Take Me, Tom Pt. 28-30

touching.

"You should Tom's place, mom! It's...it's amazing. He has these huge windows, here, I'll show you," she said, and turned the iPad around. It's gorgeous! Oh, and did you know he drives a Porsche? I think he's rich, mom," she laughed.

Because of the bandwidth, our voices never quite caught up with each other. I think it had more to do with everyone talking at once. Janet told us everyone was well, and getting along. We thanked her. Chrissie began going through her List, until I told her to

behave. She stuck her tongue out at me, and everyone laughed.

We caught up with the kid's day at school, and asked

what they were up to tomorrow. Both mom and dad were chatty, and they seemed, happy to see us. Chrissie told them about flying First Class, but didn't tell them about the whole flight. Thank, God! They seemed impressed with their son, although they always have

been. We chatted for another ten minutes then let them go. We

sent our love, and said we'd catch up tomorrow, at the same time.

"Well, that went well," I said.

"I miss them, Tom," she sighed.

"Of course you do. We'll see them tomorrow. They're fine. Did you see how happy they were?" I asked.

"I know but..." and her argument fell apart.

"Emily now," I asked.

"Yes, but...can we go back to bed?" she asked.

"You're a little fucking tease, Chrissie," I said.

"So! I'm allowed," she pouted.

We raced to the bedroom, stripping off on the way.

Chrissie changed into her nightwear, a light yellow chemise. I wore

nothing on my chest, but slipped my pyjamas on. This was going

to be a weird one. We both got comfortable, pulling the sheet down, instead of up.

"Chrissie. Seriously now. Easy on the teasing. Emily doesn't need to see us all loved up or post-coital. Give her a break, okay?" I asked.

"We'll see," she snickered.

Chrissie connected with Emily, and she picked up right away. Lots of waving and 'hellos' and air kisses.

"Well, you two look, uh, comfortable," she smiled.

"God. We ARE, Em," she gushed.

I interrupted them and said, "Emily, I've told Chrissie to behave, okay? If she gets out of line, it ain't me!" I smiled.

"As if that will stop her, eh? Good luck, Tom!" she laughed.

"Humph," is all I heard from Emily's mouth. I laughed. I was going to lose this one every time.

"So, how was the flight? First Class, eh? Did you join the

Mile High Club?" she giggled.

"I did," Chrissie admitted.

"NO! You little slut!" she laughed. "Tell me ALL about it!" she egged

Chrissie on.

"I can't. Tom told me I can't tease you. He's no fun," she giggled.

Chrissie told her about the flat, then got out of bed to show her around. There were some hushed voices coming from the front room. Perhaps I should have joined her as a chaperone?

Chrissie came back in and hopped in bed.

"Nice windows, Tom," Emily snickered.

"Fuck, Chrissie! Must you?" I asked, exasperated.

"Sowwy,' she said, then laughed.

"Did you tell her about the shower?" I asked.

"Tom!! Please! Have you no decorum?" she laughed.

"Shower? Tell me!!!" Emily blushed.

"Later," Chrissie said, blushing furiously.

It was wonderful to see Emily smile, and be happy, even

it was at my expense. We filled her in on the day, the area, and our plans for tomorrow.

"What are you up to this weekend, Emily?" I asked.

"Probably starting my List of what I want. It's early days, but I may

as well. I just want you both to have a wonderful day, all right? I'm

fine. Truly," she said, vehemently.

Chrissie and her caught up on the exhibition, even though Chrissi

was on holiday. That says a lot about her dedication to work.

We chatted a bit more, and just caught up on her day, although she

wanted to hear about ours! I told her what we had planned for

tomorrow, and I would take plenty of photos for her.

"Em? You should see Tom's photo's he's printed. They're brilliant! Here, I'll show you," she said, and got up with the iPad and walked around, showing her. "I had no idea he had gotten so good. I wish you could see them up close."

After the show was over, Chrissie walked over, and sat down, her shoulder edging into mine.

"I should let you two get some sleep. Sounds like Tom has a big day planned out!" she sighed. "We'll talk tomorrow, all right? Love you both!" she said. We said our heartfelt goodbyes and

disconnected. Chrissie turned to me, her eyes sad, suddenly.

Chrissie sighed.

"It'll get easier as the days go on. Trust me. She'll be fine. So? Sleep? We have an early morning, and I don't want you lagging behind," I smiled.

We put everything away and made our way to the bedroom. Chrissie pulled back the duvet, and slipped in, her feet bouncing around.

"I love fresh sheets," she giggled.

I slipped in the other side, no feet wiggling though, and pulled Chrissie's delightful body next to mine. I could hear her yawn, knowing sleep wasn't too far for her.

She turned over and looked at me, sighing, "I loved today, Tom. I still can't believe I'm here...with you! Thank you so much, you wonderful man," and she kissed me as a sister should never kiss her brother. I pulled her close, nestling my cock on her covered

ass.

Chapter 30 Saturday

Portobello Road

We woke well before the alarm, but that was fine. Chrissie rolled

over, her hair dishevelled and matted. She smiled her 'Chrissie

Smile', and crept over to me. She wrapped her soft arm over me, and we kissed.

"Morning, darling," she whispered. "We're in London," she laughed.

"Whew, "I said. "I wasn't too sure when I woke! And, morning to you, too...beautiful woman," I sighed.

We laid there in each other's arms, softly whispering of all the things we loved about each other. God knows why we were

whispering. It's not as if we were going to wake anyone. At least

not for two weeks.

"I'd love to stay here and defile you, Chrissie, but why don't we get the day started. We really should be at Portobello Road as soon as," I said.

"Humph!" she sneered, pouting at me like a little child, which she was at times!

"C'mon. Up!" I laughed. "You'll have time to take advantage of me later!" I snickered.

"Humph," was the only sound I heard.

She kicked off the duvet, her mood sullen, and cross. I laughed too loud, probably not the best response.

"Don't be a brat," I laughed, and slapped her butt.

"Am not!" she giggled, and stormed off to the bathroom.

"You're fucking insatiable, Chrissie," I moaned.

"For you, yes..." she shyly smiled.

We had a quick shower together. Chrissie's body almost seduced

me into a morning of beautiful sex, and exploring, but I was adamant I wanted to fit as much into her short time as possible. We still took the time to connect, and feel our bodies against each other.

We stepped out, and I wrapped one of my oversized towels around her supple frame. I haphazardly dried her hair, and patted the

moisture from her body. I knelt on the underheated floor, and softly kissed her morning pussy, her wispy hair ticking my nose.

"You are so fucking desirable, Chrissie," I said. "On so many

different levels."

"Humph!" she grinned.

I swatted her ass, and left her to things. Better to give her the time

to sort herself, than have her wait.

I pulled my robe on, and headed to the kitchen, not sure what I had for breakfast. I rummaged around, and found some vegetables and eggs, so put together an omelette for when we were ready.

I could hear Chrissie drying her hair, so took a chance, and went back to the bathroom. I playfully nudged her out of the way to shave and brush.

"Humph," she sighed.

"Is that the only sound I'm getting from you today?"I asked,

probably laughing too hard.

I watched her brush her hair, and wished I had the time to pamper

her body. Tomorrow morning, for certain. Putting her brush down,

Chrissie wrapped her arms around me as she finished, and headed

to the bedroom. I followed her, and saw her slipping on a pair of her skimpy, lace panties up her legs. I could only stare. They were all she was wearing.

"I guess the honeymoon's over, eh?" she pouted.

She stood there, hurt, defiant and probably playing.

I stared at her, my cock thickening. "Take 'em off, Chrissie," I said.

"No. No, that's okay. We have a market to go to. Mustn't be late," she said, grumpily.

"Take them off, Chrissie," my voice took an edgier tone.

Chrissie looked at my face, and slowly pulled the material back down over her matchless ass. She picked them up off the floor, and twirled them around her fingers. She saw the desire in my eyes, and threw at me, giggling and jumping on the bed.

I let my robe fall off my shoulders, as I took the three steps to the bed. Chrissie shuffled herself up further, sideways, on the bed. Her legs were bent, and spread. I crawled up on the bed, my hands

gently spreading her legs further.

"But, Tom...don't we need to be somewhere?" she teased.

I leant down, and my tongue licked her dry pussy. I pushed her legs apart a bit more, and buried my tongue inside her. I kept

myself there, and wiggled my tongue around, waiting for the wetness I so desired.

I could feel Chrissie's head on my head, holding me where she needed me. I stroked her little cunt with my tongue, long, slow, lazy licks through her labia, but ignoring her clit. Up and down, I lashed my tongue, fluttering about, teasing this woman. I could feel her first, oozing fluid, and swallowed what I could. I kept the pressure on her thighs, holding them tight on the bed. I was lost, deliriously so, tasting her, the scent I had missed so much.

Feeling her labia splitting open for this welcome intrusion, only spurred me on. I loved the way my tongue felt on this most intimate part of her. I gently sucked on her lips, first the left, then the right. I could feel her hips moving, fucking my tongue.

I split her labia with my fingers, her cute little clit, just barely hiding.

I leant in, and my tongue deliciously flicked it, moving down, and

covering her open cunt to my tongue. With her labia lewdly open to

my tongue, and my gaze, I slid my tongue in as far as the length

would allow. I could feel the beginnings of her tiny tremors. I played with her clit, my tongue waving over it, making her twitch.

I took the tiny nib in my mouth and sucked, sucked my beautiful sister off, the same way she would me. I slipped a finger deep inside her, knowing she needed something firmer, meatier, inside her, but my stiff finger would suffice...for now.

I felt for that special place inside her, and Chrissie began to buck her hips onto my face. I could only hear her guttural moans and whines. I felt her gush her sap into my mouth, her hands tighter on my head, fingers, pulling my hair. She used my mouth the way I was going to use her pussy. Chrissie lifted herself, and her cum streamed out. Me, so willing to take it. I stroked her thighs,

soothing her release.

I felt her slapping my head, her voice hoarse saying only, "Tom...that's...that's..." and she pushed my head off her used cunt.

I looked up at her, eyes wide and breathing quick. My face was covered with her syrup. I knelt up, looked at her, leant over, kissing her. My stiff cock slid inside her, filling her, and taking her in one stroke. Agonizingly slow, I slid out of my sister, and gently pushed my needy cock back into her.

"Ohhh," she moaned. "That's so...ahhhh," she whispered.

I looked down at this woman, and took her again, stretching her pussy with my thickness. I could tell she wanted to be pummelled, but I refused. I would slowly bring Chrissie to the delicious release she so needed. This was no time to fuck my big sister. I took her slow, teasing more of her juices from inside her.

I felt her clenching her cunt muscles, needing to sense all of my potent prick inside her. Her head was thrashing back and forth, absorbing just some of the feelings running through her sweaty body. I could feel her hands on my chest, roughly touching me. My hips

continued to lurch in and back out, the same pace set, which was

building her up. I could feel legs around my waist, her heels on my ass. Chrissie wouldn't let me out until I had spilled all of my thick seed inside her.

I moved my hips, back and forth, causing my cock to rub different parts of her cunt. Then I teasingly pulled my prick out, leaving only the thick head inside, then thrusting myself back into her. My pelvis drove back inside her, holding myself firm in her. I needed her to feel my urgent desire, the desire she brings to me.

Her wetness was gushing all over us. I leant up on my hands, and took her, just taking my beautiful sister to the point we both needed.

Her little 'oooo's and 'uhhhh's' took over my senses. I could feel my balls tighten, Chrissie's cunt grasping me, and I pushed a stream of cum deep inside her. Chrissie felt the first burst, and that

set her off, moaning, grabbing any part of my body she could, and

taking me. My cock erupted again, and again, my cum slipping from my prick, into her. She caught her breath with every stream, the thick fluid filling her, planting my thick seed inside her. Our hips matched each other, as we fucked each other until we were both drained.

Chrissie looked at me, smiled, and smacked my chest, totally spent.

We looked at each other and laughed.

"Happy now, kitten?" I raspily asked.

"Oh, Tom...so...so happy," she sighed.

"Sorry. You're more important than any market, all right?"

"I was hoping so, darling man," she sighed.

"You are spoiled though!" I said, charmingly.

"Probably," she giggled. "But you wouldn't have me any other way,

would you?"

"Hmmm?" I huffed, and kissed her.

We laid in each other's arms, which was feeling so natural and normal. We were inexplicitly linked, Chrissie and I.

My strength was waning, but I knew we needed to start the day. If I hadn't made plans, this is where we'd stay. A warm bed, food and liquor deliveries, and a window on London would be more than enough.

"Okay. Up!" Chrissie laughed. "I know you want to get going. You could have been a bit quicker though, so, it's all your fault!" she giggled.

"Quick shower?" I asked.

"What do you think, Tom?" she chuckled.

"You do know when you finally go off the pill, you're going to

pregnant in no time?" I asked, smiling.

"God, Tom. I do hope so!" she cackled. "Come on, lazy- bones. Up! We have places to go etc, etc."

"You're so fucking romantic, darling," I laughed, as I stumbled out of bed, heading for the bathroom.

I looked at myself in the mirror and laughed.

Fuck, I thought...

I washed my face, quickly brushed my teeth and gargled. Chrissie was half-dressed, for the second time today. We held each other and embraced.

Chrissie was wearing a beautifully cut pair of light, linen trousers with her obligatory silk blouse, buttons undone for me, I imagined.

I dressed just a fast in my standard chinos, and starched shirt. We

were almost out of here. I took Chrissie's hand, had a quick look

around, and we headed out. We said good morning to Markus as

we made our way to the underground parking. I opened Chrissie's door. Her smile had not left her face.

We headed out into London traffic, as I sped down an all-but-abandoned side road. I looked over at Chrissie. I think she was

beginning to like this car. It took a while to get to Notting Hill, but Chrissie didn't mind. Her head was bopping all over, looking this way, and then that way. I tried to point out a few locations, but it's always best to see London on foot. Chrissie's hand felt so natural on my thigh as we drove through Central London. I could only squeeze hers, between shifts of the car.

She saw the neighbourhoods were changing, and remarked on the architecture, going from modern to Georgian in the space of a few blocks. I was going to love being her tour guide!

I found parking, not far from where we heading, so we pulled up. I

looked at my wide-eyed, excited sister. I put my hand behind her

head, pulled her lips to mine, and we kissed.

I grabbed my backpack from the boot, and helped Chrissie out of the car. Her whole demeanour had changed. I wasn't sure if it was the lovemaking or the car! She seemed to have this aura about her, as if she belonged. I loved it.

I grabbed her hand and we headed towards Westbourne Park Road. It was just after nine so we were still early, even if Chrissie wanted us to be late! Chrissie stopped as we walked along

Westbourne.

"Is that...is that from my favourite film, Tom?" she squealed,

pointing to a house.

I smiled. "Yes. I brought you this way just to see if it really is your favourite film. Yep. That's the house," I smiled. Of course, for my sins, I had to stand with her in front of it so she could take fifty selfies. I had a feeling we'd be re-watching 'Four Wedding and a

Funeral' soon.

We continued on, and came to Portobello Road. The look on her

face was priceless! She broke out in a huge grin, as if she had

never seen anything like this. I pulled my camera out of the bag. I

always brought it along, wherever I walked around London. Chrissie saw it, and smiled. Quick as a flash, she had her phone out, again. She needed to 'document' our day, embarrassing as it was but...

"Where...where do we start, Tom?" she asked, overwhelmed by the people and scenery.

They block off the main street, for the most part, so all and sundry can walk and pootle about.

"There are one or two places I'd like to take you, but wherever catches your eye. Inside these buildings, there's row after row of stalls set up, so we'll pace ourselves. I have an idea about Emily's gift, and just hope they're still here. There's also an antiquarian bookshop I come to that I think you'll love. We can keep an eye out

for the kids, and mom and dad. And you, too!" I smiled.

Chrissie linked her arm through mine, and we made our way along the road. She was in her element.

I found the bookshop so we popped in. Chrissie began browsing about, totally in love with the place. The ambience, and smell of old books, permeated the walls. Chrissie had this innocent, and relaxed smile. I was thrilled. I took a few photos, hoping she hadn't noticed.

We walked together through the small doorways, books piled

everywhere. Our arms were around each other's waist, as we walked together through the many rooms. She would stop, and pull a book from a shelf, and I would wrap my arm around her shoulder, and pull her into me.

The first editions were in a case in the back, so I stealthily moved her in that direction. I had been here before I went to Chicago, looking for a particular book. They had found it for me, and

contacted me at the office. I told them I would collect it when I

returned, but paid for it.

I had called them, whilst still in Chicago, knowing then that Chrissie

would be returning with me. I set up an innocent ploy, which they

were more than willing to go along with me.

I left Chrissie, and found the owner, introducing myself. He was a genial, older guy, weathered, but sharp. He showed me the book, and I looked it over carefully. It was just as he described. We went over my devious plan, which he rather enjoyed, his good eye

gleaming.

I found Chrissie, and walked over.

"See anything you like, darling?" I asked.

"Gosh, Tom! SO much," she said, excited beyond

words.

"Who's your favourite author, Chrissie?" I asked, knowing full well who it was.

"How could you forget THAT, Tom? I'm ashamed of you!" she said,

faux indignation oozing from her mouth. "Jane Austen! How could you forget?" she said, genuinely hurt now.

I called Burt, the owner, over.

"Excuse me, sir. You wouldn't happen to have any first editions of, say, Pride and Prejudice?" I asked, innocently.