A Place for Grace

"What?" I hadn't realized I had said it out loud.

"Why do you say he's an idiot?"

Shit. I had really stepped into it this time. I took a breath and gathered my courage. "Because you really are a good catch. You're smart, compassionate, and beautiful. And in my experience, you're fiercely loyal."

"Aren't you sweet?" she asked, turning around halfway to face me. I couldn't help but look down and catch sight of her bright pink nipple, which capped a well-rounded left breast. "You're quite the charmer when I'm naked in the tub with you," she smirked.

"I didn't mean—"

"I'm kidding," she laughed, smacking my knee lightly. "Now, be a good boy and wash my back." She turned back around and leaned a little forward. I looked down and saw the very top of the crack of her ass. My dick was sticking up to the left so I could see her crack, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to. She pressed back against me with her hips and giggled when she pushed against my erection.

"Sorry," I mumbled as I ran the loofa over her shoulders. She sighed with contentment, reminiscent of a purring cat, when I rubbed her shoulders and back.

"Mmm, that's nice," she sighed. It shouldn't have sounded sexy, but it did. I always think a woman sounds sexy when she is displaying relaxed pleasure. A moan, a coo, a whimper, a sigh; all of it revs my engine a little.

Without another word I ran the sponge over her shoulders and down her arms, up her neck and down her spine. As I approached her butt, she said, "Thank you," and reached over her shoulder for the sponge. "I can get the rest." I resigned the soft, lathered mesh to her hand and watched her arm move as she cleaned up her front and legs. I tried not to imagine her soapy breasts. I really did. It wasn't long before she helped me lift my right leg and soaped it gently up past my knee before repeating it with the left leg.

"Okay," she breathed, turning her head toward me. "I apologize but I'm about to get really inappropriate." I made it a point to grab the side of the tub to brace myself as I had done before and Grace smoothly stood up and turned around. Before she could settle back in front of me, this time facing me, I took a mental video of the clear bath water's gloss on her skin, her breasts dripping, and her thin strip of dark brown pubic hair curled with drops of water dripping. Her lips peeked through, bright pink like her nipples.

She quickly settled back in, her knees together, and she extended her legs a little so that her lower shins pressed against the backs of my knees. This kept me from sliding forward. It also kept me spread before her and I was unfortunately about eighty percent erect. Grace didn't even look at my face when she said, "Lift." She gently cupped my ass cheek and I lifted out of the water so that she could run the soapy sponge over my sac and shaft and pubis and lower stomach. She released me and I quickly sat back down, the water washing the suds away in a cloud of white.

My sister soaped my knees and thighs and I noticed that her nipples were twisted up into hard little knots. She ran both soapy hands along my thighs and up to my stomach. Her knees drifted open and I could see her beautiful labia through the water. She glanced up at my face before quickly looking back down. I was surprised when she suddenly slid her hands down to cup my balls with one hand and to grip my shaft with the other.

"Grace," I groaned.

"Sshhh," she whispered, gently playing with me. I knew I should have stopped her, but I didn't. If it had been any woman but my sister, there would have been no objection in the first place. I was as hard as a rock and Grace's hands glided gently over every inch of my head and shaft and balls.

I took a chance and reached forward to run my fingers over her left breast. She looked down and closed her eyes as she bit her bottom lip. I cupped her heavy breast and ran my hand to her other one. Her hand on me never stopped, never changed. I rolled her nipple between my finger and she gasped with a furrowed brow. She watched my fingers work her over, then looked back at her own hands on my cock and balls and finally looked me in the eye.

I was surprised that I did not see any shame there. Even more surprising, I did not feel any shame. We were both hurting, both broken. Our relationship had never been even remotely sexual. While we had each told the other on special occasions that they looked nice (prom, weddings, family pictures, etc), I had never thought of Grace as hot or sexy, and I had assumed the same from her. Right now, however, and maybe it was the flood of hormones, she was not just pretty; she was sexy.

I could feel my orgasm build at both her touch and at the thought that it was my sister that was touching me. "Grace," I warned through short breaths.

"Go on," she whispered. "Don't hold back."

"Grace!" Here it was. My anus sucked in as my muscles pumped my seed up my shaft. My heated seed blasted forward, the first stream weak. I tried to watch, to see my sister's horror at watching her brother come. Her doubt and revulsion would no doubt be evident. Here she was trying to help me, and I had turned it into something shameful. But I was apparently wrong. She continued to pump my shaft, even as my cum spattered my stomach, her arms and legs, and coagulated in the lavender water in her brand new tub.

"Wow," she breathed, reaching up to pinch her own nipple as she looked at the concoction on her hand and arm.

"I'm sorry, Grace," I panted, trying to catch my breath. "I shouldn't have done that."

She looked from her hand back to me, her brow wrinkled in confusion, before she eased into a smile. "Pres, you don't have to apologize. I'm the one who did it." She suddenly looked worried. "Oh, my god. I'm sorry. I just—"

"Grace," I smiled, reaching for her hand. "It's okay. It was. . . nice."

"Really?" she asked, skeptical.

"No. Not really." Her face fell. "It was a lot more than nice." She looked up at me again. "I don't know where you learned to do that, and I don't want to know, but that was incredible."

"Even though I'm your sister?"

"I don't know. Maybe even a little bit BECAUSE you're my sister. . . Wow. That sounds twisted."

She snickered. "I guess this whole thing is a little off, huh?"

"A little," I laughed.

She dipped her hand in the water and began rinsing it off. I watched her breasts jiggle as she did it and as she cleaned off her thighs. "You missed some," I said, pointing to my stomach. She smiled and ran her hands across the streams and splatters on my stomach. Her gentle touch felt nice. My erection started to return.

"Well, someone's eager."

"I can't help it."

"Well, you're going to have to. I still have to call mom and dad, and make dinner." She started to stand up and this time I watched her without shame. She turned around and I reached up and cupped her ass.

"You've got a great body, Grace," I said as my eyes roamed.

"Brett made comments about me having 'child-bearing hips,' she said, running her hands over her hips.

"And that's a bad thing?" I asked.

"Apparently. His new girlfriend is shaped like a twelve-year-old boy."

"If I was dating someone like you, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off that ass. Damn!"

"Oh, yeah?"

"Definitely!"

"Good to know," she said as she continued to dry off, her back to me. She helped me out of the tub and helped me dry off a little. Soon enough I was in a pair of boxer shorts, and lounging on her sofa after having taken a mild pain reliever. My arm was back in the sling we had picked up at the drug store and I was half-watching an old sitcom on her large flat-screen television as I drifted in and out of sleep. I heard Grace explaining my injury to our mother over the phone and trying to calm her down. She promised that we would come by for our usual Sunday lunch together and mom could see for herself.

I awoke about an hour and a half later to hear Grace making dinner. I could hear and smell the chicken boiling and could hear her shuffling around the kitchen. I looked over and saw her from the back in a tight blue t-shirt and black running shorts. I sat up and shuffled into the kitchen, startling her when I pressed into her back and wrapped my arm around her waist. "Hey."

"Hey. Get some rest?"

"Yeah. This medicine can really knock me out."

"Not all of you," she giggled, pressing back against my erection.

"He just woke up when he saw you in those shorts."

"He'd better be careful," she said, reaching back and squeezing my shaft. "Some things are better left unawakened."

"All right, all right," I said, kissing her on the cheek and backing away. "What can I do to help with dinner?"

"Get out of my kitchen and stay on the couch."

I laughed and held my hand up. "Okay, I get it. I'll stay out of your way."

I walked out and she called behind me, "I'm making chicken alfredo. Is that still your favorite?"

"Yours is."

"Good enough."

Dinner was delicious, as always. Grace has been a good cook for as long as I can remember. She used to make dinner when our parents were working, so that dinner would be ready about the time they got home. Somehow at fourteen years old she was cooking dinners, helping keep the house straight (no small feat with my clutter), and still maintaining her place on the honor roll.

"Man, that was good," I said, pushing my plate away from the edge of the table.

"I'm glad you liked it. Did you save room for dessert?"

"Dessert?! You didn't say anything about dessert! I'll pop if I eat anything else."

"Okay, we can save it for later," she shrugged, twirling pasta around her fork.

"What is it?"

"Strawberry shortcake."

"I'm glad you didn't tell me until after supper or I would have skipped dinner to get it."

"No you wouldn't," she laughed. "When have you ever turned down alfredo?"

"When have I ever turned down strawberry shortcake?"

"Point taken." She winked as she pulled her now-empty fork out between her lips.

Grace insisted I rest some more so she wouldn't let me help with cleaning the kitchen, either. I was beginning to feel useless. She told me to pick a movie on demand and I gave her a few options. We agreed on an action comedy, the kind with mismatched partners, the rookie and the veteran. It was a fun way to take my mind off my shoulder. Grace sat in the overstuffed chair while I stretched out on the couch. By the time the movie was over, it was getting pretty late, especially given the business of the day.

I was in the bathroom when I heard her grunting outside. When I finished brushing my teeth and doing my business I opened the door to see her sliding the mattress onto the box spring we had placed that morning.

"You shouldn't do that by yourself," I said.

"Who's going to help me? You?" She slid the mattress the rest of the way on. "Besides," she said, unfolding the fitted sheet, "I need to put the sheets on so you have someplace to sleep tonight."

"Nope. I'm taking the couch."

"The hell you are!" she turned around and faced me, her hands on her hips. "I'm not letting you sleep on the couch with that shoulder." She pointed to my shoulder as she said it. She turned back around. "If you want to help me get the sheets on the bed, you're welcome to." She slid the pocket of the sheet over one of the bottom corners and I sighed as I walked around the bed. I helped her put the sheets on.

"Well, I'm not letting you stay on the couch either. This bed is plenty big."

"It is, huh?" she asked with a smirk as she shimmied a pillowcase over one of her new pillows.

"I mean. . . you know."

"Uh huh." She rolled her eyes.

"You know what? You'll just have to get over me being on the couch." I grabbed a pillow off the bed and walked back toward the living room.

"Come on, Pres," she laughed. "I was just kidding."

"Nope. I'll be on the couch," I pouted. "I just hope I can still feel my arm in the morning." I moaned loudly as I tried to settle back onto the couch, Grace laughing in her room the whole time.

A few minutes later she walks out smiling. "You're a real shithead, you know that?" she asked, hitting me in the leg with a pillow. "If you promise to stay on your side, I'll let you sleep with me tonight."

"Okay, but you have to promise to keep that fat ass on your side."

"FAT ASS?!" she yelled, hitting my legs and stomach repeatedly with a pillow.

"OW! My shoulder!" I whined, even though she was nowhere near my shoulder. "Okay, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

She laughed and stopped hitting me. "You'd better be."

"Come on," I said, sitting up as she helped. "You know I love your ass."

"Well, try to control yourself."

"No promises." She thought I was joking.

I asked which side was hers and I took the other side of the bed. We talked for a minute about how nice the mattress was and how soft her new sheets felt, Grace expressing the fact that she was glad she paid more for nicer sheets.

"Pres?" she asked, sitting on her side of the bed.

"Yeah?"

"I usually sleep. . . naked. I mean, I won't tonight," she hurriedly corrected, "But I can't sleep in pajamas or clothes or anything. Is it okay if I just wear my underwear?"

My dick twitched at the thought. "Sure, if that's what you want. I usually sleep naked, too, but I'm wearing my boxers." I had already stripped down to them. "Besides," I reminded her, "It's not like we haven't already seen each other."

"No, I know," she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. "I was just saying. . ."

"Whatever you need, Grace."

I watched as she slipped off the t-shirt and running shorts. She had not worn a bra and was now wearing only a pair of very brief cheetah print satin panties.

"Nice panties," I said with a smile.

She smiled shyly and said. "You, too."

"Thanks," I laughed, shaking my head. She turned off her lamp and slid into bed, pulling the sheet and comforter up over us. "Grace?" I whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for taking care of me today. Seriously."

"Of course," she croaked. I could tell she was getting choked up. I reached over and touched whatever was there. It was her bare thigh. She quickly rested her hand on mine and squeezed it. I squeezed her thigh gently. We lay in silence for a while, but I couldn't sleep and I didn't know if Grace had drifted off.

"This is weird," she whispered.

"What is?"

"Sorry. I thought you were asleep."

"No, it's cool. What's weird?"

She took a deep breath and spoke into the darkness. "We haven't lain in bed together in years, probably since middle school. The only time I've shared a bed with a man has been with a boyfriend, or after. . . well, you know."

"Yeah. I've only shared a bed with my girlfriends."

"It's also that. . . well. . . what happened in the tub."

"Yeah," I sighed. "I can't stop thinking about that."

"The problem is that I didn't. . . I mean, you got to. . ." She sighed and said, clearly frustrated, "I'm all worked up, okay? I mean, I need a release here."

"Oh! Listen, I can go out to the living room so you can do. . . what you need to do."

"No, I don't want that. Honestly, I need a man's touch. I haven't been with anyone for a long time, and today in the tub, it turned into more than I had expected. But I don't regret it. If you're willing, I want you to help me."

"Holy shit, Grace, are you serious?"

"Dead serious. You squeezed my breasts already. Do it again while I, well, while I get myself off. Grab my fat ass," she laughed. "Enjoy yourself. I just want you to touch me."

"Is this going to get weird?" I asked, obviously happy to help.

"I have no idea," she snickered. "But I need it bad." She paused. "And I get the feeling you wouldn't mind?"

I had to admit it. "No," I laughed. "I don't mind at all." I slid my hand up her thigh and she giggled. I felt the satin of her panties on her hip and couldn't believe this was happening. I had already developed most of an erection and I was fully hard in a few more seconds.

I sat up next to her and reached over to run my hand along her stomach. She moaned quietly. Her arm bumped my fingers as she pushed her hand into her panties. I ran my fingers down her arm and felt them tucked under the satin. I ran my hand back up her arm and across to her breast, which was confined by her bra. She moaned again as I touched her breast.

"Turn on the light, Grace," I said quietly. "I want to see you."

"Are you sure?" she asked, hinting at her uncertainty.

"Positive," I assured her. "I want to watch you. You're so beautiful."

She sat up and turned on the lamp before giving me a shy smile. She looked down and her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh! I didn't know you were—" She pointed at my groin for emphasis. I looked down and noticed that my erection was sticking straight up through the fly in my boxer shorts.

I smiled. "You do that to me."

She smiled and reached for me. Her hand gripped my shaft lightly. Her fingers were warm and I noticed that her nipples were stiff. I reached out and pinched her nipple lightly, causing her to squeal and to pull her hand back. She immediately smiled and looked down at her chest. "Go ahead. I know you want to." She tapped the front center of her bra and I noticed that it was a front clasp. I reached forward and snapped it open with my thumb and forefinger. Her breasts pushed it away immediately, creating a gap of a couple of inches between the cups. I slid my hand under one strap on her shoulder and pushed it down. She pulled it down the rest of the way, then slid it quickly off the other arm and dropped it on the floor. "That better?"

"Much. I hope you don't mind my saying so, but your tits are gorgeous."

"I'm glad you like them," she laughed, causing them to jiggle just a little bit. She cupped her own tits and pinched the nipples between her fingers, biting her bottom lip and closing her eyes. "God, they're so sensitive," she moaned. I reached up again and covered her hand with mine. She removed her hand and put it back on my erection.

I let go and then moved her hand off my groin and back onto her own. She eyed me coyly and slid her hand up her stomach and then tucked it back into her panties. I gently groped her breast again, alternating between them as she ran her hand in slow circles, quietly moaning and sighing. I scooted closer to her so that our hips were touching and she looked at me expectantly. Without thinking about it I kissed her. She did not hesitate to kiss me back, her tongue accepting my own as we kissed.

I don't know if I had actually gotten harder, but it felt like I was maxed out. Grace was a good kisser, and apparently coordinated, because her hand did not change pace or grip. She continued stroking me with the same pace and pressure, staying away from the head. She knew how to work a dick to keep an orgasm at bay.

I backed away slightly and tilted my head down. Immediately Grace leaned back and thrust her chest up, her nipple quickly being caught in my mouth. "Pres," she whined. "Oh, shit, that's good." Her rubbery nipple was delicious. I loved the feel of it in my mouth, between my lips, rolling under the work of my tongue. I pulled away and she twisted her shoulders to bring her other breast to me. My hand worked her pussy from the outside of her panties while her own hand circled her clit under them. I sucked and nibbled and licked at her nipple while I stroked and rubbed and pressed against her cunt.

Her breathing became frantic. I felt her flinch rapidly, a whimper catching in her throat. Her panties were instantly wetter with another hot dose of her excitement. She pulled her hand out of her panties and with wet fingers, pulled my hand away. She quickly pulled her panties down her legs and dropped them onto the floor. "There," she panted with a smile, licking her upper lip. She lay back on the bed, spreading her knees for me.