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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      The_Amazing_Chan_and_the_Chan_Clan
  Relationship:
      Anne_Chan/Tom_Chan
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, Brother/Sister_Incest, First_Time, Loss_of_Virginity,
      Love_Confessions, Condoms, Sexual_exploration, Vaginal_Fingering, Hand
      Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-12-07 Words: 4968
****** What A Beautiful Morning ******
by MedryaBloodheart
Summary
     Ever the calculated genius on the outside, inside Tom Chan are
     feelings burning bright for his polar opposite sister.
Tom awoke one January morning to discover that the temperature had dropped
surprisingly. Being Sacremento, it wasn't exactly a bitter cold but it was cold
enough for him to shiver as he slid out of bed. He looked over to Alan's side
of the room to find his brother's bed already made, then at the clock to
realize he'd overslept.
"That's strange. The alarm clock is usually impossible to sleep through," he
mumbled as he headed down to the kitchen. But only his father was there. "Pop,
might you know the location of my genetic equals?" he asked.
"They already left to search for the amulet that was stolen last night, you and
Anne are the only ones still here," Mr. Chan said, and Tom blanched.
"I have no one to blame but myself for sleeping through the alarm," he said. "I
can be dressed within the span of three minutes, and I can rouse Anne from her
slumber in less than two."
"Actually, I would like you two to stay home this morning," his father said.
"So that you can finish recovering from your colds." Tom nodded; last week he
and Anne had been stricken with nasty head colds.
"I understand. Though we may feel perfectly well now, exposing ourselves to
this morning's chill may trigger a relapse," he said.
"You may go back to bed and rest, but try not to spend the whole day there,"
his father instructed.
"Of course, Pop. And may your search for the amulet be a success," Tom said.
"Thank you, my son." His father gave him a short, affectionate hug, then walked
out the door. Tom stood up, taking a deep breath as he headed for his older
sisters' bedroom. He would have an entire day alone with Anne, and he wasn't
about to waste this chance.
For the past year, his feelings for Anne had developed from brotherly affection
into something he knew was wrong, but the more he tried to suppress or even get
rid of them the stronger they became. Then when the dreams started, he knew
there was no sense in denying it to himself anymore.
Telling her was out of the question, he'd decided, but every day it was getting
harder to hide; during their routine investigations of various thefts and
mysteries he found himself sticking as close to her as possible, trying to keep
her safe or seeking protection from her. He was torn between being glad Suzie
and Alan were there to prevent him from acting on his desires and wishing
they'd go off on their own for once so he could have Anne all to himself.
Finally, he decided that at the very least, he knew he had to talk to his
sister about it, and a small, foolish part of him hoped that maybe she might
feel the same way. Of course, he also knew she could very easily react with
disgust and outright disown him as her brother, but the only alternative was
letting his feelings fester until he grew physically and mentally ill.
"God willing, she'll reject me with tact and sensitivity," he sighed as he
stood in front of the closed door, torn between waking her up to talk to her
right away and letting her sleep. After a few moments of careful deliberation,
he went back to his and Alan's room and crawled under the covers, setting the
alarm for nine-thirty.
*
Fortunately, this time the alarm jolted him right out of his sleep. Tom put his
glasses back on, stretched and headed back to his sisters' room. He knocked on
the door and was surprised when it opened under the pressure of his hand;
quietly, he approached his sister's sleeping form, a bit excited. Anne never
wore pants to bed under her knee-length nightshirt, and she always kicked the
covers around in her sleep. He couldn't resist the thought of getting a good
look at her legs to satisfy his own hormonal indulgences before the serious
talk and possible rejection happened.
However, upon inspection, he was disappointed to see that due to the cold,
she'd opted to cover herself completely. Fortunately, the blanket was fairly
thin and molded tightly to her sleeping form. Tom allowed himself a few minutes
to admire the shape of her underneath the fabric, from the length of her legs
to the subtle rise of her breasts.
Finally, he pulled himself back to reality and gently shook her.
"Anne," he whispered, "hey, Anne!"
"Nnh..." She yawned and opened her eyes. "Morning, Tom," she murmured, standing
up and stretching before giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Tom was
surprised by this sudden display of affection, but nonetheless enjoyed the feel
of her slender arms around him and the softness of her lips on his skin. Then
the clock caught her eye, and she immediately let go. "Oh, no, we're late!"
"We're not. Pop wishes for us to remain at home to complete our recoveries from
the ailments that plagued us last week," Tom said.
"Oh, good..." Anne smiled. "So, it's just us, then?"
"Yes." Tom could barely contain the excitement in his voice.
"Then why don't we go downstairs? I'll make us breakfast," she offered, and Tom
laughed nervously. Cooking was not his sister's strong suit, but if he wanted
her in a good mood when he told her his dirty little secret he couldn't tease
her about it. Not today.
"Actually, I thought that perhaps we could prepare breakfast together," he
said. "If you're still recovering from your illness, I'd hate for you to
exhaust doing all the work."
"It's okay, Tom, we both know I'm a lousy cook," Anne laughed. "But yeah, I'd
like that. It could be fun, working together in the kitchen."
Tom smiled, and they headed down to the kitchen.
 
Breakfast was a simple affair of fried eggs and sourdough toast with orange
marmalade. Tom found himself sneaking several glances at her while they ate,
especially when she would lick the sticky marmalade from her lips or her
fingers.
After they'd cleaned the kitchen, they went back upstairs. Tom took a deep
breath, knowing it was now or never to confess.
"Anne? There's an extremely pressing matter I must discuss with you," he said.
She looked at him, sisterly concern in her eyes.
"What's wrong, bro?" she asked as they sat down on her bed.
"It's...something of a scandalous nature, unfortunately, something that might
deeply shock and disturb you. I don't wish to traumatize you, but at the same
time I feel you deserve to know."
Anne tensed visibly.
"Go on..."
"It's...about you and I. For some time now, my feelings towards you have
intensified," he began. "And while I'm aware of the taboo involved, suppressing
them has only served to amplify them." Her eyes widened and she definitely
looked thrown for a loop, but surprisingly not disgusted. "And recently, I've
begun to have...dreams, of a rather racy nature about us, and..." He swallowed,
his throat suddenly feeling dry. "I understand if this enrages you, Anne, I
know what I feel for you is unnatural, a brother should never-"
"Tom."
She was blushing quite intensely as she looked into his eyes.
"Yes?"
She put a hand on his forearm and swallowed nervously.
"Would you...um, you know, do it with me?"
"W-what?"
"Will you be my first?"
This time it was Tom who was thrown for a loop. Was he dreaming? Had Anne just
asked him to have sex with her, and shyly at that?
"You...you really want..."
"I know we're too young, and I know we're brother and sister, but lately I
can't think of you as just my brother. And we've always been really close, and
I trust you...this why I've never really liked any of the boys at school. None
of them could ever hold a candle to you. Even if we get on each other's nerves,
in the end it never matters because I know deep down you're wonderful and you
really care about me. Like I care about you."
"A-Anne..." Tom's face grew hot as he listened to her confession.
"Will you, Tom? Will you have sex with me?"
"Well...yeah! I-I mean...I would be honored to engage in sexual intercourse
with you, sis," he said, and Anne giggled.
"Great!" She sighed. "So...um..."
There was only one way to get the ball rolling.
"May I kiss you?" Tom asked, and her response was the most adorable smirk Tom
had ever seen.
"What are you waiting for?"
Tom had only ever seriously kissed two girls in his thirteen years, and he
doubted Anne was that much more experienced than he was. Closing his eyes, he
tried to channel his memories of those kisses as he leaned in. Anne seemed to
sense his anxiety, as he suddenly felt her hand on his cheek followed by her
breath against his lips. Steeling his nerves, he closed the distance.
It was nothing like his dreams, it was awkward and slow and clumsy, but somehow
this made it better, knowing she was just as nervous as he was. Her lips were
soft and surprisingly pliant despite the eagerness of her kiss, and she still
tasted faintly of orange marmalade.
Feeling slightly more bold, he placed his hands on her shoulders, then let them
travel down the slim length of her body until one settled on her waist and the
other cupped the flannel-covered swell of her breast. Anne moved closer, the
hand on his cheek moving up to catch in his hair as her other hand went to his
chest, toying with the topmost button of his pajama top.
When they finally broke apart, Tom felt like he was on cloud nine and Anne was
blushing like crazy, but smiling brightly.
"Wow," she gasped, "not bad for an amateur!"
"My assessment of your kissing ability is identical," Tom said, then blushed
slightly. "Er, sorry. I know my loquaciousness-er, love of big words and
technical mumbo-jumbo is kinda...well, annoying."
"Sometimes," Anne laughed, "but to be honest I think it's pretty cute." She
poked the tip of his nose. "You wouldn't be Tom without it." His blush
deepened.
"Aw, Anne..." He noticed her hand was still on the button. "Oh, right. I guess
we should get undressed if we're going to do this right."
"That's probably a good idea," Anne said. "So...who goes first?"
"Maybe we better do it together," Tom suggested. "Or...we could undress each
other?"
"Oh, okay! I mean...yeah, that makes sense."
As Anne's fingers went to work on his pajama top, Tom nervously fumbled with
the buttons of her nightshirt. His heart pounded in anticipation, he was about
to see the breasts he'd been admiring since he was twelve years old. Anne
finished first, and Tom stopped to shrug the shirt off the rest of the way;
suddenly he felt very self-concious. He was thin with barely-visible muscles
and a few freckles on his chest.
"I've still got a few years to go before I look anything like Henry," he
mumbled, but Anne didn't seem to care as she studied him with utmost awe.
"You're...really coming along, there. I-I mean, not that you're..." She laughed
nervously. "You're very good-looking." She traced her fingers along the flat
planes of his stomach, up to the small swells of his pectorals, and Tom gave a
low, quaking moan.
"Your hands are so soft..." He then realized he hadn't finished undressing her;
he scrambled to undo the rest of the buttons, then pushed the fabric out of the
way, revealing her slim but toned figure and small, soft breasts.
"They look a lot bigger up close!"
Anne blushed, obviously fighting the urge to cover herself.
"I-I know they're not as big as Suzie's...it's never bothered me, big ones
would just get in the way, but still, I-"
"They're beautiful." Tom brushed a kiss over her forehead. "You're beautiful.
Sometimes I hate those t-shirts you always wear, they hide everything."
"Tom!" She giggled, kissing his cheek. Tom smiled and took a deep breath, hands
poised just above the twin rises.
"C-can I..."
"What do you think?" she teased.
It was strange, he'd seen plenty of pictures and diagrams of the female body
during sexual education week and health class, plus in all the encyclopedias he
read for fun. He'd taken quick, nervous glances at Henry's small collection of
adult magazines (he still blushed with embarrassment remembering the day he was
caught, luckily for him Henry was very understanding!).
But none of it came close to seeing Anne's breasts exposed right before him,
the feeling of them in his palms as he cupped them, tentatively rubbing with
his fingertips. Her moans startled him at first, but she nodded at him to keep
going. After a few minutes of carefully exploring her breasts, he carefully
brushed his thumb over a nipple.
"Mm...yeah, keep doing that," she moaned, her own hands stroking his chest
again. "Hmm, I wonder if it'd feel that good for a guy..."
"Only one way to find out," Tom said, and was rewarded by her fingertip
circling his left nipple. Tiny pinpricks of pleasure went through him; he
always wondered why men had nipples when they obviously didn't need them, but
now he understood.
"Like that?"
"Y-your experiment has proven successful," he moaned. Her fingers gently
tweaked his nipple, and his lightly pinched hers in return. Unfortunately, it
felt better on his side.
"Oww!"
"S-sorry!" He pulled his hand away and Anne smiled, assuring him that she
wasn't upset.
"It's okay, just remember they're more sensitive on a girl," she said. Tom
nodded, remembering what he'd read about estrogen and the female hormonal
system.
"Right." Without thinking, he bent his head and kissed where he'd just hurt
her; Anne squeaked in surprise as her head shot up.
"Tom!"
"I-I thought that might lessen the pain," he stammered. "Did it?"
"Yes, thank you." She affectionately tweaked his nose. "So...shouldn't we
finish getting naked, now?"
"Oh!" Tom looked down and realized they were still clothed from the waist down.
"Of course, we can't have sexual intercourse through our pants!" They stood up,
and he gripped the waistband of the thin cotton pants she wore and tugged them
down. He almost chuckled at the sight of her panties; who knew his tomboy
sister was into butterflies? In turn, Anne untied the drawstring of his pajama
pants and let them fall.
"Ants?" she giggled, and he gave her a dirty look.
"I didn't laugh at your butterflies!"
"Heh, sorry. They're cute, really!" she said, and Tom just shook his head. Then
they both remembered what came next and froze.
"I suppose now we overcome the anxiety of viewing each other's nudity for the
first time since we were prepubescent," Tom said. "We've never even
accidentally walked in on each other in the shower."
"Yeah..." Anne rubbed the back of her head. "But I guess we should just get it
over with, the longer we stand here thinking about it the harder it's gonna
be." At the mention of hard, Tom's hand unconciously drifted towards his cock;
he'd been fully erect ever since he'd taken Anne's shirt off.
"Well...here goes nothing." He took a deep breath and shucked his boxers, while
Anne slowly pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. Tom stepped back,
taking in the sight of his sister's fully naked body finally revealed to him.
Her small but proud breasts, the flat plane of her stomach, the subtle swell of
her hips, her slender legs and the small tuft of dark hair between them. He
craned his neck to survey the rest of her; the rear view was just as gorgeous
as the front.
"Wow..."
"You're not so bad yourself," Anne laughed nervously, her eyes transfixed on
his genitalia. Tom's face grew hot as he realized just how intently she was
staring; even the fact that she was blushing didn't make him feel less self-
concious.
"Um...thanks?"
"Don't worry, it's...average! I-I mean, normal, yeah, it's...it's the right
size for you, personally!" Anne's blush deepened. "That is, not that...I'm not
saying it's..."
He had never seen her this nervous before, and his insecurity faded with a
hearty laugh. Anne's head snapped up, hands flying to her hips as she glared at
him.
"What's so funny?!"
"You." Tom reached out and stroked her cheek with his fingers. "You're just so
cute."
"Am what?" Anne fell backwards, sitting down on the bed quickly.
"You heard me." Tom sat down beside her, gently pushing a stray lock of hair
behind her ear. "You're cute, Anne." He grinned. "What, like you haven't heard
it a million times from Pop or Henry or Stanley or other family members
before?"
"Not like that." Anne closed her eyes, leaning into his touch.
"Do you have any idea how cute you are?" Tom asked, kissing the tip of her
nose. Anne snorted.
"I've never seen you like this. You're so..."
"Romantic? Charming? Sweeping you off your feet?"
"Sappy." Anne giggled, throwing her arms around him and kissing his chin.
"You're pretty cute yourself, you know." She opened her eyes halfway, fixing
him with a sultry look as her hand trailed down his torso, and Tom remembered
they had yet to finish their exploration of each other.
"Now, where was I..." Her legs were already spread apart, giving him a more
detailed view of her privates. Labia majora, labia minora, mons pubis, he
mentally recited, harkening back to all the diagrams he'd studied in a remote
corner of the library, praying no one would notice. He'd never imagined he
would actually be seeing those parts up close, let alone touching them.
Tom ran his fingers lightly through her pubic hair, then slid his hand between
her thighs. Tentatively, he stroked the warm skin there with his fingertips,
causing her to gasp; he almost pulled back but Anne shook her head.
"No, it felt good..." Then, she realized her hands were still idle and
carefully reached for his cock, nervously stroking it with her fingertips.
"Wow, I didn't know it got that hard. Um...am I doing it right?"
"Yeah, just...keep doing that!" Tom managed amidst his moans and heavy breaths.
She kept at it for about a minute longer, then grew bolder and wrapped her hand
around his shaft. At that touch, every dream he'd ever had evaporated; who
needed dreams when his sister was right in front of him, in the flesh, stroking
his penis?
When her fingers curiously reached down to touch the sac beneath his erection,
Tom thought he would lose it right then and there until he realized his hand
had stopped moving. He stroked her again; he knew from his research that this
area was often moist and quite warm, but he hasn't expected it to feel so good.
Carefully, he slid a finger between the lips and kept going, Anne clutching his
shoulder with her free hand and crying out. "A-am I hurting you?"
"No..." she murmured, her hand and fingers moving faster against him. Tom
unconciously began thrusting his hips against her even as he tried to stay
focused on his task. His finger kept moving until the tightness of her
virginity kept him from going further.
"It...certainly is snug, here," he murmured. "I must confess a bit of
trepidation at the fact that I'm most likely going to hurt you..."
"Don't worry, I lost my cherry ages ago. Sports do that to a girl," Anne said
between gasps, then shrieked as his finger slid out of her and moved upwards.
"Oh God, Tom..."
He prodded the area he'd just accidentally brushed; a small nub of flesh that
seemed far more sensitive than the rest of her. Aha, the clitoris. Henry's
magazines often claimed this was the elusive mystery spot on a woman, but Tom
didn't quite understand how it could be missed. He rubbed it gently as Anne's
stroking of him increased; it seemed like they were in a race now, and if he
knew his sister he knew she'd stop at nothing to "win". Impulsively, he kissed
her, muffling their moans on the off chance someone might be walking past the
house.
Suddenly, Anne's body tensed up and her thighs squeezed his hand between them;
she tore her lips from his and buried her face in his shoulder with a muffled
scream. Tom froze. Orgasm.
She loosened her grip on him, looking up with flushed cheeks and a goofy smile.
"Wow," she giggled. "That was a trip. I didn't know you had it in you."
"Me either. I've studied the human anatomy in great detail, but even if I knew
what everything was I wasn't sure I could...you know, make it good for you." He
blushed. "It's probably a good thing you had an orgasm when you did, too, or we
wouldn't be able to finish."
"So..." Anne bit her lip. "How are we gonna do this?"
"Most of the pictures I've seen show the man on top, which is tradition," Tom
said. "However, I know a purveyor of feminism such as yourself might not like
that."
"Actually, as much as I'd like to go all women's rights on you, I think
tradition might be a better idea this time," Anne admitted. "It's not like I'd
know what to do."
"Oh, and I would?" Tom snorted.
"You're the one who's read all the books."
"Point taken." Tom ran a hand through his hair. "So...you're really okay with
this?"
"Yeah," Anne said, reaching for his hand. "I trust you." She pressed a brief
kiss to his lips. "I love you."
Three words siblings said to each other quite often without a second thought
suddenly carried a weight they never had before, and Tom felt their warmth
spreading throughout his body.
"I love you too," he whispered, stroking her hair. Then suddenly a thought
struck him like a lightning bolt. "Wait! We need protection!"
"I'm on the pill," Anne said. Tom looked quizically at her.
"You're..."
"For my time of the month," Anne said. "I kept having these really bad cramps
so Suzie took me to her gynecologist and she put me on the pill. So there's no
chance of you knocking me up!"
"While that is definitely a relief, you are aware of the myriad of diseases and
infections that can be spread through intercourse, right?" Tom asked. "Yes,
even if we're both virgins."
"...I guess you're right," Anne said.
"The question is, how do we procure a prophylactic without risking public
humiliation?" Tom mused.
"We could check Henry's drawer," she suggested.
"I'll go," Tom said. "If we're discovered, I'd rather not let you get in any
additional trouble."
"Here." Anne tossed him her oversized blue bathrobe, and Tom had never been
more grateful for his sister's simple tastes; he hastily put on the robe and
tied the sash, then hurried to Henry and Stanley's room. The idea of stealing
from his oldest brother aroused some guilt within him, but he was able to
soothe his conscience by deciding he'd find some way to make it up to Henry.
*
It didn't occur to Tom until he began his search that Henry was much...larger
than he was, therefore his condoms would be as well. But to his surprise, the
box he found in the dresser drawer was a variety pack.
"I wonder why he'd have this," Tom mused, rifling through the box until he
found one that appeared to be his size. Ever so carefully, Tom opened the
wrapper and slid the rubber sheath onto his erection according to the package's
instructions; it was a little snug but an otherwise perfect fit.
Making sure everything in the room was just as he'd found it, he hurried back
to Anne. She lay on the bed in a cutely seductive pose, and his heart skipped a
beat.
"Hey there."
"What kept you?" she teased. Tom smiled and approached the bed, discarding the
robe as he did; she rolled onto her back and spread her legs, and he positioned
himself until he was directly between them. He placed his hands on her
shoulders, and she wrapped her arms around his back.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"I'm well past ready and getting impatient," she mock-grumbled.
"This still might hurt, even without your hymen there's still stretching
involved."
"I use tampons," she said.
"Well, I think I'm a little bigger than a tampon," Tom quipped, and they both
laughed. He looked into her eyes, seeing the love and trust and desire she held
for him reflected in a simple adoring gaze. Taking a deep breath, he slid the
tip of his cock between her folds and began to push in; he felt her tense for a
moment and stroked her cheek.
"Just relax," he whispered, "it's easier if you relax." She did, and Tom
decided it might be easier to do it fast, get it over with.
"Yeow!" She gave a small yelp as he pushed forward.
"Sorry! I thought it might hurt less this way," he said. "Are you all right?"
"It feels weird," she mumbled. "But...it's a good weird..."
He held himself still for a moment, savoring the sensation of her warmth
wrapped around his cock; even through the rubber barrier he could feel it and
it was incredible. Finally, he began to move, making slow pulses with his hips.
Anne closed her eyes and began to moan softly, her own hips grinding against
his as she got used to the feeling of him inside her.
"Tom," she whispered, her eyes smouldering with desire, "you better not hold
back on me. Give it all you've got..."
Her hand grasped the back of his head and pulled him down for a passionate
kiss, the fingertips of the other dancing along his back. She wrapped her legs
around his hips as his thrusts quickened, and Tom ran a hand down the back of
her thigh, giving her backside a squeeze as he pulled her closer.
It was really happening. He was living every dream he'd ever had of her,
gasping and clutching at him, submissive yet demanding, filling his senses. Her
beautiful face, the softness of her skin, the taste of her mouth, the clean
natural scent of her sweat, her moans. Every thrust, every movement, every
breath...he was lost in her and he didn't want to find his way out.
"Anne," he whispered, briefly pulling his mouth from hers, "Anne..."
"Tom..."
"I love you," he groaned, kissing her again, his nerves were aflame and he knew
from the warmth building in his stomach that release was near; he tried to hold
on, tried to bring her to the same point so they could experience nirvana
together, as one...but his body tensed and he groaned inwardly as he reached
his peak.
"Tom!"
"I'm sorry, I-" But he felt her vagina tighten around him one last time, heard
her shriek, and he sighed with relief at the realization that his climax had
triggered hers. Panting, Anne loosened her grip on him and they collapsed onto
the sweat-dampened sheets.
It was a while before the aftershocks had worn off, Tom carefully withdrawing
from her so as not to lose the condom. She opened her eyes, one hand reaching
up to stroke his face.
"Wow," she breathed, "that was...wild. I mean, it was incredible, I can't
believe we just...wow."
"We sure did," Tom sighed, leaning his forehead against hers. "You were pretty
good..." He winked at her. "For a girl."
Anne only smirked, tweaking the earpiece of his glasses.
"So were you," she murmured, "for a brainiac."
"Hey..." He pretended to look hurt. "That's-"
"My brainiac," she added, leaning in to nuzzle him on the neck. Tom drew the
covers over them and nestled his cheek against her hair.
"I love you."
"Love you too, genius." Anne yawned a little. "We should probably get up for
real now, but..."
"...I'm exhausted," Tom finished. "Well, we have the house to ourselves until
later this evening, so we can do as we please."
Anne grinned.
"Well, I think right now we could both use a nice, warm shower," she said, and
Tom matched her grin with his own. It was quite obvious that getting clean was
the last thing on her mind.
"Let me go get another condom, just in case," he said. "We'll have to figure
out a way to reimburse Henry for this. Perhaps it would be in our best
interests to let him in on the secret? I mean, he'll definitely be shocked but
I have the feeling we can trust him."
"Yeah, I think it might be a good idea. Cause otherwise he'll start a fight
with Stanley over the missing condoms, and Stanley can be a real crank when
he's accused of doing stuff he didn't," Anne agreed. "You think we should also
tell Suzie? On the other hand, if she knows, Alan'll be the only one in our
group left out of things. And if he knows he'll feel bad for keeping it from
Stanley, you know how close they are."
"I did consider that, knowing how close you and Suzie are. But the same points
crossed my mind as well," Tom said, idly playing with a few strands of her
hair. "Perhaps we should stick to Henry, and only Henry."
"Sounds good to me," Anne said, poking the tip of his nose. "Oh, and Tom?"
"Yes?"
"Next time, I get to be on top. I'll show you just how good a girl can be."
Tom shivered in anticipation. Time for another dream to come true!
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