“Tom! What…what are you…?” she said, with faux indignation.
I undid my belt, unbuttoned my chinos and unzipped my trousers. I grasped my now hard prick and ran it under Chrissie. I pushed her head down on the table and kicked her legs apart. I held myself at her wet opening and shoved myself into her.
“Fuck! Tom! GOD!!!” she screamed.
I buried myself deep inside my sister with one swift thrust. I pulled out, a bit, and threw myself back inside her. I grabbed her hair and pulled her hair back, listening to her long moan. I looked down and saw my cock sliding in and out from under her. I spanked her little butt.
“Ohh, my…god…Tom. Yes! Just…like…”
My hips were thrusting into her, taking her, using her. I kept her tight against the tabletop, and just took my sister.
Chrissie’s gushy cunt was grabbing my cock. I could feel her pushing her luscious ass up against my groin, my cock firmly inside her.
“C’mon, kitten. Cum for me. Hmmm? Does my kitten want to cum for her brother?”
“Ohhh, Tom. Yes! I do! Always! Always, Tom.” she grunted.
The table was rocking against the wall, but luckily it was a bedroom wall. I moved one hand to her hip and pulled her onto me. I still had her hair bunched up in my hand.
“I’m… I’m going to fill you, Chrissie. Is that what you want, darling? Hmmm?” I mumbled.
“Ohhh, fuck, Tom. Yes…Almost…almost.”
Chrissie screamed as I felt her spurt her beautiful, scented fluids out. I felt my balls tighten, then my stomach as I shot my virile cum deep inside my sister. I slid so easily in and out of her, our mixed exertions adding to the sensual experience. I pulled her hair tighter.
I could feel our combined cum dripping down both our legs. I emptied myself four, maybe five times until I was drained. I kept my throbbing cock inside her as we both slumped down, my cock slipping out of her precious channel. I helped Chrissie to the floor, holding each other’s warmth.
“You’re such a dirty…fuck,” Chrissie smiled.
“As are you, kitten.”
When I said the word, ‘kitten’, Chrissie hugged me tighter.
We were both breathing hard, desperately trying to regain some semblance of composure. I held my sister close and we kissed tenderly.
“Think we should get cleaned up and get the kids?” Chrissie finally asked.
“Absolutely but we need to air the room out first!” I chuckled.
“Chrissie. You handled Jack so well! It’s…it’s as if you’re two different people. There’s this one side, so in control, so assertive, almost dominant then there’s this other side where you’re so, well, submissive. I love it!”
“I need both, Tom. At work or in situations like today, yes, I feel so in control. But other times, I, well, I like being the submissive and handing over control over to someone I love and trust. Like you. You have certainly brought that out in me, I must say!” she giggled.
“If you hadn’t raped me when he left, I was going to rape you!” she laughed.
I stood up and lifted Chrissie to her feet. We continued to talk as we went to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
“Now, that doesn’t mean I’m always going to be the submissive little kitten for you, okay? Sometimes, not often, but sometimes I love to be in control. I think you already know that though!” she laughed.
“I love you in all ways, Chrissie. So…with Emily, if I can ask, how did you approach that?”
“Hmm. Probably more submissive. I was at a point in my life where I needed that. I needed to be taken care of. Our, well, relationship has changed over time. It’s neither sub nor dom. It depends on what we need at the moment. She’s going through a lot with David. Everything’s not as peachy as it seems, okay? So yes, it depends on the timing. I love her, yes, and probably in love with her. You and your male ego have nothing to worry about,” she laughed.
“Believe me, Chrissie. I didn’t think anything of the sort. My ego can handle it, okay? I understand completely and get it. She’s a gorgeous woman, not only physically. She gets you. I see that.”
“Do you want to fuck her, Tom? Tell me truthfully, okay?” Chrissie asked, with a modicum of hesitation in her voice.
“Truthfully? She’s beautiful, yes. But no, I don’t want to fuck her. Okay? You are more than enough for me. I know you always will be, okay? You. Just you.” I answered truthfully.
Chrissie let out a long, ‘Mmmmm’ and hugged me. “Not that I was worried, but thanks. She seems to be getting off on our escapades. I wasn’t sure what to do about it, so thank you.” she smiled.
“So…Emily and you now? Just listen to what I’m saying first, okay? I understand you’re attraction and need for her. At least I think I do! If you need her, that’s okay with me. All right? If it was another guy, well, that’s a whole other conversation. That’s my ego talking but realistically, well…if you need her, I’m fine with that. I hope she can be a good friend to me as she is with you. Time will tell, so…”
“I think she’d like that, Tom. She’s quite the flirt so be warned!” Chrissie smiled.
“I’ve noticed!” I smiled back at her. “C’mon. Let’s get cleaned up and get the kids! I miss them already!” I said as I leant down, and kissed her deeply.