It was the summer of 2009. I had just turned 29, my sister, Sharon had just turned 32. I was dropping her off at her house and had no particular place...to be, so I was sitting at her dining room table reading a magazine while she got ready for bed. She walked through the dining room wearing her glasses and one of her husbands T-shirts that barely covered her ass. My sister is not perfect, she’s had two kids. But she’s very pretty, has nice C-cup boobs, and an ass that fits her body perfectly.. ”I didn't hesitate and pulled his boxers down as gently as I could. From the abrasion on it, which was fresh, I knew she had hit him. I noted four white lines of scar tissue on it. I looked at him and said as calmly as I could “Did she do these?”“Yes... after I made my bed wet and she thought I had abused myself.” he said nearly crying. “Michael, what did she hit you with?”“The switch she keeps behind her bedroom door.” he said and he was clearly getting very upset, choking the words out.. He smiled again as he remembered the generosity of friends and the nights of spent in their houses in a double bed with Sylvie. He remembered the final few weeks of the course that first year, which they spent completing practical requirements, staying in an old farmhouse, together, alone. The sheer joy of waking in each other’s arms, every morning, of feeling each other close and naked in bed, of being able to make love together when the mood arose, which was frequently. Would life have been. I finally reached my destination and I immediately dove into the pool to cool off after the past couple of days of heated, passionate fucking. I swam several laps until I got tired. I grabbed a hold of the side of the pool and I lifted myself out of it. I walked over to the towel rack dripping wet to retrieve a towel. I then made my way over to an empty lounge chair. I laid down in it and slowly drifted off to sleep. I guess I was more tired than I originally thought because when I woke up it.