Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: A Place for Grace Ch.  02


Summary: As Presley heals, his sister keeps a promise.


Keywords: inc,fic





   "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.

   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.

   "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.



   To be continued....


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