Grace

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Johan parked his car in the garage and as he grabbed phone and keys and headed to the front door to his condo, his phone vibrated and the screen lit up. The caller's picture on the screen showed his twenty-four year old sister 'Grace.' The picture he took of her when both of them had dinner at their mom's two months back. She looked stunning. She was an attractive woman. She was attractive enough to make men dawdle. Anyone who looked at her would think, 'I'd love to have a piece of that.'

"Shit." He squeaked as he hadn't called his sister for over a month now. They usually talked at least once a week, but a shit load of work hadn't left him much time to think anything but the project he had been working on. 'This is going to be tough.' Reluctantly, he clicked the 'Accept' button.

"Hi Grace."

"Hello stranger." His sister sounded a bit annoyed, but sweet as always.

"Sorry sis, I couldn't call you for the past month or so. I just had too much going on at the office and had worked like a donkey." Judging her tone, he offered an apology without her asking for it.

"Yeah, Sure, Whatever. You probably were overly busy with your slutty girlfriends and forgot that you had a sister too." Grace complained. "I was wondering where you had disappeared to."

"I'm sorry Grace." He apologized once more. "And for the record, Sarah and I broke up over two months ago now." Sarah was his last girlfriend and he had dated her for three months.

"You don't sound sad for that matter." Grace laughed.

"No, I'm not mourning, if that's what you were trying to say. The break up was perhaps better for both of us. We weren't getting along anyway."

"My poor little brother! Now you'll have to find a new girl." She giggled and teased from the other end.

"Oh, come on Grace, Sarah and I weren't that serious. She was fun though. And sorry to destroy your hopes but I'm not planning to hook up with anyone for a while." Johan, being a twenty-one year old guy, spent too much time partying and with girls that that he hadn't given enough attention to the project he had been working on and that was the reason he had to divert all his energy to finish the work in time. It had been frantic month and it literally didn't leave him any time to mingle with girls. He really needed a break from dating to concentrate on his career.

"Tomorrow is Friday and so it's date night. Perfect for a single man. What are your plans?"

"No plans as of now. What about you?" He asked her in return.

"Same here. You probably know that I don't go out unless it is absolutely necessary or an all women night out." She giggled but he recognized a bit of sadness as she spoke.

"Grace... Girl... You should start going out. By the way, how long it has been since you broke up with Tom?" Without waiting for her answer he continued, "Almost six months and you are still singing the blues over that loser." What really concerned him was that his sister no longer seemed to date any man since she broke up with her boyfriend of three years.

"May be in due time, Johan." She grumbled.

"Man, tomorrow night, be ready. We're going out." He ordered. "I need to get out too. It has been a while for me since I went out. Almost two months."

"And what exactly are we supposed to do?" she giggled.

"Dine and dance is all I can promise." He sounded serious. He couldn't imagine how an attractive, young, smart and proper woman working in an office of an attorney has failed to attract any man's attention.

She knew that Johan loved her. She knew that he loved her much more than any man would ever love her. Growing up, they had been close siblings. After their parent's divorce and with their mother working two shifts to keep the house running, they had only each other to fall back on. Johan was the one who stayed up late every time she went out with her date. He was the sole person who took all the pain to cheer her up when she split up with Tom. It was because of him that she avoided going into a depression.

"Ok. If that is what you want. But don't expect me to be a fun partner." She joked.

"We will see." Was all he replied.

"Ok then, I'll pick you up by six tomorrow evening. Good night."

"Good night, little brother. Sleep tight." She kissed and hung up the phone.

Next day, when he reached Grace's house and honked, she came out running, jumping and grinning like a teenage girl on her first date. Before she went to the passenger side, she leaned into the driver side window and kissed Johan on his cheek. She wore a pink and gray flower print swing tank top which hung loose on her shoulders and fell just above her midriff showing her flat tummy and deep navel. She had a black bra underneath and he could clearly see the bra straps, cleavage and outlines of her ample breast peeking out from sides. The white skinny brushed cotton tapered stretch jeans pants she wore clung to her shapely legs and made her look taller than her actual height. It also made her ass look bigger than he thought she had. She had platform wedge sandals with pink straps; her brown hair, falling a little below her shoulders, swayed while she walked around the front of the car.

After she settled herself in the passenger seat, looking at him, moving the short, shiny curls from her face with her first finger, she said, "Hi, What's up?"

Unable to move his eyes from her beautiful face, Johan sat there unmoved. She looked different; different from her regular tidy appearance. She watched as his eyes drank her in, absorbing every detail of her body that he had never had a chance to really see before tonight. At last he set his eyes to her chest and sighed.

Feeling uncomfortable from her brother's eyes scanning her from top to bottom and finally resting on her chest, she asked. "What? Don't I look good?" He couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Stop laughing, you moron. You're making me nervous."

"I'm really sorry, Grace, but I can't wrap my head around the idea of you, shy little Grace, looking totally hot. I promise, no more laughing." But a teasing smile on his face told her otherwise.

"God, Johan, this is hard enough. Do I really look that bad?" she lowered her eyes to her chest to make sure she wasn't revealing too much before she spoke.

"If only you weren't my sister!"

"If only, what? I haven't been out in ages. I don't even remember how to dress up for a date anymore."

"Let me be honest, Grace, if you weren't my sister, you'd have already turned me on. You just look beautiful!! Wish I had such a beautiful looking girlfriend." She blushed and looked outside the windows. His blunt admission made her nervous and for a while there was an awkward silence between them.

"I'm only kidding sis, you know me, and I always joke. Soon, some guy would get lucky though." He smiled as she turned to look at him. "Ready to go?"

"Yes, if only you're done... creeping." She bantered.

"You look beautiful." He repeated and grinned. As he drove, he couldn't help but think about his sister. Grace, for her part, she really looked sexy. Since she went away to college, these were the most revealing clothes she had worn around him. Nothing slutty or vulgar, yet sensual or better still, call it flirty; a bit revealing for a night out with a brother though.

When he returned his gaze to her, he found her looking at him. And when his eyes lowered to her chest again, her eyes followed his. The vision caused a stir in Johan's pants. Damn busted! She smirked generously when she found him checking her twins out.

"Better keep your eyes on the road." She said with a grin.

"Uh huh," Johan shook his head. He had no courage to look at her again.

Johan held his sister's hand while they walked to the restaurant from the parking lot. After guiding the duo to the table and helping them sit, the waitress welcomed the siblings and told them that they looked beautiful together as a couple. Johan started to say, "We are n.........," but Grace cut him off and thanked her with a smile.

As they sat across the table, facing each other, she could tell Johan was undressing her visually. A devilish gaze that she had never noticed in her brother's eyes before.

"I like the new hair style." Johan said as his eyes moved up to where a brother's eyes were supposed to be at.

She grinned, and then said. "Thanks Johan. I needed a change." As she used her free hand to tease a few curved locks behind her ear and smiled sensually.

"Well, it's a very nice change." Johan complimented.

"Thank you. You don't look too bad yourself." She complimented back skimming her eyes over his biceps and then to his broad shoulders.

"Being too formal, Are we not?" He chuckled.

They avoided looking at each other as the waitress brought them a bottle of wine and took their order for the main course.

Over the dinner, brother and sister talked about work, friends and other day to day stuff and told each other how they were doing financially. Johan learned that being a single occupant of a three bedroom house, his sister was falling behind a little and might need to move somewhere smaller or find someone to share it with. Johan made her laugh with a few jokes. Every time Grace chuckled, his eyes darted to her swaying chest. In fact, with her boobs peering out from the swinging tank top that she wore, made it practically impossible for him to not to notice. Sister or not, his cock kept convulsing in his pant all the time.

Having shared a bottle of wine, she had loosened up a lot and was now enjoying the male attention she had ached for, for a long time. Grace didn't confess openly, but she unmistakably loved her brother gawking at her. It felt natural.

Ostentatiously, she thrust up her tits a few times just to watch her brother's eyes pierce them lusciously.

"God, Johan, I haven't ever enjoyed so much in my life. You're the best companion." She acclaimed. "Thank you so much."

"I'm glad that you are enjoying my company." Smiling he said. Placing his hand over hers, he added. "I love you and I'd do anything to make you happy."

She looked at him admiringly and thanked him with her eyes.

"So are you going to put the house to the market?"

"Oh no!" she exclaimed. "I'm going to try to keep the house if I can. It's a pretty big for one woman to take care of, though. I might look for a second job." She sighed.

"Grace, if you need help, you know I'm just a call away." Johan assured her.

Johan's words made her feel more confident than she felt at any point of time in her life. But asking her brother to help her financially was the last thing on her mind. She knew for a fact that if needed, he would gladly help her. "Yeah, I know, but let's not talk about it now. All I want to do is enjoy this evening with my handsome brother."

Johan grinned and squeezed her hand.

"So... what now?" After a while she dropped her eyes to their joined hands and asked him. Johan's thumb rubbing on the back of her hand felt so soft and smooth that it was provoking her sexually.

"How about a club?" He suggested reluctantly, knowing well that Grace didn't like clubbing much.

"Sounds great. Let's go." She stood up and pulled Johan to his feet and led him towards the door. The alcohol buzz and Johan's touch had made her a bit raunchy. With a broad smile on her lips, she walked to the door with a seductive swagger in her step. She had been pushing her cans at her brother's face all night long and now the booty. Jonah gulped as he watched his sister's bubble butt sway in front of him.

"Man, this is fucking turning out to be a difficult night," he mumbled. Damn, she must know what she is doing to me. When she reached the front door, she stopped. Turning at her waist, she looked at him over her shoulder and smirked so as to let him know she was aware his eyes were glued to her ass.

At the club, they sat on bar stools and ordered vodka and coke for Grace and beer for Johan. As they waited for their drink, she studied her brother. Grace couldn't remember a time when she ever had been such deliriously happy. An admiring Johan was a wonderful guy. Right from the moment he picked up her from the house to landing at the club, he had made sure that she felt good. Grace couldn't believe that he was the same Johan she had known for years. For a moment, before they entered the club, she had wavered a bit. She couldn't believe she was entering a club with her brother.

Johan noticed her staring at him. "What are you perving at?"

"That how handsome you are." She rather replied coyly.

Johan laughed handing over her drink. "Here, drink before you drop dead."

"You jerk. I can handle my drinks." She elbowed him teasingly.

"Yeah, tell me about it." He grinned. She shot a glare at him, but stayed silent, still flirting him with her knockers. She was aware that the man sitting beside her was her brother and she shouldn't feel aroused, but she did.

At the club, almost every man had their eyes on Grace, making her groan somewhat. Though she was used to men ogling her all the time, the attention she was getting was rather incongruous. She pulled Johan's hand over her shoulders and slid nearer to him, just to show to the rest of the crawlers that she was with a guy.

Johan had a few guys greet him as he had been to this club several times. He therefore didn't need to look around, but rather used his time to watch Grace's delightful face and her bubbling boobs. He thought she was totally adorable. They watched couples dance whilst they enjoyed their drinks.

"Hey, come on! Let's dance!!" Johan said, drawing Grace toward the dance floor. "Hope you're not too drunk to shake your legs a little."

"I'm not. I've learnt my lesson. But that was some good wine and the... vodka." Grace drawled and began to move sensually to the music.

Slowly, rhythmically they started dancing together. Johan, a head taller than her, looked mouth-watering sexy in a pair of jeans and a white button-up shirt. So good-looking, virile and so masculine, a man any woman would wish to have him for themselves. Grace had to make conscious efforts to stop herself from pulling his head down and kissing him in front of all the people in the club, but all she could comfortably do was rub against his hot body.

"I must have consumed more than I thought I had." Grace hummed, knowing she was losing her reserves.

As the music tempo increased, Johan knew he was in trouble when Grace snaked her arms around his neck and started rotating and grinding her hips in rhythm with the music. Her molten and sensual movements reminded him of 'dirty dancing'. It made Johan so aroused that he bit his lip till he tasted blood. Damn! He moved his hands from her back to her hips and rocked back against her, bending his head to kiss her neck. But suddenly the song ended and the DJ started a slow song.

They parted a bit to synchronize their steps and then moved closer again. Grace pulled her hands up wrapping them around his neck while one of Johan's hands circled her back and the other on her juicy bum. A cry of pure, untainted need fled Grace's lips when he pulled her closer and felt Johan's throbbing erection rubbing against her. She was so excited that she might as well have not been wearing a bra at all, her hard, dark nipples were straining against the thin fabric showing her arousal, clearly stabbing his chest.

Her vision blurred. She buried her face in his chest to hide her reddened cheeks. Grace was pretty wet and was worried that she would start dripping into her pants. They kept dancing, holding each other close, reluctant to accept the fact that each of them was turning the opposite partner on.

Johan knew that they needed to get out of there before he lost control, before they cross the line that they both would regret later.

"Grace..."

"Yes, Johan." Grace breathed as she strained to lift her heavy, blue eyes to his, her lips slightly parted. All Johan wanted to do was lean forward and seize those sweet, soft lips with his. He leaned in and heard her breath hitch in her throat, her lips trembling with apparent arousal. Now mere inches from her parted lips, he felt an abrupt stiffness in his chest, a feeling that rapt his throat and had him staring at her with a need to never have her out of his eyesight. But then he saw his vulnerable half-drunk sister and pulled away. He couldn't take advantage of her being so susceptible.

"I can't." He whispered, she grunted in protest, but then sank her head onto his shoulder. He grabbed her hand and pulled her off the floor.

"Fuck." Fuming, she followed him through the crowd and out the club. Still looking visibly disturbed she snapped her hand from his grip and walked hastily to the parking lot. "God, did I hurt my sister?" Hurriedly he followed her and grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to face him, he pinned her to the car.

"Grace..." he cried.

"Johan," she softly called her brother's name.

He waited for more; only she remained silent, watching his face reading the expression while signs of emotional strain rippled across her own face, her lips trembling.

"Yes, Grace?" he prompted. It was important for him to know how far she would let this happen while thinking of herself as his sister. He wanted to kiss her so bad that it hurt.

"Please," she quietly pleaded and looked at him with a desperate glare.

"Please what, Grace?" he politely asked. He needed a clear indication. She could still be under alcohol influence and he really, really didn't want to take advantage of his sister being drunk, no matter how bad he wanted her.

"Could we... could you... please... just a kiss?" Lowering her eyes to his lips, she hesitantly asked.

"If that's what you want. Beautiful." Holding her elbow, he grinned. Grace closed her eyes and nodded.

They stared at each other briefly before Johan pulled her head up and pressed his lips against hers. The tension in Grace's body instantly increased. His grip on her elbow tightened and she placed her hands tentatively on his broad chest. Johan's shaky hands found her narrow waist and pulled his sister closer, pressing his rigid hard-on onto her belly. Grace moaned against his mouth. Johan smiled and pushed his tongue through her parted lips. Grace felt it slide along hers, exploring her mouth with a newborn curiosity. She let her hands slid up his chest and around his neck as they wobble and wavered in each other's arms. It was the kind of a kiss that was worth a life.

After several seconds, Grace broke the kiss. She brought her fingers up to her lips and stared at him. He stayed unmoved, waiting, smiling.

"Wow," she exclaimed.

"Wow, what?" Grinning, he asked.

"Wow, it was... It was..." Grace couldn't help but grin back. "Really good, Johan."

"Just really good?" he scowled. "I was hoping for rather 'fucking inconceivable'."

Grace chuckled abashed. "I wasn't fully into it. I'm too excited."

"Well, do you want to try again?" She nodded shyly.

Johan draped his hands around Grace's neck and jaw, pulling her lips confidently against his. Parting her lips forcefully he slipped his tongue in her mouth, her responding with the same power. She wrapped her hands around his bicep and moved her body closer to his.

The wind blew gently around them, brushing their glowing cheeks. Grace let her leg rub against Johan's, feeling her smooth toes skid against his macho muscle. Johan dropped his hand from her face to her hips, again pulling her further against him. She wrapped her legs around his butt, feeling all sense of sibling fly out the window as their kiss deepened.

Johan not sure how far he could go, he kept his hands to himself for the most part, only permitting them to squeeze her ass sporadically. She desperately wanted to pull his hands to her aching breasts, but she knew that that would obviously be way too much, way too soon. She didn't even know how he would feel about this kiss in the morning.