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You pull yourself out of Anne slowly, the motion briefly flaring your quaking body into another small orgasm, though your innards are empty and have no more to give. As your flesh parts from hers, a viscous slurry of your collective juices stretches the gap in strands. Lifting her by her hips, you swivel her body so that she is lying diagonally across the bed, and you gently lay her legs down. Depleted, you lay down yourself behind her on the bed, fitting your body in against hers, and drape an arm over her waist. Anne sighs, contentedly.

You lay together for several motionless moments, until Anne breaks the silence. "Thank you for being gentle," she says quietly. "Again, it was an experience unlike any I've had before, and I can tell that it could have been quite painful if you just ... well, did whatever you wanted to." Anne stirs, and turns over, so that the two of you now lie diagonally across the bed, facing each other.

No kidding, you think to yourself. You've never been inside a girl quite as tight as Anne. You wonder if she is, or at least was, a virigin after all.

As if she can read your mind, Anne says "You are probably wondering if I just lost my virginity to you. The answer is no. As I bet you have guessed, I've been having sex with my boyfriend for a little while now." Anne pauses, and scowls, twisting the pretty features of her face. "The thing is, to put it politely, my boyfriend is not very well endowed." A distant look suddenly crosses her face, and she murmers, almost under her breath, "he's not very good at giving head either." Snapping back to it, she continues talking to you. "I was told to expect my first time to be painful, and for it to get better after that. My first time was a little painful I guess, but not really very much at all, and it did get a little better ... I guess ... but not very much." Anne stops again, and looks at you. "When my boyfriend stick his dick in me, I wrap my legs around him to try and pull him in deeper, but he never quite gets deep enough. When you stuck your dick in me ... well, I was afraid of how far you would stick it in." Anne reaches down, and playfully grips your cock. Your dick has deflated slightly, but it still firm enough that when Anne wraps her hand around it, and feels the clear line of juices that demarcate the point of deepest entry, she flushes, then pales. Glancing down, she confirms with her eyes what she felt with her hand. She looks back up at you. "I guess I owe you additional thanks for not breaking me entirely."

Anne lapses into silence. She looks at your face, then down again at your cock, and the look in her eyes is somewhere between curiosity and concern. Your eyes are not idle, either, and you are still drinking in the stunning sight of her bared breasts, the compact curves surrounding and in between her hips, and her smooth legs. Anne follows your gaze, and smiles, then reaches out and runs a single fingertip along the underside of your cock, slowly rousing it to attention.

As you reach out your hand to cup her breast, you hear the distant sound of the garage door opening. You can tell from the look on Anne's face that she hears it to, and in a flash, she has jumped up off the bed, ran to the hallway, picked up her pajama bottoms off the floor, and darted up the staircase. You hear your sister pounding up the upstairs staircase, then a moment of silence before you hear the door from the garage into the house opening. For your part, you quickly pull your clothing back on, and find some homework to use as a cover for the time since you've gotten home.