Thanks to Kenji for his editing skills. God knows I need 'em! As always, thanks to Paolo for his proofreading and support. And to everyone who has taken the time to read, and comment. It is appreciated.
Chapter 75
End of Week Packing, Frolicking on the Plane, and London
We hadn't heard from our parents, so Chrissie graciously said she would call them Friday, just to check in, and test the temperature. Chrissie's house was on the market, and the 'For Sale' sign was on her lawn. Emily had received an offer on her house, but had countered a slightly higher price, so she was waiting for the reply. I tried to impress upon her to just take what was on the table, and move on. She saw that logic, but I think the hurt, and her ego got in the way. She was ready to let go, but on her terms.
Work was everything it had always been-- hectic, stressful, and rewarding. Julie and I worked together. My only remit now was to get her up to speed with the intricacies of the role. Martin had called, and passed on the names of a few estate agents in London who would help with a rental, or even the house. I told him we were going over this weekend for a few viewings, which he was excited about. We'd stay in touch and get together for lunch at their home when our lives calmed down.
As if, I thought. See you in ten years, I chuckled to myself.
I was busy packing, as Emily and I were leaving early tomorrow morning. Chrissie wanted to drive us to the airport, but that was unrealistic. Emily had spent all but one night with us this week, preferring to soothe Chrissie if she had any last-minute trepidation about the trip. It was unusual, but glorious to make love with her alone. Since our first sit-down, we had agreed on this alone time, if and when, anyone needed it. It hadn't happened. We were so comfortable with one another, exploring, and being together. We seemed to need to have everyone involved, if even for the gentle touches, and light kisses. The nights that Chrissie and I were alone, were heightened in some way. As if we were back to the way it used to be, fulfilling, yes, but by now, we both felt that elusive 'something' was missing without Emily. There was never any sense of jealousy we were all aware should have been present. I could only put this down to Chrissie and Emily's compersion. They truly did live for the sharing. It was still a complex dynamic for me to wrap my head around, but as long as they were fine, how could I not be?
Chrissie helped me pack the few items I would need, picking out a particularly nice shirt she liked, and asked me to wear it when Emily and I went for the evening. I was touched beyond words. She also helped Emily with her sparse ensemble, me wondering what the hell these two were up to! David and I made dinner for everyone, Chloe pouting (like her mother!) when she couldn't help. We decided on a mild Piri-Piri chicken dish, one of the easiest to put together. I thought the two of them needed their palates enhanced, and it was my 'job' to instil that in them. Everyone heaped so much praise on David that he gladly accepted it all. He looked at me, and winked. He was happy with himself.
Emily and I made slow, but fervent love with Chrissie, no one in a hurry for this to end. We were only going for two days, but we all had this unease sitting over us. We made love together, my cock deep inside my sister, as Emily tenderly kissed and fondled Chrissie. Their gentle touches spurred me 'til I gushed my thick sperm inside her, her moist body moving with mine as one. I lay on the left side of the bed, Emily on the right, and Chrissie in the middle. We touched, licked and kissed until Chrissie had recovered from her release. Emily stealthily crawled between Chrissie, one leg between her spread legs. I watched as she pulled Chrissie to her, their pussies mashing against each other. "Ohhh, Em," were the only words I heard, as Emily began to slowly scissor against Chrissie, their bodies gyrating against each other. Emily grabbed a small bottle of lube from the side table. She sexily dribbled it between their pussies, adding to Chrissie's already-wet cunt and my sap oozing from her. I loved watching their connection, the languid touches, the little moans and teasing, and the quickly built up urgency. Emily set the pace this time, but at other times, Chrissie would, revelling in the more-dominant role and sliding, and guiding them both to crashing orgasms.
They always encouraged me to be more than a voyeur, one of them haltingly taking my hand, and placing it on them. Tonight, I needed no encouragement. I leaned over, took Chrissie's breast in my mouth, and greedily sucked, Emily's hand on my head. I laid one hand on Emily's thigh as her pelvis sliced through Chrissie's. The earthy smells emanating from them, filled the room. They looked so erotic, so beautiful, the contrasts between their bodies startling, Chrissie's body so much smaller than Emily's, but both stunningly beautiful. I watched, enthralled, as their bodies tightened, their breath quickening, as they brought each other to a mutual climax. Their hips thrashed onto each other, as I had hands on each, not interfering but seeing them both through their release. Emily fell on Chrissie's body, their arms entwined and soft kisses exchanged. Their quiet, 'I love yous' always pierced my heart.
They both had climbed down from their consummation as Emily turned to me, leaned over and kissed me, and said, "Someone enjoyed that...again," she giggled, looking at my now-hard cock.
"Chrissie? Should we...uhh?" both of them, looking at me.
Emily slid off Chrissie and moved over my body, me suddenly the meat between these two. She softly kissed my lips, her tongue sliding through my lips easily. Emily slid her full breasts over my body as she kissed my chest, sucked a nipple and wrapped her hand around my girth. Chrissie was right with her, mimicking every move and kiss Emily made. They were comfortably between my legs, tentatively kissing, and licking my glans. Emily leaned into my groin, pushing my cock and balls away, and inhaled my scent, her tongue licking along the crevice of my thigh and cock. She unashamedly breathed in, her hand slowly stroking me. Chrissie did the same on my other side, these two beautiful devouring me with their noses. Emily lifted her head away, and turned to Chrissie.
"I fucking love his smell, too, Chrissie. God!" she rasped, and buried her nose back into my groin, her mouth soon engulfing my spent balls. She looked up at me, my balls in her mouth, and she smiled, her tongue lavishing her love on them. Chrissie's tongue was slowly lashing my glans, as Emily plopped my balls out of her wet, warm mouth, and licked my growing pole. I had a hand on each of their heads, gently playing with hair, as I was taken by these two.
"Are you going to cum for us, darling, hmm?" Emily rasped.
"God, I only wish, sweetie," I moaned. They giggled, licked me again, leaned their heads down, deeply inhaled, and crawled up my body to me, their lips kissing my face, laughing at each other.
"What are you two like, hmm?" I asked, my Cheshire Cat smile beaming.
"In love with you?" Chrissie, giggled.
We held each other, my hands in their hair, theirs on my chest and stomach.
Sleep came too soon.
Our Weekend in London
The alarm abruptly went off at four...a.m.! I crawled from between them, knowing they would be up in a few minutes. I leaned down, kissed their sleeping heads, and headed to the shower. We had to leave at five, so there was no playtime this morning! I turned the shower on, and clambered in, Emily appearing moments later.
"Humph! You were going to shower with me?" she laughed. Chrissie followed
moments later. We all smiled, and hugged each other, but each focused on cleanliness, not sex this morning. I did pee, thinking it would save thirty seconds later. Emily grasped my entire cock, and pointed it at Chrissie, as my pale urine covered her stomach and legs. She stood there, and giggled to herself.
"You done now?" I asked Emily, faux smirking.
"For now, Tom," she said, too sultrily for four a.m.!
They both smacked my butt as I left, dried off, brushed, and shaved. I dressed in my casual chino and long-sleeved plaid shirt, grabbing my sweater, just in case. I checked my jacket for passports and tickets, satisfied we had left nothing behind. I fixed a few slices of sourdough just to tide us over 'til breakfast on the plane. Emily walked to the front room, looking every inch the desirable, and beautiful woman she was. I noticed she had worn her trainers again. She winked when I smiled at them.
