Thanks to everyone for your welcome comments. The encouragement helps! Thanks, also, to Kinjisato for his keen eye and discipline. And perseverance. Thanks, Paolo, for your ideas on the direction. I'll be including those, so thanks!
I have included two chapters this time. I think it may flow a bit better for you, the reader! It's a bit long but hopefully worth the time!
Take Me, Tom Chapter 8
We ate a leisurely breakfast then finished readying ourselves for the day.
As I slipped my suit jacket on, Chrissie turned to me.
"God, Tom. You do look so...so handsome! I could do you right now, you know?"
I could only smile. " I could do you, too, Chrissie," and we kissed before opening the front door.
"I'll call you later to give you an idea when I'll be in, okay?" I asked.
"I look forward to it, Tom," she smiled. "Have a wonderful day."
I arrived downtown forty-five minutes later and parked up.
Walking into the office I felt a certain peace, thinking I had really missed this place.
We gathered everyone around and laid out what we needed to do today. I spent time just going over reports and setting up a few meetings for later in the week.
It pleased me that everyone was focused on what needed doing.
The sun was setting by the time I was ready to leave.
I messaged Chrissie and told her I was leaving and would be home soon.
I had never had to answer to or be responsible to anyone for a long time. This was something I would need to get used to.
On getting back to Highland Park, I pulled into the drive.
I used my key and walked in. It seemed so natural.
Chrissie was in the kitchen and walked seductively to me. I would never tire of her walk.
Chrissie was wearing what looked like yoga wear. Skin-tight leotard, a small t-shirt and no shoes.
I noticed a slight 'camel-toe' in her leotard.
Fuck
,
I thought.
Embracing me, she muttered, "Hungry?" with coquettish eyes.
"For you, yes!" I breathed.
I picked her up, my hand fondling her tight ass. My fingers firmly found her crevice and swept up.
I could feel Chrissie pressing against my now hard cock.
She imperceptibly slid down me giving me the sexiest 'come hither' look.
God, I thought. What this woman does to me!
She wiggled from my arms and turned towards the kitchen.
Her perfect tight ass was teasing me.
"I've made some soup and bread. Will that be enough for you?"
"Perfect, Chrissie," Thanks..."
"Have you been, uh, walking around like that all day?" she asked, her eyes going to my hard cock.
I laughed out loud. "Only the last ten minutes," I said sheepishly.
"Good," she whispered.
I asked about her day and what Emily and she had gotten up to.
"Well, we have one exhibit being installed tomorrow then we can really get a start on the photography presentation. Emily and I work so well together," she said.
"It seems that way. It's great to work with people that have the same ambition and outlook as you. I'm pleased you both get along so well."
"Oh! And, well, we're having a charity event this Friday. We have a gaggle of politicians and business people coming to an event. And...I have to go to these things. You know, network and pry their checkbooks open. Would you like to be my 'plus one'?"
"Chrissie, I'd love to! Thanks for asking me. Yes! Definitely. What's the dress code? I assume a step up from shabby chic?"
"A few steps up, Tom." she laughed. "Do you have a tux in that bag of yours?"
"Of course, I don't!" I stammered. " I'm sure I can track one down by Friday though. What's the charity?"
"Us," she said giggling. "We need the money. Revenue has been off this year so...We do these several times a year and give the moneyed people time to mingle without the, uh, general public?" she said haltingly.
"Sounds like a bit of entitlement to me," I said.
"Yeah. You're probably right but really, the money does support us. You may even know some of the people or at least can twist some arms for us?"
"I'd love to, Chrissie."
"Goody!" she shrieked, as if she was eighteen again.
I asked if Emily was coming.
"Yes. Of course! She doesn't get out of these things if I don't," she laughed. "She'll bring her husband, David. I've met him and he's a real nice guy. I think you'll get along. And yes, he knows, too," she said quizzically.
"Chrissie," I said with exasperation dripping from my voice. "Who else knows? You know we have to be careful."
"No one, Tom. I promise. Emily asked me if she could tell him. She had to talk with someone so I told her yes. We're safe, okay? Believe me, she's kept more than that from David!" she laughed.
"Hmmm," I muttered. "So, David doesn't know about, well, Emily and you? But if you're okay then...Speaking of people that don't know, mom called me today. She wants us over for lunch on Saturday, okay? I couldn't say 'no' and she kind of wasn't actually asking so..."
"Fuck," Chrissie stuttered. "You don't think they..." and her voice drifted off. "And no, David definitely doesn't know about...us. I don't think he'd take it as well as you have."
"No. Definitely not, unless they've seen us out but I doubt it. I think it's best if we say nothing right now. Let's get them used to me being here and all for a while."
"A while? You're going back in two weeks!" she said, with
harshness in her voice. She wasn't happy.
"Hey. Behave, okay? Everything will work out. We just have to go slow and watch ourselves. If Jack found out, he'd take the kids and we'd be in jail, or at the very least, ostracised at work and around here. I know this has happened quickly, but let's just take those small steps, okay?"
"Yes, but..." she mumbled.
"Chrissie, do you trust me?"
With a slight hesitation, she said, "Of course I do, Tom. Always. I'm counting on you, on us."
"So, lunch, Saturday. We say nothing. It'll be fine, okay?" I said, trying to reassure her.
Chrissie smiled her Chrissie smile and I knew all was okay.
"Anyways, have you been working out or something? Yoga or pilates or something?" I asked, motioning to her clothes.
"Oh, this old thing?" she said slyly. "Just something comfortable to wear around the house after a long day. Do you, uhm, like it?"
Chrissie stood up, grabbed our now-empty bowls and turned around walking to the sink.
She turned her head and looked at me. I didn't see her eyes. I was too busy taking in her firm ass.
When I looked up, I blushed.
"I gather you do?" she said giggling.
"Chrissie, you're killin' me here," I said with exasperation.
"Moi?" she said coyly. "Is it because of my," and her hands swept over her braless tits, "breasts? They don't show... too much, do they?"
"Chrissie," I muttered.
"Or, perhaps these old...leggings? she whispered as her fingers slowly slid through her covered labia. " Hmmm?"
"Chrissie!" I groaned.
"Or...or," she breathlessly said as she turned around. " Perhaps you like how tight they are on my...ass? Tell me, Tom. I want to know." she said slyly sliding her hands over her constricted butt.
"Fuck, Chrissie. Just...just behave. Or else!" I exclaimed.
"Or else, Tom? Hmmm? Or else what? What are you going to do? Spank me? Hmm? Bite me? Or...? What's it to be, Tom? Hmmm?" she teased.
Chrissie slid her fingers inside her tight leggings. I followed her tiny digits as they delved lower. I watched as her fingers slid through her lips, rubbing slowly up and down.
Pulling them out, she seductively opened her mouth and licked her fingers.
"Play with me, Tom..." she whispered.
Noisily I moved my chair away from the table.
I stood there, staring at my sister.
I slowly loosened my tie, my eyes never leaving hers.
Chrissie persisted in teasing me, running her hands over her hard nipples and down between her legs.
"Is my brother going to...rape me? Hmmm? Tell me, Tom. Do you want me?" she moaned. "Take me, Tom," she hissed.
Chrissie's eyes went to my covered cock, hard and proud.
I took a tentative step towards her. She stood her ground.
Another step and I was in front of her.
I lifted her head up and leant in, biting her neck and then pushed her against the fridge.
"You're really pushing things tonight, Chrissie," I said in a low voice.
"Then perhaps you should do something about it...Tom," she sighed indifferently.
I wrapped my hand around her neck and squeezed. My hand plunged into her tight leggings. My fingers felt her wetness, ready to be penetrated.
Chrissie wiped her wet fingers over my face.
"I want you wet, Chrissie," I hissed.
"Ohhh, Tom! I'm...always wet. For you!" she moaned.
My mouth viciously kissed her.
Chrissie's hands were around my neck, holding us firmly together.
"I...I can't help it," she sighed into my mouth.
I slipped a finger deep inside her. I could feel her lurch and her legs spread.
"You're so fucking naughty, sister."
"Ohh, God, Tom! I am! I am!"
I slipped another finger between her labia.
Chrissie's hands were now on my trousers, almost desperately feeling for my belt.
I slipped another finger in and fucked her.
Chrissie had my button undone and unzipped. Her soft hand grasped my cock and she pulled it from its confines.
Chrissie was stroking my hardness, her finger rubbing the pre-cum from my cock head.
"Take me, Tom. Just...just take me," she groaned.
I moved my one hand from her neck to her red hair and pulled it.
Tight.
