Hannahs Embrace

Hannah reached the door of Grace's car before the engine was even turned off.

Grace stepped out, still shaking. Without a word, Hannah enveloped her in an embrace that felt both grounding and disorienting.

Hannah broke the hug to look at Grace's tattered clothes and bruised state. "Oh my god, Gracie, what did they do?"

Grace broke into sobs.

"Come on," Hannah said, guiding Grace to the front door with a gentle yet insistent touch. Chad, Hannah's older step-brother, watched from his second-floor bedroom. He eyed Grace's disheveled condition, and for reasons he couldn't understand, it stirred something unsettling within him.

Once inside, Hannah noticed some of the more prominent bruises on Grace's body. "Jesus, Grace. You're bleeding,"

Grace told Hannah about the entire ordeal. "Grace, we need to take you to the hospital and get you a rape test. I'll call the police."

Grace shook her head vigorously, her eyes reflecting a storm of emotions. "Please, Hannah, no police."

"Grace, you can't just--"

"Hannah, I was just raped by the police, I don't trust them," Grace said in a loud voice. Her voice softened, "and I need to forget what happened today. Just... just help me forget. I don't want to fight this." She paused. "I just want to shower and get cleaned up. I want to sleep."

Hannah took Grace's hands in hers. "Okay, okay. Let's get you cleaned up. You can stay here tonight."

Grace nodded weakly, leaning heavily on Hannah as they made their way upstairs.

Chad had been listening to their conversation. Throughout, he couldn't shake the image of Grace's bruised body and tattered clothes, and the forbidden thoughts it triggered.

Hannah guided Grace to the bathroom and turned on the shower. "I'll clean you up."

As she undressed, Grace caught sight of herself in the mirror -- the bruises, the abrasions, the vulnerability staring back at her. She stepped into the steaming water, flinching as it touched her wounds.

Hannah stepped out of her clothes and joined Grace in the shower with a soft sponge in her hand. This was the first time they had ever showered together. It didn't seem awkward or unexpected to any of them, as Hannah was there to steady Grace's broken body.

Hannah's touch was gentle, reverent as she lathered the sponge and began to run it over Grace's skin, washing away the grit and grime of the nightmare she'd endured. The water cascaded down, mingling with the tears that refused to be held back any longer.

"It's okay," Hannah murmured, her voice barely above the sound of the falling water. "Let it out, Gracie. I've got you."

Grace collapsed against her friend, sobs racking her body, each one shaking loose another fragment of the day's trauma. Hannah supported her weight, cradling her head under the warm spray.

"I'm here," Hannah kept whispering like a mantra. "You're safe now. They can't hurt you here."

They stood motionless until Grace's breathing steadied and her sobs abated. Hannah began washing Grace gently with the sponge, tracing her body with care to avoid causing pain to her wounds. "Where does it hurt?, Hannah asked.

"Everywhere," she managed to answer, her eyes shut tight against the onslaught of sensations -- some from her injuries, others stoked by the intimate caresses.

Chad stood outside the bathroom door, listening. The murmur of water and soft voices seeped through the door, igniting his imagination. He pictured them there, skin slick and glistening, breasts pressing into each other's. Envy and arousal pulsed through him; he wanted to be the one in there with Grace, erasing the memory of her pain with his own brand of pleasure.

"Damn," he muttered under his breath, as he headed back to his room to satisfy his arousal.

Hannah's movements became more methodical, a mix of necessity and tenderness as she continued to clean every inch of her friend's body. "I'll be gentle," Hannah promised, watching Grace's face for any sign of discomfort.

As Hannah's fingers worked their way across Grace's collarbone and down her chest, Grace tensed, a sharp inhale caught in her throat. "Sorry," Hannah pulled back, eyes apologetic.

"It's not you," Grace assured her, placing a hand over Hannah's. "It's just... everything is too much right now."

"I know, I got you," Hannah said as she guided Grace's hand away and continued to clean her. The water now felt like healing rain on Grace's tortured skin.

The silence between them became a sanctuary, dotted only by the sound of water. Hannah's touch was a balm, her presence a shield. Grace found solace in the rhythm of Hannah's movements, each stroke smoothing away more than just the physical remnants of her ordeal.

A calm began to settle over Grace. Her body relaxed, the tension ebbing away under Hannah's care. She opened her eyes to meet Hannah's gaze, a silent thank you passing between them.

Hannah set the sponge aside and wrapped both arms around Grace, pulling her close. The steam enveloped them, a misty embrace of their own. "You're not alone in this," Hannah said to her, thinking of ways to avenge her friend.

Grace nodded, leaning into the comfort offered. She closed her eyes once more, taking solace in the steady heartbeat against her cheek.

Lifting Grace's chin Hannah's lips found hers in a tender kiss. Grace felt something shift within her -- a blend of relief and affection that melted into the warmth of Hannah's mouth. She returned the unexpected kiss, her tongue reciprocating. Hannah's arms tightened around her as the kiss deepened, and Grace felt herself being pulled further into the warmth, the connection between them growing stronger.

Hannah could taste the bitter tang of the rapists' cum on Grace's tongue and breath, but she didn't care. This was her best friend, and she continued to kiss her. Grace pulled back slightly, her breath hitching from the intensity of the moment.

"Hannah..."

"Shh. I just want you to feel safe."

Their eyes locked, and for an instant, Grace saw the fierce protector in Hannah's gaze. She felt stirring within her core, as if Hannah's kiss was resurrecting something dormant.

Shutting the water off, Hannah took Grace's wrist to lead her out of the shower. She began to towel her off, gently patting down her body with the soft fabric.

Grace quivered, not from cold, but from the delicate sensations that Hannah's touch ignited on her sensitized skin. The way she enveloped her in the towel was both protective and possessive.

"You okay?" Hannah asked, her eyes searching Grace's for any sign of distress.

Grace nodded, her voice still unsteady. "I'm okay," she answered, and for the first time in hours, she believed it.

After brushing their teeth, Hannah led Grace to her bedroom, towels wrapped snugly around their bodies. "Here, put this on," Hannah said, handing her a soft oversized t-shirt.

Grace hesitated for a moment before unwinding the towel from her body and handing it to Hannah's outstretched hand. As she stood there, naked and freshly washed, the comfort of the room added an allure to her best friend's form that Hannah found both captivating and endearing.

Hannah watched as Grace lifted the shirt over her head, her hands fumbling for the opening before she finally slipped her arms through. The hem fluttered to mid-thigh, draping loosely around her.

"Uh, can I borrow some panties?" Grace asked, blushing.

"Of course," Hannah replied, walking over to her dresser. "Here, catch."

Grace sat on the bed, unfurling the soft white cotton in her hands. Bending down, she slipped one foot through and then the other, sliding them past her knees. With a gentle tug, she adjusted the fabric until it settled on her hips, restoring her sense of modesty and dignity for the first time in hours.

Hannah knelt in front of her, gently prying Grace's hands apart to hold them in her own. "You need to rest."

"I'm exhausted, but I don't know if I can sleep."

"Then just lie down," Hannah said, pulling back the bed sheets to help Grace into bed. "Close your eyes. I'll stay with you."

"Wait, let me dry my hair first."

Hannah smiled warmly. "I'll do it for you, Gracie."

"Thanks, Han."

Gently pulling Grace up, Hannah led her to the vanity and pulled out the chair. Grace sat down as Hannah grabbed another chair from her desk, placing it behind her. She reached for the hair dryer, plugging it in before settling into the chair behind Grace.

"Hand me the brush," Hannah asked, turning the dryer on. The familiar whirling hum provided an unexpected comfort to Grace as she scanned the photographs stuck on the mirror--snapshots of their friendship captured since middle school.

In one photo, they were grinning widely, faces painted in vibrant colors from a school carnival. In another, they were wrapped in each other's arms, laughing under the soft glow of fairy lights at a summer party. Each captured memory of their silly faces brought a smile to Grace's lips, her dimples deepening.

Noticing the crinkle in her friend's eyes, Hannah's expression began to mirror hers. "Whatcha smilin' about?" Hannah asked, blowing warm air down Grace's shirt, making it billow playfully. Grace squealed and jerked in surprise.

Hannah chuckled at Grace's startled reaction, then turned her attention back to the hair dryer. She moved the nozzle closer, letting the warm air flow through Grace's damp hair, gently tousling the strands.

"Hold still, or I might give you a new hairstyle," she teased.

Grace giggled, trying to keep her head steady as the dryer whirred. The warmth enveloped her, creating a cocoon of comfort. Hannah expertly maneuvered the dryer, making sure to dry the ends while keeping the heat away from Grace's scalp

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As she watched Hannah work, Grace couldn't help but admire her friend's beauty: high cheekbones, a delicate jawline, and full lips that curved into a warm smile. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief, framed by long lashes, and her blonde hair fell in soft waves, catching the light.

Grace often thought about how Hannah attracted attention effortlessly. Boys were always drawn to her. But she was always too busy--focused on school, sports, and her friends--to keep a boyfriend.

"All done," Hannah announced, leaning over Grace to set down the dryer and brush. She planted a kiss on Grace's fluffy warm hair before resting her chin on the top of her head, hands reaching down to intertwine with hers.

"Thanks, Han."

"Ready for bed?"

"Yeah, I think so."

Grace slipped beneath the cool sheets as Hannah dimmed the lights. Hannah slid into bed beside her, their bodies touching lightly, offering comfort. Grace felt Hannah's warmth as their fingers intertwined under the covers.

"I'm right here," Hannah whispered.

With Hannah beside her, Grace's breath steadied. Each exhale released tension, while each inhale brought the clean, familiar scent of her friend.

As the night deepened, Hannah's presence soothed Grace into a fitful sleep, her grip on Hannah's hand never wavering. Her dreams were full of twisted shadows, but each one was chased away by the warmth radiating from Hannah's touch.

Meanwhile, across the hall, Chad laid awake in his room, unable to shake the images and sounds that had filtered through the bathroom door. A moan escaped him as he imagined himself between Grace and Hannah in the shower, kissing Grace as his cock pressed against her pussy, while Hannah's firm breasts caressed his back as her mouth explored his neck.

Back in Hannah's room, Grace stirred in her sleep, a whimper escaping her lips. Hannah tightened her grip on Grace's hand, whispering soothing words until Grace's breathing returned to normal.

"Are you alright?" Hannah asked as her fingers traced lazy circles on Grace's palm.

Grace nodded, her lips pressed together to stem the tears that threatened to spill over. "Just a bad dream."

In the silent pause that ensued, Hannah pulled Grace closer. She felt Grace's breasts press against hers through the thin fabric of their shirts.

"Let me make it better." Hannah slid her hand under the hem of Grace's shirt, her fingers finding Grace's stomach, stroking it. Her hand ventured higher. gently massaging the curve of Grace's breasts a fingertip brushing the hardened nipple. A moan escaped from Grace.

"Ha-Hannah?"

"Is this okay?"

"Yes."

Hannah moved her lips toward Grace's, her tongue tracing Grace's lips before entering her slightly parted mouth. Hannah's tongue explored hers, slow and languid, the rhythm matching the movements of her fingers, which hadn't stopped their caress of Grace's breasts.

Hannah pulled away from the kiss and lifted herself up. She then lifted Grace up to meet her face to face. Hannah reached for the hem of Grace's shirt, hesitating only briefly before drawing it upwards.

Grace's arms rose to allow Hannah to take off her shirt, leaving her chest bare. Hannah then removed her own, her blonde locks fluttering as she pulled it over her head. She leaned forward, and their bodies met in an embrace, breasts pressing together. Grace let out a shuddering sigh as Hannah's lips found her neck, leaving a trail of kisses

They settled back into bed. Hannah moved on top of Grace, and they kissed as they had in the shower. Hannah's fingers danced along Grace's sides before hooking around the waistband of her panties. She looked up, seeking a silent go-ahead. Grace bit her lip, then nodded, her hips lifting slightly to assist in the removal of the last barrier to her nakedness. Grace then lifted her legs, allowing Hannah to slip off her panties.

Hannah tossed the fabric aside, her eyes locking with Grace's once more. Kneeling on the bed, she slowly lifted one knee, then the other, sliding her own panties past them. With a graceful movement, she unhooked the fabric off her lifted feet behind her, adding to the pile of garments on the floor.

She returned atop Grace's body, this time her legs were spread open to welcome Hannah's embrace. They kissed again, more deeply this time, Grace's legs pressing Hannah deeper into her.

"Hannah?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Hannah's mouth moved down Grace's body, leaving soft kisses along her path before capturing a nipple between her lips. She lingered, drawing circles with her tongue, savoring its rounded shape and mildly sweet flavor. She moved to the other nipple, giving it the same attention, eliciting more quivers from Grace.

Hannah's exploration continued lower. She hesitated at the apex of Grace's thighs before leaning down, brushing her tongue against the skin where Grace's thigh met her hip.

The sensation was new to Grace - gentle and loving, a contrast to the brutal and mocking violations she had endured earlier. Hannah's touch was a revelation, an entry into unknown sensations. The whimper that slipped out of Grace's lips was all the encouragement Hannah needed.

With one hand still laced through Grace's, the other stroked her tummy as Hannah's tongue along Grace's folds, parting them before sliding inside and out.

"Ha-Hannah," Grace gasped, her grip on Hannah's hand tightening. Her body arched off the bed, hips pushing closer to Hannah's mouth.

Hannah lifted her head. "Does it hurt?"

"A little, but don't stop."

While this was happening, Chad continued to be engrossed in his own lurid fantasies about the two women who were just a wall away. He imagined leading them out of the shower and to his bedroom. His hand moved over his erection, images of Hannah and Grace intertwined flooding his mind.

He fancied himself standing over their writhing bodies, watching as they pleasured each other on his bed.

"Want to join, big brother?"

"Well duh, yeah sis," he nodded like a bobblehead doll. "I've been wanting to bone the two of you since..."

Back in Hannah's room, Grace teetered on the brink of her release, her head swaying from side to side. Her legs bent and straightened rhythmically with each lap and swirl of Hannah's tongue, building the tension within her.

"Hannah...I'm...I --" Grace's words dissolved into an incoherent whine of pleasure, her hips twitching under Hannah's ministrations.

"Let go, Grace," Hannah murmured in between licks. "Just let go."

Grace tumbled into a blissful oblivion unlike anything she had ever known. Her body spasmed with waves of ecstasy, each surge releasing primal cries she muffled with her hand.

"The fuck are those two doing?" Chad mumbled, gripping his shaft tighter. "Yeah take it, take it, you tight Asian slut."

Hannah continued, her tongue drawing out the lingering tremors of Grace's orgasm. Her lips then moved straight up the middle of Grace's torso until she found her mouth, their tongues meeting with the softness of a whispered Chopin nocturne.

"You okay?" Hannah whispered into Grace's ear, pressing soft kisses along her jawline.

Through half-lidded eyes, Grace looked at Hannah. "Yeah, thank you Han." she whispered back.

Hannah responded with a tender smile, pressing one last kiss to Grace's forehead before pulling away. She adjusted the blanket around them before settling back into the comforting warmth of their shared bed.

Chad fought back groans of his own as he reached his climax, jizz shooting past its intended landing spot on his stomach right onto his face, startling him. He reached for his shirt, wiping himself off as his heart pounded at the thought of what he had just done - jerking off to his sister and her friend.

Grace and Hannah lay tangled in each other's arms. Silence descended upon them, the peaceful lull quieting the emotions churning inside each of them. The night air that seeped through the thin curtains was cool, causing goosebumps to form on Grace's skin. Sensing her discomfort, Hannah pulled the blankets around them tighter.

"Better?" she asked.

Grace nodded before snuggling closer into Hannah. "Much better," she mumbled, her eyes growing heavy with sleep.

They were being recorded. Hannah's step-father had installed a hidden camera in Hannah's room, in a fit of lecherous curiosity that he had regretted and denied to himself ever since. He never actually used it until now, never dared to face the monstrous reflection of his desires.

That evening, he and Hannah's mother returned home drunk from their weekly night out. She immediately passed out on her bed. He, in his drunkenness, decided to look at his recording.

The sight that greeted him on his computer screen was more than he had ever dreamed of seeing. His eyes darkened as he watched the girls explore each other, their hands roaming and whispers of pleasure sending shudders through his body. Every detail magnified - Hannah's delicate fingers navigating Grace's tenderness, the synchronized rhythm of their movements, Grace losing herself in ecstasy - it was all there for him.

His shame was forgotten as blood rushed through his veins, fueling his arousal. He found himself unable to tear his eyes away from the screen. Each movement and moan he saw and heard pulled him deeper into a vortex of unbridled lust, his heart pounding in a rhythm matching the one unfolding on the screen. After he finished watching what had unfolded between his step-daughter and her best friend, he returned to his bedroom to find his wife passed out on the bed.

He began to undress her, fumbling as he unbuttoned the front of her dress, turning her over onto her stomach to tug it off her. Struggling with the bra clasp, he tore it off, yanking the garment from her limp body. Her panties came off next after he turned her back over to face him. With a grunt, he shoved her legs apart, his movements rough and impatient. He didn't bother with his own clothes, driven by a primal urge that demanded immediate gratification.

It wasn't his wife he saw. As he pushed himself into her, Hannah's face replaced the one beneath him. He imagined Hannah's gasps, her surprised yelps echoing off the bedroom walls.