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As always, a huge thanks to Kenjisato for his editing skills. Your help and perseverance are welcome. Thanks, also, to Paolo for his helpful ideas with structure and direction.

I have another six chapters ready so may include two chapters at a time, for your, hopefully, reading pleasure.

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Chapter 6 First Day at Work

Chrissie laid her head on my shoulder and just held me.

"Oh, Tom. You are. You are so...beautiful. I never believed I would be loved like this. Ever. I thought it was out of my grasp. I couldn't settle for anyone but you," she said sweetly.

She continued to spasm just a bit and I felt her cunt holding me inside her.

I just held her and breathed in her scent. Her hair, her skin, her perfume and her cum.

"We had better enjoy this when we can, Tom. When the kids get back, well..." she laughed.

"We'll always find time, Chrissie. We're too important, okay?"

"Mmmmm..." she cooed.

I held her, just lazily stroking her back and whispering all those post-coital words that lovers do.

Yes, all was good with our world.

Chrissie eventually had to move, so she slowly lifted herself off my now flaccid cock. "Oh, Tom. God! I'm...I'm so wet!" she laughed.

"You look beautiful. Look, Chrissie, our cum is all mixed together."

"I know," she giggled. "Tom," she said, turning serious, "You...you fill me. In every way, you fill me. I still can't believe 'this' has all finally happened. I'm...I'm so happy, Tom," she sighed.

I could only hold her tighter and breathe in her fresh scent.

After ten minutes of soft, quiet mutterings she lifted her head. "Sleep?" she asked.

"Sounds wonderful. I have a big day tomorrow. What time are you leaving in the morning?" I asked.

"Hmm. Well, Jack is doing the school run and pick up so I won't leave until eight-ish? And you?"

"I was thinking about leaving earlier and going to the gym first, showering and changing there, but I've been getting quite a bit of cardio here with you for the last few days so I'll probably head out with you," I laughed.

"I'm glad I'm keeping you fit, brother!" she smirked.

I slapped her petite ass and said, "Okay, up!"

"Stay there? Don't move? I'll go grab a towel and see if I can save this settee!" she said coyly.

Chrissie slid off me, kissing my lips, my chest, my stomach and then lovingly kissed my flaccid, slippery cock. I watched her sweetly walk away, her hips, again, moving just so. After trying to save the settee, she held her hand out and we walked down the hallway to her bedroom. Chrissie used the bathroom first, then left the door open for me to use.

When I came out, she had slivered between the sheets looking so delicious. It felt so natural to be slipping into bed with my sister. We whispered for a few minutes.

"Night, darling Tom," she murmured and turned her back to me.

I put my arm around her waist and kissed her head.

"Night, darling Chrissie."

I fell asleep to the soft sighs of my sister.

Heaven.

I woke before the alarm. I felt the warmth of my sister beside me. She looked adorable from behind, her red hair was all tousled and carefree. I watched her back gently breathe. I loved the contours. I slipped my hands under her chemise and lay it on her hip. I brought my boxer-covered cock to her ass and gently pressed.

Fuck! I thought. She

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s so...so...

I slipped my hardened cock from beneath and laid it on the soft material covering her ass. I gently slipped my fingers between her legs. I could feel the heat coming from her pussy. I slowly slipped a finger across her slit. Very slowly, I found her hooded clit and gently stroked it. In time, I felt her getting wet. Chrissie was still sleeping, but hopefully, my fingers had set her dreaming in another direction. I felt her unconsciously move her hips, just a bit. I was rubbing her pussy, using her cream to lubricate her.

I heard her murmur softly, "Mmmm."

I lifted her chemise, took my cock in hand and slid it between her still closed legs. Slowly, but deliberately, I took hold and replaced my fingers with my cock head. I ran it up and down her moist slit. I continued to stroke her, waiting for her to wake.

"Mmmmm, Tom. What, what..."

I leant in and inhaled her hair. I kissed her head. "Good morning, Chrissie," I sighed quietly. I could feel Chrissie slowly lift her right leg, giving me the access I desired.

"Ohh, Tom..." she mumbled.

I was gently stroking her thigh, revelling in the suppleness. I slowly prodded her little opening, not forcibly, just letting her know.

Chrissie opened her legs a bit more. "Ohhh, Tom," she groaned. "Just...just..."

I put my bulbous, urgent head at her entrance, waiting for her assent. Her hips pushed down, my cock sliding into her. Just a bit.

My face was buried in her hair and I firmly pushed forwards, sliding another inch into her.

"Ohh, my God, Tom," she moaned.

I could feel her copious juices helping me to slide in. I took my hands away from my cock and let her relax her leg. I brought my hands around and fondled her delicious breasts, gently tweaking her nipples.

"Ohh, Tom!" she groaned, as I slid myself carefully into her. "Ughhhhh..." she mewled, as she pushed back, my cock slipping further into her.

I had one hand playing with her breast as the other was running through her hair, over her face and down to her neck. I grabbed her cheek and pulled her face to me. I softly kissed her. I slid myself into her and held her there. I could feel my cock flex inside her as I could feel her pussy muscles clutch my cock. I pushed harder, even though I was bottomed out in her. I grabbed her neck and squeezed. I looked down and saw her perfect ass, moving back and forth as she took my cock.

I began to fuck her. I had a handful of her hair and pulled it every time I thrust into her.

"Tom! God! Tom!" she almost screamed.

"Fuck, Chrissie," I moaned. I felt so hard inside her, so alive. I slowly piston myself, revelling in her almost velvet pussy squeezing me. I ran my fingers across Chrissie's mouth and she sucked them in.

Maddeningly, she sucked and bit them.

"That's it, Chrissie. Take it. Take it all," I groaned. I could feel her body tense up.

Close. So close.

I loved the way her muscles were playing my cock. I pulled my fingers from her mouth and put them on her hip, holding her there. I was pulling by her hips and taking her.

Chrissie clamped down her cunt and spasmed.

I spurted my brotherly seed deep inside her.

Chrissie's ass swept up against my groin, taking all I was able to give her.

I pumped and thrust into her, making certain every thick drop was deep inside her.

Chrissie stopped her shuddering, her body going lifeless.

I wrapped my arms around her, protecting her and holding her. I slowly slipped out from her delicious channel and nuzzled her wet hair.

Chrissie turned over and looked at me with glazed eyes.

"Good morning...Tom," she moaned and we kissed.

The alarm went off and we both laughed.

Chrissie rolled on top of me, our mutual squishy fluids mixing together.

"You... do desire me, don't you?" she smiled.

"All of you, Chrissie. All of you."

Slowly, we regained our composure and we slipped from the bed.

"Shower?" she smiled. "But...just a shower. We have places to be!"

With shared groans, we slipped from the warm and scented bed. I followed Chrissie in and we embraced with deep, long kisses. I washed her and she washed me. I would never tire of slipping the soft cloth between her legs, washing away our combined cum.

I behaved, for once.

I loved washing her hair, rubbing her head and hearing her appreciative moans. Chrissie tenderly washed my now feeble cock.

She smacked my bum and said, "Out! Let me finish up here."

I left the shower, dried off, gathered my shaving paraphernalia and headed for the other bathroom. I had to quickly iron my shirt because I had completely forgotten to yesterday. I'm easily distracted. At times.

I splashed some cologne and I was set. I grabbed my briefcase and laptop and headed to the kitchen. I threw the frittata from yesterday in the oven and cut up some sourdough. I laid out the table with juice for us and waited for Chrissie.

She finally walked into the kitchen.

She was beautiful.

Chrissie was wearing a greyish wrap-around skirt and a cream, flimsy blouse. Professional, but sexy as hell. I couldn't see why there weren't admirers around the block waiting for her.

A deep kiss then breakfast.

"Your breath is better now," she giggled.

"And yours!" I smirked.

"And breakfast! I thought I smelled something yummy. "Thanks, Tom."

"Come on, tuck in whilst it's hot," I implored.

"I...I love your suit, Tom. It fits you so...so well," she gushed as she approached me and ran her fingers under the lapels. "Where did you get this?"

"My MD in London recommended Hackett's on Jermyn Street in London," I answered. "I buy everything there now. 'My' tailor is wonderful."

"Aren't you the big deal, eh?" she smiled.

"Hmmm, maybe," I joked. " We all dress for the job. We have to. And should. We're dealing with some important people. Looks count."

"Still...you look wonderful," Chrissie sighed.

We sat in the morning sun, talking about what the day had in store for us. Time would tell, I guess. I asked her not to make me any dinner as I wouldn't be eating when I got in. It would be too late.

She looked a bit dismayed but agreed.

I knew it would take her a while to see exactly what my work life was like!

"Oops!" she almost yelled, "I forgot. Here's your key. Just come and go as you need, okay?"

"Thanks, Chrissie," I said. "My own key!" I smiled.

"I can take it away, too, if you get too sarky!" she laughed.

A half-hour later, I was set.

Chrissie was on the phone with the kids, just catching up on what school had in store for them today.

Looking at me, I heard her say that their Uncle Tom would call them tonight.

I could only nod my head and smile.

"I'm taking off now, Chrissie. I've forgotten what the motorways are like and want to get in a bit earlier today."

She walked me to the door. Wrapping her arms around me, she hugged me and gave me the most delicious kiss.

"See you later, darling. Have a wonderful day," she smiled. " And thank you for the 'wake-up' this morning," she laughed.

I swatted her soft ass and walked out. She was still standing at the door as I pulled away.

I had a bit of time driving to reflect on the last few days and what it all meant. I was still concerned about this 'first flush' when all is peachy and good. I remembered what Emily had said, "Be kind to her."

Was I? All the 'what-ifs' came flooding back. I had to rationalise all I was going through and its effect.

Damn, is all I could come up with.

I pulled into the building and parked, ready for the day. I needed to clear my head of Chrissie, et al, and concentrate on why I was here.

The day was a pleasant blur.

I caught up with old friends, swapping stories of the last two years.

The MD, Arthur, bought me lunch at a swanky downtown restaurant and was extremely welcoming. I have known him for a few years and have seen him rise through the proverbial ranks. He's a good guy.

I messaged Chrissie at lunch. I felt like a besotted lover.

She messaged back after a while and caught me up on her day. Emily and she had a long, drawn talk about, well, us. God knows what details were spilt.

I told Chrissie it would probably be an early day so I would see her around eight. I had stacks of reports to go through, some I had seen in London, but too many I hadn't. It was a good day and by the end, I had a pretty good handle on what everyone's expectations were. I left around eight and headed to Chrissie's.

I unlocked the door and walked in.

Chrissie walked over to me at the door. "How was work, darling?" sounding every bit like the proverbial 1950s housewife.

I could only laugh.

She handed me a single malt and helped me slip my jacket off. She slowly put her arms around my neck and we kissed.

"Mmmm," she moaned. "I've missed that."

I gave her jeans covered bottom a loving swat. "As have I."

"Are you hungry at all? I've made some hummus and carrots if you are still a bit peckish."

I wasn't but accepted her gesture.

"Wonderful. I'll get it out. You just sit or do what you need to do, okay?"

I kicked off my shoes and plonked down on the settee.

Chrissie brought a platter of bits out and sat with me. I half-heartedly ate a bit.

"Thanks for this, Chrissie, it's really nice of you."

"Well, I wasn't sure when you had eaten so...Do you always put in such a long day?" she asked.

"Not always, but if I must, well, I do. I just wanted to get up to speed as soon as possible."

"I guess this is the start of 'real life' adjustments, eh?" Chrissie sighed.

"It will all be fine, Chrissie. We'll adjust, okay? So, tell me about your day. Any gossip?" I asked, smiling.

"Well, Emily was twisting my ear ALL day! She wanted ALL the details. Don't blush...I only told her a few," she said, laughing.

Now it was my turn to blush.

"She's fine with it. Really. She's been there for me for such a long time. I trust her. Completely. And no, she's not jealous, okay? Men! Ugh!" Chrissie laughed.

"As I said, I'm glad you have someone to 'unburden' yourself to, someone to help you put things into perspective. She seems like a genuine person. I'm glad you have each other."

Chrissie smiled and laid her head on my shoulder. She told me a bit more about the exhibition she's curating and all the goings-on at the Institute.

I told her how great it was catching up with everyone. Sure, there were a lot of new people, but the core was still there.

We just chatted and relaxed as the night wore on.

I accidentally yawned once or twice, so Chrissie finally said, "Bed. C'mon you. You've had a long day," so I took her hand and headed down the hallway.

We both cleaned up and I met Chrissie in, I guess, our bedroom. I had put on some pyjamas instead of boxers. They just felt better. Chrissie was wearing a light, floral silk camisole.

I would never tire of looking at her. I know she purposely bent over to pull back the bedsheets.

Fuck, I thought. I love her breasts

.

We slipped in at the same time. Chrissie lowered the light on her side lamp. She crawled over to me, her head finding its way to my chest. With a low voice, we chatted a bit more, but I was getting distracted.

The more I breathed in the scent of her hair, the harder I was getting.

Chrissie's hand was on my bare stomach, slowly running little circles on my body with her fingers. Her light caresses felt so right.

My hand moved from her hair to the softness of her camisole.

I slowly stroked her back, increasing the pressure the longer she teased my stomach.

"Sleep, Tom. I know you're tired, okay? Do you mind if I read for a bit?"

"Sorry, but yeah, I am tired. You read, okay? The light won't bother me so..."

Chrissie leant over and kissed me whispering, " Sleep."

I drifted off to sleep almost right away.

The alarm woke us both at six-thirty. We turned to each other and slowly embraced. My fingers swept her loose hair away from her face.

How could someone look so good first thing in the morning? I thought.

My hands drifted over her soft camisole, gently touching her small breasts.

"Mmm," she moaned. "That would be nice, but perhaps later on?" she asked, quizzically.

"Later on it is then," I smiled.

"You can lie there, but I'm going to shower. Care to share with me?" she sighed.

"I'm right behind you, Chrissie," I smirked.

"Why am I not surprised?" she said, with a glint in her eye.

The shower room seemed to be our refuge. All that mattered was the two of us and the soft rain-like spray. We washed each other, as before. We took our time, revelling in each other.

I would never tire of soaping my sister and watching as the mist cleared her body. I turned her around and gently pushed her against the wall. With a soaped-up cloth, I ran it over her ass. Slowly I slid it along her tight crevice. I loved the reaction I heard whenever I played with her ass. I dropped the cloth and ran a finger along that glorious slit.

"Mmmm," she mewed.

I gently probed her little bud just to tease her. I could feel her push back. I spanked her little butt. I turned her around.

Facing each other, I grabbed her ass and pulled her up to me. I could hear another low, "Mmmm," coming from Chrissie's throat.

She moved her legs apart.

I lifted her and she wrapped one leg around me. I grasped my cock and slid it against her tiny entrance. I lifted her and brought her back down, my cock impaling her with one swoop.

"Fuck, Tom..." she groaned.

I pushed into her, her ass tight against the wall. Her hands were around my neck, holding on, with her face against my neck. I held her by her ass and slowly rocked back and forth inside her wet furrow. Both Chrissie's feet were off the ground. She was held up my cock and hands. She slowly began to shift, taking me and moving her hips hard against mine. I was kissing her, her hair, her neck and her lips.

"Ohh, Tom...what you...do to...me," she whispered, with bated breath.

"You excite me, Chrissie," I moaned.

I knew that neither one of us would last, but was waiting for her.

"Ohh, Tom! Just...just bite me!" she almost screamed.

I continued to pummel her against the wet wall. I leant in and licked her neck then I bit her. I could feel my sister's body begin to tense up. At her first spasm, I let loose a gushing torrent of thick cum deep inside her.

"Ohh, Tom! I can...I can feel you!" she cried.

I just fucked her, used her tight cunt and climaxed inside her. Chrissie just held on to the fucking I was giving her. Her mouth went to my chest and she bit me. That only spurred me on to fill her even more. I was incoherently grunting with every deep thrust, making certain I would be empty.

"My God, Tom! Just don't stop! Ever!"

Chrissie went ragged in my hands, so I slowly lifted her off my still-hard cock. She tried to stand but couldn't, so I gently lowered us both to the floor of the shower. We looked at each, eyes glazed and wanton.

She playfully slapped my face. "Ohh, Tom. That was...that was..." she moaned, as her hand went to my slippery cock.

We frantically kissed as we laughed and held each other. After we caught our breaths, I stood up and let the rain mist clean me. Chrissie was still on the floor. She knelt up and swiftly took my cock in her mouth and sucked me.

She swatted my bottom this time and calmly said, "Okay. Out! Bad brother!" and smiled.

I left her to compose herself, grabbed a towel and headed to the spare bathroom to get ready.

"Tom?" she asked.

"Yep?"

"I love you..."

Take Me, Tom Chapter 7 At The Beach

After a relaxed and slow breakfast, we both were ready to face the day. My hands seductively roamed over the dress Chrissie was wearing.

"Have a wonderful day, Chrissie," I murmured.

"Mmmm, I will now," she sighed coyly. "Any idea what time we'll expect you?"

Holding her in my arms, I said, "Hopefully, six-ish? I'll see how the day goes and let you know, okay?"

She opened the front door to reality.

I arrived at work and started on the proposal, hoping the managing partners would agree with my proposition. It would take me a few days to put it all together, but we were running the timeline so I had no worries there.

At around ten a.m., I called the Thai restaurant on Michigan Avenue that Chrissie had raved about. I ordered lunch for Emily and her. I wasn't sure exactly what to get, so I kind of made it up. I ordered the seaweed salad, Tom Yom soup, a nice tasting platter of appetisers and the Pad See Ewe noodles. I asked that it be delivered at twelve, and to just ask for Chrissie or Emily in the Exhibition department, with a note from me attached.