"We are done, Khrys. This was not fun for either of us but it was necessary for both of us”Khrys got off the bed very gingerly and moved to her sist...r and the two embraced. I finally saw the emotional hug and embrace that I knew earlier I would see. Khrys was crying and telling her sister that she was so very sorry. Klara was crying also and was telling Khrys that she knew that and it was all over. Khrys was forgiven and everything was ok. They would never have to discuss this situation. Rather than rushing to the big mosque on campus, he decided to say prayers in his room. Out of the faucet sputtered a rusty sprinkle. He recited aloud:“In the name of Allah The Beneficent, the Merciful.”He ran his hands under cold water which broke his drowsiness. With a rough bar of soap he washed his hands up to his wrists and between his fingers three times like a surgeon. He did the same with his mouth, nostrils, face and forehead, arms, ears, head, neck, and feet, each three times. When. .. to come...to come," I whisper hoarsely. " Come John, yes, I want you to come. I'm close. I'm so close. Here let me," She whimpered back as I shifted a little to let her replace my too-hard fingers with her own. " Go on, John. Fuck me, John. I'm..." She feels my cock swelling inside her and knew what was to follow. The thought filled her head and she begins to buck her hips against me, her wet fingers rubbing in unison with my slippery flesh. " I'm coming," She whispered as she feels her. There were tears in her eyes. "Yes," she whispered in-between grunts from him thrusting into her. "I hate you. I'd never let you do this if you didn’t own me. Don't treat me like your girlfriend. I'm your property," she reminded him.Jon held a solemn expression as he watched his beloved sister writhe beneath him in discomfort. While he absolutely ignored her wishes in order to establish the current situation, he always hoped she would grow to accept it and him. It seemed as if she had been.