Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: A Place for Grace Ch.  03


Summary: Grace and Pres come to a decision.


Keywords: inc,fic



   "Is that for me?"

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

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

   "You need to learn to cook faster."

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

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

   "You still like it, though, right?"

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

   "I'm making bacon, too."

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Jarts?" I asked, turning around.

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

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

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

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

   "Why?  What's wrong with cornhole?"

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

   "What?" She looked genuinely confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Nice," I laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

   "It does?"

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

   "I guess."

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

   "Probably."

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

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

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

   "How interesting?" She smirked.

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

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

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

   "You have a fetish?"

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

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

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

   "What do you mean?"

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

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

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

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

   "Nope.  None."

   "Do you promise?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "I'm sorry.  What?"

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

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

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

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

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

   "As a heart attack," I smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

   "A deal's a deal."

   "No judgment?"

   "None."

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

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

   "You said no judgment," she accused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Ready?" she asked.

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

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

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

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

   "Your turn?"

   "It doesn't matter."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Better than my pussy?  Or my ass?"

   "Don't make me choose."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Holy fuck," I muttered.

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

   I nodded, entranced by her display.

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

   I reached for my shaft.

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Rosa showed me."

   "You mean you and Rosa. . .?"

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

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

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

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

   "I can't help it."

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

   "I know what I want."

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

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

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

   "Damn, Grace, are you serious?!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "You're so fucking tight, Grace!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Any time."

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

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

   "Bruno?" she giggled.

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

   *****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   *****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Welcome home."


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