Chrissie’s phone rang and she answered it, after several rings, digging it out of her purse. I heard only her side of the conversation, and was a bit concerned.
“Yes…Nooo…You did what?… He didn’t!…He’s…Are you sure?” and it went on from there. I grabbed the kid’s hands and we set off for a walk, to give Chrissie the time she needed.
We came back to her fifteen minutes later.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Yes…yes…I’ll talk to you later, okay. Everything’s good though,” Chrissie said, with hesitation.
It was getting a bit late so we decided to head back, and grab dinner somewhere. We brushed everyone down, packed up our things and walked back to the Art Institute.
I drove along Lake Shore Drive and remembered a few good seafood restaurants nearby. I found the one I was looking for after getting lost for a few minutes. We piled out of the car, and before walking in, asked Chrissie what was going on.
“That was Em. It’s about David. He IS having an affair. I’ll tell you more later,” she said, visibly upset now.
We had a lovely meal. We laughed, reminisced and shared each other’s food. We all had a special, wonderful day. Chrissie thanked me and leant over, kissing me on my lips. I tried to make it appear as the most natural thing in the world. Again, the kids thought nothing of this intimate gesture. I hoped.
We headed home for showers and bedtime. I held Chrissie’s hand as I drove home with the almost setting sun in front of us. I felt the little, surreptitious squeezes Chrissie gave my hand.
We pulled up, and the kids were sleepy. No surprises there!
Everything in, Chrissie’s ‘MOM’ mode kicked in. I marvelled at her focus. The kids were used to it, luckily. I helped as much as I could, putting away remnants of our picnic and various clothes strewn all over. I sorted their reading by picking a few books for each. I had bought them both age-appropriate books from the Field Museum so that was a good compromise. In forty-five minutes they came ambling into the front room, clean and still with wet hair.
I read to them both in their rooms, giving Chrissie a chance to breathe. She came in and kissed them both goodnight saying, “Not too long, all right,?” and they both agreed.
Another half hour and I crept out of their respective rooms, my job there finished.
Chrissie, like the gal she is, had a nice single malt ready for me. We looked at each other and laughed.
“You still with us, Tom?” she laughed.
“Always, darling.”
I noticed that Chrissie had undone another button on her blouse, probably more for comfort than seduction but… I leant over, and pulling her hair to me, kissed her. I looked at her, sweeping the red hair from her face, and kissed her again. I loved when my sister moaned.
“Thanks for today, Tom. The kids really enjoyed themselves. Did…you?” she asked, again with hesitation. ” I know this is all new to you. It’s probably not what you signed up for, but I need to know if this is really what you want. And need,” she sighed.
“Where is this coming from, Chrissie. I had a more than wonderful day. All of it. It feels so…so natural to me. I’m getting used to it all and I’m loving it, okay?”
“Good. It’s just that I know you’re giving up so much. Your free and easy days in London are over. Are you prepared for that? I
wonder…and I worry,” she whispered.
“Hey. Behave, okay? We’re doing fine. Let’s just embrace this, okay? I love you. I’m in love with you. I want to be here. With you and David and Chloe, okay? Now…you seem to be pushing things a bit? Holding hands, kisses? Are you certain?” I asked.
“Yes. I AM certain, Tom. So much so that…I want you in my bed tonight. And every night, okay? We’ll talk with them if they mention anything, but I need you next to me. I believe everything is fine. They love you, like you and see you as someone who makes me happy so…” Chrissie sighed.
“Hmm, ” I murmured. “Are you sure? Have you thought this through?”
“I have, Tom. You’re in my bed. Next to me. Forever, if that’s okay with you?”
“You do know that there’s every chance that…if I’m in your bed, I’m going to…fuck you?” I teasingly asked.
“God, Tom. I SO hope so!” she giggled.
I slipped my hand inside Chrissie’s blouse and held her breast, gently squeezing it whilst looking into her eyes. Chrissie leant in and kissed me, her tongue slipping into my mouth, touching mine.
“I am going to…fuck my kitten tonight, darling. You’re…you’re okay with that?” I smirked.
“Feel my pussy… and you tell me, Tom,” she said, challenging me, as she coolly picked up her glass of wine and took a long drink.
“You’re such a fucking tease, Chrissie,” I said, harshly.
“Hmm. I guess I am, Tom,” she said, putting her glass down. “And…what are you going to do about it? Hmmm?” taunting me.
I looked into her brazen and lustful eyes. “I may just have to…rape you!” I hissed. I saw Chrissie’s eyes fly open, taken aback by my boldness.
“Ohh, fuck, Tom! That’s so…so…fucking sexy. Would you really…rape me, Tom? Hmmm? Your OWN big sister? Fuck, Tom. Feel…feel my pussy, Tom. Right now. Please, darling. Touch me…” she moaned.
“Maybe later, Chrissie. I have a drink to finish,” I said, calmly.
“You’re such a teasing bastard, you know,” she laughed, and playfully swatted my arm.
“Hmm,” I answered.
Chrissie picked up her drink again and took another sip. “Tom, as and when we get to that point, I think we need a…well, safe word? Just in case things get out of hand, which, believe me, they will. Just to make sure, okay? You know I trust you above anyone, right? You also know you have me, all of me. I’ve said this countless times, Tom and I mean it. Anything, okay? Anything,” she said, earnestly.
“I think that’s a very good idea. The same word for us both, but I seriously doubt I’ll ever be using it,” I smiled.
“Humph,” she voiced. “We’ll see about that.”
Chapter 19
Saturday Night at Home
We sat in silence, the sexual tension between us permeated the room. Chrissie was certainly coming out of whatever shell she had been in. Or was she? Perhaps, just perhaps, there was always this dark, carnal desire within her. I loved it. But how far could I push her? Was she just teasing again? I didn’t think so, and if you had seen her eyes, you’d agree. I wondered if she would be so willing to accept some of my, well, quirks and whims.
I slowly finished my drink, both of us waiting for the other to make the pivotal move. I placed my empty tumbler on the table. I brushed her cheek with my hand, pushing her hair behind her ear. I could see her shudder, and it excited me. I leant into her, and whispered, “Red,” and she quivered again. She knew what I meant.
I kissed her tenderly, then brought one hand around her neck, and squeezed. Chrissie looked at me, but didn’t move.
“What does my brother want? Hmm? Tell me, Tom,” Chrissie moaned, knowing full well what that sound did to me.
“Fuck, Chrissie,” I groaned.
“You sure that’s what you want? To fuck?” she said, lustfully.
I touched her cheek again and whispered, “I don’t think we’ll need any ‘safe’ words tonight, darling,” and kissed my sister delicately. “Tomorrow, perhaps, but not tonight.”