Take Me, Tom Pt. 33-35

"Just relax, Chrissie. Feel your body, feel my hands, and all the sensations running through your body," I whispered.

I brought my fingers to her ears, gently massaged them, and then let my hands flow through her hair, massaging her scalp. I could feel Chrissie's moans through her head, encouraging me to continue. My fingers slid down to her shoulders, taking each arm, slavering coconut on her, the smell wafting through the bedroom. I went slow, drawing out every moment. I massaged her head, smiling at the serene look on her face.

"This is for you, Chrissie," I whispered. "Relax. Feel the way my hands are touching you.

Can you feel my slippery fingers? Hmmm? This is for you, darling," I whispered, not want

ing an answer to any question.

Chrissie's little 'ahhs' and 'ohhs' was permission enough to knead her soft skin harder.

"You're not allowed to cum, darling. Keep it inside, let it build," I said.

My fingers delved between, and down, this little valley. I was careful not to touch her labia, but slipped a finger along each side, sliding around her mound. I looked up at my sister, and saw her hands gripping the sheets.

"Are you okay, darling," I whispered.

"So much, Tom," she moaned.

I walked to the side of the bed, and dripped oil on her chest, the glossy syrup following the contours of her body. I leant down, and bathed her body with my hands. I ran my fingers around her neck, over her shoulders and across her breasts. My hands drifted over her hard nipples, just touching them. I took each hard nib, and gently squeezed them, Chrissie uttering only sounds.

My slick hands slavered the scented oil over her chest, loving the lustre of her skin. My hands swept over her breasts, feeling her little nipples harden under my touch. I would pull them, just a bit, on every pass, feeling Chrissie react to the sharp little tugs.

I traced the contour of her body, gently massaging her stomach, and delving between her thighs, careful not to get too close to her aching vulva. My hands trailed back up her flawless body, the candlelight glimmering off her body. My hands covered her full breasts again, feeling the rhythm of her heart under them. I worked my way further down, my fingers never leaving her warmth.

When I felt she was climbing to an orgasm, I pulled back and moved my fingers.

"Deep breaths, Chrissie. Deep breaths, darling," I instructed her.

I moved from the side of the bed, and laid between Chrissie's open legs. I poured a liberal amount of the balm on her stomach, my fingers moving it down, and coating her vulva. I could feel Chrissie take a sharp breath in.

I moved her legs open, just a bit more. The liniment was dripping along that valley of her hips and thighs. I gently brought my fingers to the outside of her vulva, slowly massaging her with the fingers of both hands. Chrissie was so good. Not once did I feel her normal reaction of raised hips. She laid there and absorbed what I was doing. I massaged the sides then, slowly ran a single digit on the outside of her opening, and lightly touched her hooded clit, circling, pushing on it and tapping it, my free hand on her stomach, gently rubbing her to keep her energy flowing.

"Just breathe deep, darling," I whispered. When I felt her wetness flowing, I pulled back from my soft touches.

I ran a finger in little circles around her clitty, one way, then the other. I would widen the circle, then made smaller circles, keeping Chrissie on edge. I took care of my sister for twenty minutes or so. She was such a good girl, but I knew she was ready.

"Chrissie?" I asked. "Can I finger you?" I said, not in my usual teasing voice.

"Oh God, Tom. You had better!" she moaned.

I had to smile.

I curved my middle finger, and slowly slipped it between her wet lips. I brought my finger inside her and massaged, and felt her, curling my finger and gently stroking her. My free hand was still massaging her stomach. I laid my thumb on her exposed clit, applying pressure off and on. I could feel Chrissie's exertions beginning, so I pulled my finger out, and my thumb off her clit. Chrissie moaned, "NO" but I left her empty. I gently blew on her labia, my tongue so eager to taste her.

"Relax, sweetheart. Deep breaths," I urged.

When she had calmed a bit, I slid two fingers inside, just touching her, not fucking her. My fingers curled upwards, touching all those minute places she loved to be touched.

I began to tap on her clit, alternating between a firm and soft touch. I stopped that, and rubbed her hardness in a little circle. I could feel Chrissie's pussy grabbing my fingers, her little sweet tremors taking hold. I pushed on her clit, rubbing as I did so, and she came. Chrissie's hips raised up, she screamed, and she squirted all over my face. A long stream of her honeyed, pungent cum hit my face. I kept my fingers inside her, still only massaging, although every thought of mine was to fuck her with them. Chrissie was thrashing around, her head moving back and forth, her hands trying to pull my head down onto her. I helped her through her orgasm, my fingers lavishing their potency on her. She squirted three, maybe four times, my face covered in her sap. On the last exertions, she pushed my fingers away, and lay there, panting, and swearing. I looked up at her, and smiled. I grabbed one of the hand towels, and wiped my face, then her sodden pussy. It was a

losing battle to dry the sheets.

"Tom...up here..." Chrissie groaned.

I crawled between her thighs, and slid up her body, the oil helping me along.

"Where did you..." and her voice trailed off.

I leaned down and kissed her, her face hot and sweaty. I rolled off her, thinking she needed to breath, but I laid my hand on her, tenderly stroking the excess oil into her body.

"Sor...sorry, darling. That's not how...I expected it to..." and my voice trailed off.

"I'm...I'm not complai..." Chrissie breathed.

We both chuckled.

"Let me...catch my breath..." Chrissie giggled.

We lay there, both exhausted from exertions, although Chrissie was a bit more than me. We were both covered with the slight sheen of the oil and my sister's secretions.

I crawled from the bed, and headed to the kitchen, not thinking that we may have needed

a drink at some point. I poured us a cold glass of the cucumber and lime drink, bringing

the bottle back with me. I handed it to Chrissie, her hands still wobbly. I helped her sit up, holding the glass in her hand. She looked at me and smiled the most sated smile.

"Give...give me a few minutes and...and I'll do that to you, beautiful man," she

whispered.

"I'm in no hurry. Catch your breath, relax," I replied. "But...how do you feel? I have an idea but...was it better or?" I asked, needing some feedback on our escapade.

"Tom...that was THE most intense...orgasm I have EVER had! What did you do...to me?" she grinned.

I drank the fluid down in one long gulp, then laid down next to her. I pulled her to my chest, our hearts not yet quieted.

"I...I think it was everything, Chrissie. Our connection, the staring, and the massage. Not a bad combination, eh?" I chuckled.

Chrissie playfully slapped my chest, giggling like a little maniac. We lay there, the soft music wrapping itself around us, the scent of coconut and cum filling the room.

"Tom?" she sighed. "I...meant what I said at the Shard, and...it is NOT because of what you just put me through, okay? I meant it, with all of my heart. It's you, darling.You DO fill me, and again, I'm not talking about the sex. It's you, Tom. God, Tom...it's you," she sighed, and kissed my chest. "Although the sex is wonderfully fabulous!" she cackled.

"It's us, Chrissie. We were meant to be, I just know it."

"I...I know you're probably SO frustrated right now, but could we wait...for a while?" she asked, hopefully.

"Behave, darling. Of course. Hey, there'll be times when I'll, uh, finish before you, too,

so..."

"Oh, I seriously doubt THAT Tom," she laughed.

I checked the clock. We had an hour before we caught up with the kids. Just enough time for...?

I held her against me, and kissed her head, her red hair tickling my nose. But that was fine.

"Quick shower before we call the kids?" I asked.

"We probably should. There is NO way I could face the kids OR our parents after what you just did to me," she snickered. "C'mon you...let's go," she harassed me.

We clambered out of the damp bed, and unsteadily walked to the bathroom, Chrissie's ass, still coated with a glaze of oil. I wanted to spank her bottom. Repeatedly.

Chapter 35

Wednesday Night

Chrissie POV

I walked, with still unsteady legs, to the shower. Tom was behind me, cradling me in his strong arms, my body and heart, safe. Safe and secure with the true love of my life. Every time I thought of him, my brother, and all he had brought to my life, my heart fluttered. I

felt so young, as if this was truly the first time I had actually been in love. Of course, I had deep connections with people in my life. A few ex's, maybe even Jack, at some point, but this, this was unlike any of them. This depth was indescribable. The only person to come even close was Em. My heart sank at the thought of not having her in our life.

I felt Tom's firm hands washing my hair. I think I actually swooned! And here I thought this only happened in my Jane Austen books! My mind cast back to this morning, when this incredible day started. There was my brother, showing off his prowess in the kitchen. I would have laughed if anyone had told me he was so versatile.

Tom? A cook? Pshah!

Breakfast in bed, made by my own brother. No other man has ever, and I mean ever, treated me so well. This all came so naturally to him. I could tell it wasn't forced or contrived. It was who he is, and I fell in love just a bit more. I thought about David and Chloe and how he was going to bring so much to their lives. I couldn't ask for a better role

model for my two.

I was touched when he mentioned buying a brooch for Janet. He was always thinking of others. Even with his manly ego, he thought of others.

We headed back to Portobello Road, where we spent a wonderful Saturday morning. Tom was so excited about showing me his London. I slid into Tom's car, loving the feel of the seats, the way my body molded to them. I must admit, every time he turned the engine over, I smiled. I could feel the surge of power, and melted. I would have a sneaky look at Tom, so self-assured, so in control as he shifted gears, the car smoothly lurching along, the hum of the engine, quite exciting. I wasn't going to let him know though! Goodness knows what he would do with THAT information!

As we walked along, I reveled in his touches, his arm lovingly around me. We found the jewlery shop, and Tom didn't hesitate at my selection. He had an opinion, of course, but listened to mine, too. I still didn't like him spending that much on her, but he brushed away my concerns. He knew this would be a special gift for someone who had been supporting me, and the kids, for so many years. I wasn't looking forward to the day she left.

Tom took us to two galleries he had chosen, knowing, hopefully, that I would like them. See, this wasn't about him, it was about others.

We pulled into this, seemingly ordinary, almost suburban house. Well, suburban by London standards. Tom indulged me as I looked through countless books of Morris prints. I could tell that Tom wasn't particularly enamoured with those from the corner of my eye, but he had this quiet stoicism about him. If only I had a little of that! We then drove to his next location, the Wallace Collection. I loved it! I tried to imagine myself working here, looking around to see what I could add to the ambience of the gallery. I saw some

potential, and made notes, just in case. Our future was so exciting.

I was brought back to reality by Tom's hands on my shoulders, his hands gently slipping

around my neck, and gently squeezing. When did my brother ever become the sensuous

man he had become? If only I had known, I may have been just a bit braver fourteen years ago. I loved how his soapy hands held my breasts, fondling them just so. I leaned my head back on his solid chest, my frazzled mind thinking about our lunch.

This man never ceases to amaze me. He brings me to this beautiful building, with the BEST views of London then treats us to a magnificent meal. I sat, enthralled, as we talked, flirted and laughed throughout the meal, which was second to none! His taste, his whole manner was just so attractive. One his clients came over, and Tom asked him to sit with us for a chat. He introduced me as his...fiancée! I was quite taken aback, actually. Sure, after Tom pleased me with his attentive ways, and a glorious orgasm, I would laugh

and tell him to marry me. Okay, I was half-kidding...but only half. But to have him actually say the 'F' word in front of someone? Hmm. My damn heart fluttered again!

Tom took me up to the SkyDeck, I think? It was open, with stunning views of London. I took a LOT of photos knowing mom and dad would love them. The kids? Not so much, right now.

Then he dropped the bombshell, which yes, I probably knew was coming. In just these five days, I felt how our relationship had deepened. It wasn't just the sex, it was him. It was us. I looked into his eyes, and saw the man I wanted to be with, for the rest of my life. His honesty, the way he explained who he was, and what he needed, touched me. I thought of Em, and all we had been through, all she had helped me through. I thought of our intimacy, the closeness we have, but knew I was in love, really, with Tom. I loved Em, yes, but not this way. Not the way Tom is so...so complete.

Knowing Em, the way I do, I knew she'd be so accepting. She must have known that the new dynamic with my brother may change our relationship. I hoped she understood. She wanted only my happiness.

And again, as Tom's fingers swept over my stomach, his fingers covering my still pulsing pussy, my breathing slowed. I was here. With him. My body was still, well, throbbing. How he did to me, what he did, I'll never know. The way he touched me, touched my temples, massaging them, was unbelievable. So incredibly erotic. I thought back, to an hour ago, when he massaged, and touched my sensitive breasts, his lusty fingers tweaking my nipples, causing my pussy to ooze wetness from within. I was his. He could have done anything to me, but what he did was love me. Slowly, gently, persistently and firmly.

I thought back to what he had started two hours ago. I'll be honest, I was expecting to seduce my Tom, to come home with him, and love him. After his honesty, his feelings, so raw and true, I needed to lie with him, together. But what he did instead, took my breath away. When he said we were to shower first, I was surprised. Usually, Tom loves my, uh, earthiness? But tonight, he was different, so different. He wanted us to just look at each other, really look at each other. I found the experience unsettling, sure, but exhilarating, too. My little brother had grown so much in these years. I tried to follow his lead, and relaxed. When he looked at me, I saw his love. I really did. It was so visceral, as if he stripped me away and actually saw me! I've never felt as close, as connected, as coupled with anyone. This phenomenon, if you could call it that, was almost life-changing. If I didn't know before, I knew it now. The soft, rain mist brought me out of my reverie. Tom was still holding me, his hands touching me, his lips on my neck, his stiff cock laying between my butt. I turned around, my arms around his neck, and I kissed him.

"I love you, Chrissie," he murmured.

I lifted his manhood, and laid it on my stomach. My brother needed release, and I knew what I desperately wanted to do with him. He may have expected me to lower myself to my knees, smell him, take him in my mouth while I played with his full balls, and suck his virile cum out of him, savoring his taste, but my love deserved so much more.

"Let's go back to bed, Tom," I said.

He only smiled. The smile I had come to believe in, and love. He turned off the shower, and we stepped out, the warmth emanating from our aroused bodies. He handed me a towel, and I dried him off, elated at the feel of his flesh under me. He pampered my body with his towel, adoringly drying me, my body still glowing from his touches. He swatted my bum, and walked out, heading to the kitchen for another drink.

I ran into the bedroom, straightening towels, refilling the bowls with the delicious coconut oil, and fluffing up the comfy pillows. I sat cross-legged, waiting for his return. His endearing smile caught me off guard. This beautiful man walked towards me, his cock hanging so teasingly. He handed me another glass of juice, and I took a long drink.

"Lay down, darling. There's...there's something I need to do," I whispered.I moved off the bed and he took my place.

"Now. It's time for YOU to relax, okay? Just...relax," I sighed.

I lifted one of the bowls, tipped it, and a stream of cloudy oil slowly poured out onto his chest. I put the bowl down, my hands almost shaking from desire. He was looking at me, so at peace and relaxed. My hands moved to the oil, sliding it around his masculine chest. I could only do what came naturally to me. I pressed down on his chest coating it with the oil, then moved my fingers to his arms, his neck, and gently, his face. I knew how exciting it was when he tenderly massaged my temples, so returned the favor. He closed his eyes, a tranquil look across his face. I half expected to feel his hand on my thigh, or at the very least my still sensitive breast, but he was good, not moving at all.

My hands savored the feel of his tight body, my fingers massaging him deeper with every pass. I could hear his warm moans every time I pressed, and grasped his skin. I slid a wet finger across his lips, and he opened his mouth, just a bit, as I slid my finger in. His tongue on my fingertip spurred me on, my excitement rising. Tom sucked my finger, swallowing the fragrant oil, the way he would my fragrant juices.

My hands came away, and moved down his torso, memorizing every inch of him, as if I hadn't already.

I picked up the bowl again, and dribbled another stream of oil on his groin, the liquid oozing down between his legs. I slid my hands between his thighs, my fingers just touching his full balls. I could feel Tom spread his legs. So generous of him! My little fingers slipped along his thighs, working out any tension that was there. I walked to the end of the bed, and slipped between his open legs. My hands slid up his body. I'm sure he wasn't happy about that! His cock was coming alive, much to my joy. I ran my hands over his chest, pinching his taut nipples. I slid my butt further down, my hands squeezing his flesh as my ass gripped his cock as he slid through me.

"Are you all relaxed, Tom? Tell me, darling. Is this...good for you? Hmm?" I teased.

My Tom only moaned his appreciation, his firm hips pushing up as if to let me know. I ran

my hands down to his manly muscle, slowly wiping the oils from one finger along his

shaft. I grasped his cock and began to stroke him, my hands slivering through his erect cock. His groin was wet and glossy, the oil leaving a beautiful sheen over his member. My little hand played with balls, tenderly rubbing the scented oil into them. I looked at my brother's cock, and saw his pre-cum dripping out. I wanted to lean over, take

his glans in my mouth, and swallow this precious liquid.

My fingers drifted to his thighs, pressing and massaging them, his hardness getting in the way. I slipped a finger further down, and pressed onto his puckered bud, rubbing my slick finger over the little entrance. I could see Tom's chest rising and falling. My other hand was caressing his cock, squeezing more trickles of his pre-cum into my hand.