Take Me, Tom Pt. 46-51

"Chloe. No. I'm not going anywhere. What makes you say this, huh?" I asked.

"I don't know. I just see how happy mommy and Aunt Emily are, that's all. I'm glad you're here," she sighed.

"So am I, Little One," I said.

"I'm not so little anymore, Uncle Tom," she laughed.

"You'll always be a Little One to me, Chloe," I said, and kissed her head.

We walked back to our area, Chrissie smiling when she saw us. Emily was off playing with David, so Chloe ran after them. I lay on the blanket with Chrissie and relaxed in the sun and family.

"Did you and Em get any good shots?" she asked.

"We'll find out later, but yeah, I think so. She's pretty good, ya know!" I answered.

"She is, Tom. In so many ways, she's good. There's quite the attraction between you two," she said, stating the obvious.

"There is, Chrissie. Ya can't deny that. We still need to take these small steps, though. Kissing is one thing. Anything more can't happen...yet," I said, honestly.

"I can't wait to watch you when you make love to her for the first time, Tom. I get so wet just thinking about it, darling. Am I weird, or what?" she laughed.

"Deliriously so, darling," I whispered, and kissed her. "Fancy a walk deep into the woods, sweetheart?" I asked.

"Can we?" she giggled.

"You bet!" I took her hand and lifted her from the blanket.

We told everyone we were going for a walk. Emily gave us a sly 'thumbs up', and we headed into the grove of trees, hand in hand. We chatted and giggled like co-conspirators. We followed and small, unmade path and looked around us. We were alone. We kissed and held each other tightly. I turned her around and pushed her against a tree. My fingers undid the button on her shorts, then slowly unzipped them.

"I'm going to fuck you against this tree, Chrissie," I said, even though she knew exactly what would happen.

"I know you are, Tom. Take me, brother," she sighed, as I slid her shorts and dainty panties down her legs.

She kicked her clothes through one leg, better able to spread them, and balanced herself against the smooth bark. I undid my shorts and pulled them down just enough to grab my cock out. I pushed Chrissie's head down further, her delicious ass sticking out. I slid my prick through her wet gash, her pussy coating the shaft. I moved my cock to her entrance and smoothly slid into her, Chrissie moaning at the intrusion of my hardness and girth. My meat felt so hard that I thought I could have picked her up with it. I slapped my thighs against her, every hard push causing my sister to groan a short, breathless 'oooh', as I shafted her cunt. I had one hand curled in her hair, the other on her hips as I took her, Chrissie succumbing to my urgency.

"Does my sister love me fucking her outside? Hmm? Tell me..." I hissed.

Her hands were trying to hold her up against the thrusts my shaft was giving her. She couldn't answer my question, only used her muscles to squeeze and massage my cock. We both knew this was a quick fuck in the woods, and took care of each other. Chrissie's cunt was sodden, her hips moving around and taking me. My hips flew into her, pummelling her womanhood, and bringing my sister to her beautiful orgasm. The head of my prick hit that one spot she loves, and she began panting, her ass contracting on me, pushing me deeper inside her. I could feel her legs spasm as she fought off her climax, but I gushed a stream of my warm cum deep inside her, Chrissie moaning loudly as she came on my cock. I used her, emptying myself and my pent-up-with thick sap balls. I held her cunt tight with every thrust, waiting for her to thrash herself through her peak. I flicked my hips against her several more times, finally draining myself into her. I laid my head down on her back, my breathing erratic. I could feel myself slip out of her, both of us groaning at the loss of connection.

I could feel Chrissie laughing, her head lying on the tree.

"Fuck, woman," I groaned, and laughed, too.

I turned her around, my spent cock depleted.

We kissed harshly, our arms holding each other tight. She unceremoniously pushed me away and looked around as she pulled her panties and shorts up. She was still giggling. I grasped my wet cock, and pushed it back into my shorts. Chrissie slapped my chest, her breath still wheezing.

"Next time, in the tall grass?" she asked.

I slapped her butt and said yes!

We held hands and walked back to the others who were still playing and running around. We laid on the blanket and grabbed a drink, relishing the cold fluid. Emily walked toward us with the loveliest smirk on her face, and she plopped down next to us, her head on my shoulder.

"One day, you may be able to take me into the woods, Tom," she giggled.

"I'd love to, Emily. Soon, I hope," I said, teasing them both.

"He's a great hiker, Em," she laughed.

I left them to conspire and went out to harass David. We threw a ball around, chased each other and fell about laughing at our stupid antics. We eventually packed up and headed home, the kids tiring now. We all helped unpack and then relaxed. Emily helped us sort out the day's debris. We sat outside whilst the kids wound down watching a film.

"I'm glad you could join us today, Emily. You have a real affection for the kids, don't you?" I asked.

"As if they're mine, Tom," she said.

"I just want to say, you're not our babysitter, okay? We will never take advantage of you that way, okay? It was nice that you allowed us the time alone, but that's NOT why you're here. I just wanted to say that," I explained.

Emily laughed. "I get that, Tom. That's not the way I took it, all right? If I can help the two of you with a little 'alone time', I'm more than happy to. I'm certain if the tables were turned, Chrissie would do the same for me. Or even you for us?" she asked.

"Quite the dynamic, eh?" I laughed.

"That there is, Tom," she laughed, too.

We all went back inside to join the kids. Chrissie and I sat with Emily between us, both of us holding one of her hands. We all watched the kids' movie, but it was more about the slowly growing connection. Emily left us around six, hugs and kisses all around. I thanked her for helping with the kids today. The rest of the day was a blur, the next thing, the kids were in bed and Chrissie and I had a welcome drink in our hands.

"You okay?" we both said, and laughed.

"You first," she said.

"I'm wonderful, darling. It was a nice day for us all. Chloe did say that David was 'really sad', her words. I see it, too, so I hope he's not hiding anything inside. That would be normal, I guess. I'm sure he'll be fine, though. Chloe? She's the resilient one! You've got a pretty cool daughter, Chrissie. Looks like we need to keep an eye on both of them!" I laughed.

"God, Tom! What if she's like me?" she laughed.

"Then you didn't do too bad a job of mothering," I said.

"We, Tom. We will be responsible, for better or for worse!" she laughed again.

"I know, but you haven't done too bad a job so far," I chuckled, Chrissie, swatting my arm.

"Humph," she sighed. "So. Elephant-in-the-room-time. I've read a bit more on your 'rope' lifestyle, and it's interesting, provocative and challenging. So. One question to start. Why? I mean, you understand why I prefer a more submissive side at home, but you're in a dominant position at work, so I would have thought you'd go the 'other' way outside of that environment. And I'm not submissive ALL the time at home! Just in case you're getting any ideas, buster!" she laughed, too loudly.

"Yeah. I thought about that a lot when I started. I think it was about the bond I had with that person for those few hours. I was in control, in a manner of speaking, all the time. I was able to direct and work as one with another person. At work, I have a certain amount of power, per se, and it's up to here, (I raised my hand up) "This relaxes me. It's so calm. I love it," I chuckled.

"Do you have your own ropes?" she asked.

"Yep," I smiled.

"NO! You have FUCKING ropes? Where are they? Show ME!" she giggled.

I laughed raucously. "What are you like? God, woman! They're not here. Yet. A week, week and a half, maybe, with everything else. Think you can hold out that long?" I continued to laugh.

"You REALLY have your own ropes. That's wild, Tom. Tell me about this club, though. How often did you go? It must be strange, though. But there's not too much wrong with 'strange', eh? I mean, I gather this is all one-to-one in privacy, or are there other couples doing their own thing?" she giggled.

"Chrissie? Read through what I sent you, and then we can go through and delve into this if you still want to. I'm not blowing you off, okay? It's just if you had a bit more background, we could really talk about it, all right?" I said. "Now, Donna. When are you bringing the kids over? Did she mention any investigation or not? Do you think she'd like some contact with the kids?" I asked.

"Donna? I don't know what she's thinking. I've had no real contact with her over the years. I'll ask the kids, though. It'll be up to them. I'll give her a call tomorrow, all right. Now, you deftly changed the subject!" she laughed. "Rope classes? I'm curious, Tom," she sighed.

"I'd still rather you have some background first, all right? You'll understand better. I'm not being condescending. It's just a deep subject. Now. Tomorrow? Do you want to take everyone out so I can buy a car? I'm thinking of an inexpensive, second-hand MPV? I don't want anything fancy, just a runaround," I explained.

"Yeah! I've already seen your idea of a 'runaround!" she laughed.

"This time, it will be. I promise!"

"Bed or another drink?" she asked.

"How about both?" I smiled.

We cleared up and headed to the bathroom. Well, Chrissie did, pushing past me again. I set my drink down on my bedside table and changed. Chrissie came out ten minutes later, so I went in, did what I had to do, and returned to the bedroom. Chrissie had lit candles, and the music was on low.

"Like what I've done with the room?" I asked, sarcastically.

"Humph!" she chuckled.

She pulled the duvet away, and I slipped in beside her warmth, her head finding my shoulder. I inhaled her hair, her scent filling my lungs. Her fingers lay on my chest lazily, her fingers making little invisible circles.

"So," she said, and I knew exactly where this was going. "What's the sexiest rope session you've had? What's your favorite position?" she asked.

"You won't give up, will you? Okay. Comfortable? Okay. It depends on what the other person is interested in. If they don't know, I'll throw out a few suggestions, explaining what is involved, and we'll decide together. I like to start with a simple karada. I like that because I tie a knot and place it on the clit. I can't imagine why women like it!" I laughed, trying to keep things light.

"The Ladder tie for feet is cool to do, too. In the class, everyone is dressed, okay! I know what you're thinking! It's not like we all get naked, tie each other up and have sex! It's the control, the aesthetics of it, that I enjoy. When I get it precise, it's a great feeling because I know if it looks good, it will feel good, too. A beautiful knot is a beautiful knot!" I chuckled.

I urged Chrissie to read more and look at some of the photos I had sent, which may give her a better idea. Or not! I tried comparing it to yoga insofar as you reach a relaxed state with a mental stimulation that beats drugs or alcohol! "What was Emily's reaction?" I asked, unsure if I wanted to know at this early stage.

"She was, intrigued, might be the right word. After you explain it to her, she'll have a better understanding. It's like the tantric thing we did. If you had told me I would sit there, naked and just stare at each, I would have laughed. But after you do it, you see how powerful it is. I think we all need to keep open minds here," she said.

"So. You really think I'm a perv now, eh?" I laughed.

"No, Tom. I don't. I understand it a bit more. I can see why you're attracted to it. You like the power, but also the beauty of the exercise. You must get fairly intense, eh?" she asked. "I...I had no idea, darling. Whew!" she giggled. "So. What's the first one you want to do with me? Hmm?" she asked, eagerly.

"As an introduction, probably the karada. I love doing any part of the body, though. We just need to find the time. If you're interested, we'll find the time. Until then, read, and we'll talk more about it, all right?" I said.

"So. The karada is the one with the knot on the clit, right?" she asked inquisitively.

I could only laugh. "Yes. Chrissie. It is," I chuckled more. "What are you like, eh?"

"What?" she said. "I'm just interested," she smiled. "You're pretty good with your hands, so I can hardly wait!" she laughed. "God, Tom. I'm trying to imagine being bound by you.

I'm glad THAT conversation drifted off! We finished our drinks, held each other and drifted off.

Chapter 50

The week trundled on. And on. There were some high points, though. Chrissie heard from Matthew at the V&A, and after emails and phone calls back and forth, set up an interview for a week, Friday. She tried to arrange a Saturday, but a few members weren't available. Looks like a couple of 'sick days' were coming up. They had booked her and Emily two nights at the Rembrandt Hotel, minutes from the museum. I arranged a red-eye flight for them, hoping the time difference wouldn't affect them. They would leave the Wednesday and return on the Saturday. I arranged a chauffeur to get them to and from Heathrow. I didn't want them worrying about that. He'd have one of those name placards for you when they land. Now it's real. Chrissie was entrusting me with the kids. I'm confident she had a backup without my knowledge, though. Emily was beyond ecstatic at the news.

I had a business meeting with Martin, which went well. I showed him my proposal, delved into different configurations and agreed on a portfolio. His initial funding would be near £6.3 million. To say Arthur was pleased was an understatement. I really liked Martin. He had accomplished so much, but still kept his humanity about him. I told him about Chrissie's interview. He was excited for us both, saying if he could help, just ask. I invited Grace and him over to the house for a light Sunday lunch the week after Chrissie returned. He readily agreed, all of us looking forward to seeing each other. I had to talk with Chrissie about inviting Emily, thereby getting our whole relationship out in the open. Chrissie had spent a few hours with the kids at their father's place, Donna insisting the kids pick out a few things of their father's to keep. It was a nice gesture.

My things from London finally arrived, Janet picking up the slack and being at the house to arrange the delivery. I was shocked when I looked in the garage and saw my life in fourteen boxes and trunks. Of course, all Chrissie was interested in was my shibari ropes. I laughed at her, as she blushed so sweetly.

Chrissie's photography exhibition was set for this Saturday. It was yet another fancy do, invites having been sent out to the great and good of Chicago. She anticipated a lot of interest, as there was this Chicago connection with the Maier photos. Chrissie, Emily, and their team would be 'hosting' the event, her profile rising. I was sure Matthew was aware of her new exhibit opening.

As it was a Friday, I left early, climbing into the second hand Audi A3 we had bought. It would do until we figured out where our lives were heading. I was tempted to pop /round the V&A and surprise Chrissie and Emily, but thought my presence would be unwelcome. The kids were happy and content under Janet's magnificent care when I arrived home. Chloe helped me unpack a few more boxes. I was in no hurry, so I decided to take my time, a few boxes a day. She was pretty adept for an eight-year-old, telling me where everything should go, not necessarily where I wanted them. She did make me smile. I told Janet to go, as I had a handle on things. She hugged the kids and chastely kissed me, waving goodbye, but would see us tomorrow evening. I made dinner for the kids, knowing Chrissie would be late. In the days approaching her exhibit, I saw a fundamental change in her. Usually so calm and composed, she was now half second-guessing herself. I knew what she needed, even if she didn't. It would be an early night for the kids, so I bathed, and dressed them, reading them a few stories and talking until they began to nod off.

It was around eight, so she would be home soon. I set a peaceful scene for us in the bedroom, but somehow knew that Chrissie's reluctance was simmering beneath the surface.

I heard the door open, and Chrissie walked in, shattered but smiling.

"Finished! At last!" she gleefully said, her arms wrapping around my neck. Her soft but eager lips touched mine. We kissed deeply.

I slapped her ass and said, "Hungry?"

"No. Thanks, Tom. We ordered in Thai. I need to relax with you, though," she smiled. "The exhibit looks wonderful. I can't wait for you to see it, darling," she sighed.

I swatted her bottom. "Shower. Okay? Go in, relax, and I'll see you in the bedroom. The kids have been fed, watered and are sleeping. Now, go!" I admonished her.

She smiled and kissed me.

I poured us a drink and waited 'til I heard the shower running. I went to the bedroom, placed our glasses down, and slowly stripped. I quietly walked to the bathroom, the door slightly ajar. Through the opaque glass, I looked at my sister, her nubile body wiggling around. I stepped into the enclosure, Chrissie half expecting me. She took a step toward me, and we embraced. Her head fell to my chest as I felt her body relax.

"Hold me," she softly said.

"My baby's had a tough week, eh?" I sighed. "Tonight, you relax, Chrissie. I know what you need, darling. I want you to let go tonight. Get it all out of you, all right?"

I turned her lithe body around, the soft mist flowing over her face and down her body. I held her firm against my body and stiff cock. My hands swept over her body, still slick with gel. I cupped her small 34A breasts, rubbing them and grasping her dark nipples. I leaned down and gently bit her neck, her moans filling the small room.

"You'll do as I ask tonight, Chrissie," I whispered.

"Mmm, always, Tom. Always, darling man," she sighed.

I took her cloth and washed her body, my fingers pressing into her tense skin. Chris

sie lifted her hands and wrapped them, backwards, around my head, my cock pressing harder onto the bottom of her spine. My free hand swept across her face, tracing her slight contours, and the gentle curves of her face. I swiped my thumb across her lips, her mouth opening to suck it into her warmth. I gently slapped her face. I felt a small giggle come from her.

"Behave, darling," I said.

My hands slid down her body, cupping her labia tightly, my finger lingering on her perineum, teasing her. Chrissie tried to move my hand to her awakening pussy, but I pushed it away, biting her neck again. I turned her around, my cock laying on her stomach as the washcloth swept along her crevice, splitting those two glorious peaches, Chrissie moaning into my chest. Her tiny breasts against my chest spurred me on. I could feel pre-cum seeping from my slit. Chrissie only sighed her tiny 'ohhhs' and 'ahhhs' as my hands manipulated her body, touching and licking her slowly. I loved the way her body shivered every time I bit her. Her hands held me tight, her fingers digging into my back, clawing at me to keep us close.

I turned the shower off, Chrissie sighing disappointedly. "C'mon. I need to do things for you, darling," I said. She only giggled.

We stepped from the shower, drying each other as we had been doing for weeks now. Chrissie knelt, lifted my weighty manhood to her lips, and kissed the still-leaking head, her mouth engulfing me. I flicked my hips onto her face, my prick stuffed in her mouth. I heard her gasp, and then slap my thigh. I chuckled out loud. She gently bit down on my cock, then slipped it from her mouth, laughing.