" "Ohh, fuck, Tom. Yes!!"

I watched as her pussy became wetter, her fingers sloshing around her womanhood, my cock leaking more, staining her soft garment.

Chrissie spread her legs, without saying, and beckoned me to her cunt. I took the half step and leaned between her legs; her scent saturated the room and my senses.

I crawled up her tiny body, my cock leaving a trail of mucous-like fluid on her leg. She grabbed my hips when I was close enough, and pulled me into her. We kissed deeply as my hardness split her lips, and took her.

Her little cries of, "Oooooh," filled the bedroom as she moved her hips to my ass, holding me firm within her. I opened the check shirt she was wearing, her perfect 34A breasts teeming with desire.

As I slid into her again, the little moans of surprise and craving filled her chest. We stroked each other tenderly, our lips kissing, nipping, and biting each other while our hands roamed over each other's bodies. We were consumed with each other, our tempo slow, but inevitable.

"Don't ever stop...Tom," she would sigh.

"I...I could never stop loving you," I'd say in return, as I kept my groin pressing onto her, knowing that her clit would get a little jolt each time I applied pressure.

I buried myself, holding myself firm within her, ignoring her little pleas to fuck. I moved my hips onto her, my cock staying inside, pushing onto her clit, gradually bringing her the release she adored. I talked to her as we moved, our bodies so matched for each other. Telling her what I wanted to do to her, and with her. Telling her how perfect she was for me. Telling her how much I loved her. Her eyes never left mine. I saw the smile, the joy, the relentless love we had for each other. I pulled out, and slammed myself back into her. She smiled. This is what my Chrissie needed. I kept my eyes on hers as I began to fuck her, stroking her with my cock, sliding this way and that, my hands in her red hair, gently tugging it, my lust growing with every thrust.

"Yesss, Tom...just...like..." she moaned.

"Ohhh, Chrissie," I moaned, knowing I was close.

I knew she could feel how close I was. As I grew to know her body. I was pummelling her now, riding my big sister's cunt, looking at the sheen of sweat on her forehead, bending down and licking it. I moved my head, and bit her neck, sending her into her glorious spasm. As she lifted herself and came, I spurted my seed deep inside her, my breath quickening, my eyes closed from the sheer force and exertion. I filled her twice, perhaps three times, emptying myself in her warm womb. I could feel Chrissie's every gush from her pussy, our cum mixing together. I thrust my cock in once more, and laid there on her chest, my breath gasping, my cock securely embedded inside her.

I looked down at her, and we both laughed, both of us moving our hips around to grab any last sensation. We kissed wildly. She slapped my chest playfully, her face rosy from her exertions. My hands swept through her hair, loving the smell emanating from it. Chrissie's legs were splayed out, relaxing now from her efforts.

Much to her dismay, I slipped out of her and laid next to her, our hands entwined, our bodies and hearts close.

"I'll need a shower now, Tom!" she chuckled.

"I thought it would be a good excuse to fuck you," I laughed.

"As if you ever need an excuse!" she giggled.

Chrissie leaned over and kissed me.

"I'm so in love with you, Tom," she smiled.

I slapped her ass and said, "I hope so, darling."

We laid together, catching our breath and revelling in our connection. Idealistically, we couldn't imagine anyone having this in their life, and we knew what we had was special. To us, at least.

Chrissie looked at the clock and then began to get fidgety.

"C'mon. Up. Places to go, people to meet," I smiled.

I followed her into the bathroom, both of us chuckling. She washed my flaccid cock, and I washed her sodden pussy, our fingers tenderly touching each other. I washed her straggly hair as she cleaned mine. We embraced, and kissed, our bodies melding together.

"Thank you, darling," she said at last. "That certainly calmed me down," she giggled.

"I thought you may have needed a little loving to take the edge off. I hope you'll do the same for me at my next presentation," I laughed.

"That's what we're for, Tom. To take care of each other," she sighed.

We eventually dried each other, Chrissie kicking me out so she could finish. I went into

the bedroom, dressed, and readied myself for the day. I had lunch set up at The Fen-

church, in the 'Walkie-Talkie' Building. I had made an open reservation, not knowing how long Chrissie's meeting would last.

I put on a nicer pair of trousers, and a starched, light-blue shirt. I figured Chrissie would be taken aback by my choices. Chrissie walked into the bedroom, clean, and glowing. I had her lingerie all set out on the still-messy bed for the day. She giggled when she saw what I had done.

She wore another pair of her tailored lines trousers and chose a light-blue satin blouse. I'd like to think that was because of my choice, but one never knows! She also had her turquoise necklace on,

the first time she had worn it for a few weeks. I was touched that she brought it along.

She looked beautiful, self-assured, professional and oozing confidence. I would meet Matthew with her, but I left myself open about how long I would stay with them. This was her meeting, not mine. She walked over to me, and affectionately kissed me, careful not to smear her light lipstick. She handed me her tan leather document holder, and asked if was too much. It was an exceptional piece, and it suited her. Inside were all her accreditations and papers, neatly held inside a clear folder, just as lovely as the holder. Chrissie wasn't messing around!

"That'll do nicely, Chrissie. This is a wonderful portfolio, darling. I love it!"