Take Me, Tom Pt. 55-56

As always, thanks for bearing with me on this journey. It's a tad longer than I thought it ever would be! Fortunately, or not, there is a way to go so... Thanks to all the comments, good, bad, or indifferent. As always, a big thanks to Kenji for his superb editing skills, and to Paolo for his continued support, advice, criticism, and proofreading. Again, any mistakes are mine so give these two a break if you spot any mistakes? Ta...

Chapter 55

Home Again and Connections Consummated

Seven hours later, we were walking back through Passport Control. Walking out to the now-familiar concourse, we saw Tom and the kids! I burst into tears, the kids and Tom running towards us. I picked David up, hugging and kissing them. I traded David with Em, and hugged Chloe. I looked at my Tom, or was it our Tom now? We looked at each other, our eyes boring into one another, and we kissed. I had never felt so in love. We slowly broke apart, and he moved to Em, their eyes meeting, and a slow, tender kiss enveloped them. They pulled their lips away from each other, still looking at each other, their foreheads now touching each other's. This is going to work, I thought.

I heard Em whisper to him, "I...we... missed you."

"And I missed you both, Emily," he whispered back.

I began to cry again, embracing them both.

"Flight, okay?" he asked, breaking the tension.

We both thanked him too much, telling him we loved his thoughtfulness. He grabbed the bags, Em took David's hand, and I had Chloe's, as we walked to the car. This was our family now, I thought.

Tom was walking ahead of us, as I called out to him.

"Tom?" I said.

He stopped and turned slightly. I walked to him, pulled his lips to mine and kissed this beautiful man again.

"That's all. Carry on," I giggled. He smiled his 'Tom' smile, and my heart leapt.

I tried to coerce the kids into telling me what really happened while I was gone. They had nothing but good things to say. I wasn't surprised.

We were driving from the airport, and Tom turned to Em, who was in the front seat and asked, "Are you staying the night, Emily?"

We were both taken aback, but it did make sense.

"Please, Em? It does make sense, doesn't it?" I asked her.

"I'd love to, Tom. We can tell you all about the progress we made," she smiled. I wasn't sure what exactly she was talking about, though. Well, except for the jobs?

Tom POV

It seemed all went well with their visit. I was thrilled to hear from Ben saying Eloise and him were able to spend a bit of time with them. I called and thanked them both. Now they were home, both of them happy and content. I knew the jet lag would be kicking in but kept them both awake. A good night's sleep and they'd be fine in the morning. I had them unpack and I sorted the kids out with a snack and reading. Chrissie and Emily walked in, tucked them both in and kissed them goodnight.

I poured us a drink, eager to catch up on the details. If all went well, this would be a huge hurdle for us, whether Emily was coming or not. Chrissie and Emily had a long shower, separately, and walked to the front room, somewhat refreshed.

"God! My feet are killing me," Chrissie groaned. "How are yours, Em? It must be something about flying," she sighed.

"Mine aren't too bad, but I would never say no to a massage," she smiled.

"Why am I thinking this is a set-up, hmm?" I chuckled.

"It isn't, Tom. Really! But, well, if you're offering...?" Chrissie said.

"C'mon. Emily, you against the arm there. Chrissie, slide between her and give me your feet," I said.

I looked at the two of them, their hair wet and dishevelled, both dressed in their cotton pyjamas, luckily for me! I didn't need two lingerie-clad women tonight! Chrissie was on her back between Emily's legs, both their feet stretched out.

I grasped one foot from each and began slowly but firmly rubbing them.

"Talk to me. How'd it go?" I asked.

Emily's hands were on Chrissie's shoulders, Chrissie's folded on her stomach. I began to rub as they carefully went through their break. Emily did embarrass Chrissie by retelling me about her fingering herself mid-flight. Chrissie giggled, but didn't deny it.

"I couldn't help it, Tom. I...I was thinking about the flight we had and, well, it just inspired me!" she laughed. "Em didn't seem to mind, though!" she said, trying to divert a bit of any blame.

"Hmmm," I chuckled. "So, the room was good? They took care of you both?" I was assured they were spoiled.

I moved Emily's foot over a bit more onto Chrissie's leg. I leaned down and kissed her toes and said, "I'm going to do one at a time, all right? It'll be better that way."

I grasped Chrissie's foot and started a proper massage, running my thumbs under her toes where all her nerve endings were. Her soft moans told me I was doing okay.

They told me about the interviews. It was interesting to hear two different, but similar takes on the process. They both were optimistic that they would be offered the positions. I thought it unusual to hold such a long, in-depth interview. That said a lot to me. Emily's hands surreptitiously rubbed Chrissie's shoulders, her fingers delving down with every slow swoop. I looked at her, as she timidly unbuttoned one, then two of the tiny, embroidered holdings. Our eyes met, a knowing smile on both our faces. Chrissie's eyes were closed, basking in all the hands on her. They continued, back and forth, telling me about the interviews. I was impressed that they were shown the workrooms and had a chance to talk with a few of the other curators and assistants. Emily's hands slowly slid between Chrissie's top, her hands softly engulfing her small breasts. I watched as she lovingly massaged her precious little orbs, Chrissie squirming on the sofa. She looked at Emily, their faces were aglow as she brought one hand from Chrissie's breasts and tenderly touched her face, her finger running across her open lips.

I dug my thumb into her sole, swiping up and pulling any tension out. I wasn't sure where her moans were coming from, but it didn't matter. Emily brushed the hair from Chrissie's face and dropped her hand back to the naked breast. She opened her nightshirt, her breasts now visible to both of us. My unhurried hands kneaded her feet, hitting every pressure point gently. I brought her foot to my mouth and sucked each toe. Emily was startled, and stared at me. Chrissie was moving around, her hips almost undulating under the touch of Emily and me. She went to slide her hands into her bottoms, but I swatted them away. I motioned to Emily, raising my eyebrows the way Chrissie does.

Emily's hand slid down under Chrissie's top and slipped into her bottoms, touching her womanhood. We heard Chrissie gasp, almost as if she wanted us to stop, but she said nothing. I was mesmerised watching Emily slowly slide her fingers through Chrissie's wet slit.

I picked up her other foot and began the same routine. Under her toes, digging deep, then her sole, and finally, sucking each of her tiny toes into my mouth after ten minutes or so. Chrissie's hands were on Emily's, holding them in place and hoping she wouldn't take them away.

I whispered to Emily, "Don't let her cum." She smiled, knowing, hopefully, what I had in mind.

Emily knew my Chrissie's body. She would bring just to the point of release, then pull back, much to Chrissie's chagrin. I lovingly lavished my mouth and tongue on her feet 'til I couldn't take it anymore. I gently dropped her foot, grasped both sides of her pyjamas and slowly pulled them down. There was a meagre protest from Chrissie, but we both said, "Shhh," at the same time, smiling at each other. I threw her bottoms on the floor, readjusted myself, and licked her wet, wispy pussy. My God, she tasted beautiful. Chrissie and Emily both gasped, their eyes open and glazed. Chrissie closed hers with a smile. I felt two hands on my head, knowing each held me on Chrissie. I lavished my tongue around her labia, and teasingly licked her vulva and tiny opening. Emily continued to massage and rub Chrissie's breasts, pulling her hard nipples, just so.

I lifted Chrissie up, my two hands cupping her tight ass. Both women were gasping, trying to control themselves. I could hear Chrissie's little "Uggghs", her body tightening up, her orgasm close.

I lifted my head from her cunt, and asked Emily, " Should we let her cum now?"

Emily sighed a long, "No. Not yet," so I leaned down and continued to lick my sister. I moved one hand to Chrissie's breasts, covering Emily's, as she continued to cup and fondle her friend. Our connection took me by surprise for some reason. I sucked and licked Chrissie's hard clit, feeling the little jolts that my tongue was showering on her. My face was soaked as I sucked her juices. I slipped two fingers deep inside, her hips lurching up, and she came. Small little whimpers came from her mouth, as Emily and I helped her through her orgasm, her pelvis fucking my mouth as I drank her sap. I felt these two different hands on my head, holding me in place as I sucked and lashed my sister. I could feel her stomach, as Emily reverted her touches to slow and tender from the more urgent contact.

I lifted my wet face and smiled. Chrissie swatted my head, little giggles joining Emily's gasps. I leaned up and kissed her, her tongue easily piercing my lips. I pulled away and leaned up further, kissing Emily tenderly. She welcomed the gesture and returned my move, as I sat up and looked at them both. "Emily? Next?" I asked. I've never seen Chrissie move so fast!

"If...if you're sure, Tom," she asked.

"I'm more than sure...if you are?" I replied. "Only if you are, okay?"

They began to change positions.

"We could, uh, move to the bedroom...if you're ready for that?" I hesitantly asked.

Chrissie looked at me, and then Emily. Emily looked at Chrissie, then me.

"I think that's a wonderful idea, Tom," Emily sighed.

I held out my hand, and she grasped it. Chrissie took her free hand, and we walked down the hallway. Chrissie silently closed the door, all of us staring at each other. She took Emily to the bed, beckoning her to sit. She quickly grabbed some matches and lit the candles surrounding the bed, and turned the ambient music on low, before slowly clambering onto the bed, her back against the headboard. She motioned Emily to sit between her naked legs, her head on her lap. I knelt at the end of the bed at Emily's feet.

"You're sure, Emily?" I asked once again. "We can wait, all right?"

"No, Tom. Now is perfect. Thank you," she sighed her breath back to some semblance of normality.

Chrissie affectionately brushed her hair with her fingers as she looked down and mouthed, "I love you," and delicately touched her face.

Emily and I locked eyes as I warmly lifted one foot. I leaned in and kissed her toes, then began a slow massage, mimicking what I had given Chrissie. Chrissie didn't rush her touches, but swept her fingers through Emily's blondish hair. My eyes went between these beautiful women, their affection pooled in their eyes. My thumbs grazed across her arch as I pressed my thumbs below each toe, soft sighs the only sounds I could hear. I watched as Chrissie massaged her temples, and then her fingers slid across her eyelids. Her fingers went to Emily's mouth, and I saw the light kiss she placed on Chrissie's fingertips.

My hands held her foot firmly but light. No one was in any hurry, just what Emily deserved. I pushed my fingers into her sole, the tender moans filling the room, blending with the music. I looked at my sister and saw only her love for us, both. With every tight caress, I would plant a kiss on her foot. She closed her eyes as if that would stifle her quiet whimpers. Chrissie was still combing her hair, the lightness of touch, thrilling Emily. My fingers stretched her ankle, and then the ball of her foot, pressing onto her sore tenons. My tongue ran up the side of her foot and sucked a tiny toe into my mouth. Chrissie was casually rubbing her shoulders through her top. She slowly unfastened three simple buttons. Emily's breath became deeper. I was transfixed watching Chrissie's hands slowly move down, enveloping Emily's breasts in her two small hands. Every now and then, she would open her eyes, and we would look at each other, the desire and need absorbing her. I laid her foot on the bed and lifted the other. I kissed her painted toes, my tongue lashing each with a yearning I hadn't felt since I saw Chrissie on that first day at the airport. Chrissie fondled her full breasts, gently squeezing them, her thumbs skimming over her erect nipples. I watched her fingers as they grasped and pulled them, Emily's moans growing, her body shifting to and fro.

"Doesn't Emily have beautiful breasts, Tom?" she asked.

"As perfect as yours, Chrissie," I answered. They both smiled at me.

Chrissie's hands teasingly swept down her body, slipping just an inch below her cotton pyjamas. I smiled at her, as my hand slid under the cotton material and drifted up her leg, grasping her calf on the way down. I looked at Emily as she spread her legs, seeking some comfort from the attention she was receiving. Chrissie noticed this and slid her hand into her nightwear, her finger sliding through her vulva. Emily groaned at us both. She slowly pulled her finger out and rubbed it across Emily's lips. Chrissie's fingers dipped back down and began to slowly finger her friend. I finished massaging her foot, squeezing it and burrowing my thumb across her sole once more. I laid her foot down.

I slid off the bed, as they suddenly looked at me, startled. I unbuttoned my shirt slowly, Chrissie's wide eyes glazed with desire. Emily looked at me, our passion palpable. I dropped my shirt and unbuckled my trousers, unzipping them and shimming them down my legs. I stood in front of my sister and Emily in just my tight boxers, my pre-cum already staining them.

"Don't let her cum, Chrissie," I said, repeating what I had told Emily an hour ago. Her hands were moving faster now, her fingers touching the spots that every woman needed touching. I knelt back on the bed and grasped the sides of Emily's pyjamas. Slowly I pulled them down as she held her breath, hardly believing this was happening. She helpfully lifted her butt, and I slid them over and down. Chrissie stopped fingering her and went back to her breasts, squeezing and fondling them. I pulled her bottoms off and threw them aside.

I looked down at Emily's bare plump lips.

"Are you certain, Emily?" I asked.

"Ohh, God. Yes, Tom. Please! Yes!" she sighed.

"Chrissie? You okay with this?"

"God, Tom. Just...just do it, darling man," she gasped.

I touched her legs, my hands roaming up to her tight thighs, fingers slipping along her vulva and her stomach. I traced my route on the way down, Emily's wetness oozing down between her.

I leaned down and breathed in Emily's scent. She had her hands up, uncertain where to put them. They came to my head as I lay on the bed between her open legs. I breathed in once more and dipped my tongue along her vulva, her hips pushing up and a too-loud moan coming from deep inside. My hands were on her hips as I spread her legs, and looked at her wet pussy. My tongue lashed her labia, splitting her lips, flicking her clit. Chrissie continued to fondle one breast, her other hand touching her hair and face.

"My brother is licking you, Em," she heaved. "He's tasting you, darling."

I ran my nose through her slit, making sure it rubbed across her clit as I slid a single finger around the outside of her lips, her juices mixed with my saliva now. I loved looking at her, needing to memorise every part of her. My tongue delved back into her, finding its way inside her. I moved it around, teasing her wet pussy. One finger softly rubbed her slit whilst the other continued its path around her vulva. I could feel her fingers gripping my hair, gently tugging and urging me on. Chrissie kept up her teasing tirade, telling Emily what I was going to do, how it felt when I did this to her, incessantly flirting.

"Do you want Tom to make love to you, Em? Hmm? Tell me, sweetie."

Emily lifted her legs and spread them lewdly, inviting me into her valley. I pushed her spread legs up and licked her, from her tight tiny anus to her slit and over her clit. I kept taunting, my tongue pasting her and swallowing her thick juices. I brought a finger to her opening and played with her, teasingly placing it just at the entrance, but not pushing it in. She would lift her pelvis, hoping something, anything, would slide inside her. Chrissie kept up her teasing mutterings, cupping her full breasts and tweaking her large nipples. I could feel her hips shifting, her breathing erratic, and her stomach tightening. I sucked her clit, and she came. I swallowed her syrup, as it flowed from deep within her. She cried my name, and then Chrissie's and then it was all feral noises, and she clamped my head between her legs and came on my face.

I stopped sucking and flicked her clit, bringing her off again and again. I slurped her cum onto my tongue and swallowed her. I felt her push my head away from her sodden cunt. I leaned up and looked at both these women and smiled. I crawled off the bed, four eyes on me as I slipped my boxers down. My hard and urgent cock stood stiff and proud, Chrissie and Emily looking at me expectantly.

I stroked my cock, pre-cum leaking from my slit. I crawled up the bed and stopped between Emily's legs.

"Are you sure, Emily? Are you on the pill?" I asked, wanting this to be consummated right.

"Yes, Tom. Please...I want you," she sighed.

I leaned over, my dripping cock oozing my sap on her leg. I looked at her, and we kissed. Her arms came around my neck as she held me close, our lips thirstily touching. Chrissie slid from behind her, laying Emily's head on a pillow. She laid down next to Emily, her hand on my back, connecting me with tenderness. I pulled away from Emily and turned to Chrissie, and we kissed fervently, her moaning at the taste of Emily on my lips. Emily had an arm on both of us, gently stroking us. I broke away and knelt up, and Chrissie took my place and kissed Emily.

I grasped my hardness and slid it through her lips. The feeling of a stiff object made her shiver. Emily tried to adjust her hips so I would slide into her, but I wouldn't let her. I ran it along her slit again, the bulbous head rubbing her clit with every pass. My hands caressed her full breasts and then down her body, which was so much fuller than Chrissie's with well-rounded curves. Her body was magnificent, but it was her mind I wanted to fuck, too. I leaned down, took a nipple in my mouth, and sucked gently. My cock was lodged at her opening, the glans just piercing her. Emily lifted her hips time and time again, wanting my cock buried inside. I raised my hips every time, frustrating her.

I licked her body, kissing her warm flesh and sucking in her skin. Chrissie kissed her lightly, touching and caressing any part I wasn't. I turned my head and kissed Chrissie tenderly. She whispered, "Take her, Tom."

I slid into Emily slowly, my cock piercing her vulva, my girth filling her. I needed her to get used to me. After all, she hadn't had sex in god-knows-how-long, so I had to be careful. She was wet. I filled her and slowly pulled partway out, gently sliding back inside her. Chrissie was watching, her eyes wide with desire.

"Ohh, Tom. This...this is so...beautiful," she moaned and kissed me.

Emily had her hands on my hips, pulling me in. She had the happiest, most beatific look on her face. I was pleased to help. She lifted her legs, bending her knees and opening herself to me. I leaned down, and we kissed, Chrissie stroking us both. It was a bit disconcerting for me. I had never experienced a threesome, so having someone 'interrupt' me would take a while to get used to. I persevered, though.