A Place for Grace Ch. 02

I pushed the robe up to her lower back so that her smooth ass cheeks, as smooth as the green satin that separated them, were exposed to me. I ran my hands over her cheeks and down the backs of her thighs and up her hips. She sighed and moaned quietly at my touch and I tried my best to ignore the slightly painful cotton prison that housed my bulging erection.

"Would you be too offended if I didn't take my time?"

"That depends on if you are in a mood to give me a second chance."

"And a third and a fourth if you want it."

She laughed a little and fell forward before rolling onto her back. She touched her mound and said, "I don't know if I have the energy for that much." She pouted, sticking her lip out and, her voice small, added, "Besides, I don't want to be sore for tomorrow."

"Two it is," I answered with a smile, crawling over her. I kissed her and her tongue immediately sought my own. She wrapped me in her arms and legs and I supported myself on one elbow while I cupped her ass and ran my fingers along her crack.

"Make love to me the old fashioned way first," she whispered into my mouth before gliding her lips across my cheek and pulling at my earlobe with her tongue. "Afterward, I want you to bury yourself in my backdoor until I'm completely full." She licked the rim of my ear, bringing a shudder from me before we again locked in a kiss.

"Do you realize I've never been on top of you like this?"

"Mm-hmm, I know. I like it. I feel so small in your strong hands."

As we continued kissing, I cupped her breast and slid the strap of her bra off her shoulder. As her breast became exposed, I kissed it and worked my way around her nipple. Grace rolled over a little and reached back to unclasp her bra, allowing me to pull it free before she settled onto her back again. As I continued to kiss and suck on her breasts, she moaned and sighed, encouraging me as she grasped my head. I loved the scent, the feel, the taste of her skin.

"Touch my pussy," she whispered. I reached into her panties and felt her lips, soft and practically dripping. With only minimal effort, my middle and ring fingers entered her, causing her to whimper. I continued to suck and nibble on her breasts and her hips thrust against my hand. In a matter of only about a minute, she was already coming on my fingers, her hips thrusting against me. "Wow," she breathed, running her fingers through her hair.

I sucked my fingers clean and began to move down to eat her. "That's going to have to wait," she said, sliding her panties down her legs. "Right now I need to feel you in me."

"Eager?" I asked, smirking at her.

"Very. Come on." She watched me quickly undress and I noticed that her eyes roamed my body as she stroked her wet lips and pinched at her nipples. That was doing nothing to soften my erection. Here lay my sister, her thighs open, pussy dripping her arousal, nipples pointed at the ceiling, and she was waiting for me to make love to her.

As I slid my underwear down, my erection sprung free and Grace smiled at it. It bobbed a little as I climbed up on the bed and crawled over her. Looking me in the eye, she gripped it lightly and stroked, calling me beautiful. I supported myself on my good arm and moved forward over her as she guided me to her entrance. The look on her face as I entered her slowly, was enchanting. Her eyes began to close, her eyebrows arched lightly, and her mouth puckered just a little. God, she was beautiful. She breathed out slowly, a hint of a moan.

I had no idea what my own face looked like, but all I felt was love and pleasure at that moment. I bottomed out, my groin resting against her, completely enveloped in her warmth. "Grace," I moaned quietly.

"I missed you, Pres," she whispered. I could only nod in agreement. She pulled me into a kiss and I withdrew my hips before returning to her depths. We made love with gentleness and passion. My mouth traveled over her upper body as my hips steadily drove forward before withdrawing, again and again. Grace's hands traced the contours of my chest and stomach, sometimes reaching under us to graze at my balls with her nails and sometimes to scratch at my pubic hair or to glide her fingers across my dripping cock. The pleasure was becoming unbearable, apparently for her, too. I tried to keep a steady rhythm while my sister circled her clit rapidly. Her breathing picked up and without a word, she let me know with her thrusting hips and open mouth, that she was about to come. Her mouth open in a silent scream, she gripped me around my shaft with her spasmodic pussy. Just as silent, only my breath being forced from my mouth, I unloaded into her. My cockhead tingled, my shaft burned, my thighs trembled, and my seed ejected. Like liquid fire, my semen erupted filling Grace with my release.

I didn't quite collapse onto her, but supporting myself on my elbows to hold up most of my weight, I settled onto her body. She held me close and caressed my back and shoulders. It was nice to be held. It was nice to be with Grace again like this. After a hectic work schedule and the new stresses of learning the management responsibilities, and after working to continue to rehab my shoulder, I liked resting in Grace's arms. I never wanted to leave. "I love you, Grace," I whispered, my cheek against her ear.

"I know," she said quietly. "And I love you, too." I pulled out and rolled over onto my back. She followed, draping her leg over my hip and lay her head on my chest. She stroked my ribs idly as her arm lay over my stomach. After a minute she said, "You want some cheesecake?"

"Sure," I said, starting to sit up.

"No." She placed her hand on my chest. "You stay. I'll get it." I smiled and nodded.

I watched her naked body move across the room and out the door. I could smell sex in her room and I loved it. I loved that every time I walked into that room after we had been together, it smelled of her arousal. When I would leave for a few days or a couple of weeks before I came back for a weekend, her room would smell of vanilla or lavender or cinnamon, depending on the candles she had chosen. By the time we had made love that first night, the smell of our union settled into the sheets and atmosphere, unable to be completely covered by any of her air fresheners.

I listened to Grace working in the kitchen around the corner. I heard the refrigerator open and close a few times, the microwave run briefly before beeping, the squeak of a cork and the clank of a wine bottle touching a wine glass. She hummed quietly, a song I knew but couldn't quite place. I wanted to see her again and I didn't want to wait until she came back. Besides, I told myself, she might need a hand carrying everything.

I slid out of bed and walked out toward the kitchen. There she was, in profile. She looked happy and domestic. I had seen that look on a couple of girlfriends before. They said it made them feel feminine somehow, to serve their lover. It wasn't a sexist comment; it really wasn't. Much like, I assumed, it made me feel like more of a man when I could serve the woman I was with. I watched my parents happily serve each other out of love: little things like a refill on a drink or giving the other one the bigger piece of cake or the last of the soda. They both said that the secret to their happy marriage was that they always tried to outserve the other person. My father had no problem taking out the trash or vacuuming the house, not because he liked doing it, but because it would be less for his wife to do. They both made efforts to run errands that would simply be a pain for the other spouse to do. I guess it sank in because I understood more as I got older and now I was seeing the same with Grace.

"Need a hand?" I asked, stepping toward her.

"I told you to stay," she said, drizzling strawberry glaze over a narrow slice of cheesecake. "I wanted to bring it to you. I didn't want you to have to get up."

"Tell you what, you can carry mine and I'll carry yours." I kissed her cheek and placed my hand on the small of her back.

"I can handle that," she smiled, looking up at me as she put the clear plastic cover on the cheesecake pan. "You go ahead. I need to put some things away. I'll be right in."

She wanted to do more than me, so I picked up her plate and her wine glass and returned to the room before setting them on her nightstand and sliding back into bed. There was that smell again. I inhaled deeply.

"Do you like my candle?" she asked as she entered, apparently catching me.

"I don't smell the candle. I smell you."

"Us." She set my plate on the other nightstand, followed by the wine.

"I'm sorry. Us."

She smiled and picked up her plate as I reached over and picked up mine. We talked and ate the delicious cheesecake she had made. It wasn't long before Grace poked at her cheesecake and looked at her plate nervously.

"What's the matter?" I asked, setting my plate aside.

"Um. . . I've been thinking. I was wondering how you would feel about. . . maybe. . ." She looked up at me, "Moving in with me?"

My heart leapt.

And then sank.

I sighed and shook my head. "I don't know how we can do that."

"I understand," she said, looking dejected.

"Grace," I took her hand. "Look at me." She did. She looked pretty sad. "I would love nothing more than to move in here with you. You don't think I want to come home to your arms every night? To sleep beside you in this bed?"

"You do?"

"Of course." I smiled at the absurdity of the thought that she believed I could want anything more. "My only concern is, what would we tell people? This is a one-bedroom apartment and you don't need my help financially. Both of us have full-time jobs and have no problem paying for our own places. You got this place for the primary reason of having your own space to come and be alone, and since you've had it, you've spent a lot of time taking care of me. It's one thing for people to know we're close and for me to come over here a lot, but to move in with you would look kind of strange, wouldn't it?"

"Maybe," she shrugged. "I guess you're right. I just thought maybe we could be together, you know, like a real couple."

"God, I want nothing more, Grace. I've thought about it a lot, and—"

"You have?" Her eyes lit up.

"Yeah," I laughed. "I hate leaving here. But like I was saying, I can't come up with a good reason that we could tell others as to why I would need to. And as far as being a real couple, you know we can't be a 'real couple' because you're my sister." She nodded sadly. "And second, lots of couples have separate living spaces, so the fact that we wouldn't be living together doesn't mean that we're not in love."

"In love?" she asked, her eyes lighting up.

I shrugged. "Does that surprise you?"

"It just seems weird to hear from my brother," she giggled.

"Says my sister after having sex with me." I smiled as I said it.

"I guess we can think about it a little, huh?"

"Sure we can. I'm not going anywhere."

"Me, neither." She smiled and took the last bite of her cheesecake. She pulled the fork through her moist pink lips and set her plate on the nightstand. "Now that we've got that out of the way, I believe we had plans for the evening."

I put my plate on my nightstand and leaned into her kiss. My hand rested on her breast, my other arm wrapped around her back as our tongues danced together. I ran my hand down her side, over her hip and around front to her clit. She gasped into my mouth.

"I think I promised to get you ready."

"You did," she said, grabbing my wrist and pressing my hand tightly against her pussy as she rotated her hips. I took a nipple in my mouth and she cooed at my efforts. I slid my hand down further, sinking my middle finger into her wet pussy, withdrawing and reburying it a few times to my sister's moans. I pushed further back and she gasped.

"Oh, yeah, touch my ass," she whispered. Her eyes were closed and the pad of my middle finger circled her anus with light pressure. Grace made little noises that let me know she was enjoying this. She had no idea how much I was enjoying it.

"I want to eat your pussy and make you come in my mouth."

"Mmmm," she whined. "I love that."

"While I do eat you, I'm going to finger your cunt."

"Oooh!"

"Before I stick a slick finger into your ass while I make you come on my tongue again."

"Oh, yeah!"

"And then I'm going to get you ready for my cock by licking and fingering your asshole."

"Oh, fuck, Pres!" Her hips thrust against her own hand on her pussy while my finger continued to press lightly against her ass.

"Would you like that?"

She nodded frantically, her eyes pinched shut.

"That's not good enough. Tell me what you want me to do."

"I want you to eat my pussy and ass. Stick your fingers in me. Get me ready for that hard cock."

"Look at me."

She opened her eyes and looked into mine with a look of pleading desire.

"I've wanted to fuck your ass for a long time. You have no idea how perfect it is." Her eyes grew wide for a moment, her brow furrowed, and she whimpered as my middle finger, slick with her flow, pressed into her until my whole finger was buried. "This ass is going to feel so good around my dick." She nodded as she bit her bottom lip.

Grace sighed as I kissed her jaw, then her neck below her ear, and withdrew my finger before pushing her thighs apart while she rolled flat onto her back. I kissed her breasts, sucking and nibbling at her skin and taking a moment to enjoy each nipple. My sister cupped her breasts and pushed them together. I sucked both nipples into my mouth as she pressed her tits together so that her nipples touched.

"Mmm, yeah. So good." She ran her hand through my hair as she looked down at me.

God, she was amazing! I gave one final pull on each nipple, and then kissed my way down her stomach and mound. I took a swipe at her pussy with my tongue before pulling her labia into my lips, sucking as I pulled back. She inhaled sharply through her teeth and let out an extended sigh. I loved to listen to her noises and to watch her face as I worked her pussy and ass with my tongue and fingers. I pressed my index and middle finger into her as I flicked at her clit with my tongue. When she let me know she was getting close to orgasm I extended my pinky and worked it into her ass at the same time so that she was getting double penetrated with my fingers at the same time my tongue was working her clit and my other hand pulled on her right nipple (which was more sensitive than her left, I had come to discover some time back).

"PRESLEY!" she squealed, climaxing on my tongue, her pussy and ass gripping my fingers in rhythm while her hips thrust in spasm. Her orgasm was not long, but was intense, according to the collapse afterward and the heaving breaths.

I didn't let her rest, however, before quickly and forcefully rolling her onto her stomach, bringing a giggling squeal from her. "What are you gonna do now?" she asked with a sultry voice, stretching like a cat, her arms straight over her head, her legs together, and her hips pushing back into the air just a little.

"I'm going to eat your ass and finger you until you beg me to bury my dick in your asshole."

"Mmmm, is that so?"

"That's so."

"You think you can make me beg?"

"It won't be the first time," I smiled, kissing her on the shoulder blade as I ran my swollen rod along her crack by rolling my hips.

She giggled again and brushed the hair out of her face, eyeing me sideways. "That's true."

"Where's your lube?" I asked, kissing her spine. She nodded at the nightstand. I reached over and opened the top drawer. Moving a velvet bag, which I knew held her dildos and vibrators, I found a bottle of personal lubricant. "You didn't get the numbing kind," I noted.

"Hm-mmm," she mumbled. "I want to be able to feel everything." She reached back and pulled her cheeks apart. "I want to feel your fingers and tongue tickling and penetrating me. I want to be able to feel the head of your big dick forcing its way into me. I want to know what it's like to feel your swollen shaft stretching my asshole." She looked over her shoulder at me. "I want to remember every inch of the first time my brother fucked my ass. And I want you to fill my ass with your cum."

"Dammit, Grace." I looked down at her ass and pussy, both stretched open as her pretty pink fingernails dug into the insides of her cheeks. She giggled and flexed her holes, making them wink at me. I smiled and leaned down to kiss her pucker.

"Oh!" she squealed with a giggle. I laughed a little and did it again. This time I circled it with my tongue after kissing it and Grace moaned quietly. I stuck a finger into her pussy and pressed against the front vaginal wall, stroking in and out smoothly while my tongue circled and flicked at her anal opening. She began to shiver and moan, her hips flinching at my effort. It wasn't long before her lungs forced large puffs of air out through her mouth, blowing the wisps of hair that had fallen over her cheek and nose again.

I withdrew my finger without a word and pressed it gently into her ass, watching it sink as she cooed at the invasion. I continued to press in and withdraw gently as I sat up and reached for the bottle of lubricant. I flipped the cap open with my thumb and poured a small amount right over her anal ring. Immediately my entry and withdrawal became easier and Grace relaxed noticeably.

I stroked her back and ass and whispered. "Time for another finger, okay?" She nodded and I poured a little more lube over the hole and eased my middle finger up against my index finger. Grace tensed up briefly before relaxing again and sighing.

"Mmmm, wow," she said. "If that's just two fingers, I can't imagine what your dick is going to feel like."

"I'll take as long as you need. This doesn't need to hurt."

"Oh, I'm prepared for a little discomfort." Her voice was hoarse and sleepy. "I can't believe how good this feels, though. I think I'm going to like this."

"I hope so." I kissed her shoulder blade again before sitting up and continuing to work. A moment later I noticed that Grace's hips were moving up and back, working against my fingers. It was barely noticeable, but it was definitely there. I moved my other hand between her legs and rubbed her clit with my thumb. She flinched and gasped. Her thrusting became more insistent. I noticed her eyes pinch close and she bit her bottom lip. Her fists gripped the sheets at her sides and she finally froze, gripping my fingers with her ass. Her release dribbled over my thumb and hand, a warm trickle that squeezed from her pussy.

I never stopped moving, but Grace tried to push herself farther onto my fingers again. If she was willing, so was I. She quickly hit a second orgasm and a couple of minutes later, a third. By this time my dick was dripping onto the back of her thigh and it was all I could do not to mount her and drill her into the mattress. She interrupted my thoughts.

"More," she demanded.

"Another finger?"

"No. Dick. Put your dick in me. Fuck my pussy until I come all over you." Grace had an obvious hunger in her eyes when she glared at me, almost daring me to turn her down.

She quickly pulled her knees under her, causing her ass to stick up into the air while her head and chest remained on the mattress. I had no problem pressing into her. She was dripping wet and raring to go. I grabbed her hips and started fucking her hard. Long, smooth strokes, but aggressive nonetheless.

"I didn't say to take your fingers out of my ass! Put 'em back while you fuck me!" Not one to argue, I did as she asked and soon I could feel the head and top of my dick pressing against my own fingers through a thin membrane. Holy shit, that was hot. I'd never done this before. I had teased my girlfriend's asshole before during sex and had rimmed her, but had never buried a finger beyond the nail, and definitely not while I was driving into her. "Damn, that's good," she whined, pushing against me.