Take Me, Tom Pt. 18-20
Tem 26, 2022 // By:analsex // No Comment
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As always, a huge ‘thanks’ to Kenjisato for his keen eye and help with the all-important editing. The guys a star! Any mistakes are mine, though. Thanks to Paolo for his invaluable proofreading. Both of these people are, hopefully, making me a ‘better’ writer?
Thanks to everyone who has read the stories, and left comments. I learn from them all.
Chapter 18 Saturday Morning at the Hotel
We woke early, but well after the sun was up. We lay together, sweetly twisted around each other. We looked at each other and just laughed.
“Well, that was different,” she chuckled.
“Thank God for Janet, eh?” I smiled. “I think we should have her on a permanent retainer! Breakfast in bed or…”
“Mmm, that sounds delicious, Tom. Thank you…”
I leant in and kissed Chrissie, stinky mouth and all. I lifted the sheets, first to look at her, and then to clamber out and piss.
I turned and looked at my sister, her eyes on me shining.
“Here,” I said, handing her a card. “See what you like and we’ll order it, okay?” I said, as I made my way to the bathroom. I was back out and in bed in a few minutes. Chrissie pointed to what she wanted, kissed me and ran to the bathroom. I called room service and ordered a mixed fruit bowl for two, two orders of our favourite eggs Benedict, juice, coffee and tea. That would suffice, and wake us up.
Chrissie shimmied back to the bed, naked and priceless.
“What time is check-out?” she asked.
“I think ten-ish, but we’re in no hurry.”
Chrissie leant over and grabbed her phone. She called Janet to give her an update and to check all was okay. Janet didn’t ask where she was or who she was with. I heard her talking with the kids on Facetime, keeping me out of view. We had to figure out what, if anything, we said to Janet. She would, rightly, assume that we were together?
Just another hurdle, I guess…
Chrissie put some music on and we just lay in each other’s arms, safe and secure in our little bubble. If only life could be like this…
“How long ’til breakfast,” Chrissie asked, with raised eyebrows.
“Not long enough,” I sighed, knowing exactly what was on her mind.
“Humph…” she snorted.
“Fuck it,” I said, and dove under the covers, my mouth hovering over her ill-treated pussy. Chrissie laughed… then moaned.
“Ughhh, Tom! You’re such a… nasty fuck,” she groaned, as my tongue found her musky cunt.
I could taste the delirious mix of pee and our cum.
“No, Tom. Really. Shower first? Really…” but her gyrations said something different.
I tongued her still swollen labia. My hands held her hips down so she couldn’t move, whilst I went down on my sister.
My tongue played with her clit, wasting little time in getting my sister to cum in my mouth. My long, teasing lashes had her dripping in no time. God, how I loved her taste.
Chrissie’s hands were holding my head to her cunt, never mind her earlier protests.
I loved how she would raise her pussy to my mouth, making certain contact wasn’t lost. I slid my tongue between her folds, flicking her clitty as I reached the top. I brought my mouth to her and gently sucked her little nib. I was tempted to slide several fingers into her but thought better of it. My cock would fill that space better, My tongue delved between her lips again, pushing further into her. Her little hips began to fuck my mouth. I teased her by varying my strokes, sometimes hard, other times softer. I was playing with her body. Chrissie’s wetness had soaked my face, and the expensive sheets beneath us.
I sucked her earthy lips into my mouth, one at a time. Chrissie didn’t ‘like’ her fleshy lips. She thought they were weird because they didn’t look like anyone else’s. I loved them just because they were so different. I loved the texture of the skin, and the fact I could greedily suck them. My tongue lashed her whilst I slowly slid a single finger inside her. I loved it when my sister squirmed. I slid another in, a perfect accompaniment to the first. I was licking her folds as much as the juices flowing onto my fingers. I played with her cunt, moving my fingers around inside, loving the feeling of her little ridges. I sucked her clit, covering my whole mouth with it.
“So close, lover. So…so…clo…” she gasped, as my tongue never stopped stroking her.
I felt those beautiful little tremors that set me off. I sucked her hard little nib as she came into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could but knew that Chrissie had more within her. I tasted the difference in her exertions, and knew she was squirting her love.
I lay there and let her cover me. God, how I loved how she smelled.
Chrissie was rubbing my face all over her gushy cunt. I let her use me. I needed her to be satisfied. This was our morning.
Her body went limp as her hips fell to the bed and her hands flopped off my head. I smiled to myself. I continued to clean my sister up, lovingly licking her sodden cunt.
“Ahhhh,” kaçak iddaa she moaned. “My God, Tom. Just…just fucking…marry me!” she raucously laughed.
I lifted my drenched face, smiled and said, “One day, darling. One day.”
I leant in and licked her again then crawled up her body, kissing and licking my way to her mouth. My stained mouth met hers and we passionately kissed. “Now!” I gasped, “where’s that breakfast!”
Chrissie playfully slapped me. I gave her that one.
We lay there, soaked and reeking of her essence. There wasn’t a better way to start any day. I lay on her chest, my tongue still active enough to lick her breasts. Chrissie held my head tight to them.
It must have been five minutes later when there was a knock at the door. We looked at each other, questioning who was going to answer. We both laughed, knowing full well it would be me.
“Coming,” I called out, whilst grabbing my robe and hurriedly putting it on.
A woman, dressed in the requisite hotel uniform, had our food caddy. I opened the door and let her wheel it in. She had a quizzical look on her face as she looked at my dishevelled, coated face. I could only smile. She professionally placed the food on the dining table, whilst trying not to look at Chrissie, chastely under the covers, but having that sweet, post-orgasmic look in her eyes.
Chrissie muttered a quiet, “Good morning,” to her. She was too professional to say anything back but, “Good morning, ma’am.”
I rummaged around in my trouser pockets and found some bills for a tip. I handed her a healthy tip and just, “Thanks. We appreciate it.”
“Have a wonderful…breakfast,” she smiled, looking at me and then Chrissie.
“We are,” I whispered.
I let her out and burst into laughter. Chrissie hid her head under the sheets, but I could tell she was laughing, too.
“C’mon, you tart. Breakfast!” I grinned.
“Tart, eh? Humph,” she replied, as she threw off the covers and ran over to the table.
I laid out our breakfast and we both took a deep breath. Chrissie grabbed a croissant, buttered and jammed it, and wolfed it down.
“Someone’s worked up an appetite, eh?” I laughed.
“Pass me the marmalade, please,” is all she said, sticking out her tongue at me.
Our view of the park in the morning set the tone. Chrissie’s company just added to the ambience. We relaxed, chatted and just basked in each other’s company.
“So? Are we heading home when they kick us out of here, or what?” I asked.
“We probably should, don’t you think? I’ll give Janet a call and let her know we’ll be back by midday, just in case she has plans. I’ll say it again, Tom. I love our life.”
“Well, we gotta keep the spark going somehow!” I laughed. “It’s been two weeks now, so no slacking off!”
Chrissie threw a croissant at me, and smiled.
“The eggs Benedict are just a bit better than yours. Or mine!” I smirked.
“I was waiting for that,” she sneered.
We finished what we could, and went over to the settee and sat. My arm went around Chrissie’s shoulder and I pulled her in. I leant down and inhaled the scent of her hair. It was the second-best fragrance on Chrissie.
They had left a Tribune for us, so we shared the paper and lazily flipped pages. After ten, maybe fifteen minutes, Chrissie turned to me and whispered, “Shower, sweetheart?”
God, how I loved those words.
I stood up and helped Chrissie stand. Her legs were still a bit wobbly from her morning orgasm. I finished the last of my tea and took Chrissie to the bathroom.
“Let me figure this out,” I said, as I went into the shower and began fiddling with dials. In no time, a fine stream of hot water was flowing.
I helped Chrissie, and we walked under the showerhead. They had a variety of lotions and potions to choose from so I grabbed one and lathered up my washcloth. Chrissie did the same with hers but with a different scent. We stood in front of each other and slowly washed each other. I loved this part of our mornings. I leant in and kissed her little nose and continued to wash my sister down.
I knelt first, Chrissie knowing exactly where I was heading.
I was getting so predictable!
She squeezed her washcloth and a trickle of soap suds ran down her body, over her tits, down her toned stomach and dripping onto her cunt. I knelt forward and rubbed my nose into her sparse, red hair. My tongue abused her pussy, again. Chrissie slid from my grasp and turned around. She deftly soaped up her cloth again and squeezed it out, all over her ass. I knew what she wanted.
I ran my fingers through her little valley, pressing a single finger onto her little puckered hole. I could feel her push back, just a bit.
I brought my mouth to her ass and bit her, then kissed the little red mark. I bit her again. And again. I slowly slipped a finger into her tight, little hole and kept it there. Chrissie’s ass was arched up, ready for any intrusion. My cock was leaking onto the floor of the shower, kaçak bahis my patience quickly floating down the drain. I wanted her. I needed her. I pulled Chrissie by the hair and pushed her against the far wall, out of the mist of the shower. I grabbed a bottle of gel and poured it on her delicious crevice. I poured the same on my meaty prick.
“Bend over,” I barked.
Chrissie seductively bent her waist and stuck her butt out to me. I slapped her ass, the sound reverberating off the bathroom walls.
“Ooh, FUCK!” Chrissie yelled.
I spanked her butt again. This time I heard nothing but a muffled moan from her. I laid my cock on her slit and rubbed it up and down. I knew she felt the thickness and hardness of me. I fucked her little crack, my cock rising and sliding back down. I had Chrissie’s hair in one hand, pulling it, and her head, backwards.
Fuck this, I thought…
I grasped my cock and squeezed it, a glob of pre-cum settling on the head of my prick. I used both hands to spread Chrissie’s ass cheeks and moved my urgent cock to her crinkled hole. I pushed the head in, slowly. I could hear Chrissie’s loud gasps. I brought one hand back to her hair and pulled.
“Do you like this, Chrissie? Hmmm? Do you like your…brother fucking your…ass?” I taunted.
“Fuck you…Tom. Just…just…take me you…you…”
And I pushed my slick cock a bit further into her, Chrissie bending over even further with every inch penetrating her.
“I’m going to…fuck your ass, Chrissie? Hmmm?” I rasped.
“Do it you…bastard. Just…do…it!” she screamed.
I watched as my prick disappeared inside her tight asshole. I couldn’t believe her little ass could take my meat. I slid in further, taking it slow so she could get used to the violation.
Chrissie’s head was against the tiled wall, I could hear her breathing quicken and her little moans coming from her mouth.
I slipped the rest of my six inches inside her and held her firm. Slowly I pulled out, just a bit, then slid back inside. I grabbed the bottle of gel and poured it over her back, hearing Chrissie softly moan as she felt the thick liquid pouring over her. I watched as the gooey gel followed the contour of her body ’til it slid along her crevice and onto my cock, giving further lubrication so I could fuck her slower.
Chrissie was clenching her ass muscles, keeping me tight and inside her and, no doubt, touching all those little, erotic, sensory nerve endings. My hands grasped her hips as I slowly ploughed into her. And back out. I responded to Chrissie’s motions, and her to mine. We were close, so close.
I felt Chrissie’s quivering. I ran one hand up her back, feeling her sensuously push back on my embedded cock with every touch. I grabbed her hair and leant in.
“I love you, Chrissie,” and exploded inside her.
I was hoping I wasn’t hurting her, but my desire and lust had overtaken any semblance of clear thoughts. My prick took her, releasing my pent up sperm deep inside her. Chrissie was laughing, a long, low, throaty sensual laugh as I emptied my balls in her. My hands came around to her pert breasts, and I pulled them, touched them, fondled them.
I gave my sister two, perhaps three, long streams of my manly cum. I put one hand on the wall to hold myself steady as I drained myself, and I slid out of her. My head fell against her wet hair. I turned her around and we kissed, both of us exhausted. I pulled her down to the floor and moved under the welcome mist. We held each other, sprawled out and breathed deeply.
“My God, darling. You’re such a…” and I was lost for words.
“I know…Tom. I…I loved…” she moaned.
We lay like that, Chrissie between my spread legs, her head on my shoulder and her arms around my neck. My fingers swept through her copper hair, pulling it back every so often, so I could lean in and kiss her head. Chrissie’s fingers played with my chest, her soft touch warming me.
Eventually, we caught our breath and thought it better to move. I helped Chrissie stand and we walked out of the shower. I grabbed a towel and dried her, starting with her long, red hair, mussed it up as I tenderly touched her. I held her face in the towel and kissed her. Chrissie just murmured soft noises.
I gently dried her ass, now red and lovingly abused. I handed her the towel and she dried me off, gently kissing my flaccid cock.
I heard her murmur of, “Thank you,” as she lifted and kissed it. I chuckled to myself.
We made our way to the bed and flopped down, touching each other.
“Lunch?” I said, laughing.
“Not a bad idea,” she giggled. “There may be a bit of breakfast left though.”
“I guess we should start getting ourselves ready?” I asked.
“Don’t wanna but, yes, we should. Janet will be waiting and we have a whole day so…”
We dressed and took a last look around the room. God, it was a mess! We held hands as we entered the lift. We looked at each other and hugged. At the desk, we paid and thanked illegal bahis them for a delightful stay. We both saw the wry, professional smiles. I handed the valet my ticket and he brought it around. We tipped, and slipped into the car. We looked at each other and laughed.
We made our way out of the city and headed for suburbia. Chrissie put some insipid ‘pop’ music on, and we both bopped along the highway.
“What do you want to do with the kids today? Any plans?” I asked.
“None, really. I hadn’t planned on having them back so soon so…We could head back to the woods for a picnic or head down to the lakefront or even head over to the Field Museum and see Sue again. At least you’ll behave this time!” she smiled.
“Let’s see what they’re in the mood for and take it from there, okay?” I said.
It would be our first Family Day Outing.
Jeez, I thought…This is getting real now.
We pulled up to the house, both of us suddenly feeling like we were heading for the Walk of Shame. I hoped Janet would be gentle with us. This was going to be interesting.
“So, do we explain to our twenty-three-year-old babysitter where we have been, and why we didn’t come home? Or just act as normal as we can?” I asked Chrissie.
She laughed out loud. “You REALLY do overthink things, eh Tom?”
“Oh. So you’ve done this before?” I asked, puzzled.
“Well, yes. But NOT with my brother so…yeah, I guess we should, uh, play it by ear?” she said, with a whole lot of hesitation.
Fuck, that is all I could think.
We got out of the car and headed for the front door, wearing the same clothes as we had on fourteen hours ago. I sheepishly opened the door.
God, I thought. This is worse than when I used to sneak back in when I was seventeen!
All eyes turned to us as we walked in. David and Chloe ran over to us, laughing and happy. Janet? Hmm. She looked at me and gave me a coy smile. Nothing overt, but I could tell. I thought it best to ignore her gaze.
“How have they been?” I asked, trying to deflect any looming questions.
They’ve been wonderful…Uncle Tom,” she half-smirked. “They’ve missed you both, but they’ve been good. How was…your evening…Uncle Tom?” she asked, ramping up the uncomfortable levels a bit more.
“We…we had a lovely night, thanks. The company had plenty of spare rooms so we thought it best to stay, rather than drive home. We had a bit too much to eat and drink so…” hoping my feeble, made-up excuse, would suffice.
“I…I thought as much. I’m so glad you had a wonderful night,” she said then whispered, “Chrissie has missed a good… night out,” she smiled, her words dripping hidden innuendo.
Janet went over and hugged Chrissie. “I’m glad you had a good night, Chrissie,” she said.
“It was…was…a great evening. Yes. Thanks, Janet,” Chrissie stumbled. “So, can we have a quick word with you?” Chrissie asked. “Kids, why don’t you go outside for a bit. Mommy and Tom need to talk with Janet.”
When the kids were outside, Chrissie turned to Janet.
“Now. About us going to London? Mom and dad are happy to watch the kids, okay? That will free you up just a bit. But…we’d still like you to do the school runs, and get them settled when you get them home? I’ll ask you to pop over sometime when we can get everyone together just to go over things. Of course, we’ll pay you for the extra time, okay? The kids love you, so I’d like to keep that continuity. We could really use your help, Janet.”
“That will work out great for me, Chrissie. I’d love to continue with what I do, too. I’ll do whatever I can to help out your parents, okay?”
“You’re a star, Janet. Thanks. Thanks so much,” Chrissie said and hugged her again. “Let us get you paid so you can get out and enjoy your day.”
Chrissie grabbed her purse and pulled out some bills and handed them to Janet. I walked over and stealthily slid a fifty in her hand, saying, “Thanks. We DO appreciate it, Janet.” She gave me a warm hug and thanked me.
“See you Monday, then,” she grinned, and hugged the kids, then us, again, and made her way out to her car.
“Well,” Chrissie said. “That went well, you think?” Chrissie asked.
“Hmmm, I don’t think much gets by that girl,” I said.
“She’s okay, Tom. Relax. She’s been with me for a few years now. I trust her with my kids so trust her to be discreet, too. If you want, I can have a little girl-to-girl talk sometime, okay?” Chrissie said, reassuringly.
We checked to make sure everything was well with David and Chloe and caught up on what they’d been up to. They wanted to know where we were so Chrissie told them all about the party. They seemed satisfied.
“So, kids, where would you like to go today? Uncle Tom suggested either the beach, the woods for a walk or we could go visit Sue again. What do you think?” she asked them.
Both David and Chloe yelled out, in unison, “Sue! Can we go see Sue?” and our day was set. David helped Chrissie get a little picnic together and I helped Chloe round-up coats. I slid into the bathroom and changed quickly. I took over from Chrissie so she could slip out of her wrinkled dress and get a bit more presentable to the general public.
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