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A Place for Grace

By: clearwinston



"There's no way that's going to fit," she said, gripping it firmly and looking up at me. She tugged on it a few times and shook her head with a sigh.

"Trust me, it'll fit."

"There's no way we can make it fit without one or both of us hurting ourselves."

"Look, if we take it slow and the angle's right, I promise I can make it relatively painless," I said with a gentle smile, stroking her cheek.

"Okay," she sighed, turning her back to me. "Excuse me!" she called out to the older gentleman, who smiled warmly as he approached.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"I think we'd like to get this bedroom suite. I really like it. Unfortunately, the hallway back is pretty narrow and the dresser looks too big to get it into the room."

"Is the room big enough?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's plenty big," she said. "It's just the hallway I'm worried about."

The man thought for a moment. "Come with me," he said. We followed him into the house and to the hallway entrance. "Is it like this?" he asked.

Grace looked at me for an answer. "It's pretty close," I said. "The room is a little further down, though."

"Well, this is our son's room. He moved out a couple of years ago and we've been keeping this room just for him, but he gave us permission to get rid of the furniture because we're moving, you see. Anyway, my point is, we got the furniture in and out of this room. The secret," he said, tapping the open door, "Is to take the door off the hinges. Then," he continued, holding his hands out in front of him like a mime in an invisible box, "You have to tilt the furniture up," he rotated his right hand up over his left, "To turn into the room and maneuver it a little at the time. It all fits, though."

I knew exactly what he was talking about, having moved myself and several of my friends over the years. Grace, on the other hand, was unsure. "I don't know," she whined, shaking her head.

"Tell you what," he offered. "Take the dresser and a hand truck. That dresser is the hardest piece to move. You'll want to rest it on the hand truck upside down because of the feet. If you can get that dresser into the room, come back and pay me for the whole suite. I'll hold it for you. If you can't, bring it back and we'll sell it to someone else."

"Wow," she said with wide eyes. "That's generous. Thank you."

"Nah," he said, waving off the compliment. "We're just trying to clean everything out, and you seem like a nice couple. I want you to have it if you can make it work."

Grace looked back at me with her bright green eyes when he said "couple," accompanied by a smile and arched eyebrow. She looked back at him and said, "We'll do that. Thank you so much," and shook his hand.

Yes, it was a little bit of a struggle to get the dresser in, but it wasn't as bad as either of us thought it would be. Fortunately, Grace's new apartment was on the first floor of the complex, and her apartment was generously sized. She had a two-bedroom apartment and the master had a separate bathroom. As a result, the hallway was short, but narrow. Removing the door helped us gain a little more than an inch in clearing the doorway, but gave us almost a foot of extra room to maneuver along that front wall. After we got it upright in the room, Grace clapped excitedly. "Looks like I got me a bedroom suite!"

"Looks like it," I smiled. "Let's go pick up the rest of it." Fortunately it was still early in the day as Grace liked to join the other yard sale enthusiasts early in the morning. It was barely 9am when we pulled back up to the house and climbed out of my pickup truck. 

"Well?" he asked. "I don't see it in the bed of your truck there," he smiled as he approached us.

"No, sir. It fit just like you said it would," smiled Grace.

"Come on, then, and we'll get the rest of your stuff." Grace wrote him a check after we put in the armoire, and while I loaded the nightstands and bed frame. We were able to quickly unload at her apartment before it was time to eat lunch and buy new mattresses.

******

"Because Brett's a dick."

That had been Grace's answer when I asked why we had to buy new furniture. It's not that I minded going with her. I loved Grace. We had always been close and now that she had broken up with Brett, she needed me to be the muscle in her move-in.

"Even though he's the one that cheated, he's also the one that had the apartment we shared, and a lot of the furniture, and the money to buy me out. I couldn't have afforded to buy his stuff from him, like he could buy mine," she shrugged. "Besides," she smiled, "He was very generous with what he paid. It was more than enough to get some new furniture and a new lease."

"It still sucks that he treated you that way," I said, irritated. Grace reached across and placed her hand on mine. 

"I know, but it's over now and honestly, I had seen it coming for a long time. We were distant, but I was comfortable, you know? I mean, I was used to it: our schedule, the apartment, even the lack of sex. I just didn't think it was worth making waves for."

"Until you caught him."

"Well, yeah. Even then I wasn't surprised. I mean it hurt that he didn't want me anymore, like I could be replaced so quickly, but not that he was cheating. That's just Brett."

"You deserve better."

"Thanks," she nodded. "How's your cheesesteak?"

"Awesome as always," I smiled, my cheek stuffed with bread, meat, and melted provolone.

We finished our lunch on the patio of the restaurant, shaded by a large blue umbrella over a black metal-grate table. Less than an hour later we were unloading a king-sized mattress set from my truck. The box spring was stiff and pretty light, so it was manageable. The pillow-top mattress, however, took a little more effort. As I backed through the living area, I bumped a small table with my hip and a bud vase toppled on the table, lying sideways and quickly spilling water onto the hardwood floor.

My foot slipped in the water and I crashed onto the floor right on my left shoulder. "Pres!" cried Grace, dropping her end of the mattress. I had already dropped my end of course, but when her end dropped, the mattress fell over on top of my legs. It didn't hurt, but it jarred me, the pain in my shoulder radiating. In a flash, however, Grace was beside me, afraid to touch me, if her hovering hands were any indicator.

"Dammit," I groaned. "It's my fucking shoulder," I grunted. "I landed right on it."

She stroked my hair and put her hand on my chest. "What do I do? Oh, I'm so sorry," her eyes teared up.

"Stop," I said, my hand holding my shoulder. "It's not your fault. Just see if you can get the mattress off of me. Lean it against the wall."

"Yeah, okay," she panted, nodding emphatically. She squatted down and lifted the edge of the mattress, quickly walking it up and leaning it on the wall, half of it hovering in the dining area. She was quickly by my side again. "Can you get up? Should I call an ambulance?"

"No," I said, trying to roll onto my side so I could push up with my right arm. "But take me to urgent care so we can get an x-ray."

"Okay." She helped me up and tied a pack of frozen peas onto my shoulder. I told her to clean up the water before we left so that it wouldn't buckle the hardwood. She quickly mopped it up with a bath towel and I caught myself looking at her full backside through her daisy dukes as it shifted back and forth while she worked.

We spent the next two hours in urgent care and we found out that my shoulder had apparently popped out of the ball joint and popped right back in. It hurt and would for a while, but given time I should regain full use of it. They told me that if it didn't feel better by the next weekend that I should see an orthopedist.

Grace was beside herself ever since I fell. She would cry when we were driving over, stop crying when the nurse or doctor spoke or asked questions, and would ask questions of her own, then would cry again as she stroked my face or hair or back. "I'm so, so sorry," she wept as we sat on her couch. "I never should have asked you to help me."

"Come on, Grace, knock it off. You're not allowed to apologize for me being a klutz." She laughed a little, wiping her nose. "Besides, there's no one I'd rather dislocate a joint for than you," I smiled. She laughed again and rested her head on my right shoulder.

"I love you, Pres," she said quietly, taking my hand. I squeezed her hand back.

"I love you, too, Grace." I heard her sniffle. "Please don't be upset. Okay?"

"Yeah," she croaked. "I'll try." She took a deep breath and sat up, wiping her eyes. "Well, I need to get that mattress on the bed so you have a place to sleep tonight."

"I don't have to stay here—" I began.

"You most certainly do! I need to take care of you at least for the weekend. What would mom. . .? Oh, no! I didn't call mom and dad!"

"Relax. Go ahead and call them. In the meantime," I said, "I need a shower. Badly."

"You can't take a shower!"

"I need to. Besides, My legs and one arm are fine. I'll be careful, I promise." I smiled at her and she relented, obviously hesitant.

She ran the water and turned on the spray for me, letting it heat up. She put a towel on the sink for me. She closed the door behind her as she left the bathroom. I was able to work my t-shirt partially off, but I couldn't pull it over my head and I couldn't pull my arm through without my shoulder throbbing in pain. I tried for several minutes before yelling, "DAMMIT!!"

A moment later, Grace was knocking heavily on the door. "Pres? Are you okay?"

I ripped the door open and said, "No! I'm twenty-three years old and I can't take off A FUCKING T-SHIRT!"

"Oh, Pres," she said quietly, opening the door and poking her head in. "I'm sorry. Relax. Let me help you." She gently pulled it over my head and then slid it deliberately down my arm. She smiled at me.

"Thank you." She nodded.

"Is there anything else you need?"

"No, I don't think so. Sorry about yelling."

She laughed a little. "Don't worry about it. If you need me, call me." I said I would and she closed the door.

In the shower, the hot water felt good. The spray was gentle, so it didn't even hurt when it sprayed my shoulder. I reached for the body wash and my foot slipped. I grabbed the towel bar and steadied myself, letting out a breath of relief. I reached again and was able to stay on my feet. I thought to open the bottle before I picked it up and I poured some of the lavender gel on her little mesh bath sponge. I picked up the sponge and held it under the water, squeezing it to create a lather. 

I felt my foot slip again and I quickly dropped the sponge and grabbed the towel rack. Unfortunately my hand was slick with the soap and I couldn't grip the bar hard enough or quickly enough to catch myself. I crashed onto the bottom of the tub and let out a string of obscenities, angry at just how stupid this whole fiasco had become!

Grace didn't even knock. She just burst into the bathroom. "Pres? Oh, my god! Pres!" She dropped to her knees beside the tub and turned off the water, asking if I was all right.

"Fine," I grumbled, trying to slide up to a sitting position, but not having much luck. Grace tried to help, but it wasn't working. I cursed in exasperation and Grace settled back onto her heels.

"It looks like it's a bath for you, then," she said sternly. Suddenly I realized I was naked. My sister was kneeling next to the tub and I was naked, completely exposed in her bathtub.

"Grace, I. . ."

"Don't!" she said, pointing a finger at me. "You don't get to tell me not to care for you!"

I looked away, embarrassed. It's not the first time my big sister had to pull me out of my own shit; middle school, once in high school, and several times covering for me when I was out being foolish in high school and college. Of course, I had my share of dirt on her, too, but we both knew neither of us would ever expose each other. And yet, here I was, the most exposed to her I had ever been.

"Pres, you need to clean up. A shower is not working for you," she said gently. "You need a bath. At least you can't hurt yourself too badly in the tub, right?" she smiled.

She turned on the water again and pressed on the tub drain. I felt the hot water creep up the soles of my feet and backs of my legs up to my buttocks as I sat on the smooth porcelain with my knees bent in modesty. Grace didn't look at me, didn't stare, but didn't make a bold move to look away in shame or embarrassment. She simply talked. As the water filled the tub, she told me about work. She liked her job, it seemed. She laughed as she told me about Rosa, who always came in with a story about something her young son had done, the four-year-old who likes to wear only underwear and rain boots. And he likes Star Wars.

Grace reached over and turned off the water. She moved to sit on the commode as I tried to settle in the tub. I sat up, but slid back into the water, the porcelain providing nothing to grip. I tried again, but as I leaned back against the sloped end of the tub, I again slid down, this time up to my chin as I fought to keep from hurting my shoulder while also holding myself up. The towel bar was out of reach. As soon as I slid down, Grace was on her knees again, her arm behind my back.

"This isn't working either," she sighed, holding me up. Her ash gray t-shirt was wet on the front, her full breasts resting on the edge of the tub. She thought for just a moment and then said, "Here, lean over the edge of the tub to hold yourself up." I did as she asked and she backed away.

"Listen," she said. "This tub is too long for your feet to reach the end so you can stay up. I think I have to sit behind you."

"What? Look, Grace, while I appreciate you taking care of me, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Presley Adam Land!" Yes, my parents are huge Elvis fans. They named us Presley and Grace Land. They have been to countless Vegas shows to watch Elvis impersonators, have been to Graceland three times, and have all of his albums and movies. Anyway, Grace continued on, having caught my attention by the maternal address. "You are lying in my tub, unable to even clean yourself, and it's because I asked for your help." Her eyes filled with tears. "You have to let me help you. Please. I need to help you." Her voice quivered as she begged.

"Grace, when are you going to realize that neither of us can blame you for this? It was an accident. These things happen."

"I understand that," she said, wiping at her eyes. "Pres, you have always been so kind to me. You have always helped me whenever I needed. You were more like a big brother than a little one. And you have grown into a wonderful man. I need a wonderful man right now to lean on. And I need to be needed. I need to feel like I make a difference. This is something I can do. Let me help you, even if it is a little embarrassing for both of us."

I looked at her for a moment and her green eyes searched with hope. I knew that she meant was she said. "I'll try to avert my eyes," I smiled. She smiled before letting out a relieved giggle.

"Don't worry about it," she said with a crooked grin. "Besides, I haven't had a man appreciate my body in a long time."

I didn't know what to do with that statement. Fortunately, Grace didn't seem too bothered, and even looked down at me as she stood and removed her t-shirt. She had on a small navy blue bra, which pressed her breasts up and together. I had been caught looking, but she just smiled and pushed her denim shorts down. My sister had pretty wide hips for someone so small. Not freakishly big, but curvy.

"Get a good look?" she smiled.

"Sorry," I muttered, looking away.

"You're such a pushover," she snickered, pushing her panties down her legs and unclipping her bra before dropping it on the toilet lid. I was still looking down at the bath mat and had just caught her panties hit the floor and heard the snap of her bra before catching it land on the toilet lid in my periphery. She placed her hand on my good shoulder to steady herself as she stepped in behind me. It didn't take her long to settle and then she whispered, "Okay, just relax into me."

I did.

Or at least I tried to. I leaned back against her gently and it felt nice. Nicer than I had expected. Nicer than I had hoped. The last thing I wanted was to be comfortable bathing naked with my beautiful sister. I sighed as I relaxed against her, just as she had asked. My shoulder was hurting, but the warm bath and the touch of a woman were very soothing.

"This feels nice, Grace," I said quietly.

"Mmm, I'm glad." She placed the palm of her hand on my forehead and gently prompted my head back. I rested the back of my head on her shoulder and she combed my hair with her fingers. We soaked quietly for a few minutes, neither of us moving, neither even attempting to begin to clean up. It was just. . . us. I found myself naturally resting my hands on her shins down by her ankles. Her legs were so smooth. I looked down and saw her soft, tan calves by my hips in the clear water, her feet small and beautiful with pink painted toenails.

After another minute she said, "I guess we'd better wash up before I fall asleep." She reached up and pulled the sponge and body wash off the recessed shelf in the wall and squirted some soap onto the sponge hovering in front of my face. The pale purple cream piled up on the mesh ball before seeping into the crevices. Grace dipped it in the water by my hip and said quietly, "Sit up so I can do your back." She pressed me forward as I pulled myself forward with one arm. 

Keeping one hand on my upper back to help support my weight, she lightly stroked my back with the soft mesh sponge. Her gentle touch was soothing. I had never had a woman touch me like this. She worked the sponge down my back and back up over my shoulders and down my upper arms. "Um. . . Can you push up a little? I need to uh. . . uh. . . get, you know, down low."

I sighed and shook my head a little, but I didn't know what else to do. I pressed up on the edge of the tub and she quickly washed my cheeks and down low across my ass, making it clear that she wanted it to be done as quickly as I did. I settled back into the tub again and she pulled back on my shoulder. I leaned back into her and she continued rewetting the sponge and working on lathering up my arms and chest. She worked down my chest and quietly hummed one of the more popular songs from our favorite animated movie when we were children. I soon joined in with her humming and she giggled as she worked the sponge across my chest and stomach. She soon pulled back and used her hands to pour and rub clear water on me to rinse away the soap.

"Well, I need to do your lower half now, which means. . ." she took a deep breath, "I have to be in front of you now."

"It's okay, I can do that part," I said.

"No you can't, you'll drown in my tub. Besides," she said, pushing me forward and standing up behind me, "Who will do my back?"

I couldn't help but be at least a little aroused at the sight of a beautiful naked woman standing naked and wet before me. I caught a glimpse of her short-haired labia between her full, round ass cheeks before she quickly lowered into the tub, her back to me. She pressed her feet against the end of the tub and pushed hard, but steadily, pushing us both backward to the far end of the tub. Her lower back trapped my semi-erect penis against my stomach as she pushed, and then settled, against me.

"Well, I can't say this is exactly how I planned to spend my Saturday," she said with a smile, looking over her shoulder.

"Not exactly," I echoed. I couldn't help but notice her smooth, tanned shoulders and back. "Brett's an idiot," I said a little too loudly.

"Why do you say that?" she asked, facing forward again.


A Place for Grace Ch. 02



"That's it," she said with a smile. "Apart from the continued stretching and rotation exercises we talked about, there's nothing else for me to do. You're about as good as you're going to get until time and consistent behavior on your part do the rest." Sharon was a chipper and competent physical therapist. She worked at the sports medicine complex in our town and after a little more than a dozen semi-weekly sessions with her, our time was done. "We'll set up an appointment for a month from now to follow up, and if you have any issues before then, set up an appointment and come back in. Otherwise, you know the rules. . ." She waited for me to recite them.

"Light loads, twice-daily stretches and rotations, stay hydrated, and Icy Hot as needed."

She nodded with a smile. "Good job. Now give me your word that you're going to stick by that," she said semi-sternly, her finger pointed at my nose.

I raised my right hand. "I solemnly swear."

"Good enough." I followed her to the front and she handed me the discharge papers with final instructions and a follow-up date we had agreed on. I was sore from the workout Sharon had given me, but I felt good. It was hard to believe it had only been a couple of months ago that I had jammed my shoulder falling in Grace's apartment as I helped her move her new furniture.

Yes, I had visited Grace most weekends since then and most of the time, still worried about my shoulder, she had done most of the work. I could use both of my hands after a few weeks, groping and squeezing and embracing her as we kissed or made love, but I knew that it would still be a long time before I could hold her up or put her where I wanted her. The last thing I wanted to do was to re-injure my shoulder. Sharon said that if I wasn't careful, I could be looking at surgery and/or permanent damage. Great.

Fortunately for me, the physical therapy had allowed me to move toward more regular activity. Sharon shrugged when she told me I was going to have to start out doing bodyweight and assisted exercises. Sharon set the pull-up machine at the gym to support all but 15lbs of my own weight, which made me feel pathetic, but Sharon simply asked, "Hey, do you want to be weak forever just so you can show off today?" I had to laugh because I knew she was right. It wasn't that I couldn't lift more; it was that it could damage my shoulder if I tried. Like I said, she was good at her job.

Part of the therapy was doing things like "girly" pushups, from my knees, very light kettle bell and dumb bell raises, power band exercises and range of motion work. She even had me dribble a basketball for repetitive motion and strengthening. As a result of these simple exercises, I was seeing real progress.

I called Grace as I left the gym. She answered after the first ring. "Grace Land," she said professionally.

"Hello, is Elvis there, please?"

"If this is Peanut Butter Bananagrams again, for the last time, we're not interested." I laughed. "What are you up to?" she asked.

"I just had my last PT appointment."

"Really?!"

"Yep. Well, except for the follow-up in a month. And I still have to do my exercises at home. Still a long road, but not nearly as bad as I thought it would be."

"I'm so glad. Sooooo, are you free for lunch?"

"Sure. I told Gary I would be in this afternoon. The beauty of the late appointment."

"Good. Come get me and we'll go get a bite."

"Cool. See you in a few."

It took about twenty minutes to get to Grace's store. She worked in a small business in a trendy new shopping area, an effort to renovate a dying space. I parked at the curb and walked into the shop. Rosa was the first to see me.

"Presley, hi!" She walked up and gave me a short, friendly hug.

"Hi, Rosa."

"Grace told me about your shoulder. She said she is taking you to lunch because you had your last physical therapy appointment today."

"Except for the follow-up, yes," I smiled.

"Good for you. I'm glad you're doing better. Let me go let her know you're here."

"Thanks, Rosa."

She smiled and nodded as she turned to leave, going back into the "associates only" door. I looked around at the (what I would call "bizarre") knick-knacks that apparently some people chose to decorate their homes with. There was also trendy, "artisan", and handcrafted furniture from Central and South America, part of a partnership to improve the local economy for the artists in the impoverished countries.

"Hey," Grace breathed behind me, obviously either exhausted or exasperated.

I turned and there she was, beautiful, and dressed in business casual: gray pants and a multi-colored flowing shirt, black sandals. I couldn't greet her the way I wanted to, but she knew that. I gave her a short hug. "You okay?" I asked, stepping back.

"Yeah," she smiled. "Just been a crazy morning. So your appointment went well, then?"

"Really well. Sharon says I'm free to go."

"Good. Let's talk about it over lunch. I'm buying," she smiled. 

"No argument here." We walked down the street a couple of blocks over and sat on the patio at the little Mexican place, and had firecracker shrimp tacos with mango salsa. Ever since Grace had discovered it a couple of years ago, it has become one of our favorites. We talked about my appointment and her morning and when the other two tables on the patio had cleared, we had a little privacy.

"I'm looking forward to keeping that promise," she said with subtle smile.

"I can't wait," I sighed. "This seems to be taking forever."

"What do you think?" she asked. "Do you think your shoulder is well enough to take the lead?"

"I like the sound of that," I smiled. I rotated my arm in a large slow circle, testing it. "Maybe. I'm willing to try as long as we don't get too aggressive."

The server came and cleared the table as we stood to leave. "So," Grace said as we walked out the front door of the restaurant, "Are you coming over after work?"

"I'd love to. Do I need to pick up anything?"

"You planning to cook dinner?"

"I can."

"Mmm, we'll make an evening of it." She hugged my arm, pulling herself against me.

"How about I make some of my red wine sirloin medallions and baked potatoes?"

"That sounds amazing," she rasped. "I haven't had those in forever."

"It's a date." I kissed her on the head. "I'll pick up a change of clothes and make a run to the store and I'll let them marinate on the way over."

"I can't wait!" She whispered in my ear. "Should I put in a plug?"

I shuddered. "If you want. I gotta tell you, though, that I like the grip without one."

At this point we were right at her store. She let go of my arm and shrugged. "Okay with me, as long as you're willing to get me ready for that fat cock." She immediately yanked the door open and walked in as if her chat with her brother had been about anything other than having him fuck her ass. I quickly composed myself and followed her in. "Thanks for coming to see me, Pres," she smiled sweetly. "We're still on for dinner tonight?"

"Uh. . . yeah. I'll bring it over as soon as I can."

She turned to the four or five ladies in the store. "My brother offered to make me dinner tonight."

"Aaawwww," the chorus of adoring women filled the small shop. A smattering of "he's so sweet," and "what a good brother," bandied about the room.

Grace hugged me. "He hurt his shoulder helping me move, and now he's making me dinner. Who could ask for a better brother?" More cooing as she kissed my cheek. I was embarrassed at the attention, but I knew this was more for Grace than for me. Plus she was making a display of how close and caring we were, which could be good if we ever got caught "on a date."

"What can I say?" I shrugged with a smile. I kissed Grace on the cheek, again bringing a reaction from the crowd, before saying, "I have to get to work. See you tonight." I exchanged good-byes with the roomful of women before heading out the door and back to work. The rest of the afternoon was uneventful and I gave Gary an update on the PT, which he was pleased to hear.

On the way home from work I stopped by the store and picked up what I would need to make the meal I had promised, and went home to prepare it for the trip so that the meat could marinate in the red wine sauce I had mixed. While the meat bathed, I showered, changed, and packed an overnight bag. Fortunately it was the weekend and Grace and I could play late, sleep late, and relax until 10am Sunday when it was once again brunch with our parents.

******

Grace answered the door in a short satin, pale green robe, her legs mostly exposed and the robe loosely tied so that her cleavage and a hint of a matching green bra showed. "My eyes are up here," she said, apparently because I was staring. I don't know how long I had stared, but she giggled as she said it.

"Oh. . . uh. . . sorry," I chuckled.

"I'll bet." She didn't seem sincere, but quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me through the door before closing it behind me. "I hope this is okay for me to wear at dinner. I can change if you'd like." She talked as she took the soft cooler containing the meat in a glass casserole dish, sour cream, shredded cheddar cheese and some uncooked bacon; and the bag containing two large uncooked potatoes. She laughed as she held up the plastic bag, the potatoes resting side by side, and said, "Are these to scale?"

I laughed and shook my head. "After the teasing you gave me today, it's entirely possible."

"Then we'd better get started with the cooking so I don't have to clean up too big a mess."

"No promises."

She winked at me. "Why don't you fix us some drinks?" she asked as I set the oven for the steak and potatoes. "I hope you don't mind. I took the liberty of making a cheesecake. It's chilling and should be set by the time we're ready for it."

"Sounds great! Thank you."

Grace caressed my arm as she walked past me to turn on the stereo. "I also mixed a romance playlist on my iPod. I figured we could relax a little before dinner?" John Legend played as she walked back toward me and watched as I mixed her a martini and poured myself a Jack and Coke. She took the drink from my hand and led me by the hand to the couch. She settled in, tucking her legs under her as she asked, "So, when do you get back to full field duty?" before taking a sip of her drink.

I sat close and rested my hand on her knee, lightly running my hand up and down her thigh as I told her about my conversations with Gary over the last couple of days, and especially after this morning's PT appointment. Gary was obviously worried about me getting back too soon and hurting myself (especially on company time), so he was giving me enough freedom to ease into it at my leisure and float between the field and the office. I found out also that he had been looking at moving me to a field supervisor position and this was good training for me and to see if I would be a good fit. Of course it meant a raise in pay and an added week of vacation, but I would have to spend some time in the office. I had come to realize, however, that it wouldn't be so bad if I knew that I wasn't chained to the desk and was still meeting with the field crews and visiting some customers to resolve issues.

Grace thought it sounded great and agreed with me that it was a generous offer Gary had made. We talked more about that and about her job at the store, which was pretty steady, hardly ever very exciting. But that's how she liked it. Grace loved routine and peace, predictability. I thrived on the unknown, relishing possibilities to try something new, or even to do the same thing differently. Part of my frustration with the office was the crushing boredom and I loved the interruptions that would come from any source. For me the change was good; for my sister change brought a little anxiety. For reference, look at how we reacted so differently to my injury. I just figured it would be one more challenge to work through, but was okay with it, but she wanted to nurture me back to a stable, normal place.

That's why this new bend in our relationship was such a surprise to me. Sure, it's sick and twisted in a way, but the greater surprise was that we had a good thing going and Grace was the one who took the greatest risk in changing the course of it. That's actually one of the things that prompted me to be okay with following it. Yes, she is gorgeous and, I came to realize, sexy; but I somehow knew that this could not have been as impromptu as it appeared on the surface.

"Grace? Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Our relationship is. . . unusual now. I mean, we're sexually involved and I've been thinking about it."

"I'm not surprised," she laughed, taking a sip of her martini.

"Yeah," I laughed, "That, too. But I mean, if we're honest about it, and I'm not complaining or anything, you really made the first sexual move. In the tub."

She looked away, nodding, before taking a deep breath. "I know." I sat quietly and sipped my drink, giving her space to think and to speak if she wanted. After a minute she began to expound. "Do you remember a couple of years ago when Sara Peters dumped you?"

"Oh, yeah, how could I forget? That was brutal."

"Yeah, she said some pretty horrible things about you. Well, one of my sorority sisters is, or was, good friends with Sara's sister."

"Jenny? Really?"

Grace nodded. "Sara came to Jenny with all her problems and when she started talking about you cheating on her—"

"What?! I never cheated on Sara! I never cheated on anyone!"

"I know," she said softly, placing her hand on my arm. "When Sara told Jenny that you were, Jenny tried to take her sister's side and pushed for a name. Jenny told my friend that she didn't believe her because as much as she loved Sara, she said she kind of slept around and was insanely jealous; this wasn't the first time she had accused a boyfriend of cheating, and always played the victim in everything. Jenny also knew you and didn't get that vibe at all."

She took a sip of her martini and continued. "My friend came to me and told me what Jenny had said and my heart broke. At first I was furious at you, but over the next few days I started thinking about it, and I knew you probably hadn't. Like I said before, you're fiercely loyal. Sara, on the other hand partied with Jenny at the sorority parties when she came over from high school and even sometimes her freshman year of college before she got into the local chapter at the same time Jenny graduated. On more than one occasion, Sara has had to do the walk of shame.

"Long story short, my friend told me about the breakup and at first I was mad that you would cheat, but then when I thought about it I started to feel bad for you, and angry at Sara. I never said anything to her, but when I called you a few days later, when I had calmed down, you sounded broken on the phone. I had never heard you so depressed. You always bounce back from everything, so I knew this had really hit you hard. From then on, I started thinking about you a lot, wondering how you were doing and feeling guilty for not keeping in better contact after we both went to college, then after I graduated. That's why I started wanting to spend more time with you. Over the last couple of years I came to see what kind of man you had become, not just as my brother, but as a man. And I started feeling. . . differently toward you.

"I swear, in the tub, however, I was only trying to help at first. It was totally innocent. I was trying to be a nurse to you. But," she sighed and waved her hand, "Between Brett and the move, and everything I had been noticing about you in the last couple of years, then seeing you naked. . . I hate to say it just kind of happened, but I guess it did."

"I get it," I said. "Thank you for telling me. I want you to know that I still don't regret it, and I'm glad things are the way they are right now."

"Thank you," she said, letting out a sigh of relief. "I'm glad you aren't thinking badly of me."

"Never," I snickered. "Believe me, I have nothing but good thoughts of you."

She smiled and settled into me. I put my arm around her and felt her head on the front of my shoulder as we both sipped our drinks and listened to the music. The steak smelled amazing as it simmered in the marinade I had created. It was actually an experiment a few years ago when I wanted something different and just mixed a few things together to create a simple marinade in hopes that it would work well, and even I was surprised at how good it was.

Since then it has been requested on special occasions or sometimes Grace or our parents would ask me to make it. I can count one two hands how many times I've made it. "How are we coming on that dinner?" Grace asked, still resting on me.

"Smells good, so we're close. Let me go check." She moved aside so I could get up and sure enough, I could start serving it up. "Go ahead and have a seat."

"No," she said. "You sit down and I'll serve you."

"Too late. I already started."

She smiled and sat in her seat at the small table as I made her another martini, fixed her plate and set it in front of her before sitting down beside her with my own meal. We talked as we ate, enjoying both the company and the food. Naturally I was mesmerized by Grace, her eyes sparkling, her smile sincere. And I enjoyed the gentle movement of her body as she laughed and when she would slice her steak. The soft top sides of her moderately exposed breasts moved lightly when she cut into the meat or stuck her fork into the potato or when she laughed at her own story or at my sarcasm. Despite the fact that she was my sister, this was objectively one of the best dates I'd ever been on, or maybe even the single best date.

"I'll clear," she said, standing before I could object, "Since you cooked."

"Let me do it."

"Too late; I already started."

I shook my head in mock disgust. "Using my own words against me. How could you?"

"Because I'm vile and heartless," she smiled, making her way to the sink with dishes in both hands. I made us each another drink and she asked, "I guess we're saving cheesecake for later?"

"Looking forward to it, but I want dessert first."

She giggled. I watched her hips sway as she scoured the dishes. I approached her from behind and set both drinks on the counter across from her before kneeling behind her and sliding my hands up her legs.

"What are you doing?" Her voice floated on a cloud of mischief.

"I saw your robe and a little of your bra, but I would hate to think you didn't complete the ensemble."

"Oh, it's complete."

"I'll be the judge of that." I continued to slide my hands up her hips until my fingers felt a thin, high waistband, indicating that her panties were at least French-cut. I brought my hands around, my fingertips following the elastic band as my palms maintained contact with her soft, warm flesh. I cupped her cheeks and lifted them just a little bit, bringing a sighing moan from her. "A thong. Nice."

"I thought you might like that." I squeezed her globes in my hands and she sucked in a sharp breath.

"How could I not?" I asked. I couldn't see her under the robe, but I could feel her well enough. The mint green satin robe moved with the backs of my hands as I cupped and squeezed and caressed her while she finished the dishes, distracted I'm sure. "God, you're gorgeous," I breathed. Her hand came back, still wet, and ran through my hair. I rested my cheek against her satin-covered backside and pulled her against me.

She drained the sink and dried her hands before turning around to face me. My face now rested against her panty-covered mound. I looked up to see her smiling down at me. "Ready?" she asked.

"No cheesecake?" I smiled as I stood.

"Later." She took my hand and led me back to her bedroom. I closed her door out of instinct and continued to follow her to the bed. Without stopping she crawled up onto the mattress. The sheets were already folded down. She stopped in the center of the bed, looking away from me on her hands and knees. The bottom of her ass was exposed, as was the green gusset of her panties, before being hidden by the hem of her robe. Grace looked over her shoulder at me and wiggled her hips a little with a smile.




A Place for Grace Ch. 02



I pushed the robe up to her lower back so that her smooth ass cheeks, as smooth as the green satin that separated them, were exposed to me. I ran my hands over her cheeks and down the backs of her thighs and up her hips. She sighed and moaned quietly at my touch and I tried my best to ignore the slightly painful cotton prison that housed my bulging erection.

"Would you be too offended if I didn't take my time?"

"That depends on if you are in a mood to give me a second chance."

"And a third and a fourth if you want it."

She laughed a little and fell forward before rolling onto her back. She touched her mound and said, "I don't know if I have the energy for that much." She pouted, sticking her lip out and, her voice small, added, "Besides, I don't want to be sore for tomorrow."

"Two it is," I answered with a smile, crawling over her. I kissed her and her tongue immediately sought my own. She wrapped me in her arms and legs and I supported myself on one elbow while I cupped her ass and ran my fingers along her crack.

"Make love to me the old fashioned way first," she whispered into my mouth before gliding her lips across my cheek and pulling at my earlobe with her tongue. "Afterward, I want you to bury yourself in my backdoor until I'm completely full." She licked the rim of my ear, bringing a shudder from me before we again locked in a kiss. 

"Do you realize I've never been on top of you like this?"

"Mm-hmm, I know. I like it. I feel so small in your strong hands."

As we continued kissing, I cupped her breast and slid the strap of her bra off her shoulder. As her breast became exposed, I kissed it and worked my way around her nipple. Grace rolled over a little and reached back to unclasp her bra, allowing me to pull it free before she settled onto her back again. As I continued to kiss and suck on her breasts, she moaned and sighed, encouraging me as she grasped my head. I loved the scent, the feel, the taste of her skin.

"Touch my pussy," she whispered. I reached into her panties and felt her lips, soft and practically dripping. With only minimal effort, my middle and ring fingers entered her, causing her to whimper. I continued to suck and nibble on her breasts and her hips thrust against my hand. In a matter of only about a minute, she was already coming on my fingers, her hips thrusting against me. "Wow," she breathed, running her fingers through her hair. 

I sucked my fingers clean and began to move down to eat her. "That's going to have to wait," she said, sliding her panties down her legs. "Right now I need to feel you in me."

"Eager?" I asked, smirking at her.

"Very. Come on." She watched me quickly undress and I noticed that her eyes roamed my body as she stroked her wet lips and pinched at her nipples. That was doing nothing to soften my erection. Here lay my sister, her thighs open, pussy dripping her arousal, nipples pointed at the ceiling, and she was waiting for me to make love to her.

As I slid my underwear down, my erection sprung free and Grace smiled at it. It bobbed a little as I climbed up on the bed and crawled over her. Looking me in the eye, she gripped it lightly and stroked, calling me beautiful. I supported myself on my good arm and moved forward over her as she guided me to her entrance. The look on her face as I entered her slowly, was enchanting. Her eyes began to close, her eyebrows arched lightly, and her mouth puckered just a little. God, she was beautiful. She breathed out slowly, a hint of a moan.

I had no idea what my own face looked like, but all I felt was love and pleasure at that moment. I bottomed out, my groin resting against her, completely enveloped in her warmth. "Grace," I moaned quietly.

"I missed you, Pres," she whispered. I could only nod in agreement. She pulled me into a kiss and I withdrew my hips before returning to her depths. We made love with gentleness and passion. My mouth traveled over her upper body as my hips steadily drove forward before withdrawing, again and again. Grace's hands traced the contours of my chest and stomach, sometimes reaching under us to graze at my balls with her nails and sometimes to scratch at my pubic hair or to glide her fingers across my dripping cock. The pleasure was becoming unbearable, apparently for her, too. I tried to keep a steady rhythm while my sister circled her clit rapidly. Her breathing picked up and without a word, she let me know with her thrusting hips and open mouth, that she was about to come. Her mouth open in a silent scream, she gripped me around my shaft with her spasmodic pussy. Just as silent, only my breath being forced from my mouth, I unloaded into her. My cockhead tingled, my shaft burned, my thighs trembled, and my seed ejected. Like liquid fire, my semen erupted filling Grace with my release.

I didn't quite collapse onto her, but supporting myself on my elbows to hold up most of my weight, I settled onto her body. She held me close and caressed my back and shoulders. It was nice to be held. It was nice to be with Grace again like this. After a hectic work schedule and the new stresses of learning the management responsibilities, and after working to continue to rehab my shoulder, I liked resting in Grace's arms. I never wanted to leave. "I love you, Grace," I whispered, my cheek against her ear.

"I know," she said quietly. "And I love you, too." I pulled out and rolled over onto my back. She followed, draping her leg over my hip and lay her head on my chest. She stroked my ribs idly as her arm lay over my stomach. After a minute she said, "You want some cheesecake?"

"Sure," I said, starting to sit up.

"No." She placed her hand on my chest. "You stay. I'll get it." I smiled and nodded.

I watched her naked body move across the room and out the door. I could smell sex in her room and I loved it. I loved that every time I walked into that room after we had been together, it smelled of her arousal. When I would leave for a few days or a couple of weeks before I came back for a weekend, her room would smell of vanilla or lavender or cinnamon, depending on the candles she had chosen. By the time we had made love that first night, the smell of our union settled into the sheets and atmosphere, unable to be completely covered by any of her air fresheners.

I listened to Grace working in the kitchen around the corner. I heard the refrigerator open and close a few times, the microwave run briefly before beeping, the squeak of a cork and the clank of a wine bottle touching a wine glass. She hummed quietly, a song I knew but couldn't quite place. I wanted to see her again and I didn't want to wait until she came back. Besides, I told myself, she might need a hand carrying everything.

I slid out of bed and walked out toward the kitchen. There she was, in profile. She looked happy and domestic. I had seen that look on a couple of girlfriends before. They said it made them feel feminine somehow, to serve their lover. It wasn't a sexist comment; it really wasn't. Much like, I assumed, it made me feel like more of a man when I could serve the woman I was with. I watched my parents happily serve each other out of love: little things like a refill on a drink or giving the other one the bigger piece of cake or the last of the soda. They both said that the secret to their happy marriage was that they always tried to outserve the other person. My father had no problem taking out the trash or vacuuming the house, not because he liked doing it, but because it would be less for his wife to do. They both made efforts to run errands that would simply be a pain for the other spouse to do. I guess it sank in because I understood more as I got older and now I was seeing the same with Grace.

"Need a hand?" I asked, stepping toward her.

"I told you to stay," she said, drizzling strawberry glaze over a narrow slice of cheesecake. "I wanted to bring it to you. I didn't want you to have to get up."

"Tell you what, you can carry mine and I'll carry yours." I kissed her cheek and placed my hand on the small of her back.

"I can handle that," she smiled, looking up at me as she put the clear plastic cover on the cheesecake pan. "You go ahead. I need to put some things away. I'll be right in."

She wanted to do more than me, so I picked up her plate and her wine glass and returned to the room before setting them on her nightstand and sliding back into bed. There was that smell again. I inhaled deeply.

"Do you like my candle?" she asked as she entered, apparently catching me.

"I don't smell the candle. I smell you."

"Us." She set my plate on the other nightstand, followed by the wine.

"I'm sorry. Us."

She smiled and picked up her plate as I reached over and picked up mine. We talked and ate the delicious cheesecake she had made. It wasn't long before Grace poked at her cheesecake and looked at her plate nervously.

"What's the matter?" I asked, setting my plate aside.

"Um. . . I've been thinking. I was wondering how you would feel about. . . maybe. . ." She looked up at me, "Moving in with me?"

My heart leapt. 

And then sank.

I sighed and shook my head. "I don't know how we can do that."

"I understand," she said, looking dejected.

"Grace," I took her hand. "Look at me." She did. She looked pretty sad. "I would love nothing more than to move in here with you. You don't think I want to come home to your arms every night? To sleep beside you in this bed?"

"You do?"

"Of course." I smiled at the absurdity of the thought that she believed I could want anything more. "My only concern is, what would we tell people? This is a one-bedroom apartment and you don't need my help financially. Both of us have full-time jobs and have no problem paying for our own places. You got this place for the primary reason of having your own space to come and be alone, and since you've had it, you've spent a lot of time taking care of me. It's one thing for people to know we're close and for me to come over here a lot, but to move in with you would look kind of strange, wouldn't it?"

"Maybe," she shrugged. "I guess you're right. I just thought maybe we could be together, you know, like a real couple."

"God, I want nothing more, Grace. I've thought about it a lot, and—"

"You have?" Her eyes lit up.

"Yeah," I laughed. "I hate leaving here. But like I was saying, I can't come up with a good reason that we could tell others as to why I would need to. And as far as being a real couple, you know we can't be a 'real couple' because you're my sister." She nodded sadly. "And second, lots of couples have separate living spaces, so the fact that we wouldn't be living together doesn't mean that we're not in love."

"In love?" she asked, her eyes lighting up.

I shrugged. "Does that surprise you?"

"It just seems weird to hear from my brother," she giggled.

"Says my sister after having sex with me." I smiled as I said it.

"I guess we can think about it a little, huh?"

"Sure we can. I'm not going anywhere."

"Me, neither." She smiled and took the last bite of her cheesecake. She pulled the fork through her moist pink lips and set her plate on the nightstand. "Now that we've got that out of the way, I believe we had plans for the evening."

I put my plate on my nightstand and leaned into her kiss. My hand rested on her breast, my other arm wrapped around her back as our tongues danced together. I ran my hand down her side, over her hip and around front to her clit. She gasped into my mouth.

"I think I promised to get you ready."

"You did," she said, grabbing my wrist and pressing my hand tightly against her pussy as she rotated her hips. I took a nipple in my mouth and she cooed at my efforts. I slid my hand down further, sinking my middle finger into her wet pussy, withdrawing and reburying it a few times to my sister's moans. I pushed further back and she gasped.

"Oh, yeah, touch my ass," she whispered. Her eyes were closed and the pad of my middle finger circled her anus with light pressure. Grace made little noises that let me know she was enjoying this. She had no idea how much I was enjoying it.

"I want to eat your pussy and make you come in my mouth."

"Mmmm," she whined. "I love that."

"While I do eat you, I'm going to finger your cunt."

"Oooh!"

"Before I stick a slick finger into your ass while I make you come on my tongue again."

"Oh, yeah!"

"And then I'm going to get you ready for my cock by licking and fingering your asshole."

"Oh, fuck, Pres!" Her hips thrust against her own hand on her pussy while my finger continued to press lightly against her ass.

"Would you like that?"

She nodded frantically, her eyes pinched shut.

"That's not good enough. Tell me what you want me to do."

"I want you to eat my pussy and ass. Stick your fingers in me. Get me ready for that hard cock."

"Look at me."

She opened her eyes and looked into mine with a look of pleading desire.

"I've wanted to fuck your ass for a long time. You have no idea how perfect it is." Her eyes grew wide for a moment, her brow furrowed, and she whimpered as my middle finger, slick with her flow, pressed into her until my whole finger was buried. "This ass is going to feel so good around my dick." She nodded as she bit her bottom lip.

Grace sighed as I kissed her jaw, then her neck below her ear, and withdrew my finger before pushing her thighs apart while she rolled flat onto her back. I kissed her breasts, sucking and nibbling at her skin and taking a moment to enjoy each nipple. My sister cupped her breasts and pushed them together. I sucked both nipples into my mouth as she pressed her tits together so that her nipples touched.

"Mmm, yeah. So good." She ran her hand through my hair as she looked down at me.

God, she was amazing! I gave one final pull on each nipple, and then kissed my way down her stomach and mound. I took a swipe at her pussy with my tongue before pulling her labia into my lips, sucking as I pulled back. She inhaled sharply through her teeth and let out an extended sigh. I loved to listen to her noises and to watch her face as I worked her pussy and ass with my tongue and fingers. I pressed my index and middle finger into her as I flicked at her clit with my tongue. When she let me know she was getting close to orgasm I extended my pinky and worked it into her ass at the same time so that she was getting double penetrated with my fingers at the same time my tongue was working her clit and my other hand pulled on her right nipple (which was more sensitive than her left, I had come to discover some time back).

"PRESLEY!" she squealed, climaxing on my tongue, her pussy and ass gripping my fingers in rhythm while her hips thrust in spasm. Her orgasm was not long, but was intense, according to the collapse afterward and the heaving breaths. 

I didn't let her rest, however, before quickly and forcefully rolling her onto her stomach, bringing a giggling squeal from her. "What are you gonna do now?" she asked with a sultry voice, stretching like a cat, her arms straight over her head, her legs together, and her hips pushing back into the air just a little.

"I'm going to eat your ass and finger you until you beg me to bury my dick in your asshole."

"Mmmm, is that so?"

"That's so."

"You think you can make me beg?"

"It won't be the first time," I smiled, kissing her on the shoulder blade as I ran my swollen rod along her crack by rolling my hips.

She giggled again and brushed the hair out of her face, eyeing me sideways. "That's true."

"Where's your lube?" I asked, kissing her spine. She nodded at the nightstand. I reached over and opened the top drawer. Moving a velvet bag, which I knew held her dildos and vibrators, I found a bottle of personal lubricant. "You didn't get the numbing kind," I noted.

"Hm-mmm," she mumbled. "I want to be able to feel everything." She reached back and pulled her cheeks apart. "I want to feel your fingers and tongue tickling and penetrating me. I want to be able to feel the head of your big dick forcing its way into me. I want to know what it's like to feel your swollen shaft stretching my asshole." She looked over her shoulder at me. "I want to remember every inch of the first time my brother fucked my ass. And I want you to fill my ass with your cum."

"Dammit, Grace." I looked down at her ass and pussy, both stretched open as her pretty pink fingernails dug into the insides of her cheeks. She giggled and flexed her holes, making them wink at me. I smiled and leaned down to kiss her pucker.

"Oh!" she squealed with a giggle. I laughed a little and did it again. This time I circled it with my tongue after kissing it and Grace moaned quietly. I stuck a finger into her pussy and pressed against the front vaginal wall, stroking in and out smoothly while my tongue circled and flicked at her anal opening. She began to shiver and moan, her hips flinching at my effort. It wasn't long before her lungs forced large puffs of air out through her mouth, blowing the wisps of hair that had fallen over her cheek and nose again.

I withdrew my finger without a word and pressed it gently into her ass, watching it sink as she cooed at the invasion. I continued to press in and withdraw gently as I sat up and reached for the bottle of lubricant. I flipped the cap open with my thumb and poured a small amount right over her anal ring. Immediately my entry and withdrawal became easier and Grace relaxed noticeably.

I stroked her back and ass and whispered. "Time for another finger, okay?" She nodded and I poured a little more lube over the hole and eased my middle finger up against my index finger. Grace tensed up briefly before relaxing again and sighing.

"Mmmm, wow," she said. "If that's just two fingers, I can't imagine what your dick is going to feel like."

"I'll take as long as you need. This doesn't need to hurt."

"Oh, I'm prepared for a little discomfort." Her voice was hoarse and sleepy. "I can't believe how good this feels, though. I think I'm going to like this."

"I hope so." I kissed her shoulder blade again before sitting up and continuing to work. A moment later I noticed that Grace's hips were moving up and back, working against my fingers. It was barely noticeable, but it was definitely there. I moved my other hand between her legs and rubbed her clit with my thumb. She flinched and gasped. Her thrusting became more insistent. I noticed her eyes pinch close and she bit her bottom lip. Her fists gripped the sheets at her sides and she finally froze, gripping my fingers with her ass. Her release dribbled over my thumb and hand, a warm trickle that squeezed from her pussy.

I never stopped moving, but Grace tried to push herself farther onto my fingers again. If she was willing, so was I. She quickly hit a second orgasm and a couple of minutes later, a third. By this time my dick was dripping onto the back of her thigh and it was all I could do not to mount her and drill her into the mattress. She interrupted my thoughts.

"More," she demanded.

"Another finger?"

"No. Dick. Put your dick in me. Fuck my pussy until I come all over you." Grace had an obvious hunger in her eyes when she glared at me, almost daring me to turn her down.

She quickly pulled her knees under her, causing her ass to stick up into the air while her head and chest remained on the mattress. I had no problem pressing into her. She was dripping wet and raring to go. I grabbed her hips and started fucking her hard. Long, smooth strokes, but aggressive nonetheless.

"I didn't say to take your fingers out of my ass! Put 'em back while you fuck me!" Not one to argue, I did as she asked and soon I could feel the head and top of my dick pressing against my own fingers through a thin membrane. Holy shit, that was hot. I'd never done this before. I had teased my girlfriend's asshole before during sex and had rimmed her, but had never buried a finger beyond the nail, and definitely not while I was driving into her. "Damn, that's good," she whined, pushing against me. 




A Place for Grace Ch. 02



"You like my fingers in your ass?"

"Love it!"

"You like having my dick in your pussy while I finger your backdoor."

"I do! Oh, god, I do!" She was practically sobbing now.

"You going to come on me?"

"Yes!"

"Yeah?"

"Oh, shit!" she gasped. "Yes! Now! NOW!" She forced herself all the way back. I was buried up to my balls and up to the base of my fingers while she convulsed on me. While she rode out her orgasm, I picked up the lube and poured some more along my fingers. Her asshole, my fingers, her pussy and some of my cock were slick with the lubricant.

"Oh, god," she panted. "I don't know if I can take any more. But I'm ready. Fuck me, Pres!" She rolled her hips as she looked back at me, her cheek resting on a pillow, a filthy smile on her face. Her look was pouty and perfect, tired and hungry. I wish I had the words to describe it. "Stick that big dick in my tight ass."

"This one?" I asked, pulling out and holding it up. She reached back and gripped the shaft at the base.

"Yes," she nodded. "That one."

I glided it up along her perineum and anus, removing my fingers. "In this ass?"

"Yeah," she breathed.

"Gee, I don't know." I looked at the ceiling as if I was wrestling with the concept. "That sounds kind of dirty."

"It is." She grabbed one cheek and cupped it. "Didn't you say this was the perfect ass? Didn't you say you've dreamed of fucking it for a long time? Didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did."

"Here it is." She slapped it lightly before pulling it open with both hands. "Here's your sister's perfect ass." She wiggled her hips a little, kind of slowly, allowing me to continue sliding up along her crack, over her rosebud and back. She was a hell of a tease. After a moment she said, "Oh, I remember now. I know what you're doing," she giggled. "You said you were going to make me beg for it." She pulled forward and rolled over onto her back before spreading her legs and gripping herself behind her knees.

Her pussy was spread wide open, the swollen lips a deep shade of pink and shining, slick with her arousal and the artificial lubricant. Her vagina was open, an inviting mouth, tempting me to fill it again. Her perineum and anus were on display, pink and slick and pleading with me. Grace spoke again. I looked up at her face. I noticed on the way that her breasts were pressed together, round and perfect, her nipples erect. Grace had a sorrowful look on her face, her bottom lip in a pout. "Please, brother. My ass is so empty without anything in it. You put your fingers in me, but then you took them out," she said, sounding incredulous. "Why did you take them out? And now my pussy is empty, too?"

I forced myself into her wide open pussy, bringing a squeal from her. Her head was thrown back and she grunted with each angry thrust. "How's that?" I asked as I pounded into her. "You like that? You like my cock in your cunt?"

"[grunt] Yeah, I [grunt] fuck, I [grunt] I do!" Her eyes were blazing, but she somehow reverted to her character of the pleading girl. "But—" She pressed her hand to my stomach and I slowed down. "But," she smiled sweetly, "You promised. You promised to put it somewhere else." She pulled her knees back again and put one of her middle fingers on her asshole. "You promised me you would put it in here."

"I did, huh? I don't remember that."

"I do," she nodded shyly. "Please? Please, won't you put that big fucking dick in my ass? Fuck my ass, Pres. Force that cock into my backdoor and fill me up. Then blow your load in me. I want you to come so much that I can't hold it all in and it drips out of my all night while I sleep in your arms."

Who was I to argue? I had lost any concern about taking my time or making it good for her. Looking back, I guess that was selfish. But then again, she asked me to. Begged me, in fact. I grabbed the base and in one solid thrust I buried myself in her pussy again, thrusting a few times to loud wails as her tits bounced with the impact. I quickly pulled out and pressed down on my shaft, dragging the head quickly down from her pussy to the indentation of her mildly relaxed sphincter. I pressed forward firmly, but gently and her eyes shot open to look at me. It was a look of. . . hell, I don't know. Lust? Fear? Anxiety? Need? Her brow was furrowed, her mouth agape. I sank in quickly until the head was encased in her forbidden passage. Grace let out a gasp and looked down, doing her best to see where we were joined. I doubt she could see anything, what with her breasts and mound and the angle, but still she tried. She wanted to see what I saw. She wanted to watch her brother's rock solid erection pressing into her asshole for the first time. 

My hands pressed on the backs of her thighs, which were extended up outside of her shoulders. I continued to press in steadily until my sister dropped her head back and pinched her eyes, crying, "OHHHH SHIIIIIITT!" I stopped, less than half of me inside. 

"You okay?" I asked

"Fuck, yes!" She had a wicked smile that was. . . what was that? Pure joy mixed with the excitement of sexual pain? I'd never seen that before, on her or anyone else. "Finish it," she said through gritted teeth. "I want to feel those balls on my ass."

I smiled and shook my head in disbelief. I watched her face the whole time. Her expression changed as I pressed forward, but never to one of doubt or of fear or of intense pain. Yes, those may have been mixed in, but it was always overshadowed by sexual fervor and delight.

It didn't take long before I felt my enlarged sac rest against the heat of my sister's full ass. "That's all of it," she breathed. "Holy shit, I can't believe my brother's cock is buried in my ass!" 

"It feels incredible, Grace." And it did, too. "I'm on edge already. I don't know how long I can do this."

"It's probably best," she giggled. "I don't want to overdo it my first time."

"First time, huh? You think you'll do it again?"

"I'm sure of it! I want us to be able to do anything together. I love you, Pres. I don't want to say no to you." I smiled. "That said," she sighed, "My ass isn't going to fuck itself."

We both laughed and then I withdrew a little, just an inch or so and then pressed back into her. We stopped laughing and over a few thrusts, our smiles faded and we began to express our sexual pleasure again. My thrusts became longer and began to build up in speed and in intensity. Grace let go of one leg, which I held onto to keep her open and she flicked her bean while I plowed her ass. Holy shit, this was amazing! The whole thing of doing this and watching it and watching her play with herself while we did it. . . it was fucking incredible!

Grace must have thought it was, too, because she suddenly came with my cock buried in her ass. That was it for me. I didn't get a chance to warn her, it hit so quickly. I wailed as I buried myself in her anus and unloaded gush after gush of fiery seed into her bowels. "Fuck, yeah!" she cried, "Fill my ass! Come in my ass! PRES!" She came again, triggered by the swell of my cock and the heat of my seed, she would tell me later as we recovered on her bed before drifting off to sleep.

After our orgasms, I leaned down to kiss her. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and kissed me lovingly. I slipped out of her as I softened, in part because her hips lowered when she wrapped her legs around me. "Thank you, Presley," she whispered in my ear. "That was amazing."

"I should be thanking you," I said, lifting my head to look into her gorgeous eyes.

"You're right. You should." She burst out laughing, causing me to laugh with her, but making us both laugh even more when her laughter caused her to force out a small burst of air, made all the funnier due to the mix of lubricant and semen. "Oops," she laughed. "I guess we'd better clean up."

"I guess so." We would continue to snicker for the next few minutes as we cleaned up everything. "You want some more wine and cheesecake?" I called from the kitchen.

"Sure!"

We settled back into her bed and ate another slice of cheesecake and drank another glass of wine before we decided to brush our teeth and get some sleep.

Grace was right about something. When we woke up in the morning, it appeared that my cum had leaked from her ass during the night.



A Place for Grace Ch. 03



"Is that for me?"

I turned around from the stove to see Grace, freshly showered, wet hair and a black satin robe, smiling as she walked up to me.

"It is. Kind of ruined the surprise, though," I said with a smirk.

"You need to learn to cook faster."

"I think you need to brush up on your physics."

She hugged me from behind, her arms around my waist and she kissed my shoulder blade. "French toast? I haven't had French toast in forever."

"You still like it, though, right?"

"Of course. I just don't usually make myself a big breakfast. A smoothie or I have breakfast out."

"I'm making bacon, too."

"Yummy." She backed away and went to the refrigerator. While I finished the French toast on her electric griddle, she put a few strips of bacon on a plate and cooked it in the microwave. We talked as we cooked and ate. After cleaning the kitchen we got dressed because Grace had said she wanted to go do something fun. We weren't quite sure what we wanted to do, so we just got in my car and drove into town.

As we approached one of the larger shopping centers, Grace said, "Oh! We should pick up some yard games and go to the park!"

"That would be cool. I haven't done that in a long time. We can get a Frisbee and a soccer ball."

"I'm sure there's all kinds of things we can get." 

I pulled into the parking lot and Grace hooked her hand in my arm as we walked toward the large store. As soon as we walked in, Grace looked around and pulled me to the left, guiding me down a couple of aisles. Soon enough I found myself in an aisle, looking at a stack of shelves filled with a variety of outdoor games.

"Check it out! Buy one, get one half off!" she exclaimed. She was like a kid again. I turned around and looked at the Frisbees, surprised at the variety in styles and colors. They even had whole sets of disc golf discs. I picked some up and examined them, wondering what the hell a "putter" was in disc golf. "Pres, remember lawn darts?" she asked.

"Jarts?" I asked, turning around.

Grace was smiling while she held a box with lawn darts.

"They look sissified," I said, scrunching my nose. "Remember when they used to have a spike on the end instead of a weight?"

"I don't think those are legal anymore." She put the box back on the shelf before exclaiming. "Cornhole! We have to get cornhole!"

"I'm not playing a game called 'cornhole'!" I laughed.

"Why? What's wrong with cornhole?"

"I'll play bean bag toss or whatever other name you want to call it, but not cornhole. Do you know what a cornhole is?"

"What?" She looked genuinely confused.

"It's another name for asshole." I pulled the back of my t-shirt collar up over my head and imitated Beavis. "I'm the great Cornholio." She looked at me funny. "Beavis and Butthead? Cornhole?" She shook her head and I shrugged and pulled my shirt back down.

She smiled and said, "You didn't have a problem playing cornhole last night."

"I will play with your cornhole however and whenever you like."

"Okay," she rolled her eyes, motioning to the game on the shelf. "Let's get the bean bag toss game."

"Fine." I picked it up off the shelf.

"I need to get us a buggy," she said "To put my cornhole in."

"Nice," I laughed.

"Why do you think they call the game cornhole, anyway?" she asked.

"Probably so people can invite their friends over to play cornhole."

"Eeewwww," she whined, crinkling her nose. "Now I have to try to keep from laughing when they say they're going to play cornhole at the staff Labor Day picnic."

I just winked and wriggled my eyebrows, making Grace shudder and laugh as she turned to get a shopping cart. I picked up the large box and set it in the cart when she returned a minute later. I grabbed a Frisbee off the hook and tossed that in the cart, as well.

"I saw you looking at the disc golf sets. You know Bradley Park has a disc golf course, right?" 

"It does?"

"Yep. It might be fun. Want to try it?" she offered.

"I guess."

"What do you think?" she asked, scanning the mesh begs with sets of various discs in them. "Do we need two sets?"

"Probably."

She pulled two starter sets off the hook and dropped them in the shopping cart. "I think that's good for now." I agreed and we went to the front and paid for our games. Grace pulled a couple of bottles of water out of the cooler at the front to buy, and we made our way to the park.

"There it is," Grace said, pointing to what looked like a trash can on a stick. "That's a disc golf hole. The first tee is right by the bathrooms." I parked the car and we agreed to leave the. . . sigh. . . cornhole in the car, and to start with a game of golf. As we walked to the first tee, Grace twirled a disc on her finger and said, "Prepare ye to be dominated."

"Oh, yeah?" I asked. "Care to make it interesting?"

"How interesting?" She smirked.

I looked her up and down, appreciating her form-fitting t-shirt and short cotton shorts. She had on ankle socks and running shoes. She still twirled the Frisbee on her finger and her other hand was on her hip. She had one knee cocked forward and she smirked at me, almost daring me to come up with an interesting wager. I got an idea. "Kink."

She became a little unsettled. The Frisbee stopped spinning as she gripped it. "Kink?" she asked, a confused look on her face. "What do you mean?"

"I mean the loser has to do the winner's kink. Fetish. Whatever."

"You have a fetish?"

I shrugged and looked at the sky innocently. "Are you in?"

"I don't know. I don't really have a kink."

"I don't know about that," I laughed.

"What do you mean?"

"You mean to tell me you don't have some secret, maybe a little bit shameful, perversion you like to do? Or maybe you haven't ever done, but you want to try?"

"I don't know," she said, looking a little embarrassed. Her face turned a little bit red.

"I'm guessing there is, but you don't want to share." She looked at me for just a second and barely shrugged her shoulders. "Hey, listen," I said softly, stepping toward her. "I promise I won't judge you or tell anyone. I want you to feel safe with me. I'm committing to try whatever you want if you win, no judgment."

She looked at me again. "Really? No judgment?"

"Nope. None."

"Do you promise?"

I raised my right hand. "Scout's honor," I said with a smile.

She nodded, smiling hesitantly. "Okay. I'm in. But you promised. If I win, I'm expecting you to keep it. And if you win, I'll make the same promise."

"Deal." I extended my hand and she shook it with a smile.

She took a couple of steps back and said, "And while I'm thinking about it, FIRST!" She bolted toward the tee box.

"Hey!" I took off running after her, laughing with her as I tried to catch up.

"Yeah!" she laughed, her arm raised in victory as she stopped at the first tee box. "Suck it, bitch!" she yelled at me as I ran into the tee box. "Grab a score card, caddy, and don't cheat!"

"Dammit," I muttered, still laughing. I opened the wooden box on a post and pulled out a scorecard and pencil. As I wrote our names on the card, Grace checked out the course layout on a small map under plexiglass. 

"That's the first hole, right there," she said, pointing to one of the stick/chain trashcans on the far end of the open space, near the trees. Now, Grace had taken to throwing a Frisbee pretty well since we usually had one with us on camping trips and day trips when we were growing up. She was a natural as she flung it toward the hole. We both watched it sail through the air, rising and falling gently before landing in the grass most of the way to the hole. She turned and smiled at me in challenge.

My toss wasn't quite as far or centered as hers was, but it was still a good throw. Since I was away, I went first, trading my driver for an iron and I threw just past the hole to the right, bouncing it off a tree trunk near the ground. Grace's shot was better, but short. We were both able to putt for 3 each. For the next hour we wandered through the woods and clearings, following the course and Grace was ahead by two at the last tee box. Unfortunately for me, I lost an additional stroke by nicking a tree, sending my iron way off course, landing me behind another tree, and Grace won by two strokes.

"Well, well, well," she sang, sauntering up to me as I stuffed my putter back into the mesh bag. "Looks like someone's getting kinky tonight."

"For someone who was all worried about it an hour ago, you sure are rubbing it in my face."

"What can I say? You've earned my trust." She kissed me on the cheek and looped her arm through mine. We talked and laughed, recounting the game as we made our way over to the car. We had a little time and weren't especially hungry, so we decided to play cornhole, making anal jokes the whole time. Grace gradually moved from joking with me to teasing me by pointing her ass at me as she bent over to pick up the bags, and running her hand over my crotch and butt when I was trying to throw.

"Are you about ready for lunch?" I asked, getting hornier and hornier, and ready to get home to fuck.

"Mmm, I am getting hungry," she whined.

"Let's go." She laughed at how quickly I was packing up the game and loading the car. She told me to relax because I couldn't do anything at lunch anyway. 

"I promise, babe, you'll have plenty of time to play after lunch." Her hand rested on my thigh as I drove to the ice cream and sandwich shop downtown. I had settled down a little bit at lunch, recognizing that she was right, and also enjoying her company. We talked and laughed as we ate and I realized even more just how beautiful Grace was.

"Pres? . . . Hello? Pres?" Grace snapped her fingers in my face. Apparently I had wandered of.

"I'm sorry. What?"

"I said, are you okay? You kind of zoned out for a minute there." She looked concerned.

"Do you still want me to move in with you?"

"Wow. I didn't see that coming up so soon."

I leaned in toward her. "Do you? Because I want to move in together. I love you, Grace. We'll just have to find a way to tell others, but I want to come home to you at night. I hate having to leave your apartment and not really being able to see you for a few more days. I want to find a way to make it work."

Her mouth moved, but she didn't say anything. Finally, she asked, "Are you serious, Pres?"

"As a heart attack," I smiled.

She laughed and covered her mouth. "I can't believe it! Yes, I still want to move in with you!" She grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight. 

We finished our ice cream and drove back to the house. Grace and I were both excited about the possibility of living together. We didn't have the details worked out yet, but we knew we had time to do that later. We walked into the apartment and Grace jumped into my arms, kissing me deeply. "I want you so bad," she whispered before plunging her tongue back into my mouth.

We kissed passionately as I ran my hands over her body. I pulled the hair at the base of her skull, just enough to tilt her head back, opening her neck to me. She moaned when I pulled, granting me free access to kiss and nibble at her neck. Her nipples strained against her t-shirt and bra, small bumps at the swell of her breasts. I cupped one breast, my other hand grasping her ass, and I pulled my hand forward until I could squeeze and pull at her nipple. She yelped when I pinched it, kissing me even harder.

"Come on," she said, backing toward the bedroom and pulling me by my shirt. I followed her in, being dragged along unnecessarily. She stopped and kissed me deeply again, tugging at the hem of my shirt. She stepped back and pulled it up over my head before dropping quickly to her knees and ripping my shorts and underwear down. She slipped off my shoes and socks and stood before me, stroking my erection. We kissed again and my hands roamed freely over her ass and back before one hand came forward and pinched her nipple through her shirt.

"Are you sure about this kink thing?" she asked as she continued to kiss me.

"A deal's a deal."

"No judgment?"

"None."

She spit out her request, probably before she lost the nerve. "I want us to pee on each other."

I didn't see that coming. I pulled back, wide-eyed in surprise. "Are you serious?"

"You said no judgment," she accused.

I held my hands up in front of me. "Not judging, just surprised." I smiled. "I've never had anyone request it, that's all. I'll do whatever you want."

"Okay," she nodded with a relieved smile. "Let's get in the tub. Afterward, I want us to clean up together before we move back to the bed." I nodded in agreement and helped Grace get undressed. Her tits and ass moved as we walked into the bathroom. "Wow," she laughed, stepping into the tub, "This bathtub is a pretty important part of our sex life. Our first time naked together, the first time we touched each other, and now the first time we pee on each other."

"First time? You plan on doing this again?" I asked.

"I don't know. I just wanted to try it. We'll decide later. Okay, so. . .um. . . Who goes first?"

"You decide." We stood silent for a moment, Grace looking uncertain. "Well, I will do whatever you want, but when you thought about this, did you think more about peeing on someone or about someone peeing on you?"

"Kind of both, but I kind of liked the idea of being the one. . . you know. . . in charge."

"Should I kneel or lie down?" I asked with a smile as I lowered myself to my knees.

She smiled at my willingness. "Lie down, I think."

I happily complied and lay back. Grace spread her feet so that I could extend my legs. Here I was, lying on my back, looking up at my amazing sister, her pussy a bright pink, slick with her excitement and her nipples extended at the cap of her full, round breasts. She smiled down at me as she squatted over my belly, holding onto the edge of the tub for support. She was so sexy, and I have to admit that even though I had never done this before, nor had I ever been interested in it, it was pretty erotic and my sister looked very sexy. I was aroused, my erection aimed at her ass as she squatted over me.

"Ready?" she asked.

"No idea," I laughed. "Go ahead."

It took a moment and Grace looked like she was concentrating, her eyes closed, but after a few seconds, I felt a few drops and she opened her eyes to look down at my body with a smile as a powerful stream splashed against my chest and stomach. Some of it splashed up onto my neck and face in little droplets after making contact with my body, but I kept my head up to watch. It felt hot and exciting, reminding me of the feeling of one of my girlfriends who flooded me when she came and it ran down my hips and groin as she rode me through her climax. Did the thought of being pissed on turn me on? Not in the slightest, but seeing my sexy lover squatting over me, her pussy releasing a flood, was pretty exciting, I have to admit.

The stream started to spurt and break and I looked up to see and hear Grace giggling, "This is so weird," she said, beginning to laugh harder now. I couldn't help but laugh with her. The stream forced out strong, matching the rhythm of her laughter before it finally trickled and died before she sat on my stomach and laughed some more. "Thank you," she said. "You're a good sport."

"No problem," I said, still laughing as I ran my hands up her thighs and hips.

"Your turn?"

"It doesn't matter."

"No, I want to try it. I want to feel what it's like." She stood up and I scooted back, allowing her to kneel. As she knelt and I stood, she said, "Keep it below the neck, though. Nothing in the hair or face."

"I'll do my best," I snickered.

Because I was a little bit hard still, it was tough to build up a stream, but it was also tough to aim down. Soon enough my erection faded enough and I was able to force enough of a need so that I could at least do enough to fulfill her request reasonably well. "Here it is," I groaned and Grace lifted her chin to protect her face. She still tried to look down at my dick as she did so, and when I began to pee, she realized I was going to keep my word and the splashing was at a minimum.

I actually heard her coo. Her face was one of pleasurable excitement. I aimed at one hard nipple and the stream hit it square. I repeated it with the other nipple and she gasped before giggling. She looked up at me with a smile. "This is actually pretty hot," she said. After a few seconds, my stream died down and I was empty. I could smell our mixed urine, but otherwise we were just wet, and a little turned on. "Wow, thank you," she said as I helped her up. "Now, let's get cleaned up." She turned on the shower and we both washed our hair and bodies, helping each other get clean in silence.

As we dried off, I wanted to see where she was. "Well?" I asked simply.

"I don't know yet. It felt weird and cool, dirty and sexy all at once. I don't know that I'll ever want to do it again, but I think if someone I trusted mentioned wanting to do it, I would be willing. I used to think it was just gross, even the concept of it, but in college Marla mentioned that her boyfriend was into it, so she decided to try it with him, then she started getting into it. I went into her room one morning after her boyfriend had just left, and there was one of those plastic painter's tarps on the floor and some towels balled up on it. She was in the shower, so she apparently hadn't had a chance to clean it up yet. Her room smelled like pee, but not usually. She was very clean and he was too, very unassuming. And her room was typically immaculate. That's why it caught me off-guard. I closed the door right as she was walking up and she had a smirk on her face and just said, "Oops." She laughed and invited me in. As she changed and cleaned up, she explained what was going on, like it was no big deal, and it started making me curious. But I've never had anyone I trusted to mention it to until you. And if you hadn't made the deal, I probably never would have tried it, so thank you for not thinking ill of me."

"No way," I said. "That's not going to happen." We smiled at each other and then finished getting ready to continue our time together.

As we approached the bed, she said, "Now that we're clean. . ." and dropped to her knees before engulfing me in her mouth. One hand stroked my shaft in time with her head and the other was playing with her pussy.

"Oh, Grace. Your mouth is so good."

"Better than my pussy? Or my ass?"

"Don't make me choose."

"Of course not. I want you to enjoy them all. Or rather," she said, standing, "I want to enjoy them all with your dick in them. Lie down," she directed, pulling the sheets back. I folded them back on the other side and pulled them down to drape over the footboard while Grace rummaged through her dresser.

"What are you doing?" I asked, climbing up onto the bed. She just looked at me over her shoulder and smiled before returning to her task. I shrugged and lay down as she had directed. 

Grace turned around and had three pairs of stockings. She sat on the edge of the bed and dropped a black and red pair on the sheet before pulling on the white pair. She smiled at me coyly and then knelt by the foot of the bed, pulling a black stocking off the bed and working for a few seconds. She stood and pulled my foot toward her before tying the stocking around my ankle. I realized then what she was doing and watched her as she moved sexily around the bed, repeating the process with the other black stocking around my other ankle and the red stockings around my wrists. 

I was tied, spread eagle, on her bed and there wasn't a goddamned thing I could do about it. I pulled on the stockings, not hard, just looking for give.

"You're not trying to get away, are you?" Grace smiled as she crawled up onto the mattress. "Because I'm not finished with you yet." She stood on the bed and took a couple of steps, standing at the head of the mattress and placing her hands on the top edge of the headboard. She squatted over my head, lowering her pussy to my face. "Eat my pussy till I come," she demanded. Her cunt was splayed open, pink and wet and inviting, just waiting for me to give her the pleasure she was demanding. She practically smothered me with her groin, groaning loudly when I worked her pussy with my tongue and lips. She was flooding into my mouth and it didn't take her long to come since she was using my face for her own pleasure. She slid back and forth across my nose and mouth, taking what she wanted.




A Place for Grace Ch. 03



After her second orgasm, she slid forward and arched her hips. "Lick my ass! Ream my whore ass until I come again! And be quick about it!" Her voice was gruff and demanding and dirty. Damn, it was hot! I reamed and thrust at her hole, paying close attention to her demands and movements in my best effort to bring her the greatest pleasure. It wasn't long before she came again, aided by her own fingers on her clit as I worked her backdoor with my mouth.

She sat on my chest trying to catch her breath. "I need to lie down," she said with a breathy laugh. "Here," she said, standing and turning around. "You can eat me some more while I rest and suck your dick. But no coming," she said with a wicked smile.

"How am I supposed to not come when you're sucking me off and shoving your pussy in my face?"

"Hmmm, quite the dilemma you're faced with," she said with a smirk. She settled onto me again, this time lying on me face down, her pussy right at my face and her head resting on my hip. She licked and sucked gently while her hand played with my balls and shaft, occasionally running her fingers along my inner thigh or groin. I languidly swirled my tongue around her clit and lapped or sucked at her labia. Sometimes I would curl my tongue into her pussy, but it was always relaxed. She again came after a few minutes, but it was not as intense, or at least it didn't seem to be.

She sat up and crawled off me. I was aching to come. Eating Grace and licking her ass, after she teased me all day, and then having her suck my dick, was forcing a buildup that was hard to keep contained.

"I'm getting something to drink," she said, sliding off the bed.

"I'll just wait here, then," I called after her, getting a laugh in return. She didn't make me wait long, but returned with a bottle of beer, taking a sip as she walked in, naked and dripping down her thighs. She leaned over the bed and rested the bottle against my lips, pouring some into my mouth before tilting the bottle up and pulling it away.

She set the bottle on the nightstand and climbed back onto me. She leaned over and kissed me deeply, grinding her groin on my stomach, her nipples gliding along my chest as our tongues caressed. She kissed me on the cheek and ear, grazing my cheek with her own. She whispered in my ear, "I want you inside me." She kissed my ear before continuing, "But no coming." She pushed herself up just a little and looked me in the eye as she pushed herself back onto my throbbing erection. Her face showed her pleasure when she engulfed me. If her pleasure was even a fraction of the pleasure I was feeling, she was engulfed in ecstasy.

"Grace," I moaned quietly, "I don't know how long I can hold out. You're too good, too hot."

"You have to," she pleaded, moving slowly. "Don't come. Please. Soon, I promise. It will be sooooo good. Trust me."

"I'll try." I did my best to hold back. Fortunately, Grace was near enough to her orgasm that the slow, steady movements she was making took care of hers without moving me much closer than I already was. She lifted off and allowed my dick to flop against my stomach with a wet slap. She kissed me gently and ran her hands up along my arms.

"Let's relax for a few minutes so you can settle down," she offered, untying my wrists. She turned around and untied one ankle while I reached for the other.

"You're cruel, you know that?" I asked with a smile when she handed me the beer.

"Aww, are you upset that I blew you and fucked you?"

"Only that you didn't finish what you started."

"I told you it would be mind-blowing soon enough, didn't I?" She kissed me and stroked my cheek. "I just need a little more time." She turned and opened the nightstand drawer. "In the meantime," she said, reaching into the drawer, "I'll stay warmed up." She turned around and had a realistic-looking latex, flesh-colored dildo.

"Holy fuck," I muttered.

"Toss me a pillow?" she asked with a smile. She reclined against the footboard, resting the pillow behind her shoulders and head. Spreading her knees wide, she ran her fingers along her pussy and sucked the head of the dildo. "Are you watching?"

I nodded, entranced by her display.

"Good." She took the dildo and rubbed it along her labia a few times before pressing the head against her opening and pressing it inside. "Ooooh," she breathed. "Shit, that's big." Grace looked at me and complained about what she was doing. "It's stretching me out," she whined. "The next time I go to one of Rosa's sex toy parties, I'm buying something more in line with what I'm used to." She eyeballed my dick as she said it.

I reached for my shaft.

"Ah ah ah," she sang, wagging her finger at me as if shaming me. "No touching. You just sit and watch. You'll get your turn soon enough."

I gripped the sheets with both hands and watched, balling the fabric in my fists. This was amazingly sexy.

"I want to show you a trick I learned," she whimpered as she moved the cock in and out, her pink lips flared and stretched. "I can't do it all the time, but with something like this, I bet I can." Her hips began to roll and thrust and she used both hands to make the giant dick sluice through her boiling cunt. "Oh! OH GOD! OHGODOHGODOHGOD!! SHIIIIIIIITTT!" she cried, yanking the dildo from her snatch. A flood of juice arced from her pussy, going so far as to land on my stomach and left leg.

"Holy shit!" I cried, amazed at the sight of Grace gushing like that. My cock jumped at being splashed with her juices. She collapsed, aftershocks causing her core to flinch repeatedly.

"Surpise," she giggled, her hand holding the dildo flopping onto the bed. "Wow."

"How did. . . When did you learn that. . .?"

"Rosa showed me."

"You mean you and Rosa. . .?"

"No, no," she laughed. "Rosa is a sales rep for sex toys and also does some female sexual health along with it because, you know, some of their stuff are billed as exercisers and stuff. The issue came up from one of the ladies at a party a few months ago, and Rosa talked about how female ejaculation works (and if it works). I tried it and it turns out I have to be really worked up and I need something that can put consistent pressure in the right places. I got this big boy," she said, holding up her dildo, "And learned a few things along the way."

She sat up and crawled toward me. "What I haven't done, however," she kissed me on the lips, "Is something I want to do with you today. Call it another one of my kinks."

"What is it?" I asked, trying to maintain some adult composure, when I was as anxious as a horny schoolboy.

She giggled and stroked my cheek. "Aren't you the impatient one?"

"I can't help it."

"Well," she looked at the ceiling and tapped her chin. "I could tell you. Or. . . we could just get right down to it."

"I know what I want."

"I bet," she laughed. "So let's just do it." Grace turned around and reached under herself with the dildo. She groaned as she pressed it into her pussy again. I watched her asshole press out as she was invaded by the giant girth of her latex lover. She spread her knees, lowering her pelvis so that the base of the dildo was rested on the mattress. "Come around here and fuck my mouth," she demanded, sounding out of breath.

Not one to disappoint a lady, I quickly scrambled around and pressed my dick at her lips. She relaxed her mouth and throat and let me use her mouth for my own advantage. Within a few strokes, my dick was covered with thick, bubbly saliva. She grunted something and pulled her head up a little. I withdrew as I suspected she was asking me to, and looked into her watery eyes.

"Now I want you to fuck my ass while that dildo is buried in my pussy."

"Damn, Grace, are you serious?!"

"Mount up, cowboy." There was only lust in her eyes. No doubt, no hesitation. I settled in behind her and she turned her head and reminded me, "I want this, so don't give up, but be gentle with me, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course. Gentle," I mumbled, acknowledging her request while still being in a daze about it. My dick had never been this hard. Every vein stood in stark relief and the head was swollen and flushed a deep purple. There was no give in the shaft and my cock was pointed at a sharp angle upward from my groin.

I looked down and saw Grace's gorgeous round ass, hips flared with her knees spread wide. Her pink asshole was pinched shut and glossed with her arousal. The pink lips of her cunt were stretched around the heavy girth of the rubber dick extending out to rest on the mattress.

"Come on, Pres," she whined, wiggling her ass, "Give it to me."

I pressed the head of my frothy cock against her wrinkled eye and leaned into it. The first couple of tries, it slipped up her crack, so I readjusted my angle and pressed again, leaning against her backdoor, feeling it give and the purple head forcing its way in. She groaned and cursed at my progress, but a moment later she yelped when she embraced my head completely.

"Wait!" she said. "Fuck, that's big!"

"You're so fucking tight, Grace!"

"I've got two big dicks fighting for space," she grunted. She rolled her hips and told me to push in some more. I moved forward, her ass gripping me almost painfully. In fact, it wasn't almost painful. It hurt. But I wanted it. I wanted it bad.

I leaned over her back and whispered in her ear, "I'm gonna bury it. Get ready."

"Oh, yeah," she whined. "Do it. Bury your big cock in my tight ass." 

I kissed her ear and whispered to her what I felt as I sank deeper into her. It wasn't long before my balls were resting against her perineum, and dragging along her big latex friend.

"Fuck!" she cried, throwing her head back. "I don't know if I can take this!"

"Yes, you can," I whispered. "You want it. You want to do it. You just need to relax into it." I stroked her side and cupped her breast, not moving my hips. "Kiss me, Grace." She turned her face and looked me in the eyes. We kissed gently and lovingly. "Now," I said quietly, "Reach back and play with your friend."

She nodded and reached under herself. I felt her ass open up a little at my head as she withdrew the dildo, then felt it squeeze again when she pressed it back in. She moaned and sighed while working it in and out of her dripping cunt. "Now," she whispered. "Fuck me now."

I pulled out a little and pressed back in all the way. I know I probably should have been concerned about keeping rhythm with the way she moved the dildo, but I wasn't worried about it. I was ass-fucking my sister and I wanted to come so badly in her. The randomness of her own rhythm coupled with mine made it more pleasurable than if it were a strict alternate pattern. Sometimes I would be buried at the same time as the other dick and sometimes one hole would be empty while the other was full. Most of the time, however, we would meet somewhere in the middle.

I have to admit I was being a little selfish, but I also noticed that Grace came twice before I did and sadly I didn't last a real long time; a couple of minutes at most. It was like a fire pushing me to boil beyond anything I could control.

"I can't hold it anymore, Grace," I grunted, thrusting hard into her with long, full strokes, gripping her hips and drilling into her with all I had.

"Do it, Pres!" she cried. "Cum deep in my ass! As deep as you can! FUCK IT!"

She shoved the dildo all the way as far as she could and cried out. My cock was buried in her tight passage, the ring of her ass pinching closed at her release and the dildo squeezing her tight the rest of the way. Like a volcano I erupted, spewing fire deep and long into my sister's clenching ass. Again and again I exploded and rope after rope after rope of molten seed filled her back passage. Purple and blue lights flashed behind my eyelids and the top of my head tingled as I fired into her.

It wasn't just my balls that were drained. My whole body was wiped out. I couldn't do anything but collapse onto Grace's back. She rolled sideways, causing me to fall onto the bed. My cock quickly deflated and I slipped out of her. I saw the dildo lying on the bed in front of her as I spooned behind her.

"Wow," she sighed. "That was intense." She was smiling a tired smile as she looked at me over her shoulder.

I couldn't stop smiling either. "That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had. Thank you, Grace."

"Thank you, Pres. Thank you for not judging me, and for fulfilling some of my fantasies."

"Any time."

"No offense," she said, "But I think I'm done for the day. My lady needs a rest."

"None taken. I think Bruno needs some time off."

"Bruno?" she giggled.

"What? He needed a name. Besides, dicks are people, too." We both laughed at that. As we started to cool down, Grace reached down and pulled the sheet up over us before we fell asleep.

*****

"So what about the apartment you have now?" asked mom, scooping mashed potatoes onto a plate before setting it down in front of our father.

"Well," Grace cleared her throat, glancing at me as I sat next to her, "I only signed a six-month lease so I could renew in January if I wanted to stay. If Pres and I find something in the next couple of months, we can put down a deposit or Pres can move in and I will join him during or after Christmas. That way I'll finish out my lease and we'll start fresh with a new one together in January."

"What kind of budget are you looking at?" dad asked.

"We've worked it out so that if either of us loses our job, we can still afford the apartment. We're going with Grace's salary since it's the lower of the two. We'll both contribute half to every bill so we're both saving money, but if either one of us is out of work, we will still both have a place to stay and can afford all the utilities. It will also allow us both to increase our savings for emergencies and toward retirement or future purchases, debt retirement, whatever." Dad nodded in approval at my explanation.

"It sounds like you've really thought about this a lot," mom said.

"We have," Grace offered. "Ever since Pres came over to help me and injured his shoulder, I've been thinking about what would happen if I got injured or sick and needed someone to take care of me. Then I talked to Pres and we agreed that this would be a good idea, and would benefit both of us."

Our parents were pleased and we spent that lunch discussing the practicality of our decision. Grace and I both breathed a sigh of relief as I pulled out of our parents' driveway that evening. We went for pizza before I took Grace back to her apartment before heading home. I missed her. We had made plans for lunch on Tuesday, but what I really wanted was to stay with her. Soon enough, I thought, and my stomach flipped a little at the thought of seeing her again. I smiled on the way home, in part because my parents were cool with us moving in together, and in part because I was thinking about what it would be like to live with Grace, going to bed next to her every night and waking up beside her every morning.

*****

"Here's to home," Grace smiled, tapping the rim of her plastic cup against mine.

"To home." I took a sip as I watched Grace smile back at me, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry about dinner," I said, looking down at the burgers and fries laid out on the wrappers.

"Then I'm sorry about the décor," Grace said, looking around the room stacked with boxes and furniture that had yet to be arranged. She looked back at me with a smirk. "So I guess we're even." She winked at me as she nibbled on a fry.

"At least we've got the bed set up."

"That we do. And after dinner I want to break in that huge stone shower."

I couldn't agree more. While the outside amenities were great (on-site gym, two pools, green space, etc.), one of the points that prompted us to get the apartment was the interior design. The two-bedroom apartment had hardwood floors, nice appliances and countertops, but also luxury bathrooms, including a large glass walk-in shower with a rainfall showerhead. 

"I agree," she said, stroking my hand on the table. "I can't wait to ride you on that bench before I stretch out on the floor and have you plow into me."

I kissed her hand. "The best part to me, Grace, is that I won't have to leave. I'm so happy to be here with you, finally knowing that this is my home."

"I've never been happier," she said quietly, a twinkle in her eye.

After we finished dinner, Grace said, "I'll clean up." She crumpled up the wrappers and shoved them into the bag before tossing them into the kitchen trashcan. "Okay, the kitchen's clean," she declared, swiping her hands together with a smile. "Shower time."

I watched happily as she stripped her shirt off right there, dropping it on the floor before turning toward the hallway and removing her bra. She left a trail of clothes as I followed, stripping along with her. By the time we arrived at the master bathroom, we were both naked. Grace turned on the shower and we both brushed our teeth as we waited for the water to heat up. I loved watching her gather our bath items from the suitcases on the dresser as her tits and ass moved with each action. I was hard as a rock by the time we stepped into the shower.

We both stood under the large showerhead and let the water pour over us. My sister embraced me, kissing me deeply. Our hands roamed as we made out and I was on sexual overdrive. The new place, new shower, idea of having our own place together, it all combined to excite me beyond what I had expected. We could be as loud as we wanted, as open as we wanted, and we could always be prepared for whatever kind of sex we wanted to have at any given time because everything would be where we were. I wouldn't forget something at my apartment, or assume she had something that we needed. This was going to be great!

Grace turned me around and pushed me gently out of the stream. I heard the cap to my body wash click open and a moment later, felt her body sponge on my back, slick with lather. She gently cleaned me up, working over my back and shoulders, down over my ass and legs, before turning me around an working back up the front of my body. She pulled me back under the stream as she backed out and rinsed the sponge out. She then poured her own body wash onto it, and worked it into a lather, taking my hand and pulling me out of the stream.

I took the sponge from her and repeated the process, only this time I started on her front as she stood facing me. I watched the water and suds roll down her beautiful form, the curves and swells, fine hairs and coarse hairs. After reaching her feet, I turned her around and worked my way up the back until I was standing behind her. I pulled her back into the stream and helped her rinse off.

She smiled at me sweetly and pulled on my hand, backing toward the stone tile bench built into the wall and took a seat. She spread her legs wide and I knew what she wanted. She tangled her fingers into my wet hair as my hands glided up her thighs. I kissed her mound, and then licked at her inner thighs, circling her pussy.

"Oooh, stop teasing me," she whined, pulling my head to her pussy.

She cooed as I took a long swipe at her lips from bottom to top. She kept one hand on my head as I ate her to orgasm, alternating between long swipes, focusing on her clit, and burying my tongue. Her other hand squeezed at her breasts and pulled on her nipples. She sat up as I stood, and she engulfed me with her mouth. 

"Can you go twice? I want you to come in my mouth, but I also want you to fuck me." She licked me again, winking at me."

"Right now I feel like I can go ten times. You're so fucking sexy, Grace!"

"Mmmmm," she moaned, sliding all the way down to my thatch. I was close to coming already after the shower and eating her out. 

"Play with your pussy while you suck me," I demanded. She shoved her hand down and circled her clit rapidly as she sucked me until saliva was dripping off her chin.




A Place for Grace Ch. 03



"Like this?" she asked before burying me in her mouth again.

I grabbed her head. "Just like that!" I grunted. I fucked into her mouth, feeling the stir. "I'm coming!" She pulled back and held just the head in her mouth while she stroked me with her hands. She swallowed every blast, not allowing any of my cream to escape.

"Mmmm," she said, sucking the last little bit out of the tip, squeezing it up through my shaft. "Yummy." She smiled up at me and licked her fingers clean. "Now watch me finish up." Grace buried two fingers into her snatch, thrusting them in and out smoothly as she circled her clit. Her moans and whining echoed through the glass and stone shower stall. Her final scream was almost deafening in the small space as she convulsed on the tile bench.

"Damn, Grace," I smiled, scooping her up in my arms. I kissed her deeply, which she readily returned. I was surprisingly hard, considering the intensity of my orgasm. 

As we kissed, I gripped her ass. "Fuck me," she whispered, her lips touching my ear. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist. Holding her up by her ass I pressed her back against the wall and lowered her to settle onto my cock. She felt incredible from this angle, tight and hot. She rolled her hips as I thrust into her. My sister bit into my shoulder, grunting as I held her close and drilled her into the wall. "Oh, God!" Her breath was forced out with each thrust, puffs of air blowing across my ear. "Fuck me, Pres!" Grace came around me, clinching me tightly with her arms, legs and cunt before relaxing against me.

Being worn down from holding her weight and thrusting, I stepped back from the wall and Grace lowered her legs. "Lie down," I told her breathlessly. She complied with a smile and I reached over to turn off the shower spray. My beautiful sister, still dripping wet, slick and glossy from the water and her effort, spread her legs and reached for me with her arms. I lowered myself over her and entered her again. She cooed as I slid home and she gasped when I took a nipple into my mouth.

I was quickly going at a steady pace, not too fast, but full-length strokes. She gripped at the back of my neck with one hand and with the other she masturbated her clit, bringing three more orgasms in rapid succession. I didn't even need to warn her when I came. I knew what she wanted and where. I kissed her deeply and felt her arms and legs hold me close. The fire burned and I erupted into her depths with a groan. I settled onto her chest and she kissed my cheek as she continued to gently stroke my hair. 

I pushed myself up so I could see her face. She had the same look of serenity and joy that I was feeling at that time. My sister pulled me down into a gentle kiss before bringing a smile to my face with two simple words: 

"Welcome home."



A Place for Grace



"What?" I hadn't realized I had said it out loud.

"Why do you say he's an idiot?"

Shit. I had really stepped into it this time. I took a breath and gathered my courage. "Because you really are a good catch. You're smart, compassionate, and beautiful. And in my experience, you're fiercely loyal."

"Aren't you sweet?" she asked, turning around halfway to face me. I couldn't help but look down and catch sight of her bright pink nipple, which capped a well-rounded left breast. "You're quite the charmer when I'm naked in the tub with you," she smirked. 

"I didn't mean—"

"I'm kidding," she laughed, smacking my knee lightly. "Now, be a good boy and wash my back." She turned back around and leaned a little forward. I looked down and saw the very top of the crack of her ass. My dick was sticking up to the left so I could see her crack, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to. She pressed back against me with her hips and giggled when she pushed against my erection.

"Sorry," I mumbled as I ran the loofa over her shoulders. She sighed with contentment, reminiscent of a purring cat, when I rubbed her shoulders and back.

"Mmm, that's nice," she sighed. It shouldn't have sounded sexy, but it did. I always think a woman sounds sexy when she is displaying relaxed pleasure. A moan, a coo, a whimper, a sigh; all of it revs my engine a little.

Without another word I ran the sponge over her shoulders and down her arms, up her neck and down her spine. As I approached her butt, she said, "Thank you," and reached over her shoulder for the sponge. "I can get the rest." I resigned the soft, lathered mesh to her hand and watched her arm move as she cleaned up her front and legs. I tried not to imagine her soapy breasts. I really did. It wasn't long before she helped me lift my right leg and soaped it gently up past my knee before repeating it with the left leg.

"Okay," she breathed, turning her head toward me. "I apologize but I'm about to get really inappropriate." I made it a point to grab the side of the tub to brace myself as I had done before and Grace smoothly stood up and turned around. Before she could settle back in front of me, this time facing me, I took a mental video of the clear bath water's gloss on her skin, her breasts dripping, and her thin strip of dark brown pubic hair curled with drops of water dripping. Her lips peeked through, bright pink like her nipples.

She quickly settled back in, her knees together, and she extended her legs a little so that her lower shins pressed against the backs of my knees. This kept me from sliding forward. It also kept me spread before her and I was unfortunately about eighty percent erect. Grace didn't even look at my face when she said, "Lift." She gently cupped my ass cheek and I lifted out of the water so that she could run the soapy sponge over my sac and shaft and pubis and lower stomach. She released me and I quickly sat back down, the water washing the suds away in a cloud of white.

My sister soaped my knees and thighs and I noticed that her nipples were twisted up into hard little knots. She ran both soapy hands along my thighs and up to my stomach. Her knees drifted open and I could see her beautiful labia through the water. She glanced up at my face before quickly looking back down. I was surprised when she suddenly slid her hands down to cup my balls with one hand and to grip my shaft with the other.

"Grace," I groaned.

"Sshhh," she whispered, gently playing with me. I knew I should have stopped her, but I didn't. If it had been any woman but my sister, there would have been no objection in the first place. I was as hard as a rock and Grace's hands glided gently over every inch of my head and shaft and balls.

I took a chance and reached forward to run my fingers over her left breast. She looked down and closed her eyes as she bit her bottom lip. I cupped her heavy breast and ran my hand to her other one. Her hand on me never stopped, never changed. I rolled her nipple between my finger and she gasped with a furrowed brow. She watched my fingers work her over, then looked back at her own hands on my cock and balls and finally looked me in the eye.

I was surprised that I did not see any shame there. Even more surprising, I did not feel any shame. We were both hurting, both broken. Our relationship had never been even remotely sexual. While we had each told the other on special occasions that they looked nice (prom, weddings, family pictures, etc), I had never thought of Grace as hot or sexy, and I had assumed the same from her. Right now, however, and maybe it was the flood of hormones, she was not just pretty; she was sexy.

I could feel my orgasm build at both her touch and at the thought that it was my sister that was touching me. "Grace," I warned through short breaths.

"Go on," she whispered. "Don't hold back."

"Grace!" Here it was. My anus sucked in as my muscles pumped my seed up my shaft. My heated seed blasted forward, the first stream weak. I tried to watch, to see my sister's horror at watching her brother come. Her doubt and revulsion would no doubt be evident. Here she was trying to help me, and I had turned it into something shameful. But I was apparently wrong. She continued to pump my shaft, even as my cum spattered my stomach, her arms and legs, and coagulated in the lavender water in her brand new tub.

"Wow," she breathed, reaching up to pinch her own nipple as she looked at the concoction on her hand and arm.

"I'm sorry, Grace," I panted, trying to catch my breath. "I shouldn't have done that."

She looked from her hand back to me, her brow wrinkled in confusion, before she eased into a smile. "Pres, you don't have to apologize. I'm the one who did it." She suddenly looked worried. "Oh, my god. I'm sorry. I just—"

"Grace," I smiled, reaching for her hand. "It's okay. It was. . . nice."

"Really?" she asked, skeptical.

"No. Not really." Her face fell. "It was a lot more than nice." She looked up at me again. "I don't know where you learned to do that, and I don't want to know, but that was incredible."

"Even though I'm your sister?"

"I don't know. Maybe even a little bit BECAUSE you're my sister. . . Wow. That sounds twisted."

She snickered. "I guess this whole thing is a little off, huh?"

"A little," I laughed.

She dipped her hand in the water and began rinsing it off. I watched her breasts jiggle as she did it and as she cleaned off her thighs. "You missed some," I said, pointing to my stomach. She smiled and ran her hands across the streams and splatters on my stomach. Her gentle touch felt nice. My erection started to return.

"Well, someone's eager."

"I can't help it."

"Well, you're going to have to. I still have to call mom and dad, and make dinner." She started to stand up and this time I watched her without shame. She turned around and I reached up and cupped her ass.

"You've got a great body, Grace," I said as my eyes roamed.

"Brett made comments about me having 'child-bearing hips,' she said, running her hands over her hips.

"And that's a bad thing?" I asked.

"Apparently. His new girlfriend is shaped like a twelve-year-old boy."

"If I was dating someone like you, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off that ass. Damn!"

"Oh, yeah?"

"Definitely!"

"Good to know," she said as she continued to dry off, her back to me. She helped me out of the tub and helped me dry off a little. Soon enough I was in a pair of boxer shorts, and lounging on her sofa after having taken a mild pain reliever. My arm was back in the sling we had picked up at the drug store and I was half-watching an old sitcom on her large flat-screen television as I drifted in and out of sleep. I heard Grace explaining my injury to our mother over the phone and trying to calm her down. She promised that we would come by for our usual Sunday lunch together and mom could see for herself.

I awoke about an hour and a half later to hear Grace making dinner. I could hear and smell the chicken boiling and could hear her shuffling around the kitchen. I looked over and saw her from the back in a tight blue t-shirt and black running shorts. I sat up and shuffled into the kitchen, startling her when I pressed into her back and wrapped my arm around her waist. "Hey."

"Hey. Get some rest?"

"Yeah. This medicine can really knock me out."

"Not all of you," she giggled, pressing back against my erection.

"He just woke up when he saw you in those shorts."

"He'd better be careful," she said, reaching back and squeezing my shaft. "Some things are better left unawakened."

"All right, all right," I said, kissing her on the cheek and backing away. "What can I do to help with dinner?"

"Get out of my kitchen and stay on the couch."

I laughed and held my hand up. "Okay, I get it. I'll stay out of your way." 

I walked out and she called behind me, "I'm making chicken alfredo. Is that still your favorite?"

"Yours is."

"Good enough."

Dinner was delicious, as always. Grace has been a good cook for as long as I can remember. She used to make dinner when our parents were working, so that dinner would be ready about the time they got home. Somehow at fourteen years old she was cooking dinners, helping keep the house straight (no small feat with my clutter), and still maintaining her place on the honor roll.

"Man, that was good," I said, pushing my plate away from the edge of the table.

"I'm glad you liked it. Did you save room for dessert?"

"Dessert?! You didn't say anything about dessert! I'll pop if I eat anything else."

"Okay, we can save it for later," she shrugged, twirling pasta around her fork.

"What is it?"

"Strawberry shortcake."

"I'm glad you didn't tell me until after supper or I would have skipped dinner to get it."

"No you wouldn't," she laughed. "When have you ever turned down alfredo?"

"When have I ever turned down strawberry shortcake?"

"Point taken." She winked as she pulled her now-empty fork out between her lips.

Grace insisted I rest some more so she wouldn't let me help with cleaning the kitchen, either. I was beginning to feel useless. She told me to pick a movie on demand and I gave her a few options. We agreed on an action comedy, the kind with mismatched partners, the rookie and the veteran. It was a fun way to take my mind off my shoulder. Grace sat in the overstuffed chair while I stretched out on the couch. By the time the movie was over, it was getting pretty late, especially given the business of the day.

I was in the bathroom when I heard her grunting outside. When I finished brushing my teeth and doing my business I opened the door to see her sliding the mattress onto the box spring we had placed that morning.

"You shouldn't do that by yourself," I said.

"Who's going to help me? You?" She slid the mattress the rest of the way on. "Besides," she said, unfolding the fitted sheet, "I need to put the sheets on so you have someplace to sleep tonight."

"Nope. I'm taking the couch."

"The hell you are!" she turned around and faced me, her hands on her hips. "I'm not letting you sleep on the couch with that shoulder." She pointed to my shoulder as she said it. She turned back around. "If you want to help me get the sheets on the bed, you're welcome to." She slid the pocket of the sheet over one of the bottom corners and I sighed as I walked around the bed. I helped her put the sheets on.

"Well, I'm not letting you stay on the couch either. This bed is plenty big."

"It is, huh?" she asked with a smirk as she shimmied a pillowcase over one of her new pillows.

"I mean. . . you know."

"Uh huh." She rolled her eyes.

"You know what? You'll just have to get over me being on the couch." I grabbed a pillow off the bed and walked back toward the living room.

"Come on, Pres," she laughed. "I was just kidding."

"Nope. I'll be on the couch," I pouted. "I just hope I can still feel my arm in the morning." I moaned loudly as I tried to settle back onto the couch, Grace laughing in her room the whole time.

A few minutes later she walks out smiling. "You're a real shithead, you know that?" she asked, hitting me in the leg with a pillow. "If you promise to stay on your side, I'll let you sleep with me tonight."

"Okay, but you have to promise to keep that fat ass on your side."

"FAT ASS?!" she yelled, hitting my legs and stomach repeatedly with a pillow.

"OW! My shoulder!" I whined, even though she was nowhere near my shoulder. "Okay, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

She laughed and stopped hitting me. "You'd better be."

"Come on," I said, sitting up as she helped. "You know I love your ass."

"Well, try to control yourself."

"No promises." She thought I was joking.

I asked which side was hers and I took the other side of the bed. We talked for a minute about how nice the mattress was and how soft her new sheets felt, Grace expressing the fact that she was glad she paid more for nicer sheets.

"Pres?" she asked, sitting on her side of the bed.

"Yeah?"

"I usually sleep. . . naked. I mean, I won't tonight," she hurriedly corrected, "But I can't sleep in pajamas or clothes or anything. Is it okay if I just wear my underwear?"

My dick twitched at the thought. "Sure, if that's what you want. I usually sleep naked, too, but I'm wearing my boxers." I had already stripped down to them. "Besides," I reminded her, "It's not like we haven't already seen each other."

"No, I know," she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. "I was just saying. . ."

"Whatever you need, Grace."

I watched as she slipped off the t-shirt and running shorts. She had not worn a bra and was now wearing only a pair of very brief cheetah print satin panties.

"Nice panties," I said with a smile.

She smiled shyly and said. "You, too."

"Thanks," I laughed, shaking my head. She turned off her lamp and slid into bed, pulling the sheet and comforter up over us. "Grace?" I whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for taking care of me today. Seriously."

"Of course," she croaked. I could tell she was getting choked up. I reached over and touched whatever was there. It was her bare thigh. She quickly rested her hand on mine and squeezed it. I squeezed her thigh gently. We lay in silence for a while, but I couldn't sleep and I didn't know if Grace had drifted off.

"This is weird," she whispered.

"What is?"

"Sorry. I thought you were asleep."

"No, it's cool. What's weird?"

She took a deep breath and spoke into the darkness. "We haven't lain in bed together in years, probably since middle school. The only time I've shared a bed with a man has been with a boyfriend, or after. . . well, you know."

"Yeah. I've only shared a bed with my girlfriends."

"It's also that. . . well. . . what happened in the tub."

"Yeah," I sighed. "I can't stop thinking about that."

"The problem is that I didn't. . . I mean, you got to. . ." She sighed and said, clearly frustrated, "I'm all worked up, okay? I mean, I need a release here."

"Oh! Listen, I can go out to the living room so you can do. . . what you need to do."

"No, I don't want that. Honestly, I need a man's touch. I haven't been with anyone for a long time, and today in the tub, it turned into more than I had expected. But I don't regret it. If you're willing, I want you to help me."

"Holy shit, Grace, are you serious?"

"Dead serious. You squeezed my breasts already. Do it again while I, well, while I get myself off. Grab my fat ass," she laughed. "Enjoy yourself. I just want you to touch me."

"Is this going to get weird?" I asked, obviously happy to help.

"I have no idea," she snickered. "But I need it bad." She paused. "And I get the feeling you wouldn't mind?"

I had to admit it. "No," I laughed. "I don't mind at all." I slid my hand up her thigh and she giggled. I felt the satin of her panties on her hip and couldn't believe this was happening. I had already developed most of an erection and I was fully hard in a few more seconds.

I sat up next to her and reached over to run my hand along her stomach. She moaned quietly. Her arm bumped my fingers as she pushed her hand into her panties. I ran my fingers down her arm and felt them tucked under the satin. I ran my hand back up her arm and across to her breast, which was confined by her bra. She moaned again as I touched her breast.

"Turn on the light, Grace," I said quietly. "I want to see you."

"Are you sure?" she asked, hinting at her uncertainty.

"Positive," I assured her. "I want to watch you. You're so beautiful." 

She sat up and turned on the lamp before giving me a shy smile. She looked down and her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh! I didn't know you were—" She pointed at my groin for emphasis. I looked down and noticed that my erection was sticking straight up through the fly in my boxer shorts.

I smiled. "You do that to me."

She smiled and reached for me. Her hand gripped my shaft lightly. Her fingers were warm and I noticed that her nipples were stiff. I reached out and pinched her nipple lightly, causing her to squeal and to pull her hand back. She immediately smiled and looked down at her chest. "Go ahead. I know you want to." She tapped the front center of her bra and I noticed that it was a front clasp. I reached forward and snapped it open with my thumb and forefinger. Her breasts pushed it away immediately, creating a gap of a couple of inches between the cups. I slid my hand under one strap on her shoulder and pushed it down. She pulled it down the rest of the way, then slid it quickly off the other arm and dropped it on the floor. "That better?"

"Much. I hope you don't mind my saying so, but your tits are gorgeous."

"I'm glad you like them," she laughed, causing them to jiggle just a little bit. She cupped her own tits and pinched the nipples between her fingers, biting her bottom lip and closing her eyes. "God, they're so sensitive," she moaned. I reached up again and covered her hand with mine. She removed her hand and put it back on my erection.

I let go and then moved her hand off my groin and back onto her own. She eyed me coyly and slid her hand up her stomach and then tucked it back into her panties. I gently groped her breast again, alternating between them as she ran her hand in slow circles, quietly moaning and sighing. I scooted closer to her so that our hips were touching and she looked at me expectantly. Without thinking about it I kissed her. She did not hesitate to kiss me back, her tongue accepting my own as we kissed.

I don't know if I had actually gotten harder, but it felt like I was maxed out. Grace was a good kisser, and apparently coordinated, because her hand did not change pace or grip. She continued stroking me with the same pace and pressure, staying away from the head. She knew how to work a dick to keep an orgasm at bay.

I backed away slightly and tilted my head down. Immediately Grace leaned back and thrust her chest up, her nipple quickly being caught in my mouth. "Pres," she whined. "Oh, shit, that's good." Her rubbery nipple was delicious. I loved the feel of it in my mouth, between my lips, rolling under the work of my tongue. I pulled away and she twisted her shoulders to bring her other breast to me. My hand worked her pussy from the outside of her panties while her own hand circled her clit under them. I sucked and nibbled and licked at her nipple while I stroked and rubbed and pressed against her cunt.

Her breathing became frantic. I felt her flinch rapidly, a whimper catching in her throat. Her panties were instantly wetter with another hot dose of her excitement. She pulled her hand out of her panties and with wet fingers, pulled my hand away. She quickly pulled her panties down her legs and dropped them onto the floor. "There," she panted with a smile, licking her upper lip. She lay back on the bed, spreading her knees for me.




A Place for Grace



I shamelessly looked down to see her beautiful pink opened before me. Her tuft of dark brown hair pointed directly to her clitoral hood and her pink labia were full and opened and wet. I felt her hand on my cock again and looked down at it. She squeezed and pulled to the tip, forcing a drop of pre-cum from the head before she smeared it over the swollen purple knob. I grunted at the shock of her thumb bumping over the sensitive underside of my head. "Damn, Grace, you've done this before."

She giggled with a shy nod, "Once or twice." Her breath caught again when my fingers slid along her labia. "Mmm, I'm not the only one." She closed her eyes and ground her hips, causing her dripping pussy to slide along my fingers. I pushed my two middle fingers into her and she cursed. "Fuuuuuck. What are you doing to me?"

I smiled. Not only was my sister smart and beautiful. She was sexy as fuck when she was turned on. She was sexually responsive, even aggressive, asking for what she wanted, and then chasing it with her body. My fingers were dripping with her sex. Her smell was everywhere. Grace's hand stopped moving, but her hips didn't. She cursed again and froze with her back arched, her head pressed into the pillow. Her whole body was tense and her insides gripped my wiggling fingers. She finally let out some whimpering breaths as she twitched on the bed, her pussy gripping me in a pulsing rhythm, three. . . four. . . five. . . six times. She finally settled onto the bed and tried again to catch her breath. "I'm going to sleep well tonight," she laughed.

"Oh," I said, hiding my disappointment. "Are we done, then?"

"Not even close," she said with a laugh. She sat up as she pushed on my chest. "I hope you don't mind," she said, turning away from me.

Hell, no, I thought, she's not!

She did. Careful not to hit my injured shoulder, she straddled my head. Her full, soft ass was just above me, soft thighs on either side of my head. The smell of her arousal was right there and her soft lips hung down a little and grazed my own lips. My sister's balloon knot winked at me from only inches away. I shouldn't have been surprised when she took me into her mouth, but I was anyway. Needless to say it felt amazing. Her heavy breasts rested on my ribs and I reached around to grip her perfect ass.

She moaned around me and I swiped at her pussy with my tongue. She moaned again.

I had no idea what she was doing to me, but my ability to hold out had been exhausted. "Grace," I grunted. "I'm about to come."

"Mm mmm," she said, lifting up and squeezing the base. "Not until I'm ready." 

"Come on, Grace."

"Let me ask you a question. Can you go twice?"

"Sometimes."

"That's not good enough. I don't want to risk your only one. So, do you think you can go twice right now?"

"Probably."

"Probably?" she laughed.

"Well, yeah."

"Do you think I should try for two, or do you think I should get you worked up for one great big load?" She licked her lips with a smile when she asked, looking over her shoulder.

"All I know is, I need to come."

She looked like she was thinking it over for a moment and then said, "Okay. I'll let you come. But now the question is, where do you want it?"

I didn't want to turn her off with some "weird" request (according to an ex) such as on her breasts or her face. I also didn't want to make her take it in her mouth if she didn't want that.

"Surprise me," I said with a smile.

"Oooh, you want to see what I'll do. Okay," she said, turning around. "But don't think I wouldn't do more." She settled between my legs and began working me over with her mouth again. Her hands were busy stroking in time with her mouth while her other hand cupped and rolled my balls.

"Oh, my god, Grace. I'm close already."

"Mmm," she smiled around my girth, looking up at me as she bobbed slowly. She reached back between her legs and stroked herself a few times, closing her eyes, before reaching for my balls again. Imagine my surprise when she pushed a lubricated finger up into my ass, burying it. No one had ever done this to me before and I couldn't believe how it felt!

"FUUuuuu. . ." I cried, my breath cut short by the burning ecstasy that invaded every part of me. My orgasm was so powerful that I felt totally out of control. My hips thrust on their own and all sound and sight was blocked out. All I knew was the pleasure of my release. When I finally regained my senses, Grace was gently sucking me clean, her hand running along my stomach and up to my chest as she supported herself on her other elbow.

"Welcome back," she said with a smile before kissing my shaft again.

I just shook my head as I stared at the ceiling, which was fading back to a natural yellowish white, due to the bulb and lamp shade. It had been bright white and then deep black as I lost myself. That had never, ever happened to me. I didn't move or say anything, but finally looked down my chest to see Grace, still naked and still smiling, kneeling between my legs. My erection was gone. I gathered the energy to smile at my sister and she giggled as she climbed up and settled in next to me, her arm and leg draped over my body. I kissed the top of her head and couldn't help but laugh.

After a couple of minutes, she asked, "You want some wine?"

"Wine would be great," I said.

She reached up and kissed my cheek before pushing herself up. As she climbed out of bed, I watched her naked form walk away, her ass swaying and bouncing as she walked out. As soon as she reached the door, without stopping and without turning around, she called out, "Stop looking at my ass."

I couldn't help but laugh at being busted. I struggled to push myself up into a sitting position and leaning against the headboard. I placed a pillow under my arm, sending a short twinge of pain through my shoulder, but once I rested my arm back on the pillow, it went away. Since I didn't have my sling in bed with me, this would have to do.

Grace rounded the corner, turning off the hall light and bringing us both glasses of white wine. I don't know the specific kind because I don't know wines. "I know you prefer reds," she smiled, "But this is less likely to stain my sheets if we spill." She handed me one glass as she knee walked onto the mattress and settled onto her hip.

"This is fine," I said. "Thank you. Besides, the wine will taste better just because of the company."

She laughed. "You can relax. I already said I wasn't done yet."

We talked for a few more minutes, Grace settling in beside me. Her foot would caress my leg or her hand graze my thigh. Obviously this began to work on me. She was beautiful, naked, smelled great, was pressed against me, rubbing on me, and had already made me come twice today. I was surprisingly comfortable with us, all things considered.

She noticed the effect she was having on me and, our wine glasses long empty, kissed me on the neck. "Do you smell that?" she whispered.

I wasn't sure what she was talking about, but I did smell something. "Mm."

"That's me getting ready for you."

"I thought it smelled familiar," I smiled as she continued to kiss my neck. I placed her hand on my shaft. "And this is me getting ready for you."

She stopped kissing my neck and looked down to watch her hand slide along my shaft. "I guess that second load is a real possibility, then?"

"It looks like it."

I looked down at her and she turned her face to look at me. She really was beautiful. There was definite love there. I kissed her and she returned it without hesitation. This kiss was gentle, loving, yet definitely sexual. As we kissed, she stroked down along my balls, bringing a moan from me. She smiled against my lips and sucked on my tongue. "You like that?" I just nodded as we kissed. Grace cupped my balls and ran her thumb firmly along my sac as she held me, pulling gently. My breath caught again. I bet you can last a little while this time, huh?"

"I'm sure I can."

She turned around and pulled some lubricant out of her nightstand drawer. She scooted back on the middle of the bed and poured some in her hands before pouring a little on my dick and smearing it with her hand. Of course, it felt amazing. She soon stopped, and poured some over her chest, looking me in the eye. I'm sure my mouth was agape as I watched the clear oil drizzle onto her chest and roll down the mounds before she dropped the bottle on the bed and caressed her own breasts. Her eyes closed in ecstasy and she puckered her lips as she ran her hands all over herself, stopping a few times to pinch or pull on her taut pink nipples. She would sigh or moan as she worked and I was as hard as steel. 

She even ran her hands down her stomach and stroked her pussy briefly before lying back on the bed, her legs together. She pressed her tits together and smiled, saying, "Okay, saddle up, cowboy."

"Shit, Grace, are you serious?"

She giggled and shook her tits. "Oh, come on, don't tell me you don't love a good titfuck."

"Oh, I do," I laughed as I raised up onto my knees. "I just didn't know that I was going to have this opportunity tonight. I need to injure myself more often."

"Don't you dare!" she laughed. I laughed with her as I knee walked, straddling her legs up to her hips and over her stomach. I braced myself on the footboard of the bed. She shook her head as she looked at my iron rod bobbing above her, pulsing in time with my heartbeat. "That is one gorgeous piece of meat," she said, shaking her head. I flexed it, making it swell, and held it for a few seconds. A drip of pre-cum rolled over the end of the head and we both watched it disconnect and fall to land on the inside of her right breast. She shuddered when it landed. "Come on, Pres," she breathed, catching each nipple between her index and middle finger of each hand. "Let me have it."

"I can't let go of the footboard," I said quietly, "Or I might fall." I smiled gently. "You're going to have to do it."

She smiled and let go of one breast, wrapping her fingers around my shaft and pulling me down and forward. It didn't take any effort on her part; we both knew it was part of the game. When my balls were resting on her chest, my head pointing up toward her chin, she again pressed her tits together, capturing my shaft in an oily embrace. Her fingers crossed over each other, ensuring that my shaft would stay buried between her fleshy mounds. "Go ahead," she moaned. "Fuck my tits."

I groaned at her words and I really hoped she wouldn't be mad at me for making finger indentations in the hardwood of her new bed's footboard. I pulled back, feeling the warm, soft flesh caressing me before I pushed forward again until I bumped her hands with my groin. I looked down at our joining and also at Grace as she watched the swollen purple head of my cock glide through her cleavage.

She dropped her head back to the mattress and we looked each other in the eye as I smoothly drove my hips forward and back. She was constantly readjusting herself as she oil on her hands and breasts made it impossible to maintain a steady friction. Sometimes I would watch her press her breasts together and pinch her own nipples. Her facial expressions were so incredibly sexy as she got herself off while also helping me to move toward a climax.

Dammit! I thought. She's trying to work me toward another orgasm and I'm not doing anything to help her get off. I let go of the headboard and sat up straighter. Grace apparently felt my weight shift and opened her eyes. She quickly shut them again, moaning as I reached behind me to stroke her clitoris. "Oooooh, right there," she groaned. "Put a couple of fingers in me," she breathed. I did and she thrust against my hand. She was slowly grinding herself against my fingers and I took this to mean that this was the pace she wanted, so I followed suit. I was not quite as coordinated as Grace, so my hips stopped moving as smoothly while I focused on her pleasure.

"Keep going," she said. I looked down at her face. She tucked my cock back between her breasts and held it there. "Let me work on my own pleasure." I nodded and held my fingers inside her as she rotated her hips and I began thrusting again. She never took her eyes off of mine when she lifted her head and opened her mouth, her tongue extended like an exit ramp from her cleavage. I groaned and pushed forward. My dick slid through her cleavage and up her tongue, bumping her lips before I retreated, only to repeat it again and again and again. After several times in this cycle, she dropped her head back again and shuddered. Her pussy gripped my fingers and I felt a warmth wash over them and into my palm. She watched as I sucked my fingers clean, before making an "Mmm" sound to indicate how delicious I thought she was.

"Sit back again," she said. She helped support me as I moved back and she sat up. She stuffed all the pillows behind my back and pushed gently on my chest. I settled into the pillows against the headboard and my sister straddled my waist quickly. She grabbed the headboard behind me, her slick tits dangling right in front of me. I immediately captured one in my mouth and nibbled and sucked. I felt Grace settle onto my lap, her lips pressing on the underside of my cock, holding it against me. I alternated between sucking on her right and left nipple while my hand gripped her ass and squeezed. She used me to get herself of with two more orgasms.

Honestly, I don't know how I held out as long as I had. Everything about this was exciting. The only thing I could figure was all the orgasms she had given me already. I lifted my head up and she immediately bent down to kiss me, still grinding on my cock. She turned her head and whispered in my ear as her strokes became longer, gliding all the way up to my cockhead. "I want you inside me," she whined. 

I groaned at the thought, squeezing her ass tightly. "Ungh," I grunted, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sliding my pussy along your dick," she smiled. "How much clearer can I be?"

I pulled her all the way forward and flexed my cock, making it stand out from my stomach. She pushed back and was surprised to feel me bumping at her entrance rather than sliding along her lips. She smiled as she pushed back. Her cunt was a hot embrace. She sighed in my ear as I invaded her.

"So thick," she whined. "So good."

"How can your pussy be this tight?" I asked through gritted teeth. "You're incredible."

She kissed me and our tongues lashed at each other as I squeezed her ass while she rode me. She pressed her nipple against my mouth again and I inhaled it with pleasure. She picked up the pace and rode me faster with longer strokes. Occasionally I would feel a flood wash over my groin and hips, but she would keep going. She reached back and pulled my hand to the center, pressing my middle finger against her rosebud. I circled it with my fingertip as she groaned in pleasure.

Her nipples were dancing in circles in front of me as she bounced. She was mostly quiet, mostly panting and occasionally grunting. Sometimes she would curse. "Pres, put your finger in me," she whined quickly, her head thrown back. Make me come!" Her ass was slick from her orgasms and I had no problem pushing my finger in to almost the second knuckle. Her ass and pussy gripped me, pulsing as she squealed through her release. "I'm coming!"

After a couple of seconds, she started moving again. "Leave your finger in there. I like it." She giggled as she said, "When you heal up, you can come back and fuck my fat ass."

"What?!" That did it. "Fuck! I'm coming!"

"Not in me!" She cried, jumping off and taking me into her mouth. "I wanted to taste myself on your cock. Now fuck my face and come on it!" She shoved her mouth down and I did my best to thrust my hips up into her mouth. Only a few seconds later I warned her.

"Here it is!" She pulled her head back and looked me in the eye as she opened her mouth and extended her tongue, her eyes betraying a smile. The first blast of fire spurted onto her tongue, but the next three were more powerful, streaking her cheek and nose, up her forehead and hair, even arching over her head, landing on her back and ass. The last couple landed on her lip and tongue and when I was just dribbling out, she engulfed me in her mouth and moaned as she sucked me clean. She swallowed everything she sucked out.

"Well, I guess my bed is officially broken in," she laughed, still gripping my deflating cock.

I joined her in laughing. "I guess so."

"And," she said, sitting up, "I'll know if my mattress pad is worth what I paid for it."

"Is it okay if I start calling you 'Puddles'?"

"No!" she laughed, slapping my arm. She slid off the bed and told me to scoot over to my side.

"Oh I have a 'side' now, do I?"

"Only if you want to keep visiting your sister," she smiled as she slid a pillowcase over a folded bath towel.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I don't want to sleep in a wet spot and terry cloth is uncomfortable to sleep on. This is a trick I came up with so I could wait until morning to do the laundry and still sleep in a dry bed." She lay the pillowcase-enfolded towel on the large wet spot she/we had made, put the lube away, and went to the bathroom. She returned with a warm wet washcloth so I could clean up. I heard the bath water running and when Grace returned a few minutes later, her hair was wet. "Someone got cum in my hair, so I had to wash it out." I laughed with her and we soon settled in for a deep sleep.

******

The room was still dark when I woke up, but there was enough sunlight to see clearly. The white blinds were surrounded by a bluish-gray outline of sunlight on the window frames and I noticed my gorgeous sister curled up, facing away from me. My dick was like a flagpole and I rolled over onto my good shoulder to curl in behind her. I poked her in the butt with my erection and she muttered something, only half awake. I snickered and did it again.

"If you want to keep that thing, you'd better tuck it in."

"Still grouchy in the morning, I see?"

"Fuck you," she mumbled into her pillow.

"Sounds good to me." I poked her again.

She giggled into her pillow and stuck her ass back. I touched my dick to her rosebud and pushed. She pulled away, snickering again. "Not yet." She turned toward me a little bit and with a gleam in her eye, she said, "When we get to that point, I want you to be able to really give it to me."

I groaned at the thought of drilling into her, whatever hole it was. She laughed and wiggled her hips a little before sitting up. "I need to take a shower. It's getting late, and mom wants us there at 10, you know."

"I know." I pushed myself to a sitting position and could feel my shoulder this morning. It was more of a throbbing pain now, instead of some of the sharper jolts that hit me yesterday. "I'm about ready for some meds, too," I said.

"Okay. Do you think you'll be able to shower with me this morning or do I need to do another bath."

"Well, since the awkwardness will be gone, I'm willing to try and shower."

"Before you come back, I'll get a slip mat for the tub. In the meantime, I guess you'll have to hold onto my wet, soapy, naked body."

I rolled my eyes and sighed, "I guess."

Grace shook her head and left the room. She turned on the shower and returned a minute later with my pills and a glass of water. I took the pills and followed her into the shower. With Grace there to support me, I was able to hold myself up with the towel rack as she supported my weight and soaped me up. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to soap her up, but I still enjoyed the show.

******

"My baby!," mom squealed, having come out to meet us as we walked up the stairs to the front porch. Grace had decided to have some fun with her and not only had me wear my sling, but also put a gauze pad over my eye and wrapped a bandage around my head. "You said it was just his shoulder!"




A Place for Grace



"Well, he insisted on trying to ready by himself. I leave the room for a second and BAM! He's on the floor again. Fortunately it was hardwood, so it was easy to clean."

"Oh, my god!" mom cried. Grace couldn't keep from laughing as she helped me up the last step. Mom wasn't happy, especially when I started laughing, too.

"I told her not to," I lied.

"You did not!" Grace countered, aghast at my blatant defense.

"You two are awful!"

"I'm sorry, mom," Grace said, kissing her on the cheek as they hugged. Mom gave me a gentle hug, careful not to touch me too much, as if my whole body was injured.

Lunch was nice. Mom and dad talked about all the nothing we usually talked about, the little details of things going on, how much dad liked retirement, and the kayaks he was thinking of getting so they could spend more time together outdoors, like they used to when they dated and first got married.

"So, Presley," dad started, "How is this going to work with your job?" he asked, pointing to my shoulder.

"Crap, I didn't even call yet." I shook my head in frustration that it hadn't even occurred to me since it happened. "I need to call Gary and tell him what's happening and see if he can keep me out of the field for a few weeks."

Are you going to be okay in the office?" he asked with a wink. He knew I hated just hanging out in the office doing papers and phones.

"No."

Everyone laughed. As soon as lunch was over I called Gary and told him what had happened. He assured me that I would definitely need to be in the office for a while so that even the trucks didn't jar my shoulder painfully. After a couple of weeks of recovery, he said, he would let me back in the field doing lighter duty work, which was at least better than being in the office.

After telling everyone what Gary said, Grace reminded me to call the physical therapist in the morning. After spending a couple of hours with our parents, Grace drove us back to her apartment to get my things. I would be able to drive because my car is an automatic, and I had to leave so I could be at work the next day. Grace wanted to walk me to my car, but I declined her request.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because I'm your brother. You've never walked me to my car when I've left."

"Yeah, but things are different now," she pouted.

"Exactly. If you walk me to my car, I can't do this." I wrapped my arm around her waist and kissed her like I was going off to war. My dick grew in my pants and I cupped her ass as I pulled her to me. She moaned into my mouth as our tongues played together. We must have made out for a couple of minutes. When I broke our kiss, her lips were swollen and her eyes were heavily lidded. She panted as I backed away and I knew I looked much the same.

"Yeah," she said quietly, "I guess that would be weird to tell people you're my brother after that."

I nodded. I quoted George Burns the way my father had taught me when we were young, and it had stuck. In my best George Burns voice I said, "Say goodnight, Gracie."

Right on cue, she smiled. "Good night, Gracie." She gave me one last kiss before I opened the door and walked out. She watched me down the sidewalk until I turned to head toward my car. By the time I had gotten out of her apartment complex's gate, I had a text. I checked it at the stop sign by the exit.

"Don't forget to make that appointment. You need to heal up. I'm counting on you. I love you. G"

I smiled as I put the phone down in the console and turned right toward my own apartment. I would definitely need to call that therapist tomorrow.