“So? Are we heading home when they kick us out of here, or what?” I asked.
“We probably should, don’t you think? I’ll give Janet a call and let her know we’ll be back by midday, just in case she has plans. I’ll say it again, Tom. I love our life.”
“Well, we gotta keep the spark going somehow!” I laughed. “It’s been two weeks now, so no slacking off!”
Chrissie threw a croissant at me, and smiled.
“The eggs Benedict are just a bit better than yours. Or mine!” I smirked.
“I was waiting for that,” she sneered.
We finished what we could, and went over to the settee and sat. My arm went around Chrissie’s shoulder and I pulled her in. I leant down and inhaled the scent of her hair. It was the second-best fragrance on Chrissie.
They had left a Tribune for us, so we shared the paper and lazily flipped pages. After ten, maybe fifteen minutes, Chrissie turned to me and whispered, “Shower, sweetheart?”
God, how I loved those words.
I stood up and helped Chrissie stand. Her legs were still a bit wobbly from her morning orgasm. I finished the last of my tea and took Chrissie to the bathroom.
“Let me figure this out,” I said, as I went into the shower and began fiddling with dials. In no time, a fine stream of hot water was flowing.
I helped Chrissie, and we walked under the showerhead. They had a variety of lotions and potions to choose from so I grabbed one and lathered up my washcloth. Chrissie did the same with hers but with a different scent. We stood in front of each other and slowly washed each other. I loved this part of our mornings. I leant in and kissed her little nose and continued to wash my sister down.
I knelt first, Chrissie knowing exactly where I was heading.
I was getting so predictable!
She squeezed her washcloth and a trickle of soap suds ran down her body, over her tits, down her toned stomach and dripping onto her cunt. I knelt forward and rubbed my nose into her sparse, red hair. My tongue abused her pussy, again. Chrissie slid from my grasp and turned around. She deftly soaped up her cloth again and squeezed it out, all over her ass. I knew what she wanted.
I ran my fingers through her little valley, pressing a single finger onto her little puckered hole. I could feel her push back, just a bit.
I brought my mouth to her ass and bit her, then kissed the little red mark. I bit her again. And again. I slowly slipped a finger into her tight, little hole and kept it there. Chrissie’s ass was arched up, ready for any intrusion. My cock was leaking onto the floor of the shower, my patience quickly floating down the drain. I wanted her. I needed her. I pulled Chrissie by the hair and pushed her against the far wall, out of the mist of the shower. I grabbed a bottle of gel and poured it on her delicious crevice. I poured the same on my meaty prick.
“Bend over,” I barked.
Chrissie seductively bent her waist and stuck her butt out to me. I slapped her ass, the sound reverberating off the bathroom walls.
“Ooh, FUCK!” Chrissie yelled.
I spanked her butt again. This time I heard nothing but a muffled moan from her. I laid my cock on her slit and rubbed it up and down. I knew she felt the thickness and hardness of me. I fucked her little crack, my cock rising and sliding back down. I had Chrissie’s hair in one hand, pulling it, and her head, backwards.
Fuck this, I thought…
I grasped my cock and squeezed it, a glob of pre-cum settling on the head of my prick. I used both hands to spread Chrissie’s ass cheeks and moved my urgent cock to her crinkled hole. I pushed the head in, slowly. I could hear Chrissie’s loud gasps. I brought one hand back to her hair and pulled.
“Do you like this, Chrissie? Hmmm? Do you like your…brother fucking your…ass?” I taunted.
“Fuck you…Tom. Just…just…take me you…you…”
And I pushed my slick cock a bit further into her, Chrissie bending over even further with every inch penetrating her.
“I’m going to…fuck your ass, Chrissie? Hmmm?” I rasped.
“Do it you…bastard. Just…do…it!” she screamed.
I watched as my prick disappeared inside her tight asshole. I couldn’t believe her little ass could take my meat. I slid in further, taking it slow so she could get used to the violation.
Chrissie’s head was against the tiled wall, I could hear her breathing quicken and her little moans coming from her mouth.
I slipped the rest of my six inches inside her and held her firm. Slowly I pulled out, just a bit, then slid back inside. I grabbed the bottle of gel and poured it over her back, hearing Chrissie softly moan as she felt the thick liquid pouring over her. I watched as the gooey gel followed the contour of her body ’til it slid along her crevice and onto my cock, giving further lubrication so I could fuck her slower.
Chrissie was clenching her ass muscles, keeping me tight and inside her and, no doubt, touching all those little, erotic, sensory nerve endings. My hands grasped her hips as I slowly ploughed into her. And back out. I responded to Chrissie’s motions, and her to mine. We were close, so close.
I felt Chrissie’s quivering. I ran one hand up her back, feeling her sensuously push back on my embedded cock with every touch. I grabbed her hair and leant in.
“I love you, Chrissie,” and exploded inside her.
I was hoping I wasn’t hurting her, but my desire and lust had overtaken any semblance of clear thoughts. My prick took her, releasing my pent up sperm deep inside her. Chrissie was laughing, a long, low, throaty sensual laugh as I emptied my balls in her. My hands came around to her pert breasts, and I pulled them, touched them, fondled them.
I gave my sister two, perhaps three, long streams of my manly cum. I put one hand on the wall to hold myself steady as I drained myself, and I slid out of her. My head fell against her wet hair. I turned her around and we kissed, both of us exhausted. I pulled her down to the floor and moved under the welcome mist. We held each other, sprawled out and breathed deeply.
“My God, darling. You’re such a…” and I was lost for words.
“I know…Tom. I…I loved…” she moaned.
We lay like that, Chrissie between my spread legs, her head on my shoulder and her arms around my neck. My fingers swept through her copper hair, pulling it back every so often, so I could lean in and kiss her head. Chrissie’s fingers played with my chest, her soft touch warming me.
Eventually, we caught our breath and thought it better to move. I helped Chrissie stand and we walked out of the shower. I grabbed a towel and dried her, starting with her long, red hair, mussed it up as I tenderly touched her. I held her face in the towel and kissed her. Chrissie just murmured soft noises.
I gently dried her ass, now red and lovingly abused. I handed her the towel and she dried me off, gently kissing my flaccid cock.
I heard her murmur of, “Thank you,” as she lifted and kissed it. I chuckled to myself.
We made our way to the bed and flopped down, touching each other.
“Lunch?” I said, laughing.
“Not a bad idea,” she giggled. “There may be a bit of breakfast left though.”
“I guess we should start getting ourselves ready?” I asked.