Take Me, Tom Pt. 36-40

I thought I would drive home via Regents Park, a bit out of our way, but a nice to visit any time of the day. I pulled up to a secluded area, and turned the engine off. Chrissie looked at me and smiled. She opened the car door, and stepped out, walking to the front and motioning to me with a finger to get out and come to her. She seductively sat on the bonnet, leaning back with her hands supporting her. She was shaking her head, shaking her hair all over her shoulders. She looked adorable. I stood in front of her, grasped her body, and pulled her off the car and into my arms. I pulled her onto me with my hands on her ass, Chrissie moaning almost silently.

"Thank you for tonight, Tom. I really enjoyed myself. You have some wonderful friends, darling. Now. Kiss me," she urged me.

We slowly kissed, my tongue slipping between her lips easily. I could feel her grinding her hips into me, her urgency noticeable. Her hands were on my belt, slowly unbuckling it, and lazily undoing the button on my jeans. I felt the zipper undone as Chrissie's small hands delved in, and felt my hardness. I moaned in her ear and licked it, sucking her little lobe into my mouth.

"Whatcha gonna do, Tom? Hmm?" she said, sultrily.

"I'm going to fuck my...fiancée," I hissed.

It was Chrissie's turn to moan.

My hands slowly pulled her dress up, inch by inch, teasing my sister whilst we kissed. Chrissie stealthily looked around and pulled my now-hard cock out, slowly stroking it to its desired length. I pushed her back onto the car's bonnet, still warm from the drive. Her legs were spread, her hands holding her at a slight angle. I pulled her off the vehicle, Chrissie moaning at what I was doing. I knelt and looked up at her as my hands touched her legs, and leisurely moved up. I felt one hand on my shoulder, Chrissie trying to steady herself. My fingers drifted behind her, cupping her panty-covered ass. My fingers squeezed her little orbs, so pliant and soft. I grabbed her silky panties' edges and casually pulled them over her butt, my fingers following the edges as I pulled down the front.Chrissie's other hand went to my head, holding her firm as I slipped the lacy material

down her legs. I slipped them through her feet, and held them up to her. She could only smirk, and giggle.

I rubbed them across her face, Chrissie's head thrown back now, her neck barred for me. I threw them on the bonnet. Looking at her, I lifted her dress as one of her hands grasped my cock gain. I lifted the material around her waist, and pushed her back. The angle Chrissie was laying was not going to deter us. I slid my cock along her glistening labia. I had my hands on her hips, holding her dress up, as I slapped her pussy several times.

"C'mon, buster. Whatcha waitin' for. Fuck me..." Chrissie breathed.

I chuckled, Chrissie smiled her wicked grin, and I slid into her, feeling her body tighten as I did so. Because of the angle of the bonnet, I had to almost lay on her, hoping it would support our weight. Chrissie lifted her legs around me, causing her to slowly slide down the warm, carbon fibre, giggling as she did so. She scooted her dress from underneath her, her ass now giving us the friction we needed.

I sunk myself inside her, and slowly pulled out, leaving just the crown of my glans inside her. I felt her lurch forward, so I slumped into her, my hardness holding her still on the car. I kept myself inside and began the slow pistoning of her now puffy labia. We still couldn't connect, the angle wasn't working. I pulled out of her warm cunt, much to her dismay, I pulled her up.

"Tom! What... aren't you...?" she gasped.

I turned her around, forcing her hands onto the bonnet. Chrissie turned her head, and smiled at me. I flipped her dress up, her bare ass open to me. I could hear her giggle as I slid my cock between her legs, sliding along the ridge of her labia. Chrissie took one hand from the carbon fibre, and grabbed my hardness in her tiny hand. I moved my hips with her motion, and slid inside her, Chrissie's fingers sliding along its length until I was buried in her. Chrissie placed her hand back, and steadied herself. [This was better, I thought.] I smiled to myself, and thrust into her waiting and welcoming pussy. I could still hear her little, erotic giggles as I pulled myself out, and pushed back into her sheath.

I leaned over and grabbed Chrissie's worn panties, and slipped them between her lips. I grasped her hips, and fucked my sister. Her tight, little butt was heaving up to match every stroke I gave her. I could only hear my deep breaths, and her little sounds. My legs were bent because of the slant of the hood, but I persevered in pleasuring my big sister. I ploughed to and fro, her soaked pussy oozing her juices all over the cool casing of the car. Neither of us would last long as my shaft was at an angle that brought more sensations to her.

Chrissie kept up her frantic motions, pushing her ass onto me, sliding out of her wetness, and then thrusting myself back into her. I looked down at the beautiful sight of my cock pistoning through her, her tight butt so inviting. I felt her tight muscles grasping and stroking my cock in her wet sheath. I felt Chrissie's stomach contract, and she came, my groin soaked with her sap. I felt my balls contract, and I shot a long stream of my warm, musky sperm deep inside her. With every surge, Chrissie would moan as she felt the intense cum rush inside her. My hands were on her subtle hips, me staring at how her butt was engulfing me, each gush of my spunk leaking out of her filled valley, 'til she lay still and let me finish her off. I leaned over on her back, holding her firmly against the surface. My hands grasped her sides, squeezing and touching her. I pulled myself up, and gingerly began to

lift Chrissie's spent body off the hood, her gasping for air, and trying to stand. I helped her up, her dress falling and hiding her immodesty from any passerby. We looked at each other, and we broke out in raucous laughter, her grabbing my head and pulling me in, her lips, so soft and still glossy, kissing me. We held each other, and continued to giggle.

"Not too uncomfortable?" I asked, chuckling.

"I think you broke my back, Tom!" she snickered. "Never again with THIS car!" she gasped, moving her body around to relieve the creakiness. "It was a wonderful idea, in theory!" she laughed.

We held each other and looked out over the park, both of us probably looking for anyone who may have enjoyed our late-night tryst. I helped her into the more comfortable seat after pulling her panties up. I took a look at the bonnet to see if we had left any marks. We sat in the car, took a deep breath, and laughed again. This wasn't how our sessions typically ended, but laughter was called for. We kissed as we sat there, trying to compose ourselves. In time, I started the engine, and we roared off home.

"So...all things considered, a good night?" I asked, still chuckling at our

encounter.

"Well, I thought we'd end it with a bit more amour, but, all things considered," she laughed even more. "But yes, I absolutely loved it, Tom. Thank you so much. You work with some amazing people. After breaking their initial reluctance, they were so welcoming. They really like you...and not because of your accent! I was touched that the man I'm so in love with is held in such high regard by the people he works with. I see how you're going to miss them. You have some real friends there, Tom," she said.

"We've been through a lot together. In this business, it's uncommon to work for and with each other. Sure, we all hustle to bring in the big clients, but we are always there to support each other. This is why I why so taken with Holloway. It's highly competitive, certainly, but we're there for each other, too. I love the culture they have fostered. We don't mind the long hours and the stress. We're really in it together," I sighed.

"You're so lucky, Tom. I see why you don't want to leave. Who knows, six, nine months you may be back," she said.

We made it home an hour later, and let ourselves in. When we finally made it to the flat, we collapsed on the sofa, kicking our shoes off, and falling onto each other.

"Thirsty? Hungry?" I asked.

"I wouldn't mind a three a.m. snack. Whatcha got?" she asked.

I grabbed her hand, and practically dragged her to the kitchen. We both began opening, then closing cabinet doors, searching for that one thing that would finish the night off. Chrissie found her popcorn, so she deserted me to fend for myself. I figured she'd share, so I walked back to the front room, pouring myself a whisky. I asked Chrissie if she wanted a sip. She brought the glass to her nose and inhaled. Nope, she didn't want one.

After a short time, I felt Chrissie's head on my shoulder, her eyes closed, and soft murmurings coming from her mouth. I stood up, put her snack away, lifted her light body into

arms, and carried her to our bed. I laid her down, and pulled the duvet back. I undid the buttons on her dress and then carefully unzipped the back. I slid the dress, awkwardly, down and off her body. I undid her small bra, unclipping and pulling her almost lifeless arms through the straps. I left her matching panties on as I wrapped her in the cool covering, stripped myself and clambered into bed, moving against her.

We slept...

Chapter 39

A week. We had been here just over a week. I lay awake, near dawn, and thought of all we had accomplished, but, more importantly, how deeper our connection was. I couldn't ask for more, except for my concerns, perhaps even doubts, about Emily becoming part of us. Our evenings FaceTiming had cooled off. Whether Chrissie had spoken with her, or not, I was unsure. I was just happy that we all had taken that step back giving us, probably me more than anyone, time to see if what's we really needed, much less wanted. [Just another week, I thought.] I turned my head, gazing at my sister. Her red hair appeared to be more tousled than normal. I hadn't felt her tossing or turning during the night, but, tangled hair or not, she looked so desirable. It was still too early to wake her, so I crept closer, wrapped my arm around her, and fell back into the slumber I had been in.

I woke an hour later, Chrissie still murmuring and sighing in her peaceful dreams. I slipped from the bed, and padded quietly to the bathroom. I brushed and put my robe on, walking into the quiet of the kitchen. I made tea, walked to the spacious windows, and looked over the city that had been my home for two years. I was going to miss this. I thought of all the obstacles that I had put in my way, all because I had fallen in love with my sister. I smiled to myself, thinking, [Yeah. She's worth the upheaval.] But still, I'd miss this view, this city, and yes, the friends I had made.

I put my empty cup on the counter, and walked back to the bedroom. Chrissie had not moved. I sensed she could not handle her alcohol. I'd keep that in mind for the future! I grabbed my phone and picked a playlist of some easy, ambient music, and adjusted the volume to 'low'. I lifted the duvet, and slid in, her warmth floating over my body. She was facing me, her soft, morning breath, drifting over my face. I gently laid my hand on her panty-covered ass and held her. Such a simple action immediately quelled any doubts. Yes. She was worth it.

I lay there and looked at her. She'd call it creepy. I called it endearing. I looked at her and remembered how utterly impressed I was with her meeting with Matthew. I had always known she was a force to be reckoned with, but to see how she grew in stature when she was in one of these situations, impressed me. I knew that she hadn't grown into her position at the Art Institute by brains and education alone. I felt optimistic about her next meeting, Monday.

She began to stir, and not because of my boring eyes. Her eyes were half-opened. I smiled at her. Her left hand came to my face, and she half-heartedly pushed me away. I chuckled as quietly as I could, as she pulled the duvet under her chin, and closed her eyes. I let the soft music and the rising sun wake her, thinking that any amorous advances would not be appreciated this morning.

I moved my hand from the comfort of her soft butt, and moved it to her hair, my fingers

tenderly 'combing' her locks. I swore I saw a tiny smile, but didn't push things. The

moody, 'chilled out' music was in the background, as I continued to caress her hair. Chrissie broke into a faint smile, my fingers and music probably the best way to wake her after our late evening. I felt her shuffle a bit closer to me, her left arm crawling back under the duvet, and onto my arm and back. She reluctantly opened her eyes, and looked at me, then closed them again.

"Morning, darling," I whispered.

She mumbled something. I assumed it was positive. Her hand stroked my arm, her touch warm and light. I felt her legs moving around, finally intertwined with mine. I bunched her hair up in my hand, and teasingly applied pressure, as if I was going to pull it.

She smiled, and whispered a tiny, "Mmm,".

I released it and went back to slowly combing it. Her eyes were still closed. I moved my right arm from her hair, and let it drift back under the duvet.

I heard her moan a low, "Nooo,".

I brought my left hand under her head and grasped her hair again. A low, "Mmm," came from her tiny smile. My warm hand swept over her naked torso, caressing her shoulders, and her back, as my fingers lightly stroked her skimpy panties. I could feel her legs moving about, sliding along the material of the duvet, and my legs. She shifted herself closer to me, our bodies touching now. I leaned in, and kissed her toasty cheek.

"Morning, darling," she whispered, as her eyes opened, her smile glowing.

I leaned in and kissed her. Her grip on my arm was tighter now, her legs sliding around, as if these were new sheets that she revelled in the feeling. I moved the hair from her eyes, and whispered, "How're you feeling?"

"Mmmm, better now, darling," she smiled.

"Coffee?" I asked.

"Not yet, thanks. Just...just stay here. With me."

"Always, sweetheart," I replied, as she grinned at me.

I cupped her cheek in my hand and kissed her lips again, her mouth responding in kind. She moved the few inches to my chest, her small breasts squashing against me. I pulled her warm butt onto my covered cock, and left her there. Our kisses were gentle and affectionate, the urgency ever so slowly building. I felt her hand on my face, warmly stroking it, her fingers light and fragile. My fingers, still holding her ass against me, played with the edges of the material, temptingly sliding into her panties. I could feel Chrissie squirm and moan. Nothing overt, but a squirm and a moan, nonetheless.

"I love waking with you, Chrissie. Every day."

"Ohh, Tom," she sighed, and kissed me firmer. "Every day," she whispered.

My right hand was holding onto her tiny ass, gently squeezing it as I surreptitiously tried

to pull them off. Chrissie rubbed her breasts all over my chest, me loving her little nipples touching mine. I pushed her panties down a bit further, still half-covering her butt, as our kisses became more urgent. Her hand delved down to my pyjamas as she pulled the waistband down, her hands sliding beneath the cotton fabric and her hand encircling my hardness. She slowly stroked me, our kisses never stopping. I pushed her panties down over her ass, and I felt Chrissie pull them down further, past her thighs and legs moving them down. I pushed my pyjamas down over my cock, Chrissie being ever so helpful. I pushed them off with my feet, the duvet shifting to the foot of the bed, too.

Chrissie ground her mound onto my slick shaft. I pulled her on top of me, my cock laying between her furrow. I brought her chest to me, and licked her breasts, my tongue making little circles around each, 'til they found her now erect nipples that I sucked gently into my mouth, applying a bit of pressure on them.

I could feel Chrissie's hips sliding up and down my hard shaft, her breath getting shorter, and shorter, with every wet movement, and with every suck of her breasts. I still had my hands on her tiny ass, helping her slide through my cock. Chrissie's hair was falling on my face and chest, spurring me on more.

She pulled her breast from my lips, and sat up, her hips still gliding along my hardness. She mouthed, "I love you," grasped my cock, and rubbed it along her labia. Chrissie brought her wet hand to my face, wiped it over me, and slipped her fingers into my mouth. I moaned my appreciation. She lifted up, placed it teasingly at her oozing gash, and slipped it inside her. I tried to push my hips up, embedding myself in her, but she was two steps ahead of me, and lifted herself up, leaving just my head inside her. I spanked her ass, with a firm hand. She just smirked at me.

I saw Chrissie rise up on her knees, my cock firm as she slowly fell back unto it. We both sighed. I grasped her small breasts, but she pushed my hands away. She was moving her hips so seductively, as she pulled her nipples.

"Keep your hands to yourself, Tom," she whined. Her pussy was milking my cock, clutching and sliding along my shaft.

Chrissie stopped her urgent moves, sat there, me buried inside her, and just chuckled to me. I felt her clenching her pelvis, like some sort of kegel exercise. She knew I could feel this, and smiled at me.

"Do you like this, Tom? Hmmm?" she teased.

"Damn...Chrissie," I moaned, feeling her cunt grasp and stroke me.

I went to move my hands to her breasts, but again she swatted them away. She leant over me, grasped my arms, stretched them above my head, and whispered, "No, Tom," as she contracted and engaged these muscles. She held my arms over my head, her lips touching mine as we kissed. We moaned in each other's mouths, the vibrations exciting us both.

"Stay!" she groaned, and as she leant back. She slowly rubbed her breasts again, tweaking her nipples with every pass. I wanted only to grab her, touch her, kiss her but this was her little game, so lay there, trying to absorb the agony she was putting me through.

"Do you...like my tits, Tom? Hmmm? Tell me, darling...Do you?" she whispered, not

expecting an answer as she pulled her nipples taut. "How do I feel, darling? Do...I feel...

good...for you?" she groaned, as her hips began to slowly move again, her gushy pussy

making all manner of erotic noises.

Her hands swept through her long, copper-red hair, as she demonstrably swept her pelvis over mine. She could feel me getting harder with every pass. Her teasing never let up. She played with her hair, knowing full well how erotic it was for me. She shook her head, the fiery red swooshing from side to side. Chrissie let her hair fall over her, falling so close to my chest, she whipped her hair back, the object of my desire gone from my grasp. She only smirked at me, as she lifted up, my cock sliding out, then slowly engulfed me again. And again.

My hand came up, and grabbed her around her neck. I squeezed. Chrissie looked at me, but only continued to rub her erect nipples. I squeezed her neck a bit more, holding her firm on my prick. I could feel the tiny gasps escaping from her mouth. Her rhythm increased, becoming more urgent. My fingers crept up from her neck, and wiped across her face, moving her head from side to side. I moved my thumb to her lips, and she opened her mouth, sucking the fat digit in. I could feel her tiny tongue, touching and almost biting me.

I pulled my hand away, and grabbed her neck again. Chrissie's one hand left her breasts, and she grasped my arm, but didn't pull it away from around her slender neck. She held it there, her fingers digging into the flesh. I pressed against her neck a bit more, my cock thrusting into her, her responding my impaling herself on the shaft. I was waiting for 'our' word when I would let go, but she never muttered a sound except for the tiny moans of, 'ahhhhh' with every other breath. Our eyes were locked on one another. The edginess was rising, both close, but waiting for the other to make the first move, to orgasm first.