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 Title: A Place for Grace


Summary: Brother helps big sister move into her new apartment.


Keywords: inc,fic



   "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.

   "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.

   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!"

   "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.

   To be continued....


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