I guessed she had been to bath, but was in no good mood. I silently had my breakfast when i heard my sister’s voice calling me to the bedroom. I was...shocked to c her in a blanket wound on her body. I saw tears from her eyes on her face & just went to her confused & asked her what happened. With more tears rolling out of her eyes she ran & came in my arms with her head on my chest. I confused asked her wht happened. She broke weeping & she told that she was sorry as she rudly denied me this way. ” Sneaking a conspiratorial glance across the pool, “that should get her juices flowing.” Thu sniggered.The girl seemed to have decided there was way too much heat and it was time for a swim. She left her hat and sunglasses in place, and swam leisurely up and down the pool, stepping out at the far end near the shower. There was no doubting that I was right about her swimming costume – once it was wet it was completely transparent, she may as well have been wearing bits of string. The thin. “Hands off, that my job, I’m fucking you tonight” as she took hold my cock and slid it up and down between her wet labia before allowing it to push inside.She just seemed to take it all in, all I could see was her hairy crutch against my hairy crutch, she ground her crutch against mine for what seemed age before she reached forward and placed her hands on my shoulders then lifting herself off me, my cock appearing and then disappearing again as she descended on me. Slowly at first then faster. . and when the pleasure arrived, I was learning to let go of the pain ... to surrender to it ... which made the pleasure all the more intense.I had already experienced pain at the hands of Renaud – in the upstairs bar when he pinched my nipples to make me scream – but at that point I had not associated pain with pleasure. I endured the pain simply to please Him – the nipple squeeze was pain ... the anal sex was pain ... and I’d do it for him because I was in love.In hindsight (amazing how.