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 Title: My Saving Grace Pt.  04
Summary: Discrete?  Yeah, not so much...


Keywords: inc,fic



   "Talk to me about what you're doing with Grace, Kevin," she began.  "And
don't bother lying to me.  It won't end well for you if you do."

   My breath caught in my throat as I stared at her in shock.  Her face was
devoid of emotion, but I could see something smoldering in her eyes. 
Something, indefinable.  Did she know something?  I wondered.  How?  Is she
bluffing me, hoping to get me to say something?  I blinked, and for the
first time I found myself in fear of a member of my own family.

   Grandma sat there next to me, her gaze never wavering.  Finally, she
spoke again, breaking the spell.  "Out with it, boy!"

   "I don't know what you mean, Grandma," I said.

   "Kevin, I've owned a steakhouse for the better part of 40 years.  Among
other things, that means I can always recognize Bull when I see it!  I'm
not letting go of this, Kevin.  There is something going on between you and
Grace; something well beyond even the closest sibling relationship.  Tell
me NOW!"

   I sighed.  Alright, fine.  She wants to know, then I'll tell her.  I've
wanted to tell someone anyway, I just never dreamed it would be Grandma, of
all people.  It was make or break right now.  If this went south, Grandma
could find ways to make our lives a living hell.

   "Grandma, Grace and I have kissed and touched.  We haven't made love
yet, but we will.  Grace and I are in love with each other, and that's the
end of it."

   Her eyes widened, and then narrowed again, anger rising to the surface.
"And just what would you know about love?  You're 20 years old, for
Heaven's sake!  You're taking advantage of your OWN SISTER!"

   "I don't know what love is?!" I replied, suddenly enraged.  How dare
she? "Let me tell you something, Grandmother, I know EXACTLY what love is!"
Heedless of the fact that I was stark naked beneath the blanket, and that I
was hooked into several IV lines, I struggled to my feet.  I could hear the
warbling of my bed exit alarm, but I didn't care.  This was a challenge
that was going to be answered!

   In spite of her anger with me, Grandma's maternal instincts kicked in
and she reached for me as I wobbled unsteadily.  "Kevin, what the hell are
you doing?  Get back in bed this instant!"

   "Look at this, Grandma!" I said, pointing at the 15 stitches that held
the deep cut on my left thigh closed.  Next, I pointed out the IV lines in
my right arm.  "Look at all this plastic spaghetti they have plugged into
me!  Do you really think I would deliberately put myself through all of
this, in order to take advantage of her?!  Do you really think I need to go
this far just to get LAID?!"

   My injured leg gave out and I landed on the edge of the bed.  I steadied
myself, still staring her down.

   "The last thing I thought before I jumped in that water was this: I
would rather die with Grace, than live without her.  If I hadn't been able
to reach her, I wouldn't have left that pond.  If she hadn't started
breathing on her own, I would have worked on her until I collapsed!  And if
she had died there on the bank in spite of everything, I would have laid
down next to her, so we could sleep together forever!"

   My eyes bored into hers, and I wasn't going to be the one to look away
first.  Damn it, NO ONE was going to tell me I didn't know what love is! 
"I love Grace, Grandma.  I love her with my whole being.  No matter what
has me upset, her touch can calm me.  I feel my mood improve when she just
walks in the room.  She is the focus of my life, Grandma!  And make no
mistake, she loves me too.  I have never felt this way with anyone.  Not
ever."

   I took a second to let myself cool down before continuing.  "I've
thought about this a lot over the last month.  I'm not emotionally running
away from Kelly; I'm running towards Grace!  What we have together is
perfect."

   "Perfect!" she snorted.  "It's wrong!  It's incest, and it's unnatural-"

   "It doesn't FEEL unnatural, Grandma!  It feels RIGHT!  She fills in gaps
within me that I never even realized were there before."

   "But Kevin, she's your sister!  Yes, you've saved her life twice, but
how can you say you're not playing the emotions from these incidents to
your advantage just to get what you want?"

   "Because if all I wanted was to get in her panties, I could have done
that many times over by now," I said, my voice uncompromising.  From down
the hall, I could hear rapid footsteps.  Probably Hannah or another nurse
coming to see what's going on.

   "Grandma, I'm a virgin.  Yes, in this day and age, I'm an honest-to-God
VIRGIN at the age of 20.  I never had sex with Kelly either.  The reason is
the same: I loved her so very, very much, and I thought she was worth
waiting for!  Well, if I thought Kelly was worth it, how much more so is
Grace?"

   "Grandma, I'm not a drooling idiot, but Grace is much smarter than I'll
ever be.  She's resilient, both mentally and physically.  In spite of the
pain love has brought her, she's not afraid to try again!  She truly,
deeply, cares about the people in her life.  She's the most giving and
generous person I know.  Add to that the fact that she is stunningly
beautiful, and you have the total package, as they used to say.  There is
precious little I wouldn't do for Grace.  There's nothing I wouldn't
sacrifice for her.  My life is hers, if she wants it.  One day, we will
have children.  I will make her my wife, in practice if not in law.  At
least she won't have to change her name!" I said, not able to resist at
least a little humor.

   "Grandma, I love you, and Grandpa, and Mom, and Dad...but you aren't
going to stand in my way.  None of you will.  I love Grace, and she loves
me, and that's how it is.  I hope you won't choose to cut us out of your
life.  I hope you will, if not accept our love, then at least tolerate it.
I hope that, when the day comes that Grace wears my ring, you will wish us
well.  I hope you will welcome your great-grandchildren - if by God's grace
you are still here with us.  But if you can't see a way to do that, then I
understand.  I will respect your wishes and leave you alone.  I won't hate
you for it.  But let me be absolutely clear: if my only choice is to give
up my love for Grace, or give up a relationship with the rest of you, I
will stay with Grace.  "

   "Kevin!" came a very soft sob from the doorway.  I turned and saw Grace
standing there, hands over her mouth, eyes streaming tears.  She rushed to
my side and hugged me fiercely.  "Oh my God, baby, I love you so much! 
What you said about me...was so...beautiful!"

   Gracie held me in a death grip, sobbing against my bare shoulder.  But I
knew her well enough to know that these were tears of joy, not sorrow. 
Here in front of a witness, I had declared my deepest feelings in terms
that could not be misunderstood.  As Winston Churchill once said, 'Here we
stand.  We can do no other!' (And no, I'm not comparing myself to a great
statesman, I'm just cribbing a really good line.)

   I held my beautiful Grace close to me, caressing her back, still not
looking away from my Grandmother's face.  I could see turmoil there, and
something else I'd never seen from her before: indecision!

   Naturally, Hannah chose that moment to rush into the room.  "Kevin
what-" she broke off, surveying the scene.  "Uh, is everything...I mean, do
you need any...let me help you back into bed, okay?"

   Hannah shut off the annoying bed exit alarm and helped me under the
covers.  As she untangled my IV lines, she cast a deeply disapproving
glance in Grandma's direction.  She obviously wasn't sure what was going
on, but her instincts must have been telling her that Grandma was the
antagonist here.

   "There we go, Kevin," she said.  "If you need anything, hit your call
button.  DO NOT get out of bed on your own.  If you fall, you might bust
those sutures open, and that will make you my guest for a few more days! 
Clear?"

   "Yes, Hannah.  Very clear," I said apologetically.

   "I think it's time you let him rest," she said next, addressing her
comments to both of the other women.  "Visiting hours will start again at
1pm.  That's only a few hours to wait." Giving my Grandma another stern
look, Hannah left.

   My Grandma stared at the floor for a moment, and when she looked up I
could see the tears in her eyes as well.  Her moment of indecision seemed
to have passed.  To my hopeful eyes, it almost looked like...was she
willing to accept this?

   "I...I didn't realize, Kevin...Grace." Her frail shoulders shook once in
a brief sob of emotion.  "You do know what love is, Kevin; I'm so sorry I
doubted you.  I could never carve the two of you out of my life.  You've
been such a joy, the both of you!"

   Her expression was loving again, as she looked us over.  "But you do
realize, don't you, what a hard road you have ahead of you?  Do you have
any idea of the storms waiting on the horizon for you?"

   "Oh, I think we both have an idea," Grace said, dryly.  "Are you...are
you going to tell everyone else?"

   "No," Grandma said without hesitation.  "It's really not my place to do
that.  No, you two are going to tell everyone, not me."

   She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, and then stood.  "This is
something you cannot hide long-term, even if it was best you did.  And
honestly, I don't know how long you can hide it in the short term either,
considering the way you act."

   "What do you mean?" I asked, incredulously.

   For the first time, Grandma cracked a genuine laugh.  "Kevin, honey, I'm
old, not blind!  How do you think I got suspicious to begin with?  In just
the short time we were all together on Thanksgiving, I noticed a great many
things that 'clued me in,' as you young people say.  The way you two look
at each other, the way you're always touching - and I do mean always!  Your
body language is plain as day: I could tell that if you weren't already
lovers, you soon would be.  And then, there was a certain kiss I happened
to witness while I was clipping some fresh herbs in the greenhouse.  (Not
very discrete, Kevin!)"

   Grace and I stared at each other in wide-eyed amazement, and Grandma
laughed again.  "Not as sneaky as you thought you were, huh?"

   "Obviously not," I muttered, a little humiliated.  I'd thought we were
discrete, but thinking back I realized Grandma was right.

   Grandma shook her head, and smirked at me.  Her expression was an odd
mixture, containing equal parts love, amusement, bewilderment,
exasperation, tolerance, and sadness.

   "I was young once too, you know!  How do you think your Mother and your
Uncles got here?  The Stork?" she asked, finally.  "Look, I'm not going to
threaten you or give you ultimatums; you are adults, and you, Kevin, have
proven to me that you are willing to put your life on the line.  What could
I possibly do to stand in your way?  But having said that, I will give you
this advice, and it's the advice of someone who loves you both, very very
much, so please listen!  When the moment comes that you reveal your love to
the rest of the Family, be sure it happens on your terms!  Be sure that you
choose the moment.  Don't let the moment choose you!  Do you understand
what it is that I'm trying to say?"

   I looked at Grace.  She nodded her head, affirmatively.  "I think we do,
Grandma," she answered for both of us.

   "Good." Grandma leaned in and kissed us both.  As she turned to leave,
she paused for one more word.  "I love you both, and in spite of what I
said earlier, I'm proud of you.  You are a good man, Kevin.  I cannot say I
understand the love between the two of you, but there is no denying that
it's there.  I...I wish you well."

   With that, she turned and left.  Gracie tenderly pressed me back and
lowered the head of my bed a little.  She smiled, her eyes still red with
her happy tears.  My God, she was beautiful!

   "I have to leave too, my love," Grace whispered, stroking my face
tenderly.  "I'll be back as soon as they let me.  Nothing is going to keep
us apart, Kevin.  Never."

   She leaned in and kissed my lips.  She was gentle, mindful of all my
sore places.  Her gentle hands soothingly caressed me while her tongue
traced lightly over my lips.  She broke the kiss after a moment, not
wanting to get me hard.  She stood, and reluctantly left my room.

   As I laid back against the pillows I noticed that I was shaking.  The
nervous tension, and the intense emotional release had drained the last of
my strength away.  Plus, I was still weak from the injury and loopy from
the painkillers.  It shouldn't be surprising that, in spite of what had
just taken place, I fell immediately and deeply asleep.

   ###

   The next visit with my family went much more smoothly, fortunately. 
Grace sat by the head of my bed on the left, and Mom by the right.  Mom
didn't seem to want to let go of my hand.  I could tell that Gracie badly
wanted to be holding my hand as well, but Grandma's observations - and
advice - was still ringing in our ears.

   So, little though she enjoyed it, she sat and contented herself by
occasionally adjusting my blanket while Mom fussed over me.  I couldn't
help but notice that Grandma would occasionally look at Grace with a
knowing smirk, usually just after she had fiddled with the blanket.

   My Father and Grandfather stood at the foot of my bed, letting the three
ladies have the chairs and pay me the attention.  Both of them, I noted,
had puffed out their chests slightly, apparently proud that they had raised
a man that would go to any measure to save a woman.  I fervently hoped that
they wouldn't lose that pride in me when they learn about my true feelings
for Grace.

   As visiting hours were again coming to a close, a nurse (not Hannah,
sadly) stepped in.  "Excuse me, folks, just a few more minutes before
visiting hours are over.  However," she continued, "I can tell you that Dr.
Khan is definitely releasing Mr.  Richmond to home care tomorrow morning."

   She looked around the room.  "Which one of you will be assisting him at
home?"

   "I will!" Mom and Grace said simultaneously.  They looked at each other,
then at the nurse, then back at each other.

   "We both will," they said, again in unison.  Dad and Grandma chuckled,
and Grandpa signed, asking what was so funny.  The nurse had spoken too
quickly for him to lip-read, and Mom wasn't facing his way.  While Dad
relayed the hilarity to Grandpa, the Nurse went over the home care
instructions with Mom and Grace.  Oddly, no one involved seemed interested
in whether or not the patient (me) had anything to say - about anything. 
But I guess that's the way it goes.

   True to form, I was released the next day...at 2 in the afternoon!  I
guess accurate time-keeping isn't included in the service, I thought to
myself as I was wheeled towards the front doors.  I'd been given crutches,
but they wouldn't let me use them.  They insisted on giving me a wheelchair
ride out of the place.

   Grace waited for me in her Jeep.  The only vehicles we owned that I
could get in and out of with my leg immobilized were Grace's Jeep and my
own Subaru.  Dad's Camero and Mom's Bug were definite no-gos.  And the
RV...don't get me started!  Thank God this wouldn't last long.  It's also a
good thing my Professors agreed to let me do some of my coursework online,
so I could still take my semester finals on time.  I shuddered, imagining
what it would be like to have to take a bunch of incompletes.

   Hannah helped me into the car - the lady was a good deal stronger than
she appeared!  She then patted my shoulder and smiled warmly at me. 
"Kevin, don't take this the wrong way, but I really hope not to see you
here again!"

   I understood exactly what she meant!  "Thanks, Hannah," I said, smiling
as she closed the door for me.  Grace loaded my crutches and the discharge
papers unceremoniously onto the back seat.  Watching in the side mirror, I
saw Hannah stop her and say something in her ear.  Grace stared at the
slightly older woman for a long moment before replying.  I was curious
about what they were discussing, but I couldn't make out their words and my
painkillers were starting to wear off.

   Finally, Gracie embraced Hannah in brief but fierce hug, and she got in
behind the wheel.  "You okay, Sweetheart?" she asked me.

   I grimaced, but nodded.  "I'll be okay as soon as we get my
prescriptions filled.  My leg feels like it's on fire." Looking at Grace, I
noticed her troubled expression and decided to try and distract her.  "How
did I get cut, baby?  I don't remember it happening."

   She shook her head, grimly.  "I'm not surprised you don't remember,
honey.  You were...you were almost gone, when it happened." Gracie paused
for a moment to gather herself, then continued.

   "As Dad told me, what happened was this: you somehow managed to get to
the back door with me in your arms.  Dad and Grandma heard something
banging against the door.  When Dad went to see what was going on, he saw
you standing there, basically naked and holding me in your arms, wrapped in
your parka.  When Dad opened the door, you pushed me into his arms and
collapsed.  Apparently, at some point you knocked over and broke that old
glass patio table Grandma and Grandpa had on the back porch, and when you
collapsed, one of the larger fragments carved you up like a roast."

   We were both quiet for a long moment after that.  Gracie drove to the
CVS we always used, and dropped off my prescriptions.  We waited outside in
the Jeep; it gave us the first alone time we'd had in way too long.

   "Kevin," she whispered softly, her voice caressing my name.  "Honey, you
very nearly bled out before Mom used some cooking twine as a tourniquet. 
You could have drowned, or died of hypothermia..." her voice trailed off.
There was so much emotion in her voice, on her face.  She buried her face
in my shoulder.  My pain forgotten for the moment, I held her close.  I
kissed the top of her head and stroked her beautiful hair.

   "Then, there's what you said to Grandma," she continued, looking up to
make eye contact again.  "Kevin, you not only risked your life to save
mine, you risked everything else on a roll of the dice, trusting that
Grandma would understand." She shook her head in awe.  "Kevin, I knew you
loved me.  I could feel it, but until now, I didn't truly comprehend just
how deeply you love me!  When you told Grandma those things, about how
you'd rather die with me than live without me...Kevin, no one has ever
loved me that way before!  And, I've never loved anyone like that,
either...until now."

   "You're willing to sacrifice everything for me!  I don't know how I can
be worthy of that kind of love from you, but I do know this: I'm going to
spend the rest of our lives trying to be worthy!" She gently cupped my
cheeks in her palms and gazed devotedly into my eyes.  I was mesmerized by
the intensity of her stare.  Her eyes - my God, her beautiful hazel eyes! -
were like deep pools of feeling.  I could easily fall into them and never
find my way out, and be happy about it.

   "Kevin, I will be deeply honored and proud to wear your ring.  It will
be the greatest pleasure and joy for me to bear your child - or children! I
will be your wife and your sister, your friend and lover, and all of the
other things we are for each other, until it's time for us to die!  I am
yours, and you are mine!"

   I have never been so moved in my life as I was at this moment.  It was
completely overwhelming.  No wedding vows could match this passion or
intensity!  The fire in her eyes told me the truth of her words.  It was
the exact same overwhelming sensation she had felt when she heard me speak
to our Grandmother, I realized.  I still didn't know all the answers to the
many problems we would face in the future, but I was more certain now than
ever before that it was worth the trouble and the pain.  This bond, this
deep love between us was real and solid; it would endure the hardships I
knew would come.

   There were no words in any spoken language that could express what we
felt.  Fortunately, none were needed.  At the same exact moment, we leaned
in to each other and kissed.  It was the hottest kiss I've ever felt.  I
could feel and sense every bit of Gracie.  The taste of her mouth, the
smooth creamy skin of her neck beneath my fingers, the slight trembling of
her muscles that was brought on by the depth of her emotion...I could smell
the subtle fragrance of her perfume, the clean warm scent of her skin, and
the faintest hint of her passion.  All these things and more flooded my
senses; for just that moment I felt we were as one.

   When we broke the kiss, she looked at me with wonderment.  "You felt
that too," she said.  It wasn't a question.  I merely nodded my head.  Yes,
this was right.

   ###

   It was after 5 before we reached the house.  At this time of year in
Indiana, that meant it was already after dark.  I was surprised that, as we
approached the house, Gracie triggered to garage door.  I hadn't even
noticed she had one of the remotes.  I was even more surprised to see Mom's
yellow Bug parked in the driveway where Grace usually parked.  Normally,
the garage was reserved for Mom and Dad.

   Again, it was like Grace read my mind.  "They thought it would be easier
on you coming in through the garage.  There are no stairs into the house
that way."

   I smiled.  Gracie pulled in smoothly and closed the door, then handed me
my crutches and watched as I hobbled inside.  I wasn't allowed to put
weight on my injured leg, but at least I wouldn't be confined to bed.  If I
had been forbidden to take myself to the bathroom, it would have been so
humiliating!

   Under my sister's loving overwatch, I slowly and carefully made my way
into the house.  Mom and Dad were waiting at the kitchen table.  I could
see dinner was ready; Mom had made her famous (okay, not really famous, but
damn it SHOULD be) slowcooker pot roast.  She'd also made my favorite
spinach salad to go with it.  Until I smelled the food, I hadn't realized
how famished I was.  Dad pulled out a chair for me, and he and Grace helped
steady me as I sat.

   We said a quick prayer and dug in.  It was just as good as I knew it
would be.  After dinner, my family surprised me again.  Dad presented me
with a small wrapped box.

   "What's this?" I asked, as I struggled with the wrapping paper.  My Dad
never skimps on the tape when wrapping gifts.  "My birthday isn't for
another week!"

   "We know, sweetie," Mom said, "But there were a couple things we wanted
to give you now."

   I finally got the wrapping paper off, and stared in shock.  It was the
latest Galaxy phone, complete with a custom-made case featuring (of course)
an AR-15.  "Wow," I said softly.  "Thank you guys so much!  But-"

   Dad waved off my thanks.  "We still have our baby girl because of you,
son.  A new phone is nothing compared to that!  Besides, when we finally
did find your old one out by the pond, the screen was cracked and the
innards were shorted out.  I'm guessing that it fell out of your trousers
pocket at some point and then you stepped on it.  The guys at Best Buy were
able to salvage your SD card though, so all your music and pictures and
stuff are safe."

   I thanked them both profusely, and then Mom held out her hand to me.  I
reached out with my own and she dropped something small into my upturned
palm.  It was my faithful Kershaw folding knife!  Surprised yet again, I
quickly opened it and inspected the blade.  It was clean and free of rust.
It actually looked freshly honed and oiled.

   "Your Grandfather found this by the pond along with your clothes," she
explained.  "He has an old EdgePro set up in the barn, so he cleaned and
honed it for you.  Keep it close, just in case."

   "And last," Gracie said, grinning her mischievous grin, "Here's a little
jewelry for you!" She reached out and wrapped a new paracord survival
bracelet around my left wrist, and kissed my cheek.  "It's the hottest
fashion trend this fall!" she joked.

   "Thank you all!  I love you guys so much!" I said.

   "We love you too!" It was a tender family moment, and I savored it.  I
hoped we could still share moments like this, even after Gracie and I
revealed our secret.

   I carefully made my way up the stairs.  Mom offered several times to
make up the couch for me, but I wasn't interested.  The downstairs bathroom
was tiny.  It would be hard to get in and out of without being able to bend
my leg (or put weight on it).

   No, I was going to sleep in my own room tonight.  It might take me 30
minutes to get up these stairs, but damn it all, I was going to make it! 
Mom and Dad supervised and Gracie went ahead of me, keeping a firm grip on
my belt, as the nurses had taught her.  It didn't really take me 30 minutes
to climb the stairs, but the way I was hurting when I finally reached the
top made it feel like even longer than that!

   At last, I sank gratefully onto the surface of my bed and sighed.  After
a few moments, Mom and Dad joined Grace and I.  "Alright son, your Mom and
I are headed to bed.  Grace has sportingly agreed that, since you saved her
life, she will watch out for you tonight.  If you need anything, you know
where to find her."

   He turned to Grace and hugged her tight.  "I love you, baby girl," he
said, tenderly.  "If you need us for anything, don't hesitate to wake us."

   "I will, Daddy.  I love you too!"

   Mom squeezed me tight and kissed my cheek, and then did the same for
Grace.  "I'll take over from you after breakfast," she told her.

   "Okay, Mom," she said.  "It's not a burden to me, you know.  It's an
honor!"

   Mom and Dad both smiled proudly at that, and headed off towards the
master suite.  Gracie and I were alone again at last.  She helped me up and
quickly, but carefully undressed me.  Then, she made a quick trip to the
bathroom for soap, water, wash cloths, and towels.  While I laid on a towel
spread over my bed, she carefully, lovingly washed me.  Unsurprisingly, I
was hard as a rock well before she finished.  Grace, grinning wickedly,
made sure my door was securely closed.

   "It wouldn't be a good idea for you to have your very first time
tonight, my love," she said softly.  "But if you'd like, there's something
else we can do.  I've actually wanted to do it for you for a while
now...and I'll let you do something that I've never let anyone else do."

   Gracie slowly peeled off her clothes, doing a masterful striptease with
no music.  She swayed softly to a beat only she could hear.  As she slowly
spun away from me, she looked back at me over her shoulder.  She pulled her
pretty little V-neck sweater off over her head, revealing the smooth
creaminess of her back, inch by tantalizing inch.  I admired the smooth,
toned lines of demarcation between her shoulder blades and her muscles as
she moved.

   She was all woman: sensuous and warm.  As she turned again, Her
beautiful, firm breasts were revealed.  I had since learned she was 34B on
top.  Her perky breasts sat high on her chest and were capped with dusky
pink nipples, now hard with her arousal.  She let her hands wander over her
body as she swayed, tracing her own curves while she bit her lip and stared
at me.

   Then her hands dropped to her waist and pushed her soft, tight-fitting
cotton trousers down, slipping one leg and then the other out of them, and
teasing me with the mouth-watering sight of her ass in her pink thong.  It
was another special thing just for me, I knew instantly.  Grace hated
wearing thongs.  She hated the way they felt.  She also knew that this sexy
underwear style was a major turn-on for me.  That was the reason she wore
it.  The look of pure love and devotion she gave me was all the proof I
needed.

   She continued to sway for a few moments, and I marveled at the beauty
before me, until at long last she drew off her thong.  I moaned at the
sight of her.  She had regrown her womanly bush.  It was a well-trimmed
triangle of soft, short curls that began above her vulva and ended a
half-inch below her pantyline.  Her smooth, sleek legs flexed softly as she
stepped towards me.  I lifted my hand and ran it over her soft belly,
before tracing the line of her hip bone and cupping her incredible ass in
my palm.

   "That was amazing, Gracie," I said to her.  "You are so beautiful, and
so talented, baby.  I can hardly believe you're mine!"

   "Believe it, my love," she replied.  "All that I have, all that I am, is
yours!"

   Grace climbed onto the bed with me, infinitely cautious, from the right
side.  She took the greatest care not to touch or jar my injured left leg.
I noticed her looking at it, and then I saw a tear roll down her cheek.

   "So much pain," she whispered.  "Oh, my Kevin, you had to suffer just
because I bought cheap-ass boots that I never should have taken into the
woods, anyway!"

   "Stop it, Grace," I said, softly but firmly.  I gently palmed her chin
and steering her face towards me.  "You listen to me!  I have pain meds if
I need them.  This will heal!  This won't cripple me for life!  Yes, it
will leave a scar, but you know what?  I'm going to cherish that scar! 
That scar was won in rescuing you, the love of my life!  And you are worth
every last drop of my blood.  So no more tears, darling!  No more sadness.
Let go of the pain in your heart, Gracie.  Release it!"

   Her eyes bored into mine like lasers.  "Kevin Michael Richmond," she
said softly, solemnly, "I love you with all my heart.  You make me feel
like I'm worth more than all the valuables in the world.  I promise you,
I'm going to make you the happiest man on earth.  But, for right now, I'm
going to make you cum so hard, your balls will be drained for a week!"

   She kissed me then, deep, wet, and hungry.  This kiss was loving, but
passion and not tenderness lay at its core.  Gracie eagerly sought entry
into my mouth with her tongue; an entry I granted quickly.

   Her hands wandered over my body as her tongue caressed mine.  She
playfully tweaked my nipples and tugged on my chest hairs.  Not hard enough
to hurt in either case, just a tug.  Then, she ended the kiss and started
to tease my sensitive neck and throat, licking and teasing her way south.

   I moaned softly and reached for her, but she gently pushed my hands
away. "You'll have your turn, lover, but I want to go first this time!"

   She continued her southern course, kissing and licking my skin, and
occasionally nipping lightly with her teeth.  Then she reached my manhood,
and without hesitation she started licking my shaft.  The brand-new
sensation was heavenly, unlike anything I'd ever felt.

   "Ohhhh, Gracie," I moaned.  "Oh, baby, so good..."

   She stared up at me, looking into my eyes and she licked her way up and
down the shaft of my penis.  This was an amazing sensation.  But my sweet
Grace was far from done!  She cautiously adjusted her position and gently
pushed my legs apart so she could kneel between them.  Then, without a
word, she took my cock in her mouth.

   I stuffed my own hand in my mouth to muffle my sounds of pleasure!  It
was so, so good...In fact, it was too good.  Her fingers lightly rolled my
balls around as she slid my thick 7 and a half inch cock in and out of her
warm, wet mouth.  She made eye contact with me again and held it while she
pleasured me.

   "Gracie, honey, you...I'm gonna...Ohhhh Gracie...I'm gonna..." I
stammered.  I had to hold back, warn her I was about to cum, give her time
to

   "Gracie, oh honey I'm cumming I'm cumming ohhhhhh!" I said as my control
gave way to the pleasure.  It was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt! 
Gracie caressed my balls with her hands, and sucked very gently on the head
of my cock as it pulsed in orgasm.  It hit me just then, that I was cumming
in her mouth!

   Grace sucked my manhood very gently until she was sure I had finished,
before releasing it to flop back against my firm flat belly.  I watched in
amazement as she swallowed my seed without hesitation.  Then she grinned at
me.  She kissed my dick where it lay, then she carefully got out of bed,
and stepped out of the room.  When she returned, I could smell a faint hint
of mouthwash.

   "Did you...did you like that, baby?" she asked, cuddling tightly into my
right side.

   "Ohhhhhh, Gracie, it was wonderful...amazing...I've never felt anything
like it before.  So, so good!" I pulled her close and kissed her deeply.  I
would have done it whether she rinsed her mouth or not!  This incredible
woman had done something amazingly intimate, deeply loving.

   "I figured you'd enjoy it," she said, with a girlish giggle. 
"I've...never done that before.  I mean, I've never let anyone
finish...like that...in my mouth, before.  You're the first, my love!  And
you're the last!  We belong to each other."

   "Yes we do!" I replied, hugging her even more tightly against me.  I was
humbled by the magnitude of the gift - of the pleasure - she'd just given
me.  I prayed that I would never fail to be worthy of the precious treasure
I held beside me.

   Suddenly overwhelmed by my deep need of her, I tilted her chin up toward
me and kissed her.  I ran my hands over her now unresisting body, lingering
over places where I'd learned she loved to be touched.  In particular, I
nibbled at her neck and her earlobes, knowing how sensitive they were and
how much she enjoyed that.

   But tonight, I was on a mission.  Gracie had tasted me, now I wanted to
taste her!  I wanted to explore her with my mouth!  I kissed my way down
the hollow of her throat.  Gracie shivered as I licked over the slope of
her left breast and gasped as my tongue swept over her delicate aureola.  I
finally claimed her nipple with my lips, taking it inside my mouth, sucking
lightly and licking at the same time.

   "Oh my God, Kevin!" she whispered, cupping the back of my head in her
hand and encouraging my attention to her breast.  Not content with just
one, I kissed and licked my way over to her right breast, teasing her
sensitive nipple with broad, flat licks, before sucking it gently.  Then I
released it and blew a gentle, steady stream of air over the spit-dampened
flesh.

   "OHHHHH!" she moaned, before shoving her hand in her mouth.  Her eyes
were wide with surprise and pleasure.  I feasted on her breasts for several
minutes, enjoying the amazing texture.  So firm, yet yielding and warm! 
Her skin was so soft and smooth, the color of darkened ivory and the
texture of silk.

   I kissed my way over the subtle roundedness of her belly.  I loved this
part of her so much.  It frustrated Grace that, with all her exercise and
healthy eating habits, she couldn't have a flat, hard belly.  I had told
her, and I still do, how much I like her the way she is!  This subtle
roundness wasn't flab!  (A med student told me that some women simply have
this shape.  I've seen her do crunches many times, and trust me, she
doesn't have belly flab.) It didn't stick out like a man's beer paunch.  It
was a soft, gentle and feminine curve.  It added to her amazing shape; it
didn't take away from the perfection of her form!

   But, now I'd run into a little snag: I desperately wanted to taste her
womanhood.  The smell of her arousal was strong this close to the source,
and it was driving me wild with the need to experience it.  However, this
air-cast thing on my leg prevented me from rolling over or bending.  There
was no way to get my face down there.

   Then the solution occurred to me, and I laughed quietly.

   "What?" Grace asked.

   I didn't bother with an answer.  Instead, I rolled flat on my back.  She
sat up and leaned over me, as I knew she would.  That's when I took hold of
her by the waist and lifted her up.  Startled at first, she squeaked, but
she quickly realized what I was about to do and the squeak turned into an
excited moan.  She reveled in my strength as I lifted her body above me
like she was toy doll and lowered her mound over my eager face!

   Gracie held on to my headboard for dear life as my tongue glided through
the valley of her nether-lips, seeking her hot spots.  I made sure to lick
her inner and outer labia, and I couldn't resist darting my tongue inside
of her.  The taste was stronger than it had been that time in the shower,
but like before there was nothing unpleasant about it.  In fact, her moans
and desperate whimpers of pleasure made it that much more enjoyable!

   "Ohhhh, Kevin, ohhh, baby, soooo gooood," she said, as she rode my
tongue.  And then, at long last, I moved to her clit.  Her reaction was
instant, and powerful!

   "OOOHHH," was all she got out, before she crammed her hand back into her
mouth.  I gripped her thighs firmly and kept flicking my tongue over her
clitoris, applying the pressure I knew she needed.  Her first orgasm was
intense, and her second....well, it was more so!  She was so amazingly wet
after she came the first time, I couldn't stop myself from slipping a
moistened finger inside of her.  I savored the warm, snug wetness
surrounding my finger just as I savored her taste.  Gracie, I thought to
myself, you are so incredible!

   She bucked and writhed on top of me, and it was a good thing she was
holding on to the headboard!  Finally though, I stopped.  I knew that after
two orgasms, her womanhood got so sensitive that she needed a break, or
pleasure could turn to pain.

   Gracie very carefully dismounted me, and fell into my arms for a
shuddering hug.  "Oh baby," she cried quietly.  "I had no idea it was that
good!"

   I was stunned.  "Gracie, you mean none of your boyfriends did that for
you?"

   "No, no," she said.  "They did, it's just...damn!  You're so GOOD,
Kevin!" She lay there for a while, resting, before she finally got up and
went to get the things she needed to clean me up.  That done, she gave me a
small sip of Listerine to take care of my breath.  She left again, and when
she came back, she was wearing a sleep shirt.

   Seeing the look on my face, she smiled and shook her head.  "Oh, my
sweet lover, I want nothing more than to sleep naked in your arms.  But
that probably wouldn't be too smart, and not just because of our family,"
she said, pointing towards my sutures.

   I nodded in disappointed agreement.  Grace leaned over me and kissed me
tenderly.  "Honey, I've said it before: there will be time.  One day, soon,
we will sleep in each others' arms, skin to skin.  One day soon, you will
be inside of me.  For now, rest and heal.  I'll be here when you wake. 
Sleep now," she whispered.

   She covered me with a blanket, and smoothed my hair away from my eyes.
"Sleep, my love," she said, tenderly.  "I'll be on the other side of you
dreams, waiting for you.  Sleep!"

   Exhausted, and secure in the knowledge that she was there, I closed my
eyes.  As I drifted off, I reflected briefly on all that had happened.  I
marveled at what we had given each other, and at the fact that it all
stemmed from My Saving Grace!


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