As always, thanks for bearing with me and taking the time to read, and comment! Thanks to Kenji for his editing, and Paolo for his advice and read-through.
Chapter 93
Kayaking
Emily, still enamoured with the car, and the dancing, teased Chrissie as we all showered together. Apart from the tender kisses, we all behaved ourselves. For once, we all were too tired, chuckling at this unusual predicament! I offered, ever the gentleman, to dress them for bed, swearing I would be on my best behaviour. They only smirked, and chuckled at my kind offer. It was worth an ask, I thought. We slipped between the soft sheets, all of us scrunched up tight against the body next to us. God knows why I spent the extra money on an extra-wide bed!
We readied ourselves, catching up on the last few things, when Emily had something to say.
Fuck, I thought!
"Since we still haven't quite figured out child care, I...I have an idea I hope you'll listen to, all right?" she began. "I have been in contact with Martin. And yes, he's still expecting us on the first, but...I ran by him, the idea of a job-share, or a flex-time working contract for me. Now, shush! I can tell you both want to speak, but please, not now. Chrissie, your position is more important than mine. Not that mine isn't, okay, but you need it more than I do. I explained our situation with losing Janet, and he was surprisingly open. I suggest that I take care of David and Chloe, get them to school, and collect them. It's the best solution for now, right? I know we need to interview child-minders, but if we don't find one soon, they'll be left to their own devices!" she laughed. "I'd like you both to seriously consider this option, okay?"
"Emily!" Chrissie said, obviously taken aback, and perturbed by Ems solution. "No! They are my children, and if anyone should be sorting it out, it's me! I won't have you giving up your career to care for David and Chloe! No! This is not right! Tom? You're pretty quiet, what do you say?"
"I think you need to take a deep breath and bloody relax, darling!" I said. "First of all, aren't David and Chloe all of ours, hmm? We're ALL responsible. Don't you understand what Emily is proposing? Give her a break, and listen, okay?" I said, a bit too harshly.
"Chrissie, I want to do this. For us, for all of us. I'll still be working, of course, just not the hours that you do. Martin was happy, and will adjust my schedule to work around this. Your position is more important, admit it. This works, okay, and...I'd like to do it. To me, it's a step toward me having the baby we all want. Please, sweetie. Think about it?" she said, holding Chrissie's hand tight.
Chrissie was silent, mulling the proposition over in her head.
"You'd... you'd really do that for...us?" she asked, incredulously. "You've really thought this out, hmm?"
"I have, darling. It works. It gives us all what we need. We'll still need a sitter for when we go away, but I think we can do that. I love my job Chrissie, and the opportunity the V&A will give me, but this is more important. The kids need continuity, and what better way than for me to be there. I don't want you to have to do this. You're on a better wage than me, and...I need to do this. Let me, Chrissie?" she asked, almost in tears now. "Tom? What do you think, hmm?"
"Let me sleep on it, darling," she sighed, and kissed her. "I love you Emily Foster," she whispered.
"I think it's a wonderful idea. You're right, Ems, it works for all of us. She's right, Chrissie. Put aside your ego for a minute, darling. Who better than Ems, eh?" I said.
We all eventually slept, each of us deep in thought over what Ems had proposed.
The kids had a lie-in this morning, so we did, too, using the time to pee, brush, and then rushed back under the sheet. Chrissie sprinted for the middle, Ems and I laughing at her. Emily slyly winked at me, as we lay on either side of her.
"Isn't she just...adorable, Tom?" Ems asked, as her hands only just swept over the soft material of her nightshirt.
"Who, Emily?" I chuckled, playing whatever mad game she had concocted in her head.
"Our...baby-girl, Tom," she smiled, salaciously.
Chrissie blushed, and lowered her eyes. My cock lurched, hearing the word I had used recently, knowing that she had shared this with Emily.
"Adorable is only one word I would use for her, wouldn't you say, Ems?" I asked. "I can think of so many more, darling."
We knew the kids could rush in at any moment, but that didn't deter Emily from her teasing. I combed my fingers through her long, copper-red hair, gently kissing her waiting lips. Emily followed my lead, kissing her almost chastely, her hand running through Chrissie's locks.
"Would you like to see her little tits, Tom?" she asked, as she slowly unbuttoned one, then another of the large, faux-turquoise fasteners.
"Show me, Emily. Go on. Show me," I smirked, Chrissie's face, a picture of bliss.
My hand moved down to Chrissie's soft boy shorts, fingers lazily stroking her covered labia. Emily slowly undid another button, and teasingly pulled the delicate opening, just glimpsing her breast. Chrissie was silent, even when Ems said her breasts were little. I applied a bit more pressure on her vulva, Chrissie stealthily pushing her hips up. Emily leaned down, and gingerly kissed Chrissie's covered breasts, her fingers still stroking her red hair. I could feel her shorts dampen, my cock pushing against her thigh, as I ravished her other breast, my teeth pulling the fabric aside so I could feel her flesh on my lips. Emily balled her hair up in her hand, and brought her lips to Chrissie's neck, sweetly licking, then biting her. My lips never left her hard nipple, sucking her, with Chrissie moaning louder with every lash from us.
My fingers pressed firmly onto her pussy, vigorously rubbing her valley, whilst still sucking, and lavishing my tongue on her breast. Emily placidly built her up, her little teasing kisses and bites making Chrissie's moans, and hips more urgent for the release we all knew she craved.
"You know Tom is going to cum on your tits, baby-girl?" Ems gutturally whispered in her ear.
"Would you like that, sweetie, hmm? Do you want to see your...bad brother shoot his sperm all...over...you? I'llβ
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