“I think that’s a conversation we’ll never be having. You two are going to keep me on my toes!” I said.
“You betcha, Tom,” she sighed, and held me tighter.
We lazed about on this beautiful Sunday morning, comfortable in each other’s arms.
“So, breakfast? We can either have it here, or walk into town? Any preference?” I asked. “Cafes and restaurants are open, but shops won’t be ’til ten. Just a little quirk about living here,” I snickered.
“Why not have it here, then. We can eat, then pop back up and pack. We’ll be ready
when we get back from our walk then,” she suggested.
“So, as long as we have a little time to shower?” I asked.
“God, yes! But, how about a bath? We really need one of these in the new house, Tom!” she cooed.
We had a quick hour-long bath, touching, laughing, playing, and talking. Emily chose her underwear for the day, and coyly asked me to dress her. She picked out a lovely, floral-printed dress, the neckline perilously close to not containing her breasts. She pulled it off beautifully. We headed out, walking along the river in moments, the sun high enough to burn off the haze. We had our cameras around our necks, shooting each other as much as the surroundings. I felt guilty I hadn’t connected with Ben and Elaine. I’d make it up to them somehow.
I thought that I should discuss with Chrissie and Emily about bringing them into the fold, so to speak. I thought they’d be shocked, yes, but also supportive. Ben and I had few secrets, and we had undoubtedly connected, almost like brothers, over the last two-plus years. I felt a few allies wouldn’t go amiss over here!
Emily bought two t-shirts for the kids, the usual tourist tat, but it was a nice gesture that they would appreciate. We headed back to the hotel, the taxi booked for half-eleven. This certainly was a flying visit!
We flew through passport control, and security, and were in our seats with time to spare. Emily chose the window seat again, scanning the green countryside as we took off. As we took off, she turned to me and whispered, “Thank you, Tom. I can’t wait to start our lives here, together,” she wistfully said.
Chapter 78
Going Home
We sat, our hands entwined, and reminisced about the last few days, excited about our futures. It was sad, and exciting to leave, but knowing that the die had finally been cast, felt right. Ems laid her head on my shoulder with a contented smile. We talked about what she wanted from her future with us, what she needed from her job, and how she felt this would all play out.
“You know, Tom,” she began, “when this all started, I hoped that you would still let me have some contact with Chrissie. I know, given our past, that this wasn’t a given. We’ve known each other for over five years, so she’s been a big part of my life. Now that you know our history, I wasn’t sure you’d want me around, but when you eventually understood us both and accepted me, I was quite taken aback. Not every man would do that, Tom. You saw this side of your sister that you had no idea about, but still, your love for her never waned. You accepted, and came to terms with who she was; instead of trying to change her. That’s when I knew how special you were, and how right she had been all along,” she sighed.
“I don’t mind saying, it was tough. I guess I had this idea of who she was, and never thought about her complexity. I never saw her that way. Sure, I had two choices to make, either stay or leave. I was concerned that your attraction to me was mainly to be close to Chrissie. I wasn’t sure how committed you were, to be honest. I’m glad you’ve proved me wrong, darling. I know that divorce throws up all sorts of emotions we have never been through. I’m just glad we’re not your rebound. I don’t pick that up from you, darling. I love your commitment to us, and ours to you. I only hope that we are always enough for you,” I reasoned.
“My goodness, Tom. If I can’t find what I need with you two, there’s NO chance for me then!” she giggled. “It’s still so overwhelming, and breathtaking how much you want me, and not just the sex, Tom! I couldn’t be happier with my life,” she sighed, and pulled my lips to hers. “I guess we have to behave since we still have a return flight, eh?” she smiled.
We talked about the books we were reading, argued over the merits of some genres of photography, and relaxed with each other. We both dozed off, but woke with our fingers woven together. We landed around five, and made our way to the car. We couldn’t wait to get home, even though we savoured our time together. It seemed that Chrissie was the linchpin that held us all together. I understood that, as it was her who had relationships with us both. I don’t think Chrissie knew, or was even aware of, her position, not that it mattered.
I called the house as soon as we cleared customs. Emily and I were thrilled to hear her voice, as much as Chrissie was happy to listen to ours. We finally pulled in around seven, everyone running from the house to welcome us home. Chrissie ran towards me, and jumped into my arms, hugging and kissing me. Emily had two kids to contend with, clutching and grabbing her legs. We held our bags, and walked in, hand in hand. Chrissie and Emily embraced as soon as the front door was closed. It was more of a homecoming than I had expected!
Chrissie cut us some leftover cake and drinks whilst we chatted, and played with the kids. They were getting excited about moving, and they came around when we showed them their rooms! The time flew by, so we helped get the kids ready for bed, and soon they were all tucked in. We sat on the sofa, a fresh drink in our hands, and
Chrissie between us, as we gave her a rundown on the past three days.
“Do we need a meeting tonight, Tom?” Chrissie asked.
“I think we can forgo that for this week, unless you have anything pressing?” I asked.
“The ONLY thing I have pressing is getting you both in bed!” she giggled.
I turned to Emily and said, “Well, I guess we should let her have her way, hmm?” I smiled.
Chrissie jumped up, and straddled my lap, her arms wrapped around my neck. We kissed warmly, her shorts-covered pussy sliding over my cock. Emily stood up behind her, and engulfed her breasts whilst kissing her neck.
“You feeling ‘subby’ tonight, Chrissie?” I smiled.
“God! I’m regretting using that word…but yes! Very subby,” she laughed.
“Well, quick shower, then we can ravage you! Sound good, darling?” I asked. Emily and I smirked at each other.
“Just what I was thinking! C’mon! I’ve missed you two SO much!” she sighed, clambered off my lap, and ran to the bathroom. Emily and I followed the trail of clothes, chuckling at each other.
“Someone’s needy, eh, Tom?” she giggled.
“No more than us, though!” I answered.
Chrissie was already in the shower, washing herself down hastily.
“C’mon, slowpokes!” she shouted, laughing at us.
I gathered this was not going to be a slow one, tonight! She was just walking from
the shower as Emily, and I walked in. We tried to molest her, but she swatted our hands, and lips away.
“Shower! Ten minutes!” she cackled.