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My last breath

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Name: Grace Age: 20

She had taken a year off from school after graduation. Just some time to relax a bit before jumping right back to the books. The year had been great, she was able to talk her parents into a trip to Italy with her best friend as one last burst of adolescence. When her year was up, it seemed like it went by too fast. Grace made the promise though, and she always kept her word.

The backseat of her small sedan was as full as it would get. Not that she had that much stuff, it was just that small of a car. She had made arrangements with her brother to stay with him while she went to school. it was to save money so she wasn't bogged down with student loans later. Repeating the house number over and over, "2305...2305," just then the GPS spoke up. 'In .2 miles turn right, then proceed .4 miles to destination'. Turning the wheel as she reached the corner she looked at the numbers on the buildings.

He had said he was in a small two bedroom house, white with blue trim. Raising a brow, she saw two different houses with that description. Then she saw it, a large black 2305 beside the front door. Pulling into the driveway right behind his car, she put it in park. Grabbing her keys from the ignition she stepped out of the vehicle. The short pink dress had ridden up her thighs a little during the drive, so she fixed it while walking to the door.

Knocking on the door, she waited with a big smile. Jingling her keys as she waited for her one and only brother to answer. Hearing the door knob turn, when the door was open, Grace threw her arms around him. "Hey big brother, been a while since I last saw you."
 
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Name: Richter. Age: 27​

Richter was busy tidying his house, waiting for his sister to arrive. When he had gotten the call a few weeks ago he had been happy to say yes to her, to let Grace move into his home for school, and why wouldn't he? It had been months since he had seen her, work having kept him busy most of the time and unable to visit. Besides...he didn't like to admit it, even to himself, but...she was growing into quite the looker, and it couldn't hurt to have some eye candy around, even if it was his sister. Now though, now he had to make the place look presentable and he was regretting it. He had never been the tidiest person in the world, and this had turned into a job for the entire morning.

Finishing with the vacuum cleaner, he shoved it back into the corner grudgingly and looked around at his work. He had done well for himself despite not being the best student in his class, his hard work and creativity had gotten him a good job in architecture which sometimes allowed him to work from home and be lazy with the projects he took on. Now, at 27 years of age, he had all he wanted materially, and he figured finding the right girl for him could always wait. Work came first, and he was proud of what he had built up here. His musing was broken by the sound of the car pulling up in the drive, and he looked out the window just in time to see his sister straightening her skirt. Yup...eye candy. He shook his head and chuckled on the way to the door; thoughts like that about his sister meant it was about time to find a girl of his own for sure.

Ooof...Grace, hi," he coughed as she knocked the air out of his lungs in a gesture that could only be described as a 'tackle hug', "Geez, I know you're happy to be here but you don't have to kill me! Go inside, i'll grab your stuff out of the car. There are two spare rooms upstairs, whichever you like best is yours."
 
Her arms still around his neck, she laughed, "you are so dramatic sometimes. Kind of a big baby, if you ask me." Kissing him on the cheek she walked pass him into the house. "Thanks, Richy, I will come out to help in just a minute k." Setting her keys in the bowl next to the front door. A little habit they both learned from their parents. The house was nice, and it really looked like he had put a lot of effort into cleaning up before she got her. Peeking around a corner she found the living room, it definitely looked like a guy lived here. Dark colors, and no lights were on.

Her dress had slid back up her thighs, when she threw herself at her brother. So she once again, adjusted it. Turning she saw he was still standing at the door, raising a brow, it almost looked like he had been staring at her just before she caught him. Mentally shaking the thought off, she ran up the stairs. Opening the first door, revealed a nice sized bedroom. The closet was an okay size too. Leaving she left the door open and ran back down the stairs.

She stopped just at the door to slip off her heels, holing onto the door frame to bend over. Her breasts almost spilling out of the top of her dress, she didn't seem to have even noticed. Tossing the shoes in the corner, she went out to help Richter. "I think I will just take the first one, the closet looks big enough for now," she said with a wink. Popping the trunk she took out one of the boxes.
 
"Dramatic?," he questioned innocently, still laughing as she breezed past him and placed her keys in the bowl. He had forgotten completely that was a family thing, he was so used to it by now. "Okay, maybe i'm a little dramatic, but you almost knocked me over that time, and it's only been a few months." He knew he should go get her things, but he couldn't help watching her look around the house, especially when he noticed her dress...it was riding up again. Did she have to wear something so short? She clearly had no idea he looked at her that way, but how could he not? He turned away when she almost caught him staring, figuring it would be safer to just get her things.

There wasn't the massive pile of baggage he expected to find, and in true single man fashion he decided the best way to handle it was to load himself up with everything at once. He had gotten everything out of the back seat when she came and popped the trunk, taking one of the boxes for herself, leaving him standing looking more like a suitcase tree than a man. "Yeah, take any you like, and no need to help me here, I can carry these," he joked, pretending to grumble as he made his way back to the house. "You know you should be paying me to move this crap for you, it isn't like i'm charging rent or anything. And could you not call me Richy anymore? You're not a kid now"

He chuckled as he spoke. He knew she would probably continue to call him that, as annoying as it was, but he could live with it. Carefully, he escorted his pile of boxes up the stairs and to the room she had chosen, dumping them down on her bed for her to sort out.
 
Grace rolled her eyes and shook her head when he pulled every suitcase from the back seat. Always the fastest route for Richy. She was smaller then he was so she couldn't carry but one box, but to be fair it was full of books. "Hey just be glad those are only full of clothes," she shifted the weight of the box with her knee. "You could be carrying a box full of books." She followed him into the house the house. "Pay you... isn't it enough that I'm your sister? I mean any one would kill to have me as one."

She dropped the box of books on the floor next to the bed. "Why would I stop calling you Richy, it's what I have called you since we were kids." Once again she was adjusting the dress, this time puling the top up. She began to wonder why she even bothered to wear the stupid things. Putting her arms around him she hugged him, "thank you for helping me bring my stuff in. I owe you one." Turning she started walking out of the room and back down the stairs for the last box in her trunk.

The last box was small, and not nearly as heavy as the other one. It mostly held personal items, a couple of which she rally didn't want her brother to see. He would think she was a freak if he saw her little 'toys'. Entering the house again, "so what did you want to do today, I don't have to head to campus for another two days." Pushing the door closed with her foot, as she walked back up the stairs.
 
"No thanks Gracy," he laughed, finally free of all the luggage and turning to see her enter the room, groaning inwardly as he saw her clothing was out of place again, this time her near perfect breasts trying to escape the tiny dress. If he didn't know any better, he would swear she was doing this on purpose, but his little sister was oblivious to the fact that even he wasn't immune to her 'charms'. "You can keep the books, i'll carry the lighter stuff and look all manly doing it. It's how I was raised." He flashed her his trademark cheeky grin and slipped past her at the doorway after she hugged him, heading back down the stairs. "And you should pay me to have you as a sister as well, the bill is really piling up now. Maybe you should be my maid!"

He was joking, of course, not that he would turn away a free house cleaner, but he knew from experience she could take a joke anyway. He remembered all the times when she was so much younger, and he had hidden the fake cockroaches in her room...she had gotten him back just as badly. Somehow she beat him out of the house to the car for the last box, so he stood just inside the doorway as he watched her carry it back. "What you got in that one then sis? Is it a present for me? More books? Drugs?" He let her pass him by and made sure the door was closed properly as she headed up the stairs, turning and flopping down onto the sofa and reaching for the TV remote. "Hmmm, no idea what to do today to be honest, I was thinking of just watching TV, maybe ordering some food...I thought it would take longer to move you in." He had to shout to make sure she heard him upstairs, and he flicked through the channels. There had to be something on that she wouldn't mind watching too.
 
"Oh, because I am sooo difficult to deal with," putting a hand on her hip as she rolled her eyes. "As for the maid thing, I already planned on being the one to clean up around here." At the bottom of the stairs she added, "you live like a pig, now that you are on your own." She was exaggerating, he was actually a lot cleaner then most bachelors his age. That wasn't counting him cleaning before she got here. She knew he would know she was kidding.

Walking back into the house with the box in hand. Grace tried to play it off as if nothing important was in the box, resisting the urge to pull it away from his sight. "No, nothing for you, just personal stuff, like pictures and what not. A few drugs, but just the good shit you know." She wasn't completely lying, there were some pictures in there.

Shoving the box under her bed, hoping if it was out of sight it would also be out of mind, where her brother was concerned. Closing her door she headed back down the stairs. Throwing herself on the sofa, laying her head in his lap. She looked up at him, "mmm, TV sounds good, and maybe some food." Turning her face towards the TV, she propped her legs up on the arm of the sofa. She wasn't all that picky on what to watch, that was one thing they never fought over as kids, the remote.

Turning her face again to look at him, "It probably would have taken longer if it wasn't for dad." She rolled her eyes ans snorted a little. "Dad made me throw almost everything out before Italy. Saying it was time for a fresh start or something stupid like that."
 
"Difficult? You? Never!," he laughed, voice dripping with sarcasm. In truth, Grace had always been very easy to get along with as a sister, even when they were fighting she was fun, but he wasn't about to let her know that. "Not like you make your poor brother put you up while you go to school or anything...made him carry all your bags to your room, right?"

Grinning, fully enjoying the back and forth banter he had missed so much, Richter found a channel he liked, some dumb comedy movie playing, and relaxed, letting her put away her box of drugs or whatever the hell it was. Sure, he was curious, but as long as she lived here he had secrets of his own to keep hidden, so he could respect her wishes and drop the subject of the box completely. As long as she didn't try to go to the basement she wouldn't find it was locked anyway. That would be tough to explain.

When she laid her head in his lap, he had to think other thoughts for a second, but the movie was good and he had that to focus on. Besides, it felt comfortable, and it was all innocent, right? "Yes, food, just what you need after all those hard drugs. Tell you what, i'll let you choose what we order this time, my treat, since you're gonna be doing all the cleaning." He flicked her ear and chuckled playfully, "You'll need to keep your strength up to take care of a 'pig' after all. Can't be easy cleaning up after me like that."

He handed her a bunch of menus he kept by the sofa, and his mobile phone. He never used the home phone these days, there just didn't seem to be a point. He could do everything with the mobile, and it kept all his pictures and videos. "Haha, he did that to you too? You wouldn't believe how much of my crap he threw out when I went to college." Richter sighed at the memory. It was a long time ago, but he had loved a lot of his childhood things, their father was obsessed with them leaving it all behind though. "At least you're a girl, I bet you had some privacy. He pretty much scoured my room and took it all to the dump. He knows how to push his kids out of the nest alright."
 
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"What can I say Richy, you know me and that crack." She smiled up at him, "it's such a hard habit to kick, but then again the stuff is great for my figure so why stop." Grace growled at him when he flicked her ear, he knew she hated it. She plotted her revenge as he continued. "It is very hard to clean up after you, I will be surprised if I can make it through my classes."


She laughed at his last comment, "ha no such luck for me, I had twice as many boxes and suitcases when I left for Italy. When I came back he threw a bunch away, didn't even bother to look at what was inside. After you left for collage, is when he started raiding my room, looking for condoms and shit."

Taking the stack of menus from him, she skimmed through them. Since she got back from Italy, Italian just didn't taste the same, so that was out. They could have chinese, she slid that menu between her knees, so she could come back to it. Then she found the Thai menu and smiled, smacking him on the forehead with it. "We will have Thai, pick what you want before I call." She ordered the same thing every time she had Thai, so she looking at the menu wasn't needed. Holding the phone above her face, she began dialing when Richter told her what he wanted.

Rolling off his lap, just as the other end was picked up. Walking towards the entry way, she placed the order. Then slipped the phone in her bra when she was done. Walking as quiet as possible behind him, she reached over his shoulders. She grabbed his nipples and twisted a little, "that is pay back for the ear thing."
 
"Mmm, crack, I remember the days," Richter laughed, licking his lips mockingly. "Just be careful, you know what they say, a moment on the lips, a lifetime turning tricks..." He grinned down at her and ruffled her hair, ignoring the growl. It was cute, but he was sure she was no threat to him. "Oh please, like you actually study anyway. All those parties must be so very hard to prepare for, and shopping for the booze? A nightmare all of it's own!" Richter remembered his own college days, and he had little time for partying himself, but he could never pass up the chance to tease his younger sister. "What classes are you taking anyway? Advanced pain in the ass?"

His mind was taken off the movie when she talked about their beloved father raiding her room. "Haha, I bet he found all sorts of things he never wanted to see...I know he did when he went through my own room." He remembered with a shudder the mass of 'magazines' he had collected over the years, back before the internet was the prime way of getting that stuff...all gone when he came home one day and the grin on his dads face. He shook his head, he didn't need such a memory at all. "You hope he didn't look inside anyway...i'm pretty sure he looked through all of my crap. Lucky i'm a good boy, i'm sure he found nothing untoward in there."

He blinked at her when she hit him on the head with the menu, and just nodded, telling her what he wanted and turning back to the movie. He was soon laughing while she ordered her food, tempted to flick her ear again, but where was the fun in that? He had his sister to torture, he might as well have a little variety. He made himself comfortable while she roamed his front room, and was laughing at a particularly hilarious part of the show when she attacked him, catching him completely off guard. "Ahh, what the hell," he yelped, twisting his body to get away and laughing at the fact she had actually gotten him back so soon. Damn movie.

"You do know this means war, right Grace?" He turned and laid back down on the couch, looking up at her over the arm. "That was a little unfair though, I think I might get in trouble if I tried the same with you. I'll just have to think of something else to make you pay." He smiled at her innocently, already knowing what he was going to do, then held out his hand. "Phone please. No way you get to look through my stuff if I can't see your drug box."
 
Grace beamed at him, proud of herself. Now though she was a little nervous to sit back down on the sofa. "Don't start what you can't finish big brother." Sticking her tongue out at him, she then fished the phone from her bra. Dangling it at him, "you mean this phone? Do you have some dirty pictures on here that you don't want me too see?" Narrowing her eyes at him she started backing into the entry. "Got some girls phone numbers on here, maybe we should send them a message."

Her eyes got big when he got off the sofa. Biting her lip, she kept backing towards the kitchen. Pushing the button to turn the screen back on, "lets see, who should we text first." When he took a step closer, Grace turned and ran into the kitchen, putting the table between them. She shoved the phone back into her bra. "Be nice Richy, and remember you're the one who started this." She couldn't help the giggle that rose in her chest. They hadn't played like this in a long time.
 
Richter growled playfully when she started going through his phone. Yes he had pictures on there he didn't want her to see, dammit, and some of the things he was into, well, his sister never had to know. He rose, chasing her into the kitchen as she backed away, just slowly advancing with a grin on his face. "You know this won't end well for you Gracy..." he smirked, pushing the table away as she tried to hide the phone. He shook his head, enjoying the game and laughing. "Now now, you think I won't be able to get it there? Bet I can make you hand it to me though."

He pounced when she told him to play nice, tackling her to the floor and pinning her down, straddling her waist and holding her hands above her head, firmly pinning them beneath just one of his own hands. "Oh, I know I started it, but I think i'll finish it too sis. Just be thankful i'm a gentleman, and i'm not just going to reach in and grab it." He wriggled the fingers on his free hand for emphasis, before he brought it to her side, and started to tickle her. He hoped she hadn't grown out of being ticklish. "Feel free to tell me how awesome a big brother I am when you want to give me my phone back, or i'm not gonna stop!"
 
She never even looked pass the main screen on the phone, but she was good at making him think she had seen more. "How do you know it won't end well for you either Richy." Of course she knew the truth, she never won at these unless he let her win. That didn't happen that often. Biting her lip a little when he moved the table. He was cheating, moving the table was plain cheating. "I'm not handing you anything. You phone will be stuck there for ever, and you will never know when I am going to be looking at it." She patted the phone pinned against her breast for emphasis.

Grace squealed when he pounced at her, taking her to the floor. She squirmed in an attempt to break free, before he was able to actually poin her. He was bigger though, and a lot stronger, so nothing she did helped. Wide eyed she watched Richter wiggle his fingers, he eyes first going to the place the phone was. "Richter... don't," Grace squirmed some more as his hand made the decent, "please don't, I hate that." He knew she hated it, and she knew that he knew it. She half whined and half laughed as he started tickling. "Richy! Stop!," she really didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but this was her kryptonite. This time their parents weren't around to put a stop to it.

"You're the worste...haha, big brother ever," she squirmed as he continued to tickle. Kicking her feet now, "I would pity any girl...stop stop...who had you as their brother."
 
Richter shook his head, laughing a little himself as he tickled his sister playfully. "Don't be silly Grace, you know as well as I do that you're going to hand it to me. And if you really don't, I will take it from you. I need my phone you know." Honestly, he didn't know if he actually would yet, but he really didn't want her to look on it. That didn't matter at the moment anyway, he was having far too much fun 'torturing' her with tickles anyway, knowing she had this glaring weak spot, and there was nobody to save her from it. "Ohhh, calling me Richy really isn't going to help you here," he laughed, moving his hand to her other side so she couldn't get used to it, tickling her there instead.

The only problem was she was a grown woman now, and given his own sexual...inclinations...the sight of her struggling, her squirming, it was taking it's own toll on him as he concentrated on not becoming aroused by his own sister. The embarrassment if she felt it would be way too much. He raised his hips a little so he wasn't pressed against her and smirked, still not stopping the tickle torture and growling playfully. "Worst?" He ignored her kicking feet, he was too far from them to be kicked in this position anyway. "I'm sure you mean best so i'll pretend I didn't hear that...right Gracy?" He tightened his grip on her wrist and lowered again to stop her thrashing before it got out of hand, concentrating on the task at hand instead of the positioning. "Who knows, carry on resisting and I may have to tickle your feet...sure you don't want to give in?"
 
The half whining half laughing continued as he Richter tortured her. "Stop... this is cheating," she complained. Squirming to the other side when he switched. She pulled at her wrists trying to get them free to shove him off. her breathing was getting heavier from the laughing, her breasts rose and fell rapidly. "Fine, I will stop calling you Richy.....until tomorrow," she added the last bit between laughing.

Grace felt the weight change as he raised his hips. Taking advantage of this she bucked against him, this still didn't help. "Ok, ok... you're the best. You are a gift from the heavens, how did I get so lucky..." her struggling had shifted the dress some, rising up her thighs, and slipping down a little on her breasts. Blushing she stopped squirming, "have the phone Richter, I am about to spill out of my dress." If her hands were free she would fix the problem."
 
Richter didn't care, he knew it wasn't cheating. "Nuh-uh sis, all is fair in love and war, and I told you what this was," he grinned, squeezing her wrists together with his one hand whenever she tried to pull them away. He was thankful she was so small, it was incredible easy to hold her down and tickle at the same time. He could feel her trying her best to escape from beneath him, and he was to be honest, having the time of his life, and in danger of getting more than a little aroused as her dress started to slip again, and her breathing became ragged and heavier. He noticed long before she did.

"Awww, you're such a sweet little sister," he smiled, poking his hand into her rubs to tickle her just a little more. "You really think i'm the best?" He carried on playing with her till she stopped, and rolled his eyes at her complaint, finally freeing her hands and letting her up, hand held out to help her up. "Fiiine, spoil my fun, but it's your own fault you know. They do make dresses for big girls now too." Her blushing was adorable, and he watched her closely, waiting for her to readjust and take his hand. "Now, no funny business, hand me the phone or we start aaaall over again." Waiting for her, he was distracted by the sound of the doorbell, and chuckled, reaching into his jeans for his wallet and handing her a 20. "And for misbehaving you can go get the food!"
 
She rolled her eyes, "that is such crap," she said as she tried pulling her wrist free again. His weight on her didn't help with the breathing much, but she was able to manage. Grace squealed again when her one last poke to the ribs. "Yes..yes, your the best, now get off," she wasn't actually mad, he could tell by the smile on her face. When he released her hands, they flew to the top of her dress, fixing that part first. "I wasn't expecting my HORRID brother to sit on top of me when I picked it out you know. And there is nothing wrong with the size, if your not wrestling in it."

Just as she reached for his hand, the door bell rang. Taking the twenty and letting him help her up, she fixed the bottom half of the dress. She pulled the phone from her bra as she walked pass him, pushing it into his chest. "Take your stupid phone, I have my own anyway." Walking to the door, she opened it as she finished adjusting the top of her dress. Getting her a surprised look from the delivery boy. "Keep the change," she said not even acknowledging the kid eyeing her from toe to chest. She closed the door, then turned back for the kitchen.

Opening the fridge she grabbed a bottle of water, "can you please grab some silverware, oh great brother of mine." Setting the bag on the table, she shoved it back where it was suppose to be. Digging out the food, she turn sucking some of the peanut sauce off her thumb.
 
Richter was still laughing as he pulled her to her feet, and hand to react fast not to drop the phone when she thrust it at him. "Oh, i'm sure you do...maybe I should take a peek at your pictures instead huh?" he grinned. It was an empty threat, just like he was sure Grace wouldn't really have gone through his phone. Of course she wouldn't want to see what he had on there, she was his little sister, he just didn't want to take the chance she had grown nosy. "Oh, so now i'm back to being horrid again too? You turn so quickly, we should have a mood swing set up for you in the garden!"

Leaving her to go get the food, he was already digging out the knices and forks when she came back for the water, and turned to place them on the table before sitting down to get his meal. In truth, he didn't even know what he had ordered, he hated Thai, but he had given her the choice, so he took his food and dug in. It was surprisingly nice, both sweet and spicy, so he couldn't complain. "You know," he started, between mouthfulls. "Maybe next time you won't give in so easily. I was just about to break out the serious tickling too and you go quitting on me!" He was only teasing, he was about as done as he could be, but for the first time in a while he was having fun. "What do you want to do after dinner? More TV? Put on a dress bigger than a tea cosy? Flirt with the delivery boys some more?"
 
She shrugged at him, she wasn't dumb enough to leave dirty photo's on her phone. "Go ahead, I unlike you have nothing to hide" she was lying only a little. She did have some stuff to hide, and they were under he bed. "Haha, you are hilarious," she said taking with a fake laugh, "mood swing in the garden, you should go on tour with these jokes."

Taking a few bites from her noodles, and a sip from the water bottle. "I'm actually surprised I lasted that long, I hate it when you tickle me." Narrowing her eyes as she watch him eat for a few seconds. Like a guy he took large bites, at least he swallowed before he talked. Her jaw fell open slightly at his next comment. She tossed a couple noodles at him, "yes, I will change my dress if it bothers you that much. And I wasn't flirting, he was the one drooling, all I said was keep the change." Stabbing her fork into the container in mock anger, she took another bite. "TV, sounds nice though, something a little calmer then wrestling."
 
Richter nodded enthusiastically when she did her obviously fake laugh, choosing to ignore the sarcasm completely. "Nothing to hide? Well that's cos you're all young and innocent, but that's okay, I really don't want to think of you any other way," he grinned, taking a sip of water. "And I did consider being a comedian once, but my little sister sucks all the fun out of a room, I figured it would show in my routine. Best not to risk it, ya know?" He had narrowed down his food to either some form of poultry with rice, but he couldn't quite figure it out. Whatever it was, it tasted great so he took another bite while she complained at him.

"Nah, the dress is fine, really, you know i'm just playing with you," he laughed, nodding towards the door. "But unless you want to be bait for all the other guys in the street I really suggest you don't pop out of it in front of any more delivery guys. Did he at least give you a discount?" He finished his meal rather faster than she did, nodding at her suggestion, and clearing away his rubbish into the garbage can, something he probably wouldn't have done if she weren't here. "No wrestling, check. Was pretty funny though, watching you gasp for breath. Next time maybe you will think twice about attacking me without provocation." Finishing clearing up, he went and relaxed back on the sofa again, flicking through the channels for something entertaining, before throwing the remote down. Nothing he wanted was on, so he would let her choose. Only fair, she was the guest, after all.
 
Grace actually snorted when he said she was innocent, though she had no idea just what sort of experience her brother had. "Ok, yeah, I'm innocent, lets just go with that story for mom and dads sake shall we." She took another bite of the noodles, the sweet peanut sauce was great. Much better then the Thai restaurant she had always gone to back home. "I suck the fun out of a room, that doesn't even sound remotely truthful Richter. I am pretty sure I add the fun to any room."

Looking down at her dress, "I know, but I am enjoying the banter." Following his nod to the door she laughed with a mouth full of noodles, "Maybe I want to be bait for all the guys in the neighborhood, how else am I going to turn tricks if I don't get their attention." Taking a good drink of her water, she added, "I didn't pop out of my dress either by the way, and I wouldn't know if I got a discount, I just handed him the money and told him to keep the change. I didn't stick around from random chit chat you know."

He finished his food faster then she did of course, and she watch with a raised brow as he actually threw his trash away. "I'm sure you were very entertained, too bad I wasn't," she finished the last bite and tossed the container into the garbage. When he left the kitchen Grace took the fork out of the sink and stuck it in the dish washer, before wiping down the table. Their mother always said she was a blessing, Grace had an issue with mess. Even as at the age of five, she was constantly cleaning. After drying her hands off she ran back into the living room.

Tossing herself on the sofa again, she laid her head in Richters lap. He had obviously given up on finding anything you watch, so she took the remote from him. "We don't have to watch TV you know, we could play a game. Ooo or we can go out, I still have my fake ID that your friend Shaun made me." She hopped up and started bouncing on the sofa, "please can we go out? You will be the best brother in the world."
 
Richter raised his eyebrow comically as he looked over at her, chuckling to himself. "Only for mom and dad huh? What about me? I don't like to think of you as a woman just yet." He hoped she knew he was kidding, just one look at her could tell any guy with eyes she was a woman, but treating her like his kid sister just came too naturally to him. "By the way, you know all men are completely smooth down there right? Like a Ken doll." He nodded in agreement with himself. "Woah, no turning tricks! Too much information! I'll make you a deal sis, you don't tell me when you're on your hands and knees and I'll try not to kill any boy that comes within 5 feet of you, right? And I kinda wanted that change..."

He could hear her cleaning up in the kitchen, and grinned to himself as he laid back on the sofa. It would be good for him having her around, he was sure of that. More fun, tidier, well worth any expenses she ran up. He could afford it anyway. With any luck some of her habits might even rub off on him, not that he would ever tell her that was a good thing. Nope, he would much rather she think he was doing her a massive favour instead. It was much easier that way. When she joined him on the sofa and suggested going out, therefore, he groaned instead of agreeing immediately, looking down at her head in his lap. "Go out? But where the hell would we go.?" The question was a valid one, though he figured just to the nearest bar would do the trick. "And Shaun made you a fake ID...I don't think he meant for you to tell me that you know. Let's see what he has to say about it," he said quietly, trying to keep a straight face as he pulled out his phone and pretended to dial. He had already decided going out would be pretty fun, but he wanted to tease her first.
 
Grace only rolled her eyes. She may not share the details of her sex life with him, but there was no way he would think she hadn't done anything yet. "Because I am just dying to share the details with you, and I am an adult you can't stop me from sleeping with a guy." She leaned against the counter for a minute while they talked, more shouted back and forth really. "This is just something you need to come to terms with, I promise to never bring them home though, as long as you return that favor. I really don't want to hear your creepy sex noises."

She pouted when he groaned as if complaining. "I don't know, I'm not from here so I don't know any of the good places." Bouncing a couple more times of the couch, she leaned forward putting her head on his shoulder."Please Richter," she complained "I will be good I promise. No picking up guys, just drinks and some dancing." She could tell by the look on his face, that the answer was yes. He also looked a little shocked about the fake ID Shaun had made for her a couple years ago. "Oh, I thought I told you about that." Not that it really mattered if he confronted Shaun about it, but she really didn't want to loose her sorce. Grace had two more years before she was legal to drink, she might need a renewal sometime between now and then. "No, don't call him," she lunged for the phone. Managing to grab onto his wrist, she tried wrestling the phone from his hand.
 
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