Chrissie slapped my chest.
“Do it, Tom. Take me. Can’t you see how wet I am for you? Hmmm?” she teased.
“Stop it, Chrissie!” I almost shouted.
Chrissie smiled and said, “Make me, Tom. Go on. Make me,” she scoffed at me. “Go on, slap me and I might stop…teasing you,” she laughed.
“You’re a little cunt, Chrissie,” I spat out with a smile.
“Hmm. You might just be right,” she said, defiantly.
I raised my hand and not so gently, slapped her face.
“Ohh, fuck, Tom,” she moaned and pushed herself another inch into me.
Chrissie was playing with her hips, teasing me by pushing forward then moving back again.
I slapped her hard nipple, and put my hand back for support.
“Ohh, fuck…you,” she said. “Face, Tom,” she said, provoking me.
I slapped her face, again.
“Ahhhhhh,” she moaned and we pushed into each other at the same time.
“My…my God, Tom. This feels so…so…” and her voice trailed off.
“Go slow, Chrissie. Make it last,’ I almost begged.
We moved into each other then slid out in unison. Our eyes bore into each other. I looked down and saw my stiff cock sliding in and out of her oozing cunt, the sheen of her nectar coating it.
I saw her mouth a silent, “I love you,” as we took each other.
I took one hand and calmly stroked and flicked her little clit, sending little tremors through her body.
“That’s it, darling. Just…just take it,” I encouraged her.
“Tom…Tom…that’s just the…”
My fingers were soaked with our thick syrup. My fingers touched my stiff prick every time it slid out of her. I continued to play with her clit, bringing her close then pulling back.
“Fuck, Tom. Just…just do…it,” Chrissie moaned, her back arched and her head thrown back.
This was a lazy, slow way to make love, gently bringing us both to a glorious orgasm. My thrusts became more persistent, needier. I could see a sheen of perspiration covering Chrissie’s forehead. I loved how matted her hair had become. I loved her glazed, half-lidded eyes.
“I’m going to cum in you, Chrissie. Soon. I’m going to…” I croaked, teasing both of us.
“Ohh, God, Tom. I know! I…I know!” she shrieked.
We were both slowly pummelling into each other, my cock at an unusual position. I knew full well where the head of my cock was hitting. So did Chrissie.
“I want to see your face when you cum, Chrissie. Show me!” I gasped.
That set us both off. We came together, shoving ourselves into the other. I could feel my cum streaming deep inside her. I looked in erotic amazement as Chrissie’s juices flooded out, my viscous cum mixed with hers.
We both groaned, lost in our release. I looked at Chrissie’s face, beautifully contorted and reeking of pleasure. I shoved into her again and again, as Chrissie did so, too. Chrissie spread her legs as much as she could, giving my groin more room and contact.
I spurt two, three, maybe four times inside her velvety sheath. Chrissie reacted to each pulsing stream of sperm. Chrissie put one hand in her mouth and yelled, then squirted all over us.
“Oooo…Oooo…Ooooh,” she yelled, her breathing rapidly increasing with every thrust from her hips. “Fuck…fuck…fuck you…Tom!”
I let her use my cock, and watched in awe as my sister continued to cum. She never looked so beautiful.
Chapter 20
Chrissie’s POV
I fell back, eventually, my legs still spread and my brother’s sperm gushed thickly from me. I couldn’t catch my breath after this long, intense lovemaking. I had no idea what I did to deserve this man in my life, only so happy he was.
I looked at Tom, his face shone with a soft sheen of his manly sweat. I was so in love. I pulled my leg over Tom and lay on my stomach, Tom having a perfect view of the ass he loved so much.
“Up here, darling,” he said, quietly. “C’mon, Chrissie. Up here. With me.”
I felt like a crab as I desperately twisted my body around, and crawled up to him. My head found its place, on his heaving chest.
I loved my face in his sweat, his smell.
“Tom,” I sighed. “That was…just…” and my mouth wouldn’t come out with any more words. I held him tight, my arms enclosed around him.
He’s mine, I thought. God, he’s really mine.
I felt him breathe in the scent of my hair. My heart quivered.
“I…I hope YOU didn’t wake the kids,” he half-joked.
“Me?” I said, exasperated. “I think it was YOU who was making ALL the noise!” I giggled. “If we had, they’d be in already so, we’re okay,” I reassured him, and squeezed him even tighter.
I heard Tom whisper a low, “I love you, Chrissie,” and he held me close.
I murmured, just as low, “I love you, too, Tom,” and I kissed his chest.
We quietly talked about nothing and everything. That’s what it was like with my brother. It was all so easy, so comfortable.
“So,” he finally changed the subject, “are we sleeping here or the other room? If it’s here, we, uh, need to change the sheets,” he asked, diplomatically. He was learning how NOT to embarrass his sister.
“Let’s make the effort and change the sheets. Not yet, though. I’m…I’m too comfortable. In a bit?” I asked.
He didn’t have to answer. He just cuddled me more.
The candles still flickered, casting their warm shadows over us and the room. I never wanted the spell to end.
We lay there, Tom playing with my hair and me, running my fingers over his broad chest. I loved touching my brother.
Eventually, we could both feel the wetness under us. We looked at each other at the same time and laughed.
“Okay,” I chuckled, “let’s get this sorted.”
I rolled off Tom, so unladylike, but it was a start. My body felt used. Beautifully used.
I grabbed his hand and half-heartedly pulled him up. We knew the routine and quickly stripped the bed and replaced the stained sheet.
“DON’T say anything,” I warned him.
“What? Me? As if, Chrissie. I…I love it, actually,” he said, tactfully.
I smiled to myself, trying not to give in to his delicate meaning. I was actually getting over any embarrassment regarding my, well, squirting. Just another reason why I loved him, I guess. I knew how much he loved my…exertions. And I loved the feeling of doing it to him, probably the same way he loved cumming on my body.
Tom, helpfully, bundled up the used sheets and we had the fresh one on in no time. At looked at the bed wistfully. This was our bed. From now on. Forever. My heart leapt at the thought. Forever.
“Quick shower, Chrissie?” he asked…but he knew my answer.
He shrugged his shoulders with a little smile, and walked into the bathroom. I heard the shower, and hoped it wouldn’t wake the kids. Tom was quick though, if not thorough.
I always wanted to sleep with Tom’s seed inside me. I could hardly wait to go off the pill, knowing he’d impregnate me in no time.
I put on some fresh panties and a matching camisole and slid between the fresh sheets. My feet jiggled away, loving the feeling of the ironed covering. I waited for my lover, my Tom. He walked out, naked, briskly drying his hair. God, what a vision. I wondered if this is how he felt when he looked at me. I smiled, knowing he did.
Tom blew out the candles and drifted in beside me. His strong arm pulled me onto his damp chest. I secretly inhaled his smell. I could feel him kiss the top of my head.