Chrissie pulled off my stiff prick and swirled her tongue around, paying special attention to that spot just under my bulbous head. I loved what this woman could do with her tongue. She would suck my head, lick my shaft then take my balls in her mouth.
My hand was scrunching her hair, holding her in place on my cock.
I closed my eyes and gave in to the delicious sensation of Chrissie’s mouth. She said, “Be quick so…”
Chrissie could feel my urgency as my prick throbbed in her mouth, my hips fucking her wet, warm mouth.
She roughly grasped my balls and imperceptively squeezed.
I grunted loud and came in my sister’s mouth, unloading all my thick sperm in her eager mouth. Chrissie didn’t spill a drop, but
eagerly devoured all my salty cum.
My hands fell off her head and lay idle by my sides.
“Well, uh…thanks, darling. God knows I needed that!” I snickered.
Chrissie looked up at me, her hand wiping her mouth.
“Hmmm. Well, I just wanted to quickly congratulate my man on his success at work today,” she smiled.
“Chrissie, that’s motivation enough, as if I needed any, but…”
Chrissie cleaned me up like a good, little kitten. With a final flourish of her tongue, she looked up at me and rose. Her mouth closed in on mine and she kissed me, knowing I would taste my scent. I could feel her shudder when our lips met.
I helped her up and looked at this beautiful creature that had re-entered my life. The hows and whys were gone.
“C’mon, buster. Kids and dinner.”
I held her hand as we left the bedroom and headed for the garden. I played with the kids, a welcome diversion from the high-stressed day I had.
Chrissie laid out the dinner in a while and called us all in. We sat down and ate as a family. This all felt right, almost normal. I couldn’t help but wonder if what Chrissie and I had was going to ruin this. I looked at these two innocent kids and it tore at my heart.
All the ‘what-if’s’ came flooding back.
David and Chloe helped with the clearing up whilst I went to my room and changed. I sat on the bed thinking about today and all that had been accomplished, chief among them, planting the seed with Arthur to split my time between Chicago and London. I was playing a long game, so we’ll see how it pans out.
We sat in the front room and supervised homework and caught up with the kid’s days. As usual, they were chatty, a huge difference from my sullenness as a child.
Chrissie dealt with bathtime and bedclothes but left it to me to read to them both before settling them down. I gingerly closed both their doors, hoping not to disturb their coming slumber.
I crept to the front room. Chrissie was sitting there, elegant as always, sipping a glass of white wine. She handed me a tumbler of single malt and we both breathed.
“So, Tom. Welcome to my life,” she laughed. “And this was an easy day! Just wait ’til they kick-off!” she chuckled.
“Hey. One day at a time, eh? I’m finding it easy…so far.”
“Yeah. Two days is easy. It’s the weeks and years that can take their toll!” she giggled. “You’re doing great, Tom. I know it’s early days but we’ll get there” she sighed.
“So. About work. Arthur wanted to know what I wanted. He was extremely nice and open about it. I told him I wanted to return here but I needed to go back to London for a few weeks to finalise and finish off things. I also asked if I could, perhaps, divide my time between Chicago and London.”
Chrissie stopped drinking and gave me a hurt look.
“Why…why would you want to divide your time between here and London? Hmm? You can’t decide now? Are you thinking if ‘this’,” she motioned with her arms, “doesn’t work out, you can just up and leave for your glamorous life in London? I think you’re being kinda shitty, Tom!” she spat out, angrier than I had thought.
“Whoa, whoa, Chrissie! Where the hell is this coming from? Are you going to let me finish? Hmm? Okay, maybe I wasn’t as clear as I wanted. What I have in mind is IF our, well, situation, is untenable here, we ALL move to London. Okay! I’m not going anywhere without you. Got it? Jeez, woman. Give me a break here,” I said, exasperated.
“Ohh. So…so if things get too, uh, out of hand, you’d…you’d take us all to London with you? Is that what you’re saying, Tom?”
“Yes, Chrissie. I’m thinking of the long term for us all. If I had agreed to stay in Chicago and the shit hits the fan, we need an out. Mom and dad are pissed at us. What do you think will happen if this gets out? Hmm? How do you explain it at work? How do I explain it at work? The neighbours, friends. We need a plan in place just in case. I figure we’ll be pretty much out as much as needs be in six months. If, and I mean if, it gets too much, we move.”
“Well, you should have just fucking said that, to begin with,” she said, smiling.
“Fair point…” I said, humbly. “I should have chosen my words better. Sorry. Now. Come here.”
Chrissie put her glass down and I pulled her into me, smelling her hair and holding her body tight against me.
“You scared me, Tom,” she mumbled.
“Sorry…Now, if Arthur and the board do not go along with my proposal, I stay here and we deal with anything that comes along, okay? By the way, have you heard from mom today?”
“No. Nothing. I’ll give them a few days and then call her. You should probably do the same with dad,” she sighed.
“How did Emily take it? Any good advice from her?”
“Well, she’s happy you’re staying. I’m not sure if I should be pleased about THAT but…,” she said laughing.
“Chrissie. I told you already that I will NOT fuck her, okay? No matter what.”
“I know, darling. And thank you. I love her, yes, but I don’t want to share you. Do you understand?”
I laughed. “I get it, Chrissie. Now, did you call Grace?”
“I did actually. We had a nice chat. I can probably get out of work for more than an hour being as Martin and her are such wonderful donors. We’re meeting at noon on Thursday at the University Club. Pretty swanky, if you ask me!”
“Wonderful, sweetheart. I have no idea where Martin and I will be. I doubt they’d conspire to have lunch for four. I hope Martin wants to talk business!” I said.
“What are your plans tomorrow, as you’ve signed off on this acquisition?”
“I don’t know. It was all such a blur today. We were focused on closing this deal, so I guess I’ll see if Arthur has anything he needs a hand on. I feel good about the place though, Chrissie. It’s most unusual for someone of 33 to have this much autonomy. I see a wonderful future ahead…for us.”
“Aww, Tom…that’s so sweet of you. So, bed? It’s a bit early but I could sneak in and cuddle you. I’ll be super quiet so mom and dad don’t hear me,” she laughed.
“You do like your games, eh?” I laughed, loudly.
“Mmmmm,” Chrissie purred.
“C’mon. Let’s get everything ready for the morning, lock up and go to bed,” Chrissie said.
I helped Chrissie straighten everything and we made our way down the hall.
“Thanks, Tom,” she whispered. “I’ll see when you when mom and dad are asleep, okay?” she giggled.
What WAS she like, I thought to myself.
I readied myself for bed and pulled the sheet over me. Do I wait for Chrissie or was she just playing with me? My thoughts wandered to the day, taking stock of all that had happened. I listened to some ambient music, just relaxing and revelling in the day.