I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to me, our eyes still full of desire. Our lips cautiously met, then my tongue pierced Em’s soft lips. My fingers swept through Em’s hair and hers through mine. My heart skipped, feeling her love and mouth. We didn’t want to pull away. I pulled her tighter, if possible, to me. I would never tire of feeling her breasts against me, and only wishing we were naked right now. I swatted her bum and we broke apart.
We walked her to the door, both of us holding her hands. I slowly opened it and said, as an afterthought, “Use your key next time, Em? That’s why I gave it to you, okay?”
“I…I was going to but wasn’t, well, sure…?”
“Well, now you are, aren’t you?” I smiled.
“I am. Thank you both…for…everything. I…I feel so much better about the future now. Thank you.”
“Call when you get in, sweetie,” I asked. “Keep us both in the loop, okay? You know you’ll always have us…but at your pace, okay? I’ll try, honestly try, to behave, right?” I snickered to them both.
“See you tomorrow, Em,” I breathed, happy at how the evening went. It could, and perhaps, still, end in catastrophe but I think we were all hopeful.
I didn’t want to close the door on her as she left. I wanted her to turn around and run back to us. But she didn’t. One last wave of her hand, and she was gone.
“So…bed, darling?” Tom asked, with his usual look in his brown eyes.
I slapped his bum and agreed. “Bed sounds perfect, Tom,” I sighed.
We checked the house and turned out the lights, walking hand in hand dow
Chapter 23 Sunday Night Aftermath and a Hard Fuck
Chrissie POV
Tom turned on the lights, dimming them for us. We both used the bathroom to get ready, sharing the sink for brushing. Tom slipped out and pulled out his pajamas. I happened to walk out as he was naked. My timing is so good sometimes! I stood there, gazing at him, this beautiful man who was back in my life. My heart was overflowing with love…and desire for him. I coughed a little, letting him know I was there. He looked over at me, smiling his evil smile. He threw the pajamas on the floor. I slowly pulled my shirt off, my small, but firm breasts jiggling just a bit. I looked at Tom and threw it on the floor, too. I slowly walked towards him, unbuttoning my shorts with every step.
He grabbed me and threw me on the bed. I almost smiled, then saw his face.
He crawled up my needy body, his length sliding across my puffy vulva. I looked into his eyes as he leaned down and engulfed me with his mouth. My hips rose, hoping to feel the hardness that I desperately needed.
“Fuck me, lover,” I moaned to my brother.
“Not yet, Chrissie,” he grunted, and knelt up, looking down at me. “If you ever pull this shit again, or play either one of us like this, I’m gone. Okay? You really know how to fuck with someone’s head, you know?” he almost growled. I was getting scared. “No more! I love you, Chrissie, but have not forgiven you. That will take time. I need to see a change in your behaviour, okay?” he asked, his eyes stark and dark.
“I’ll do anything, Tom. Please…please, believe me, darling,” I practically begged him. “I will. You’ll see.”
I could feel his weight and his anger. I pulled his mouth down and slid my tongue between his lips. We sublimely kissed and tongued each other. His little bristles tickled my face, only adding to his masculine scent. He took my bottom lip in his mouth, and bit me. He pulled himself on his arms and looked at me. I have never had a man look at me the way does, all at once loving but angry.
“You want to fuck, Tom? Let’s fuck then. Take it all out on me!” I moaned, and threw my hips at him, lifting my pelvis.
His cock slid into me, filling my cunt with his manly cock. Why I was so wet and ready, I don’t know. I felt him push his manhood into me, not hesitating for me to get used to this welcome intrusion. He was as deep as I could take it, arms on either side of me and scissoring his hips, again and again, deep inside me, stuffing me full of his beautiful, strong cock.
Little beads of sweat were dripping on me.
My phone started ringing.
It was probably Em, I thought. No way should I interrupt Tom right now!
“Fuck me, Tom. Just fuck me like you… hate me,” I moaned, not knowing where those words came from.
That’s it, lover. Mark me, use me, I thought, crazed with lust.
I could but lay there and take his onslaught, almost yelling my love for him. He continued thrusting deep inside me, his cock never stopping or giving my poor cunt a break. I could feel him growing inside me. I heard only his long moans as I looked into his fevered eyes. Little moans of “Ahhhh” and Ohhh” was all I could make.
That’s it, Tom. Fuck your bad sister good!
He held my hands above my head. I felt so helpless, almost scared of the ferocity of his thrusts. This was not lovemaking, this was Tom taking his frustrations out on me. I deserved the fucking he was giving me, no matter how much it hurt, or how far away from love it was. His terrifying eyes never left mine. I couldn’t pull my eyes from his, not until I saw his love again.
I lifted my hips with every manic shove of his prick into me. I wrapped my legs around his hips, willingly taking him. I had only my mouth and cunt to take him. I couldn’t lean up far enough to bite him, so used my abused pussy to give him the pent up, angry release he needed.
He moved one hand from mine, but I felt both my small hands
engulfed by just one of his. He brought his free hand around my neck and squeezed. His cock kept slamming into my gushing pussy, giving him the cream to keep fucking me.
He leant over, never missing a long stroke and bit my neck, making my body shake with what, desire?
He began to slow down his assault on my cunt, and on my mind.
He pulled out, then lurched back deep inside, and said,” DON’T *lurch* EVER *lurch* DO *lurch* THAT *lurch* AGAIN *lurch* and continued with his powerful invasion. His hips barged onto mine, the pressure, agonizingly beautiful, I admitted, only to myself.
He let go of my hand and neck, then ran his hands under my ass., almost picking me up. His fingers dug into my soft orbs, the pain searing through my body. With both hands he pulled me onto his beautiful cock, using me for the relief my love needed. Tom pulled himself up, almost to his knees and furrowed in and out, my body so close to orgasm.
I could feel the delicious places inside my pussy he was mistreating. Every stab of his dominant cock felt right. My breathing was erratic as he gave me no grace. Only shallow breaths and noises were coming from my mouth. I was close. So fucking close. I was going to make him cum, make him fill me with his life-giving cum. I’d show him I could take his delicious punishment. Always.
I grabbed his dick with my muscles, and grasped him as hard as I could. His cock began to grow, his girth almost stretching my sorry cunt. I knew my Tom was close. So close. I grabbed his nipples and twisted them, Tom’s face in beautiful agony.
I put my hand over his mouth, and my other hand over mine. I came when the first torrent of his musky cum emptied inside me. I had my strongest orgasm ever. The combination of his anger,