Take Me, Tom Pt. 04

Chrissie broke away from our tender embrace.

“Sorry. I need to get these wet panties off. They’re getting cold!” she said with a light laugh.

“You, uh, certainly came. A lot! Can I ask, did you, uh, squirt or…pee?” I asked with hesitation.

“Oh God, Tom! You really know how to embarrass a sister!”

Chrissie looked mortified.

“Hey. Hey, I’m only asking because, well, it was so erotic! You were gushing or squirting onto my hand. Don’t get me wrong, I loved it. I was just…”

“Shush right there!” she said holding her hand up. “Don’t!”

She began to wiggle out of her shorts.

God, I loved the way she shimmied those down her thighs and legs.

“Come on, Chrissie. Talk to me. Please?” I begged. “You should never be embarrassed about how your body reacts. I think it’s beautiful.”

“Yeah. Says my brother The Perv!” she said somewhat crossly.

She began pulling her panties down.

They were gloriously soaked.

“Chrissie,” I said harshly. “Look at me! If, and I mean ‘if’ you do lose control like that, don’t be embarrassed. Don’t hold back. Ever!”

She had her panties around her feet and slipped them off.

“Spread your legs for me, Chrissie.” I implored.

“Fuck off!” she said spitefully.

“No. Really. Just, uh, spread your legs. For me.”

“And I said fuck off, okay?”

She pulled her cargo shorts up her legs, lifted her ass and buttoned them up.

“Look at me, dammit!” I almost growled. ” Look…at…me!”

She turned to me, sheepishly.

Chrissie was holding the balled up panties in her hand.

“Okay! I’m looking at you! What?”

“I thought that was one of the most erotic and intimate things I have ever seen. Truly. Knowing that you were SO excited that you kind of lose control, well, that’s hot!” I said with a wry smile.

“You REALLY are a little degenerate, eh?”

“Yep,” I said with a smile.

“What am I going to do with you?” she whispered.

“Love me?”

“Lay down,” she said gruffly.

She brought the balled up panties to my face and slowly rubbed them all over.

“Do you like that, Tom? Hmmm? Do you like your sister’s wet panties all over your…face.”

I went to grab her hands so she wouldn’t move them.

“Keep your hands down!” she said huskily.

She continued to rub her wetness all over my face, revelling, somehow, that her brother would like it.

“Fuck! Chrissie. Ohhh…fuck!”

“You like that, don’t you, Tom?”

“I…I…love it.” and just inhaled her scent and sucked on her dainty panties.

Chrissie’s free hand went to my chest and twisted one of my nipples.

“You’re such a sexy…fucking perv, Tom!”

I lifted my hips the harder she pulled my nipple.

Her hand trailed down my body and came to rest on my covered cock.

She roughly rubbed my hardness.

“Just wait till I tell mom what you’re doing,” she teased “You’re such a bad…brother!”

“Fuck, Chrissie. Don’t stop. More…more.”

Chrissie kept sensuously rubbing my cock.

“Does my debauched brother want to cum? Hmmm? Do you?”

“Fuck you…!” I hissed.

I could hear her giggling, which excited me even more.

“Come on, little brother. Cum for your sister. Cum in your pants. Do it for me. Would you, Tom? Would you cum in your pants for me?”

“Suck me…you bitch!”

“No, no, no…You’ll cum this way or no way at all,” she said breathlessly.

She was still rubbing her panties all over me. Shoving them into my mouth, rubbing them across my lips and nibbling my ear.

“Cum for me, Tom,” she whispered so seductively in my ear.

“Fuck! Ughhhhh…fuck you, Chrissie. Fuck you…bitch!” I yelled.

“That’s it, baby. You’re so close, aren’t you.” she teased.

“Think of my gushy panties and cum, Tom!” she hissed. ” If you’re not going to cum, I’ll just stop. Okay? Suck my panties. Tom.”

Chrissie licked my ear, blowing in it the whole time.

“Now.” she softly said.

I let out an unearthly grunt and began to cum. I could feel my thick sperm shooting out. Chrissie helped me along by rubbing even harder on my covered cock.

My hips were bucking, my face thrashing from side to side but always with her lacy, wetness there.

“Fuck…Chrissie! Fuck!! Ughhhhh!”

When I had stopped cumming, I lay there, somewhat wasted!

Chrissie knew I was finished as my stomach began to relax and my cock stopped throbbing. She felt my breathing, so deep and full.

She pulled the panties from my face, leant over and kissed me, her tongue deep in my eager mouth.

She continued to softly rub my chest and my still hard nipple.

“Fuck! Chrissie!” was all I could come up with to say.

“I fucking love you, Tom.”

We lay there, once again, basking in that beautiful glow of intimacy.

We had another well-deserved drink of still chilled rose’ and touched each other.

“Sooo,” Chrissie said with hesitation. ” You…you don’t mind that I, uh, squirt sometimes? Jack hated it and always made me feel inadequate and weird when it happened. True, it didn’t happen that much as I learned eryaman anal yapan escort to pull back and kind of control it. I’m glad I don’t have to anymore!” she said cheerfully.

“Chrissie, you can cum, squirt or pee in my mouth anytime you want, okay?”

“God, Tom. You really are kinky, eh?” she laughed.

I could only smile at her.

“In that case, you can keep these,” she said, handing me her moist panties.

“Soooo, where’s this lake we were heading to?” I said with a laugh.

Chrissie pointed to my wet, stained shorts and laughed.

I looked down.

“Looks like I’ll be the first one in!” I laughed.

We repacked everything, rolled up the blanket and headed off.

We headed out of the clearing and back to the path.

I did feel somewhat self-conscious at the large wet spot on my shorts but also proud in some weird way.

If anyone was to stop and notice, I would just say that my sister did this to me.

Chrissie had picked a beautiful spot for a walk.

There were wild grasses and wildflowers scattered all around us. I imagined laying my sister down in the field of wildflowers and making slow, miraculous love to her.

Maybe tomorrow…

We found the lake after another thirty-minute walk.

It was stunning.

It looked pretty clean considering how close we were to the city.

There was a series of flat rocks on the water’s edge.

We threw the pack on that and unwrapped the blanket.

We sat together there, alone and together.

Chrissie laid her head on my shoulder and I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close.

“I love it here,” she sighed. ” I always come here when things get to be too much. I’ll bring a book and my iPod or just lay here and listen to the water.”

“I get that. It’s wonderful to just ‘be’.”

We just leisurely talked more about growing up, our parents and what our lives had been like.

I felt us growing closer.

“I’ve missed you, Tom. I always imagined you’d be here with me. Like this.”

“I hope the reality lives up to the daydreams?”

“So much more and, if truth be told, that’s even without the fabulous sex!” she giggled.

“I’m so glad to hear that, Chrissie. I feel like I’ve come home. At least for a while.”

“Don’t, Tom. Don’t spoil this, okay? Just…don’t!”

I pulled her chin to me and kissed her with all the tenderness I could muster.

We sat there for ages watching the herons and a couple of loons, talking and just basking in each others company.

“So,” Chrissie said. ” Are you going in and washing off all your sticky cum.” she asked with a smile.

“You just want to see me naked, eh?’ I laughed.

“True but…” she laughed back.

I undid my shirt and tossed it at her.

Looking around for any other hikers, I slowly undid my shorts and slipped them off. I was left standing, sheepishly somewhat, in my stained boxers.

“Come on!” she yelled. ” Get ’em off!” and giggled.

“Fuck off!” I laughed.

I walked down to the water edge with the boxers on.

“Show us your ass!” she cajoled me.

“Once again, fuck off!”

She just stuck her tongue at me, her face so full of life.

I took a few tentative steps in and feeling the water was warm, turned to Chrissie, hooked my fingers onto the waistband and slowly pulled my boxers down.

My now flaccid six-inch cock hung there.

I picked it up in my hand and wiggled it at Chrissie.

She broke out in raucous laughter.

I loved watching and hearing Chrissie laugh.

“Woooooo!” she yelled.

I just lifted my middle finger to her.

I rinsed out my boxers, dropped them on the shore and dove into the lake.

I swam out twenty yards or so, taking pleasure in the feel of water on my body. It had been too long since I had swum in a lake. The Thames isn’t exactly the best place for even a short swim.

I was treading water, watching my beautiful sister sitting on the rocks and taking in the sun.

I breast-stoked around, just revelling in being here.

I swam back near the shore and, treading water, yelled to Chrissie, “You coming in?”

She only shrugged her shoulders.

“Get your butt in here!” I laughed.

She pointed to herself as if to ask, “Me?”

I lifted my middle finger again.

I could see her laugh.

She lazily clambered off the rock and walked to the shoreline.

I swam in towards her, just to get closer.

Looking at me, she slowly began to unbutton her shirt.

She looked so sexy, so desirable.

Another button. Then another.

The bitch knew what she was doing.

I could only smile.

When all the buttons were undone she ever so demurely let it slip from her shoulders.

She stood there in her shorts and pretty little yellow bra.

Chrissie put her hands on her hips, cocked them a bit and struck a pose.

Fuck, she looked delicious.

She stuck her tongue out at me, again.

She slowly undid the button on her shorts and shimmied them down her lithesome legs.

She looked around and kicked them off.

She cebeci escort teased me by slowly unclasping the front hook on her bra and so fucking slow, opened them to me.

She looked at me and threw this with her shorts.

I stared at her luscious 34A breasts. They never cease to amaze me.

She slowly walked into the water, baring herself to me.

She dove forward and came up twenty feet later.

I slowly swam to her and we just looked at each other and smiled.

We could still stand, just, in the water.

I brought my arms around her and pulled her to my wet, warm body.

I felt her breasts squish against my taut chest.

We slowly kissed, our tongues quickly finding each other.

I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist.

“God, I love you, Tom,” she whispered.

“What a perfect day, Chrissie.” I sighed.

“And so many more to come, Tom.”

We frolicked, swam and played for ages.

We had never swum like this when we were younger!

If only…

We were both getting tired, especially me, so we headed back to shore.

I dried Chrissie with the blanket and then myself.

I gently dressed her, starting with her shorts.

Her soft hands were on my shoulders as she lifted one leg and then the other.

Before I pulled them up all the way, I leant in and kissed her wispy little pussy.

She then let me slip on her bra. Standing in front of me, she held her arms out as I slipped both through the material.

I took my time re-clasping her bra.

I pulled her in, kissed her and swatted her bottom.

We finished off the rose’ and packed everything up.

I was getting tired from the jet lag so we walked back to her car.

Everything packed up, we headed home.

Chrissie turned the radio to some station playing relaxing chilled out music. It worked well with the day we were having.

We pulled into her drive just as I was coming out of my reverie.

I grabbed the backpack and blanket and we headed into her home.

I had been here for such a short time but it felt so familiar, so like home.

I plopped the backpack on the kitchen counter and turned to Chrissie.

I held her close and said, “I’m going to lie down for a bit. I think the jet lag is catching up.”

“Go on. I’ll turn the bed down and tuck you in.” she laughed.

“I’ll be ok. You just do what you have to do, okay?” I said.

“Thanks for today and…I love you.” and kissed her forehead.

“Sleep well, Tom. I love you, too.”

I went to my room and grabbed a pair of boxers then went to Chrissie’s room.

Four hours later I woke to something cooking. And Chrissie lying next to me.

“Evening, darling.” she cooed.

“Sorry about that but I was beaten. Thanks though.”

“You just stay here and wake up. You know where the shower is?” she giggled. ” I’ve already had a quiet one. I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“Not at all. I was out!” I sighed.

“Well, just relax and I’ll see you when you’re ready. I hope you’re hungry.”

I watched as she slipped from the bed and closed the door behind her. Her walk was so soft, so sexy.

My mind was awash with questions and very few answers.

I dragged myself from her comfortable bed and went to ‘my’ room and grabbed some fresh clothes.

I headed back to her room and the shower.

I thought to myself that just hours ago I had been in there with my naked sister. I smiled.

I basked under the shower. It felt wonderful.

I picked up the washcloths we had used on each other and brought them to my nose. I could faintly smell Chrissie.

I lathered myself up and just let the cool stream of water do what it does.

I dried myself off and dressed in another pair of chinos and a starched, white shirt.

I followed the pleasant smells to the kitchen.

The table had been laid and candles ready to be lit.

“Evening, darling.” I beamed.

“Fabulous! Back to living, eh? Hope you’re hungry? I only made a few little things as I wasn’t sure how hungry you’d be.

I had to pop out to the store for a few extras but everything is ready when you are.”

Chrissie was a vision. She had the cutest little full apron around her. She was wearing an extraordinarily tight pair of jeans under that. God. Her ass!

She turned around, and with a cheerful, “Ta-da…!” broke into a laugh as she modelled the apron for me.

“It suits you, ma’am. Will this be happening every night?” I asked hopefully.

“Depends on how…bad you will be,” she said coyly.

“Very bad…”

“If you could grab the wine from the fridge, I’ll just finish off the scallops and we’re good.”

I grabbed the bottle of Sancerre and left it on the table.

‘The Table’, I smiled to myself.

“Glasses?”

“Right cupboard, second shelf. Sit, ok? Everything’s in hand.”

I lit the candles and just looked at my beautiful sister in the kitchen. My heart swelled.

In just a few minutes she laid out the starters with aplomb.

She had done this before.

“Scallops with a mango pursaklar escort avocado salsa, okay?” she asked.

“Perfect, Chrissie. Just perfect.”

“Now, do you want wine with your starter or…this?” she asked as she pulled a bottle of Lagavulin from the shelf.

“A wee dram of Lagavulin would be lovely. Thanks, Chrissie.”

“I remembered how much you like your single malts so, here you go.”

I poured her a glass of white and we clinked glasses.

“To the future,” I said.

“To our future?” she replied”

“To our future, Chrissie.”

“Is this what the kids get every night?”

“Pffft…as if! This is special.”

“That it is, sweetheart.”

Chrissie had placed me at the head of the table and she sat to my right. It all felt very comfortable.

We finished our starter at a leisurely pace. We were in no hurry. It was just us.

For the main, she made a beautiful butternut squash risotto,

perfectly cooked al dente.

“You’re not too bad at this cooking lark, are you?” I asked with a smile.

“I can find my way around most things. I so enjoy it, especially cooking for ‘adults’.”

“Even pervy ones?”

“Especially pervy ones!” she giggled.

Our conversation flowed so easily. I’ve missed this. There was no pressure. Just a fabulous relaxed meal with the woman I was falling in love with.

“Dessert?” she asked.

“Not for me, Chrissie. I hope it will keep? I’m full from this.”

“Don’t worry, okay? It will keep. Now, help with the dishes?”

I helped clear the table. I washed, she dried as she knew where everything belonged.

“Let’s bring our glasses into the front room?” she asked. “Oh, would you grab the bottles?”

She undid her full apron and took it off.

She was wearing a crisp, starched white blouse with, well, several buttons undone.

She was a vision.

Just stared at her.

“What?” she asked.

“You look stunning, Chrissie. Just…stunning.”

“Well, thank you.” And she blushed.

Chrissie tossed me her phone and asked me to pick out some music. She had some ‘chilled’ in her favourites so just put that on.

I sat down and got comfortable. Chrissie came over and sat next to me. She laid her head on my shoulder and we both just relaxed.

“This is nice,” she purred.

“I could get used to this,” I whispered.

“I hope so…” she whispered back.

I asked if she had talked to the kids. She had and they were sorry they missed me. Jack was doing the usual-divorced-dad-making-up-for-everything by spoiling them rotten.

“Do you miss not having kids with Carol?”

“Truthfully? No. She wasn’t the right person. Her having her affair didn’t help but even before that, it just didn’t seem right. I’m glad we never had to deal with that.”

“Do you want kids?”

“Good question! I’d like to think I’d be a good dad so yes, at some point. Definitely.”

“Hmmm…” she muttered.

We both just drifted off, sipping our drinks and listening to the music.

“Why does this feel so easy, Tom.”

“I’m finding it the same. I don’t know. Maybe because the miles have brought us together. Maybe it’s the newness of it. Maybe our real love started with absence and desire. It’s hard to put my finger on it.”

“Do you think that once we get all this new passion out of us, we won’t want it anymore?” she asked quizzically.

“Chrissie… let’s not get too ahead of ourselves, okay? I’m not putting any pressure on you, ok? We need to take those proverbial small steps to get where we need to be.”

“Small steps?” she laughed. “I think we’ve been running hurdles!”

I took our glasses and placed them on the table.

“Chrissie, I know you. Do you understand that? I know you. Okay, I don’t know all the day to day stuff that’s been going on in your life but you, I know you. The sex and intimacy are beyond question. It’s… we are just wonderful together. But it’s more than that. It’s YOU!”

I picked her head up off my shoulders and kissed her soft lips.

“The sex ‘may’ wane after this first initial flush but my love never will.”

“Tom…I seriously doubt our sex will EVER wane!”

“You know what you are, Tom? Hmmm? You’re a fucking romantic!”

“And you know what, Chrissie. I am. As are you!”

“Take me, Tom. Take me to bed and make love to me. Slowly.”

I stood up and took Chrissie’s hand.

I looked into her eyes, my hands on the lapel of her stiff shirt and pulled her into me.

I slowly brought my tongue across her lips. She tried to kiss me but I wouldn’t let her.

My fingers flowed through her long brown hair. I leant in and smelled her hair.

“Ohh, fuck, Tom. Just…” she moaned.

Chrissie’s hands were tight around my waist, holding her close to me.

I bent down and inhaled the fruity scent of her light perfume.

My now hard cock was firmly against her stomach.

I slipped one hand into that beautiful spot between her blouse and her skin. I rubbed my hand down the material and her soft flesh. My fingers just grazed the tops of her breasts, slightly heaving in the constraint of her bra.

“Chrissie,” I whispered. ” Your skin thrills me. So…so much.” I breathed.

I gently pulled her hair back and licked her neck.

“Tom…Bedroom. Please! Now…” she mumbled.

I suddenly turned her around, smacked her tight jeans-clad ass