As always, a huge thanks to Kenjisato for his editing skills. Any and all mistakes are mine because I don't always listen to him. Thanks to Paolo for his continuing support and
advice. I'm tryin' to edit myself a bit more than usual by cutting out some of the
superfluous stuff. You may not pick up on this 'til later chapters, but they are in the works. I hope. Thanks to everyone who has been following this tome. God knows where or when it will end. Not soon enough for some of you, but others, I hope you are enjoying the ride as much as I am. During their two week break in London, I am 'trying' to concentrate on their growing relationship. Some may appreciate the tour guide, others not so much. I'm thinking it's an integral part of the story ie. Chrissie gets a feel for her brother's life, and perhaps an idea of what their life would be like.
Bear with me, only a few more days!
Chapter 33
( paired with the very end of Chapter 32)
"Fuck off," I said, lovingly. "By the way, we have a meeting on Friday at the V&A. I called Matthew and he's free to have a chat. This is just a prelim, so we'll play it by ear. I need you to think about how we approach this. Did you bring a copy of your CV with you? I propose, and see if you agree, that we tell him as much of our position as we need to, and see what the structure is there. They may not be hiring at all, or even have a hire from-within policy, in the first instance. Either way, he's a nice guy, and we get to visit the V&A!" I said.
"Damn, Tom. You HAVE been busy today! Friday sounds wonderful, though. I know after all we've talked about today, you know, visas and all, this may not happen, but I do think it's worth a visit. Thank you so much, Tom. You just keep coming out with all these surprises!" she gushed.
"I love spending time with you, Tom. You...make me happy," she sighed.
"As you do me, Chrissie. These are precious days for us now. We can do this, you know?" I said.
"We are," she sighed.
The sun was setting and there was just this peaceful calm around us. Long may it last.
I put some music on, and Chrissie grabbed her book, and picked up where she had left off. I pulled out a legal pad and started scribbling notes, for work and for us. I had always found that writing things down helped put them in perspective. I tried not to get too far ahead of myself.
"So, Chrissie, what's up tomorrow?" I asked her, even though she was deep into her book.
She looked up, smiling, luckily, and said, "I'm not too sure. I'd like to head over to the Tate Britain, and maybe over near Covent Garden, you said? The National Portrait Gallery is there, so I'd love to have a walk around there. Any other ideas," she asked.
"Damn, where do I start? You've picked out a few good ones there, darling. You can bring my backpack if you want. Throw some water and a snack in there, if you want. Not that you won't find a good place to eat anyway! You, or we, should head over to Borough Market at some point. It's a wonderful food market. That'll take your breath away.
Kelmscott House is lovely. If you love the Pre-Raphaelites as much as I do, you'll love it," I replied. "If you need any ideas, just ask Markus. He's great for finding these out of the way places," I told her.
"Wonderful, Tom. Thanks. I'll find my way somewhere," she laughed. "Will you be able to spend any time with me this week? I understand, if not but..." she asked.
"Maybe Wednesday? I'll see how much I can get sorted tomorrow. We'll have time, sweetheart, okay?" I reassured her. "Coming to bed, darling," I said.
We turned off the few lights that were on, and we stood in front of the large windows, both of us looking out over the skyline. I wrapped my arms around her, and we both sighed.
"We'll remember this for years to come, Tom. I...I love the memories we're making," she gushed.
I took her hand, and walked her to the bedroom. My fingers pushed her red hair away from her face, as I leaned in and kissed those lips I was getting familiar with. I couldn't help it, but my hands crept under her loose t-shirt, her unencumbered breasts heaved as my fingers came closer. I cupped both, filling my hand just so, and gently fondled them. Chrissie just smirked at me.
"What?" I smiled.
"Nuthin'," she giggled. "I just love that you cannot keep your hands off me," she grinned.
I slapped her tight butt and sighed, "Bed, darling." I should have known. She did the slowest strip tease for me, even though she had but two pieces of clothing on. I was a captive audience.
"You are insatiable, aren't you, Chrissie?"
"Complaining?" she smirked.
I went to her, picked up her slight body and threw her on the bed. Her soft, coy look spurred me on. I grabbed the edges of her leggings, and slowly pulled them down, over her hips, Chrissie lifting her ass, and I pulled them down further. I dragged them down her toned legs, over her little feet and I let them drop to the floor. Chrissie placed both hands over her vagina, hiding, or protecting, her womanhood from my eyes. I bent down, and kissed her hands. They stayed there. I kissed them again, my tongue lingering on her fingers. I tried to stick my tongue between her firmly clasped digits, but she wouldn't relent. I kept my intentions up, kissing and licking, 'til she spread her fingers slightly. I was able to slip my tongue through the meagre defense, but only so far. I could hear her faint giggles, knowing she was loving this as much as I. I had breached one hand, just the other stood in my way.
My hands were on her thighs, slowly rubbing both. I could have so easily pulled her hands away, her recently fucked pussy then open to me, but we both preferred this way.
My insistent tongue continued the gentle onslaught. I considered biting her fingers, as a
last resort, but it was too early for that. Her fingers were wet with my saliva, as I continued
to lavish my lips and tongue on her. I felt her spread her legs, just a bit, and I knew the
strategy was working. Chrissie relented, after much soft persuasion from my tongue, and moved one hand away, leaving the guard almost breached. I kissed and adored this last shield, knowing that the foray was all but won. Chrissie's one free hand was on the back of my head, her fingers combing my hair, her breath growing deeper. My firm, and determined, tongue continued the barrage, probing her resistance with every lick.
Chrissie gave up the prize, somewhat unwillingly, but my tongue slipped through her fingers. Her protection having failed, Chrissie surrendered, my tongue tasting the plunder I was after.
I lashed her, now free, labia, my tongue relishing her musky scent. I buried my face in her used cunt, and rubbed my face over her, my tongue snaking between her loose lips, probing for the moisture we both loved. I raised my eyes from her pussy, and looked at Chrissie, her eyes closed, and her little fingers playing with her tits. I licked her elixir, my tongue flicking over her hooded clit, with every touch. I could feel Chrissie's unwavering hands on my head, trying to direct my mouth where she needed it. I let her use my mouth, and she moved it, to and fro, up and down, using me for her pleasure.
My determined tongue flicked over her gushy pussy, lapping up her sap as she leaked her essence onto my tongue and face. I could only hear Chrissie's constant and unrelenting 'ahhhhs' and 'uhhhhs', her erotic little sounds, urging me on.
She was lifting her hips, mashing my face firmly on her cunt, fucking my tongue, which was like a small hummingbird on her pussy and clit, intent on feeling my sister cum on my face.
I felt as if I was French-kissing her femininity, tasting her, feeling every muscle inside her. I could feel her begin to tremor, her body tightening up 'til she spread her legs, lifted her pussy to me and came, gushing her copious cream onto my face, and into my mouth. I felt the little streams of her cum, and swallowed as much as I could. Her taste was luscious, her scent permeating my face and hair.
I pulled away to catch my breath, but Chrissie pulled my head back down, and squirted over me, her pungent surge doing nothing to dissuade me from moving. Chrissie was such a bad sister, and I loved her for that.
