Take Me, Tom Pt. 05

What a day, I thought.

I poured a small Lagavulin and relaxed.

I could hear doors opening and shutting.

I was going to see what the commotion was but didn't want to interrupt Chrissie.

"Tom?" I heard Chrissie say. "Do you want to shower before bed?"

"Great Idea. I'm all through here so I'll do that now. Where are you?" I asked.

"I'm in the bedroom, silly. Just shower then go sit in the front room. Okay?"

If she could see my Cheshire Cat grin she'd just raise her eyes, I thought.

I grabbed a pair of boxers and went in for a quick shower. No need for a long one tonight, eh? I was hard but ignored it. As much as I could.

I dried myself off, put everything away and headed to the front room.

"You sure you don't want me in the bedroom, Chrissie?"

"No. Front room will do just fine, Tom, "she said behind the closed door.

I had on a pair of boxers and a loose t-shirt. I sat on the settee, brimming with anticipation. I heard Chrissie's door open and smelled her before I saw her.

She seductively walked into the front room.

Fuck! I thought to myself.

"Chrissie, you're...you've changed your hair?"

"So nice of you notice, Tom."

Chrissie was wearing a burgundy chemise and her hair was now red!

"You look..."

"You like? I do hope so. I just thought it was time for a change so...and I know you've always liked redheads so..."

"Chrissie. Really. You didn't have to. I love you for you, not the colour of your hair," I stammered.

"Tom. I know that but I just thought you may like this."

"Chrissie. You look even more beautiful if that is all possible."

She kept looking at me.

"Would you like to touch it?"

Silly question No. 23.

Chrissie began to seductively walk around, her red hair flowing and bouncy.

I watched as her hips slowly swayed under the lacy chemise.

She brought her hands to her head and let her fingers glide through her locks.

"Do you...really like it, Tom?" she teased. "Would you like to touch it, Tom? Touch me?"

"Fuck, Chrissie," I moaned.

"Hmmm. Language, dearest Thomas. Language."

She brought her fingers to her chemise and I watched as they drifted over her hard, little nipple. She kept walking, back and forth, just out of reach.

"This colour seems to suit me, no? Does it seem to have brought something new to me? Hmmm? Look at it, Tom. Tell me."

Her sultry tone was killing me. My cock was straining against my boxers. I regretted not putting on a pair of looser shorts.

"Tell me, Tom. What do you like about the colour?"

I thought I had better play along with her little game.

"I...I love the way the colour accents your natural brunette.

It looks so fiery, so sexy. God, Chrissie! I love the way your hair falls on your shoulders. I love the way the light is hitting you."

Chrissie smiled.

"Your boxers seem to be a bit tight tonight? Would you like to touch yourself, Tom? Hmmm? Go on. Touch yourself. You know you want to, after all, you are my perverted little brother.

Think about my hair wrapped around your cock, stroking it. Would my little brother like that?"

She had me wrapped her around her little finger. And she knew it.

Chrissie pinched her nipples whilst looking at me. I brought my hand down to my covered cock and stroked it.

"Mmmm, that's it, Tom. Touch it. God, you're SO hard. Is that because of...me? I love your hard cock, brother."

I pushed down harder on my stiff meat.

Chrissie just kept up her slow pace, back and forth in front of me.

She would play with the hem of her chemise, casually lifting it just so, her eyes bored into mine.

"If you took your cock out, right now, would you stroke yourself with my hair? Hmmm? Would you cum on my hair, Tom? Tell me, darling," she said huskily.

"I...I would, Chrissie. I'd hold you gently and stroke myself, my balls hitting you in the face with every stroke. Or do you want me to wrap my balls in your hair? Hmmm? Would you like that, Chrissie?" I taunted.

"Tom, wherever you want your full, potent balls is fine with me. I'll never say no to you. I've already told you, Tom, you can have me. Any way you desire."

Chrissie stood facing me.

"Oh. I forgot to show you this," and she lifted her chemise, showing her freshly dyed wispy pussy hair to me.

"I thought they should match. Does it, Tom? Does it match my hair?" as she slid a finger up her wet slit.

My heart was beating fast. My eyes devouring her.

"Chrissie," I moaned.

"What, Tom?" she asked as she slowly closed the gap between us.

Chrissie walked over to me and spreading her legs, sat on my lap.

"Touch it, Tom. Smell it."

"It's, it's stunning. It suits you. It so suits you. It's what, a copper-red colour? God, Chrissie. It just looks so..." and I brought my hands up and ran them through her hair.

Chrissie shifted around on my lap.

"Well, I think that two people like it," she giggled.

"You really didn't have to, Chrissie."

"I know. I did it for me. And for you," she sighed and kissed me.

"Play with my hair, Tom. Play with it."

I looked at Chrissie and then the dark chemise. Her nipples were stiff, straining. I ran my hands through her hair, revelling in the softness and yes, the colour. I pulled her head to mine and kept a stronghold on it.

Chrissie was subtly grinding herself on my hard cock.

"Pull it, Tom. Please. Pull my hair," Chrissie groaned. "Hurt me gently."

I looked her in the eye and bunching up her hair, I pulled her head back.

"Ohh, Tom..." she moaned.

I could feel her urgency with every smooth move of her thighs.

I leant in and licked her neck, then I bit her. I gripped her tighter.

"Yess, Tom. God! Yes!"

I let go of her hair and manoeuvred my boxers down. My cock jutted out. I tightly grabbed her hair again.

I pulled her in and bit her lips, feeling her spasm.

She grabbed my cock and smeared it around her pussy.

"Pull it. Harder!" she almost screamed.

As I pulled the beautiful copper-red hair tighter, she lifted and took my hardness in one movement.

I was buried inside my sister.

"Fuck, Tom. Yes. Ohh, my darling, darling Tom," she groaned.

Chrissie was thrusting her hips against me, taking my fleshy cock and revelling in it.

I pulled her chemise down so one breast popped out.

She lifted herself so I could take it in my mouth.

I kept one hand firmly on her hair. I sucked her breast. I licked all around it, never touching her nipple. My tongue played with her, teased her.

" Ohh, Tom. You feel...so good," she almost shouted.

"Take me, Tom. Just take me."

I loosened my grip on her hair and then tightened it up again.

I loved seeing her bare neck. I took her breast back into my mouth and slowly licked her nipple. I closed my mouth around it and bit down, gently but firmly. I could hear Chrissie's cunt, wet and squishy all over my prick.

I let go of her hair and wrapped my arms around the soft material of her chemise. I held her close as I continued to adore her nipple. I pulled the other side of the lacy material down and latched onto her other nipple. I could feel the little tremors in Chrissie. I could hear her breath, short and ragged.

My cock was so hard. Chrissie could feel it.

"Does Chrissie like her brother's cock inside her? Hmm?" I teased.

"God! Tom! I'm...I'm so full. Yes!! Can you, can you feel me?" she said as she lifted and used her pelvic muscles to squeeze my cock.

"Can you feel me, Tom?" she groaned.

"Use my cock, Chrissie. Use it. It's yours!"

I moved my hands to her perfect ass and pulled her onto me.

I let Chrissie set the pace. She slowly lifted herself up and then slowly engulfed my prick as she went down.

I could tell she was teasing herself, and me.

She would slowly build up her thrusting then back off to a slower pace. I wasn't sure which one of us would hold out the longest.

"I...I love this, Tom. I love you being inside me. Loving me."

I slipped both tiny straps off her shoulders and the soft material fell, exposing her tight nipples to me. I sucked and nipped at each little nub. I loved hearing Chrissie's short breath against my head. I reluctantly pulled myself off her breasts and pulled her hair back.

My hand supported her head as she continued to slide in and out of me. I looked down and saw her delicious, thick juices all over us.

I put one hand on her chest and the other behind her, supporting her whilst she rose to her orgasm.

"Yes, Tom!" she moaned. "Yes. Always..."

Chrissie had her hands on my shoulders, her nails digging in which only increased my manic desire.

"Oh, Tom. Here.Yes, yes! That's...that's..."

And I pulled her hair again.

Chrissie screamed as her hips and cunt rocked us.

I shot my thick, sloshy cum deep inside her.

As she felt my warm seed, she came.

I thought she would rip my cock off she was thrusting so hard.

"Ohhh, Tom! My...my Tom!" she screamed.

I could feel her gushing out, covering my cock and probably the settee with her cream. She pulled my hair as I pulled hers.

Chrissie leant over and bit my neck, marking me and drawing blood.

"Ohh, Tom. Always!"

Her muscles kept squeezing and drawing my cum out.

Her manic movements slowed down. Chrissie had had her way. She had fucked her brother. Gave him everything he would ever want.

Herself.