It’s the little things, I thought.
“Tom, should we have a barbeque with the kids tomorrow? I was going to, well, invite Em over. We need to talk with her before work on Monday and tomorrow would be perfect. Do you mind?” I asked.
“That sounds wonderful,” Tom said. “You need to spend some time with her so, yes. Now, what exactly is going on?”
“You ready for this?” I said, with hesitation. “She’s not proud of this but…she looked at his phone and browsing history. There are all these messages from some woman, God knows who she is, but there’s these very, uh, revealing messages between the two of them. God knows how long it’s been going on, but Em thinks well over a year. She went through all of their bank statements, too. There are more than a couple of hotels they hadn’t stayed at…together. She’s in quite a state right now. I’m…I’m concerned for her. You’re…you’re fine if she comes over though? She could probably use a man’s advice.”
“Absolutely, Chrissie. Of course. She needs you, so yeah, it’ll be good for her. And you,” he said. “We’re both here for her.”
“Thanks, darling. This means…so much to me, so thank you,” I sighed, and leant my head up and kissed his luscious lips. “Can we sleep now? I’m…I’m shattered!” I laughed.
“Of course we can, sweetheart,” he whispered. Tom lovingly rolled me off his chest and touched my face, his fingers lingering on my lips. Then we kissed.
I rolled over, pushing my covered ass into his groin. I felt his arm encircle me. I felt safe. And loved.
“G’night, darling,” I whispered.
“G’night, sweetheart,” he sighed.
I fell asleep to the gentle sound of my brother breathing.
Sunday Morning
Chrissie POV A Walk in the Woods
I woke to the tender breathing of my brother. I slowly opened my eyes and gazed upon him. My heart was complete. I stretched my arm over him, sleeping so peacefully. I gently rubbed his arm, his flesh so warm to my touch. I heard Tom mumble, as if he knew I was awake and staring at him.
I listened for the kids and wondered if I should have heeded Tom’s concerns about us sharing a bed. Perhaps he was right? I accepted that it was too late now, so stayed next to my brother.
I turned over, letting my ass slide onto his morning cock. Nothing overt, just the comfort of having my Tom so close to me. I slipped back to sleep.
I was woken by the sound of soft giggles. David and Chloe were standing at the bed, looking at us and smiling.
“Morning, you two,” I yawned. “You’re up early? Quiet though, Tom’s…Uncle Tom is still sleeping, okay?”
I felt Tom rustle beside me. “Morning, guys!” he cheerfully sighed.
“Morning, Uncle Tom!” they both shrieked, as they clambered up on the bed with us. Chloe bounced on Tom, and I cowered.
“Kids? Easy, all right? Let Tom…Uncle Tom wake up first.” I said, my throat constricting from the awkwardness of the situation.
Damn, I thought. I did it again!
“That’s okay, Chrissie. I’m awake. It’s not your fault, is it David? It’s yours, Chloe!” he laughed. Chloe jumped on Tom’s still body.
“It’s NOT my fault, Uncle Tom. It was David’s idea,” Chloe pouted. She wrapped her arms around Tom’s head and hugged him. I felt a tear run down my cheek.
The four of us lay in bed, chatting, playing and waking each other up. My heart was skipping beats, but I felt so happy. They had said nothing about their uncle sharing a bed with their mother. We rough-housed a bit then I needed to put a stop to it.
“Okay,” I said, raising my voice just a bit. “Everyone out. Time to get up. What do you two troublemakers want for breakfast?Hmm?” I smiled, trying to defuse any unforeseen problems.
“Pancakes?” they both said at once. I think they had this rehearsed.
“Okay. Out and let us get dressed and…Uncle Tom will make pancakes. He makes the best ones in the whole world!” I snickered. I could feel Tom’s eyes boring into the side of my head. “Isn’t that right…Uncle Tom?”
“THE best,” he said, laughing, still tickling the kids. “Out now. Both of you. Let your mom get ready, okay? We’ll be out soon. Go brush your teeth and I’ll be out in a minute.”
The kids clambered off the bed as easy as they got in. They raced each other to the bathroom.
Tom rolled over and looked at me.
Ooops, I thought. Here goes…
“The best pancakes?” he asked, and laughed at me, his smile alleviating any concerns I had.
“Thank you, Tom,” I whispered. “I…I wasn’t expecting them up so early and…”
“Shhh,” Tom sighed. “It’s all fine, see? C’mon. Don’t worry.” he joked.
Tom scooped his arm under my head and pulled me over on top of him. I leant down and kissed him.
“You’re a wonderful man, Tom,” I sighed.
He swatted my bum and hugged me.
“Now. Out!” he insisted. “I have pancakes to make!”
We rose from the bed, our bed, and both headed for the en-suite. We looked at each other and thought, Why not?
“Are you going to sort ‘that’ out?” I smiled, rubbing his hard cock.
“Do you have a lock on the bathroom door?” he asked, facetiously.
“Out!” I motioned. “We can move your things in later, okay?” I said, as I kissed him. “And…you can keep ‘that’ ’til later,” I said as I winked and squeezed his hardness.
Tom grabbed me and playfully bent me over the basin. “I could so do you right now,” he groaned, his hand mischievously gripping my hair.
I stayed prone, and whispered, “You had better.”
With a firm, loud smack, he spanked my butt and left. It wasn’t a nice way to leave a girl.
I caught up with everyone in the kitchen. The kids were still in their pajamas. It was Sunday, after all. Tom was opening and closing cabinet doors, searching for ingredients, no doubt. I left him to it.
Tom was wearing a pair of longish shorts and a loose t-shirt. I put on a pair of tight, but tasteful shorts, and an old shirt that I had tied along my midriff.
I went into the front room and plopped myself down. I pulled out my phone and called Em.
She picked up after two rings. “What’s going on, sweetie,” I asked.
“Not much. Luckily. You? How was the work party?” she asked, but I heard the hesitation in her voice. My heart sank.
“It was lovely, Em. I met a lot of nice people. These people know how to drink! We left pretty early, I’d say eleven-ish or so. But I didn’t call about that. What are you up to today? Hmmm? Tom is having a barbeque for us. I…we’re hoping you’ll come. Just…you?” I asked.
“God, Chrissie. You’re a lifesaver. I’d love to. I have SO much to tell you and…I could really use your advice now. I…I need you, Chrissie,” she sighed, breaking my heart.
“You get over here as soon as you can, all right? Now, if you want. Tom’s making pancakes. Can I ask, is Mr Fucker home?” I asked, spitefully.
“Yes, he’s here. God knows what he’s up to today. All I can say is, he hasn’t asked if we’d like to do anything together, so assume he’ll come up with some excuse to go see ‘her’… whomever the fuck ‘her’ is.”
I could hear the hurt in her voice. “Get over here soon, okay? I’ll save you some pancakes. The kids would love to see you anyway. And…probably Tom, so…See you soon, Em.”
“Thanks, Chrissie. See you soon. Love you…” she whispered.