A Place for Grace

I shamelessly looked down to see her beautiful pink opened before me. Her tuft of dark brown hair pointed directly to her clitoral hood and her pink labia were full and opened and wet. I felt her hand on my cock again and looked down at it. She squeezed and pulled to the tip, forcing a drop of pre-cum from the head before she smeared it over the swollen purple knob. I grunted at the shock of her thumb bumping over the sensitive underside of my head. "Damn, Grace, you've done this before."

She giggled with a shy nod, "Once or twice." Her breath caught again when my fingers slid along her labia. "Mmm, I'm not the only one." She closed her eyes and ground her hips, causing her dripping pussy to slide along my fingers. I pushed my two middle fingers into her and she cursed. "Fuuuuuck. What are you doing to me?"

I smiled. Not only was my sister smart and beautiful. She was sexy as fuck when she was turned on. She was sexually responsive, even aggressive, asking for what she wanted, and then chasing it with her body. My fingers were dripping with her sex. Her smell was everywhere. Grace's hand stopped moving, but her hips didn't. She cursed again and froze with her back arched, her head pressed into the pillow. Her whole body was tense and her insides gripped my wiggling fingers. She finally let out some whimpering breaths as she twitched on the bed, her pussy gripping me in a pulsing rhythm, three. . . four. . . five. . . six times. She finally settled onto the bed and tried again to catch her breath. "I'm going to sleep well tonight," she laughed.

"Oh," I said, hiding my disappointment. "Are we done, then?"

"Not even close," she said with a laugh. She sat up as she pushed on my chest. "I hope you don't mind," she said, turning away from me.

Hell, no, I thought, she's not!

She did. Careful not to hit my injured shoulder, she straddled my head. Her full, soft ass was just above me, soft thighs on either side of my head. The smell of her arousal was right there and her soft lips hung down a little and grazed my own lips. My sister's balloon knot winked at me from only inches away. I shouldn't have been surprised when she took me into her mouth, but I was anyway. Needless to say it felt amazing. Her heavy breasts rested on my ribs and I reached around to grip her perfect ass.

She moaned around me and I swiped at her pussy with my tongue. She moaned again.

I had no idea what she was doing to me, but my ability to hold out had been exhausted. "Grace," I grunted. "I'm about to come."

"Mm mmm," she said, lifting up and squeezing the base. "Not until I'm ready."

"Come on, Grace."

"Let me ask you a question. Can you go twice?"

"Sometimes."

"That's not good enough. I don't want to risk your only one. So, do you think you can go twice right now?"

"Probably."

"Probably?" she laughed.

"Well, yeah."

"Do you think I should try for two, or do you think I should get you worked up for one great big load?" She licked her lips with a smile when she asked, looking over her shoulder.

"All I know is, I need to come."

She looked like she was thinking it over for a moment and then said, "Okay. I'll let you come. But now the question is, where do you want it?"

I didn't want to turn her off with some "weird" request (according to an ex) such as on her breasts or her face. I also didn't want to make her take it in her mouth if she didn't want that.

"Surprise me," I said with a smile.

"Oooh, you want to see what I'll do. Okay," she said, turning around. "But don't think I wouldn't do more." She settled between my legs and began working me over with her mouth again. Her hands were busy stroking in time with her mouth while her other hand cupped and rolled my balls.

"Oh, my god, Grace. I'm close already."

"Mmm," she smiled around my girth, looking up at me as she bobbed slowly. She reached back between her legs and stroked herself a few times, closing her eyes, before reaching for my balls again. Imagine my surprise when she pushed a lubricated finger up into my ass, burying it. No one had ever done this to me before and I couldn't believe how it felt!

"FUUuuuu. . ." I cried, my breath cut short by the burning ecstasy that invaded every part of me. My orgasm was so powerful that I felt totally out of control. My hips thrust on their own and all sound and sight was blocked out. All I knew was the pleasure of my release. When I finally regained my senses, Grace was gently sucking me clean, her hand running along my stomach and up to my chest as she supported herself on her other elbow.

"Welcome back," she said with a smile before kissing my shaft again.

I just shook my head as I stared at the ceiling, which was fading back to a natural yellowish white, due to the bulb and lamp shade. It had been bright white and then deep black as I lost myself. That had never, ever happened to me. I didn't move or say anything, but finally looked down my chest to see Grace, still naked and still smiling, kneeling between my legs. My erection was gone. I gathered the energy to smile at my sister and she giggled as she climbed up and settled in next to me, her arm and leg draped over my body. I kissed the top of her head and couldn't help but laugh.

After a couple of minutes, she asked, "You want some wine?"

"Wine would be great," I said.

She reached up and kissed my cheek before pushing herself up. As she climbed out of bed, I watched her naked form walk away, her ass swaying and bouncing as she walked out. As soon as she reached the door, without stopping and without turning around, she called out, "Stop looking at my ass."

I couldn't help but laugh at being busted. I struggled to push myself up into a sitting position and leaning against the headboard. I placed a pillow under my arm, sending a short twinge of pain through my shoulder, but once I rested my arm back on the pillow, it went away. Since I didn't have my sling in bed with me, this would have to do.

Grace rounded the corner, turning off the hall light and bringing us both glasses of white wine. I don't know the specific kind because I don't know wines. "I know you prefer reds," she smiled, "But this is less likely to stain my sheets if we spill." She handed me one glass as she knee walked onto the mattress and settled onto her hip.

"This is fine," I said. "Thank you. Besides, the wine will taste better just because of the company."

She laughed. "You can relax. I already said I wasn't done yet."

We talked for a few more minutes, Grace settling in beside me. Her foot would caress my leg or her hand graze my thigh. Obviously this began to work on me. She was beautiful, naked, smelled great, was pressed against me, rubbing on me, and had already made me come twice today. I was surprisingly comfortable with us, all things considered.

She noticed the effect she was having on me and, our wine glasses long empty, kissed me on the neck. "Do you smell that?" she whispered.

I wasn't sure what she was talking about, but I did smell something. "Mm."

"That's me getting ready for you."

"I thought it smelled familiar," I smiled as she continued to kiss my neck. I placed her hand on my shaft. "And this is me getting ready for you."

She stopped kissing my neck and looked down to watch her hand slide along my shaft. "I guess that second load is a real possibility, then?"

"It looks like it."

I looked down at her and she turned her face to look at me. She really was beautiful. There was definite love there. I kissed her and she returned it without hesitation. This kiss was gentle, loving, yet definitely sexual. As we kissed, she stroked down along my balls, bringing a moan from me. She smiled against my lips and sucked on my tongue. "You like that?" I just nodded as we kissed. Grace cupped my balls and ran her thumb firmly along my sac as she held me, pulling gently. My breath caught again. I bet you can last a little while this time, huh?"

"I'm sure I can."

She turned around and pulled some lubricant out of her nightstand drawer. She scooted back on the middle of the bed and poured some in her hands before pouring a little on my dick and smearing it with her hand. Of course, it felt amazing. She soon stopped, and poured some over her chest, looking me in the eye. I'm sure my mouth was agape as I watched the clear oil drizzle onto her chest and roll down the mounds before she dropped the bottle on the bed and caressed her own breasts. Her eyes closed in ecstasy and she puckered her lips as she ran her hands all over herself, stopping a few times to pinch or pull on her taut pink nipples. She would sigh or moan as she worked and I was as hard as steel.

She even ran her hands down her stomach and stroked her pussy briefly before lying back on the bed, her legs together. She pressed her tits together and smiled, saying, "Okay, saddle up, cowboy."

"Shit, Grace, are you serious?"

She giggled and shook her tits. "Oh, come on, don't tell me you don't love a good titfuck."

"Oh, I do," I laughed as I raised up onto my knees. "I just didn't know that I was going to have this opportunity tonight. I need to injure myself more often."

"Don't you dare!" she laughed. I laughed with her as I knee walked, straddling her legs up to her hips and over her stomach. I braced myself on the footboard of the bed. She shook her head as she looked at my iron rod bobbing above her, pulsing in time with my heartbeat. "That is one gorgeous piece of meat," she said, shaking her head. I flexed it, making it swell, and held it for a few seconds. A drip of pre-cum rolled over the end of the head and we both watched it disconnect and fall to land on the inside of her right breast. She shuddered when it landed. "Come on, Pres," she breathed, catching each nipple between her index and middle finger of each hand. "Let me have it."

"I can't let go of the footboard," I said quietly, "Or I might fall." I smiled gently. "You're going to have to do it."

She smiled and let go of one breast, wrapping her fingers around my shaft and pulling me down and forward. It didn't take any effort on her part; we both knew it was part of the game. When my balls were resting on her chest, my head pointing up toward her chin, she again pressed her tits together, capturing my shaft in an oily embrace. Her fingers crossed over each other, ensuring that my shaft would stay buried between her fleshy mounds. "Go ahead," she moaned. "Fuck my tits."

I groaned at her words and I really hoped she wouldn't be mad at me for making finger indentations in the hardwood of her new bed's footboard. I pulled back, feeling the warm, soft flesh caressing me before I pushed forward again until I bumped her hands with my groin. I looked down at our joining and also at Grace as she watched the swollen purple head of my cock glide through her cleavage.

She dropped her head back to the mattress and we looked each other in the eye as I smoothly drove my hips forward and back. She was constantly readjusting herself as she oil on her hands and breasts made it impossible to maintain a steady friction. Sometimes I would watch her press her breasts together and pinch her own nipples. Her facial expressions were so incredibly sexy as she got herself off while also helping me to move toward a climax.

Dammit! I thought. She's trying to work me toward another orgasm and I'm not doing anything to help her get off. I let go of the headboard and sat up straighter. Grace apparently felt my weight shift and opened her eyes. She quickly shut them again, moaning as I reached behind me to stroke her clitoris. "Oooooh, right there," she groaned. "Put a couple of fingers in me," she breathed. I did and she thrust against my hand. She was slowly grinding herself against my fingers and I took this to mean that this was the pace she wanted, so I followed suit. I was not quite as coordinated as Grace, so my hips stopped moving as smoothly while I focused on her pleasure.

"Keep going," she said. I looked down at her face. She tucked my cock back between her breasts and held it there. "Let me work on my own pleasure." I nodded and held my fingers inside her as she rotated her hips and I began thrusting again. She never took her eyes off of mine when she lifted her head and opened her mouth, her tongue extended like an exit ramp from her cleavage. I groaned and pushed forward. My dick slid through her cleavage and up her tongue, bumping her lips before I retreated, only to repeat it again and again and again. After several times in this cycle, she dropped her head back again and shuddered. Her pussy gripped my fingers and I felt a warmth wash over them and into my palm. She watched as I sucked my fingers clean, before making an "Mmm" sound to indicate how delicious I thought she was.

"Sit back again," she said. She helped support me as I moved back and she sat up. She stuffed all the pillows behind my back and pushed gently on my chest. I settled into the pillows against the headboard and my sister straddled my waist quickly. She grabbed the headboard behind me, her slick tits dangling right in front of me. I immediately captured one in my mouth and nibbled and sucked. I felt Grace settle onto my lap, her lips pressing on the underside of my cock, holding it against me. I alternated between sucking on her right and left nipple while my hand gripped her ass and squeezed. She used me to get herself of with two more orgasms.

Honestly, I don't know how I held out as long as I had. Everything about this was exciting. The only thing I could figure was all the orgasms she had given me already. I lifted my head up and she immediately bent down to kiss me, still grinding on my cock. She turned her head and whispered in my ear as her strokes became longer, gliding all the way up to my cockhead. "I want you inside me," she whined.

I groaned at the thought, squeezing her ass tightly. "Ungh," I grunted, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sliding my pussy along your dick," she smiled. "How much clearer can I be?"

I pulled her all the way forward and flexed my cock, making it stand out from my stomach. She pushed back and was surprised to feel me bumping at her entrance rather than sliding along her lips. She smiled as she pushed back. Her cunt was a hot embrace. She sighed in my ear as I invaded her.

"So thick," she whined. "So good."

"How can your pussy be this tight?" I asked through gritted teeth. "You're incredible."

She kissed me and our tongues lashed at each other as I squeezed her ass while she rode me. She pressed her nipple against my mouth again and I inhaled it with pleasure. She picked up the pace and rode me faster with longer strokes. Occasionally I would feel a flood wash over my groin and hips, but she would keep going. She reached back and pulled my hand to the center, pressing my middle finger against her rosebud. I circled it with my fingertip as she groaned in pleasure.

Her nipples were dancing in circles in front of me as she bounced. She was mostly quiet, mostly panting and occasionally grunting. Sometimes she would curse. "Pres, put your finger in me," she whined quickly, her head thrown back. Make me come!" Her ass was slick from her orgasms and I had no problem pushing my finger in to almost the second knuckle. Her ass and pussy gripped me, pulsing as she squealed through her release. "I'm coming!"

After a couple of seconds, she started moving again. "Leave your finger in there. I like it." She giggled as she said, "When you heal up, you can come back and fuck my fat ass."

"What?!" That did it. "Fuck! I'm coming!"

"Not in me!" She cried, jumping off and taking me into her mouth. "I wanted to taste myself on your cock. Now fuck my face and come on it!" She shoved her mouth down and I did my best to thrust my hips up into her mouth. Only a few seconds later I warned her.

"Here it is!" She pulled her head back and looked me in the eye as she opened her mouth and extended her tongue, her eyes betraying a smile. The first blast of fire spurted onto her tongue, but the next three were more powerful, streaking her cheek and nose, up her forehead and hair, even arching over her head, landing on her back and ass. The last couple landed on her lip and tongue and when I was just dribbling out, she engulfed me in her mouth and moaned as she sucked me clean. She swallowed everything she sucked out.

"Well, I guess my bed is officially broken in," she laughed, still gripping my deflating cock.

I joined her in laughing. "I guess so."

"And," she said, sitting up, "I'll know if my mattress pad is worth what I paid for it."

"Is it okay if I start calling you 'Puddles'?"

"No!" she laughed, slapping my arm. She slid off the bed and told me to scoot over to my side.

"Oh I have a 'side' now, do I?"

"Only if you want to keep visiting your sister," she smiled as she slid a pillowcase over a folded bath towel.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I don't want to sleep in a wet spot and terry cloth is uncomfortable to sleep on. This is a trick I came up with so I could wait until morning to do the laundry and still sleep in a dry bed." She lay the pillowcase-enfolded towel on the large wet spot she/we had made, put the lube away, and went to the bathroom. She returned with a warm wet washcloth so I could clean up. I heard the bath water running and when Grace returned a few minutes later, her hair was wet. "Someone got cum in my hair, so I had to wash it out." I laughed with her and we soon settled in for a deep sleep.

******

The room was still dark when I woke up, but there was enough sunlight to see clearly. The white blinds were surrounded by a bluish-gray outline of sunlight on the window frames and I noticed my gorgeous sister curled up, facing away from me. My dick was like a flagpole and I rolled over onto my good shoulder to curl in behind her. I poked her in the butt with my erection and she muttered something, only half awake. I snickered and did it again.

"If you want to keep that thing, you'd better tuck it in."

"Still grouchy in the morning, I see?"

"Fuck you," she mumbled into her pillow.

"Sounds good to me." I poked her again.

She giggled into her pillow and stuck her ass back. I touched my dick to her rosebud and pushed. She pulled away, snickering again. "Not yet." She turned toward me a little bit and with a gleam in her eye, she said, "When we get to that point, I want you to be able to really give it to me."

I groaned at the thought of drilling into her, whatever hole it was. She laughed and wiggled her hips a little before sitting up. "I need to take a shower. It's getting late, and mom wants us there at 10, you know."

"I know." I pushed myself to a sitting position and could feel my shoulder this morning. It was more of a throbbing pain now, instead of some of the sharper jolts that hit me yesterday. "I'm about ready for some meds, too," I said.

"Okay. Do you think you'll be able to shower with me this morning or do I need to do another bath."

"Well, since the awkwardness will be gone, I'm willing to try and shower."

"Before you come back, I'll get a slip mat for the tub. In the meantime, I guess you'll have to hold onto my wet, soapy, naked body."

I rolled my eyes and sighed, "I guess."

Grace shook her head and left the room. She turned on the shower and returned a minute later with my pills and a glass of water. I took the pills and followed her into the shower. With Grace there to support me, I was able to hold myself up with the towel rack as she supported my weight and soaped me up. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to soap her up, but I still enjoyed the show.

******

"My baby!," mom squealed, having come out to meet us as we walked up the stairs to the front porch. Grace had decided to have some fun with her and not only had me wear my sling, but also put a gauze pad over my eye and wrapped a bandage around my head. "You said it was just his shoulder!"