“Just…just do me…Tom!” she whined, her hands grasping my chest, her hair whooshing back, and forth as her head uncontrollably swayed side to side.
“Do you –lunge– have any –lunge– any idea –lunge– how much…” I groaned, unable to finish my words.
“Every…every day…my…” she panted, her muscles contracting around my solid cock, the lustful sounds of our exertions filling the room.
“Now…Chrissie…now!” I cried, as my prick contracted, and the first stream of musky, thick cream filled her.
“Ohhh, God…yes….Now!” she cried with me, her body writhing about, her pussy
seemingly ejaculating her sap.
I lifted my hips, and emptied another long spurt of warm sperm deep inside her. Chrissie felt the intimate essence fill her, setting off another rush of her cum. I leaned down, my mouth fixed on her neck, and bit her. She tried to push me away, but I took both hands, and held them above her head, as I emptied my balls inside. My hips jerked in and out, thumping her cunt, flicking up, and rubbing her clit. With every strong down-stroke, another surge of cum would flood her, our groins, and the towel
under us, now soaked.
Chrissie’s exertions slowed, her eyes opening, and a dishevelled look on her face. I leaned down, and we kissed touchingly. Our eyes said it all, so no words were heard. I continued to slide in and out of her, our secretions mixed, sweat pouring from us. She grasped my head, her lips touching every part, her breath hot against my cheek. Chrissie buried her nose in my neck, inhaling my scent, her hips still lifting up, keeping me embedded inside.
I stopped my, by now, fruitless thrusts, but stayed inside her. We shifted around, both laughing, and trying to get comfortable.
Chrissie looked up at me, and murmured, “Always, Tom…the love of my life,” she sighed, almost crying now.
“Always, Chrissie. No…matter what happens…always,” I gasped, still trying to breathe.
I slipped out of my sister, and lay next to her. She pushed me over, laid her head on my sweaty chest, and whispered, “Always, darling man. Never leave me…” she sighed.
“Never, Chrissie. There’s only one reason I would ever leave, and that’s not going happen, so…” I smiled.
We laid together, safe, and sated. I could feel her head bobbing up, and down, as I felt tears on my chest.
“Hey…hey, what’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing, stupid man. I’m…I’m just so happy. We have to make this last, Tom. I’ll…I’ll never forgive you if it doesn’t!” she vehemently said.
I put that down to a bit of residual ’emotions’, so I held her, kissed her hair, and whispered, “Always, darling.”
We lay there in the delicious post-coital glow, but I knew she would be getting uncomfortable soon.
“C’mon, darling. Shower,” I said.
“Yeah. I think so,” she said, sounding embarrassed again. “I’ll…I’ll go in first, okay?”
“No. It’s not okay, Chrissie. C’mon. We’ll do this together. After all…” I sighed.
“God! I don’t get ANY privacy, hmm?” she uttered.
“Very little, kitten,’ I smiled.
She swatted my chest, and clambered out of bed. I moved off the towel, and she quickly grabbed it. She looked at me, and wiped her pussy. Her ass swayed, as she headed for the bathroom, me close behind. God, I loved her butt! She stashed the towel at the bottom of the basket, turned to me, and said, “Perv!” and walked into the shower. I slapped her ass and said, “You love it, Chrissie!” and chuckled.
“Not always, buster!” she sighed, but smiled, and we gelled each other, her temperament evening out now.
I lived for these moments, the closeness I had never found in any relationship. And it had to happen with my sister, which is why I knew it would last, even with this new dynamic we had all embraced. We held each other, our bodies as one.
“Can we keep this between us, darling?” she asked.
“And who would I actually share this with, Chrissie?” I sighed.
“True,” she giggled. “Still…”
“The only way Emily will find out is from you, darling. Okay?” I said.
“Okay,” she coyly replied.
We dried off, but she baulked at me, kissing her pussy. We made our way to the bedroom, and she slipped on a fresh pair of panties, and I grabbed some light shorts. She sat on her chair, picked up her brush, and ran it through her wet locks. I grabbed it, moved her head forward, and spoiled her, stroking her red hair with the brush. She wrapped in one of her scrunchies, and we slipped back into the bed.
“Thank you, Tom. I needed that, even if I was shocked. You take me out of my
comfort zone, right?” she smiled.
“Any time I can help with that, just say, sweetheart!” I answered.
“Humph!” she sighed. “Just hold me, and sleep…darling,” she sighed.
I wrapped my arm over her, pulling her butt onto my covered cock. I kissed her neck through her hair, and whispered, “Goodnight, darling woman,” and we slept, even if I was chuckling to myself.
Chapter 82
Emily’s Parents
Chrissie was better in the morning, her initial uncertainty over last night forgotten. I helped get the kids ready, sorting out their breakfast and lunches. Since Emily had been here, my responsibilities waned. I didn’t mind, as I had a few other things on my mind, but she was missed. I picked up the slack, though, quickly falling back into the routine. I hugged, and kissed everyone, Chrissie’s smile not quite as sincere as other mornings.
I had a full day liaising with Julie and the other associates. We had a few large deals on the horizon, so everyone was focused on landing those. Chrissie messaged me several times throughout the day, but I never responded. Unusual, but I had too many outstanding calls and meetings. Such was my life, eh?
I arrived home around six, and found everyone waiting to head out to Ems’s for dinner, and yet another talk. I was getting used to this. Chrissie and I hugged, and madly kissed. I had picked up some flowers for Ems’s mom, and a bottle of wine for dinner, so we were all set. The drive over was relaxed, but I had a few doubts.
“So, how are we handling this tonight, hmm? Won’t they ask why your brother is doing this for his sister?” I asked, whispering the words.
“I haven’t thought about it, actually. Just do what you think is right, okay?” she said, too uncertainly for my liking.
“How did her parents take the news? She did tell them last night?” I asked.
“They seemed okay with it, a bit shocked, sure, but wondered if she wasn’t making a rash decision, what with all that’s going on. She said they were happy for her, though,
and they trust her judgement,” she answered, calmly.
We arrived at Ems’s in no time, the front door opening as we all clambered out. Emily greeted us, hugging, and kissing us all. She let the kids run ahead of us, turned, and reassured us that everything was okay.
I shook Richard’s hand and gave Tilly a chaste hug, as I handed them the gifts. They fawned over the kids, and then easily hugged Chrissie as she walked in. We sat in the comfortable front room, catching up with their lives and ours! I had only met them once, at Chloe’s party, but they seemed a relaxed and genuine couple, still doting on their only daughter.