Yes

Nervously you look down to where he gives you a few last, lazy pushes and are incredibly relived to see him indeed wearing a condom.

Sending thankful prayers to every deity you can think of you watch the disarmed dick sliding out of your well stretched hole. The tip of the condom looks bloated from the massive load it caught. If not for the condom your fate would have been sealed right here in this sleazy cabin in a third class sexshop. You don't want to imagine what it would be like having to tell your family that you threw your life away by letting some stranger knock you up through a gloryhole.

Thinking more clearly now you step back from the hole, your face burning red with shame, and try to get your cloth back in order. Inspecting your discarded clothes, you are even somewhat thankful for having swallowed every load. Not a single stain shows evidence of your debasement.

Not long afterwards the door finally opens again, and your brother pokes his head in. "Hey sis, I'm back. Had a fun time?" Angrily you stare in his smug face. "Fuck off, idiot. Now drive me back home and don't you dare to mention this to anyone ever, understood?"

The drive home is rather silent. Just before pulling into your driveway, you ask Mike: "So, how much money did I make?"

"About 300 dollars. You were quite popular, especially towards the end."

You are not sure what to feel about that, but when you finally slip under your blanket a sly smile sneaks towards your mouth.