Blessed Ch. 11

Grace's large breasts press insistently against Kit's still clothed chest as they embrace tightly. Grace pulls away and smiles impishly. She holds her hand, coated with dripping sperm and other fluids. "You have been saving up, haven't you? And all across my ass and back, too."

Kit reddens. "I couldn't help it, Grace. This is just the sort of thing you do to me."

"Mmmm, then I suppose I shall forgive you just this once," she says playfully before snuggling into him again.

They are just beginning to doze when the carriage comes to a sudden halt. Grace reaches across Kit, pushing her tits up into his face, to part a curtain and look out the window. "We arrived already?" she says. Grace slithers off of Kit's lap and adjusts her clothing to some modicum of modesty. She looks at the mess of Kit's lap, his sodden pubic hair and half-hard cock glistening with coital fluids, and smiles impishly again.

The door bangs open as Grace leaps from the carriage, alighting on the sandy beach. She takes a few dancing steps in her bare feet, digging into the sand with her toes, before completely peeling off her scraps of clothing and tossing them to the ground. She raises her arms in benediction toward the sun overhead, lower now than it was, and laughs heartily, just out of sheer joy. She seems unconcerned with the trails of semen sliding down her inner thighs, or perhaps that is part of her joyful mood.

Kit scrambles to his feet inside the carriage and begins to shed clothing as well. He alights from the carriage, scabbarded sword in hand, as Grace begins to walk down the sloping beach toward the waves lapping at the shore. She puts some extra swing into her hips and Kit admires the way her plush, gorgeous ass flexes with each step.

He looks up as the two servants begin to unload the luggage from the top of the carriage. They seem nonplussed by his nudity, although the shorter one does give Kit a second look, and he decides not to be embarrassed himself. The whole mansion, if not the whole island at this point, knows he is fucking his relatives. For them it may just be the eccentricity of the aristocratic class, but if the tale reaches beyond Kaido's shores, there could be more substantial repercussions. If the children Kit begets on his mother and sisters prove to be Blessed, his mother's plan may end up saving the Empire. Even one or two such progeny would be a boon, enough to make up for the violation of taboos.

But that is for the future. Right now, Kit is with the woman he adores above all others. They are naked under the sun and by the sea, and they have no responsibilities beyond enjoying one another's company and bodies.

He strides purposely towards the water, following the trail of Grace's footsteps in the sand. He plants the scabbard of his sword in the ground, just a few feet from the shore, unwilling to abandon it entirely after recent events.

Grace stands at the water's edge, letting the cool, brilliantly blue water lap at her ankles. She looks at him and smiles as he stands next to her. She reaches out a hand and he takes it.

All Kit's fears for the future and the present fade away as he stands in the sun beside Grace with the waves lapping at his feet. He feels warm and content and loved. He wishes this moment could last forever. Grace squeezes his fingers affectionately and turns to him, smiling. Through the wordless communication they share, he knows that she at least is restless and wants to dive into the water and feel the waves wash over her and taste the saltwater and enjoy herself with childlike abandon.

A thought occurs to Kit and a smile tugs at his own lips. He holds up a hand and traces an image in the air. Golden light flickers between them for a moment, before the light flashes in two directions, landing on each of their throats separately. Kit feels a brief tingling on his neck as the light burrows beneath his skin.

Grace's hand flies to her throat. "What was that?" she asks with a gasp.

"For the next few hours," Kit says, "we shall be able to breathe underwater."

Grace's eyes widen. "Really?" At Kit's nod, she laughs like a little girl and immediately splashes out into the blue, crystal water. When the waves lap at her powerful thighs, she dives bodily under the surface. When she comes up, she is fifty yards away, bobbing on sun-dappled waves. She beckons to him and Kit follows eagerly.

His body knifes through the water, surging towards her and diving down under the waves to find his sister cavorting like a mermaid. Spinning and twirling and weaving through the water, laughing like a sprite and sending bubbles flying everywhere.

They find a seaweed forest and startle a school of brightly colored fish. They swim beside vast schools of tiny silver fish and follow them to a coral reef that burgeons with life and color and activity. There are predators here, but nothing large enough to imperil the two of them. Long, sharp toothed barracuda eye them warily before flickering away in search of easier prey. Still, Grace instinctively clutches at Kit's arm, conveying her panic through her touch.

A miniature city patrolled by green-skinned and finned humanoids the size of Kit's middle finger watches them glide by, tiny spears at the ready. But the fey appear to relax when Kit and Grace simply glide past them without causing trouble. Kit keeps a protective charm at the ready to drive them off if the fey do become frisky, however. He hopes that a visit from the surface is rare enough that he creatures will not molest them.

Kit's assumption is borne out, as he and Grace see no sign of the creatures afterward. They find fish of all sizes and colors, and huge crabs and shimmering anemone and slow-moving urchins and a kaleidoscope of other life forms as they explore and gambol and play.

Grace pulls Kit close and embraces him, pressing her plush breasts against his chest. They kiss lustily underwater, bubbles rippling across their cheeks as their lips move and tongues dance. All Grace needs to do is trace her fingertips across his bicep and he is instantly hard. Huge cock throbbing between his legs, rising up to nudge against Grace's sex. She spreads her thighs as Kit grips her full ass in both hands to hold her in place. His cockhead nudges against her lips, slipping inside without resistance.

Grace moans into Kit's open mouth, sending more bubbles spiraling upward, as he gently saws his throbbing member into her clasping pussy. Her strong thighs come around his waist to hold tight as they bob in the water, propelled in the nearly weightless environment by the thrusting of their hips.

Grace's hair floats in a dark halo around her head, tendrils brushing against Kit's cheeks as they kiss and fuck. His fingers tighten gradually on her ass as he cock relentlessly plunders her hot, wet pussy. Kit pulls away slightly so he can look his sister in the eye. She smiles and snakes her arms around his shoulders.

The clear water is cool around them and bubbles swirl across their bodies as they move together. A disinterested fish with silver scales and black stripes swims between their faces, eliciting a look of shock from Grace that quickly dissolves into soundless laughter. She grows serious again as Kit's thrusting increases in speed.

Grace's thighs tighten around Kit's waist and her heels dig into his muscular ass. She arches her back, thrusting her big tits against his chest. Her movement causes them to slowly tumble in a somersault through the water. Kit feels blood rush into his head and his ears pop, but his thrusting does not flag. He senses Grace's rising climax through their bond and doubles his assault.

She shudders, holding him tightly against her, as her orgasm explodes through her body. A wordless scream sends more bubbles swirling upward, through their intertwined bodies towards the surface. They tickle as they skitter across Kit's skin.

The rhythmic squeezing of Grace's pussy muscles soon has Kit thrusting madly and rapidly in her honeypot. His swollen testes contract like fists and his thick cock expands in her depths and the first viscous surge of jism races up his cocktube and spirals directly into Grace's womb. She shudders in his arms once again as his eruption triggers another one for her. Rope after rope fills her completely, Kit's cock still driving into her over and over as jets of cum spurt forth.

They float for a time in a tangle of limbs, hands moving languorously over one another's bodies, lips frequently touching. Grace's dark eyes are hooded by her lids and dark lashes, while her breasts rise and fall as she struggles for breaths she does not have to take.

Grace's eyes slowly open and smile at Kit. He sees his own love reflected in them. He is once again struck by his sister's beauty. And by how much he loves her and needs her. He holds her close in a tight embrace which she returns with enthusiasm.

With a soundless laugh, Grace pulls from him and kicks herself away, swimming with dolphin-like grace.

As the rays from the sun retreat, however, and the sea darkens around them, Kit puts an end to their playtime. The water-breathing charm will be expiring soon. He pulls Grace close for another slippery, underwater embrace and conveys his urgency to her. She nods and follows him back to the surface and the beach.

They clamber to the sand arm in arm, Grace leaning into her youngest brother, babbling about all the wonders she has seen. Kit responds with equal enthusiasm, having never done this before either, to Grace's surprise. "Am I to believe you just had that spell ready?"

Kit shrugs. "There are some universal effects that every Blessed warrior is trained to know by heart. Not-drowning is surprisingly useful in a wide variety of theaters."

Grace shakes her head. "The things you don't ever think about," she says quietly.

Kit sees that the servants have erected a pair of tents, one larger for the Daramours, and set up a firepit. One of them is roasting dinner while the other servant is tending to the horses, up the slope far from the beach where the animals can crop grass contentedly

Dried and dressed in robes, Kit and Grace recline on cushions and feed one another morsels. Kit sips from a glass of wine, while Grace demurs, preferring chilled fruit juice. They cuddle together to watch the sun set. The moon rises and the stars come out, and though the temperature drops a little, the fire is warm and the sound of the surf lulls Kit into drowsy complacence.

Soon it is time to retire. Kit and Grace slip arm in arm into the tent. It is tall enough inside for Kit to stand comfortably and the floor is carpeted with silks and cushions. The servants have their own, less spacious tent for the night.

Kit and Grace cuddle on the floor of the tent after arranging the pillows and blankets to their liking. Grace quickly slips out of her robe, prompting Kit to do the same, and they hold one another skin to skin. Kit's fingertips run lightly up and down Grace's back as she nuzzles into his neck.

"Mother was in a good mood today," she says.

It is not what he expected her to say. He looks down at her as she looks up.

"It's just, I think she was glad to see you leave the house with Eva. I know you said that nothing happened, but it would probably be to everyone's advantage if you kept that from Mother."

Kit mulls that for a moment. "I'm not sure I can lie to her."

"I'm not saying you should lie, just don't volunteer the truth. Unless she asks."

"I guess," Kit says. "She'll be on me to go after Belle next."

Grace stiffens a little, almost imperceptibly. Kit knows that she and Belle do not get along well. But he also knows that he needs her advice. He feels Grace forcing herself to relax in his arms.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable," he says.

Grace waves his words away. "It's nothing. Some part of me will always bristle when she is mentioned. Which says more about me than her, probably."

"Are you sure?" She nods. He clears his throat. "I don't know what to do about her. Eva, I understand. She isn't interested. That makes things simple. But Belle, I don't know. I do know she drinks way too much, as if trying to either avoid the issue or screw up her courage to do something. But maybe she's avoiding me, too."

Grace sighs. "I think, and I assure you I haven't talked to her or anything, but I think Belle wants to do this. It would fit her personality. Not that she finds the idea of laying with her brother attractive at all, but she definitely wants to be in Mother's favor, and being here this summer to participate in the plan will do that for her.

"She is also lucky enough to genuinely care for and probably love her husband. Jumping into bed with anyone besides him isn't in her nature, let alone when that person is her little brother. So she drinks, because there's nothing else for her to do around here. She'd much rather be in an office going over shipping manifests, I wager."

Grace plays with the hair on Kit's chest, pulling at his curls with her fingers. "So. I don't think you have anything to do with Belle besides just approaching her. I wouldn't expect that she would be as much fun as some of your other summer partners, but you would at least appease Mother and get it over with."

Kit takes Grace's hand in his, the one tracing circles on his chest. She looks up and he kisses her. "Thank you," he says sincerely. He knows that wasn't easy for her, but she said it all anyway. She blushes.

"I've thought about just walking up to her," Kit says, "but she always seems to be just pass acceptably drunk, and I don't want to feel like I'm taking advantage."

Grace gives him a light kiss on the lips. "Such a gentleman." He scrunches up his face, not sure if she is mocking him. "Just tell her that," she continues. "Be honest with her. You both want the same thing. Approach it like a business deal. It will feel more natural for her."

Now the claws are coming out. Time to change the subject, Kit decides. He slides a hand down Grace's smooth flank and cups one full, squeezable buttock. "Ooh!" she says. The hand on his chest glides downward, across his abdomen, through the nest of curls between his legs, and grips the stiffening stalk that is rapidly rising upward.

Grace's fingers wrap around her brother's thickness and she slowly begins to stroke him. He reaches full tumescence quickly, his big cock swelling in her small hand. She smiles and teases the head of his cock with her fingertips. Drops of precum appear at the tip. She presses her thumb down, coating it in the slippery fluid, and spreads it across his cockhead.

"I will never be less than impressed with this beautiful slab of meat," Grace cooes into Kit's ear as she slowly jacks him. "Sometimes, I can hardly believe this whole thing fits inside me."

Kit runs a hand up and down her back, admiring his sister's curves with his fingertips. His other hand cups a hanging breast and begins to tease her already hard nipples. They kiss, just tasting one another, as their hands busy themselves with their tasks.

Grace rubs her palm across Kit's dickhead, smearing copious amounts of precum across her hand. Then she uses it to coat his length with natural lubricant, making her digits schlick schlick along him as she manipulates his thick stalk.

She shifts on her knees, raising up and over him, offering her swaying breasts to his lips. He cups them with both hands and presses his face between them, feeling his head wrapped up by Grace's lovely, heavy tits. Her scent envelops him, her natural aroma faintly enhanced by the sea. Kit breathes deeply of her. He nuzzles against her soft flesh and lays a wet kiss against her sternum.

He kisses the slope of her right breast and then the left. He drags his tongue across the curve of her tit, seeking a nipple. When he finds her large areola he makes circles around it with the tip of his tongue, winding around her erect nipple teasingly until finally capturing it between his lips and giving a light suckle. Grace's fingers wrap tighter around his cock and he hears her breath hitch.

Kit sucks on her nipple, gently at first, then gradually increasing the pressure. He traps her nub between his teeth and nips with a light touch. Grace slithers across his waist, straddling him, pushing her breasts into his face and whimpering with lust. He feels the heat of her vulva against a thigh, and feels her moisture dripping on to his skin.

Kit lavishes attention upon Grace's left breast. Kissing and licking and sucking and nipping. Grace grips his cock in both hands and slides them up and down its length, squeezing and twisting lightly, urging out more and more precum until her hands and his crotch are sticky with the stuff. When he switches to her right breast and repeats his actions, he feels her hips begin to shift, feels her push herself against his thigh, rubbing her lips against his skin.

He releases her breasts and runs his hands down her sleek flanks. He cups her full, bubbly ass and squeezes. Her pussy presses hot and wet against his thigh and her soft hands tighten around his rampant length. Kit wraps his hands around her waist and lifts her up, eliciting a throaty giggle from her, and she spreads her legs, aiming his cock towards her gooey center.

Kit's broad cockhead presses against her engorged lips and she swallows him whole. His dick slides into her without resistance, driving deep as she settles her hips down upon him. She groans with lust, reaching out with her now free hands to grip his shoulders. Her nails dig into his skin. Huge, perfect breasts sway before his eyes.

Grace sits motionless atop him for long moments. Kit lies back but flexes his length within her depths, eliciting soft little grunts of pleasure from his oldest sister. Then she looks down at him, her long hair brushing his cheeks and smiles. "Fuck me, Kit," she says simply.

With a growl, Kit rolls them over so that he now lies atop her and without preamble begins to savagely slam his raging cock into Grace's clasping pussy. She cries out with each thrust, wrapping her limbs around him as tightly as she can. Sweat drips from Kit's forehead as he relentlessly fucks his sister. He smiles down at her, but her eyes roll back in her head and her full lips twist in a lustful grimace as her crisis overtakes her.

Kit braces his hands on either side of Grace's beautiful head and moves his hips. His thick cock slides effortlessly through her sodden depths, driving deeper with every thrust. Grace's sugar walls, hot and wet, tighten around him, and a long, low sound starts in her throat. She looks up at him, eyes trying to focus. She grabs Kit's cheeks and pulls him down to kiss him deeply. Her mouth sucks at his while her pussy sucks his cock.

Kit feels the pressure building at the base of his dick. His balls are drawing up. He wants to keep hammering, to keep driving into her, to prolong the intense pleasure he is feeling and the love he feels for Grace, love that she reflects back at him. "Grace," he says, his voice straining as he tries to hold back just a little longer.

"Fill me, my love," Grace says with a radiant smile.

Kit groans and let's go. Deep within Grace, Kit's large cock swells and expands. It throbs and the dam bursts, sending a thick viscous ribbon of seed-rich jism swirling into Grace's womb. Hips still churning, Kit pulls back and drives forward as each pulse fires into his sister. He leans down, hunching over her, and finds her ruby lips as he continues to erupt again and again, his torrential flood of life-giving fluid filling Grace fit to bursting.

Kit slumps, momentarily sated. But only momentarily. The beach soon echoes with Grace's cries of passion once more, and she grows hoarse before the night of loving is finished.