Big Sister's Helping Hoof
Big Sister's Helping Hoof
Sweetie Belle pretended to snore as she felt Applejack’s eyes looking down on her from above. She began to sweat and wished that Applejack would just turn and leave already so that she could scratch the itch on her nose.
Finally, the overprotective sister left the room and Sweetie Belle was free to scratch her nose, and maybe even shift her position a little-
“Jus’ checkin’ up agai-”
“ARGH!” Sweetie Belle clamped her hoof over her mouth and prayed that Applejack hadn’t figured her out. Still, she couldn’t believe how ridiculous Applejack was being, checking in after not even a second had passed!
“Er, eheh… ah’ll jus’ come back in a couple a minutes,” Applejack said as she slipped out of the room.
Sweetie Belle waited for a few seconds to pass before she heard hoofsteps moving away from the room. Now safe, she raised a hoof to her nose and scratched, sighing in relief.
“Apple Bloom seemed a lil’ on edge up there,” Applejack muttered to herself as she peeled apples over the kitchen counter. Peeling apples always helped her to calm down. “Could it be she’s angsty ‘bout me checkin’ in on her every few seconds? Nah, couldn’t be! Ah’m jus’ lookin’ out for mah lil’ sister.”
Applejack put the now-peeled apple in her hoof down and stopped to think for a moment. “When ah was a filly, ah got jus’ like she did whenever Big Mac walked in without knockin’, but that was ‘cause ah-” Applejack gasped. “So that’s it! She’s- But she’s so young! She’s only nine… Well, ah guess kids do grow up fast these days. So mah lil’ sister’s finally at the age where she’s curious about her own body…”
Applejack picked up another apple and brought her knife to it, only to stop as another thought hit her. “But she’s such a frail thing. She’s so vulnerable, what if she hurts herself?” Applejack’s eyes widened and she dropped the items in her hooves as she imagined the worst possible case scenarios in her mind. “What if she’s too rough and she gets sore down there? What if she gets her hoof stuck? What if she’s confused and scared an’ it plays on her mind all psychological-like for the rest of her life?!”
Applejack turned and walked towards the stairs with a determined look. “Well it ain’t gonna happen! Ah’ll do mah sisterly duty an’ make sure mah lil’ sister’s first clop is a good ‘un!”
Sweetie Belle heard the door creak open and just about managed to hold in her frustrated groan as she rolled back onto her side. Her leg hadn’t been given much time to recover, but she could at least feel it now. She resumed her snoring as she heard hoofsteps approaching her.
“Ya don’t have ta pretend,” Applejack said. “Ah know what y’all were up to in here.”
Sweetie Belle gasped. “Y-You did?” she asked in a frightened whisper, sweat dripping from her forehead.
“That’s right,” Applejack said. “Ah know what ya were doin’, Apple Bloom. An’ ya don’t have ta worry. Yer sister is here ta make sure ye’re alright.”
‘She still thinks I’m Apple Bloom?’ “Er, that’s okay,” Sweetie Belle said, altering her voice to sound as much like Apple Bloom as she could manage. “I jus’ need some rest.”
“Now now,” Applejack said, reaching down and grabbing the blanket. She felt her sister tug at it to keep her from lifting it. “There’s no need ta feel ashamed or embarrassed. Ye’re mah sister, an’ ah wanna make sure yer first time is safe an’ enjoyable.”
“My- Mah first time?” Sweetie Belle asked.
“Ah’ll show ya what ta do, so jus’ leave it to yer big sister.” Applejack gave up on removing the blanket, realising that her stubborn sister would not let her remove it. Instead, she simply slipped her hoof in from the top and trailed it down the filly’s small body. “Ye’re sweatin’ an awful lot.”
‘Of course I am. This room’s hot, and you keep almost catching me!’ Sweetie Belle thought as she lay still in the bed, wondering what Applejack was doing. Was she going to massage her or something? She froze as she felt the hoof reach between her hind legs and gasped.
“Ye’re awful wet,” Applejack said as she moved her hoof about in small circles. “Don’t worry. Ah’ll take care of it, lil’ sis.”
‘L-Like I said, of course I’m sweating!’ Sweetie Belle wanted to shout that, but she couldn’t bring any word to her throat as all she could focus on was keeping her mouth closed so that her telltale squeaks wouldn’t give her away. She wondered what Applejack was doing, and why it was making her feel the way that it did. Her crotch was heating up, her hind leg was kicking, and she felt like there was a fire growing in her loins.
“Is that good?” Applejack asked. “Ya gotta start slow like this. Ease into it, an’ then…” Applejack stopped and slowly eased the tip of her hoof into her sister’s slit. “Ye’re still young, so don’t go too deep. If it starts ta hurt, let me know.”
“M-Mhmm…” Sweetie Belle fidgeted and let small moans slip out as she felt the tip of Applejack’s hoof slipping in-and-out in a steady pattern. It startled her at first, but it certainly didn’t hurt her. She wasn’t sure what she was feeling, but it wasn’t painful.
“Don’t hold it in,” Applejack said. “Y’all burst a blood vessel. It’s okay; we’re the only two in the house so nopony’ll hear ya moanin’.”
Sweetie Belle still resisted as best she could in order to keep her cover hidden, but she couldn’t hold it in any longer as she felt Applejack’s hoof flicking against her clitoris. “Aah!” Sweetie Belle quickly bit into her hoof in order to silence herself again.
“That’s it. Let it all out.” Applejack continued to play with her sister’s private area, determined to drive her sister towards a pleasant first orgasm. “This little bump here? This is yer ‘clitoris’. It feels real good ta play with, but be careful. Ah don’t want ya blackin’ out ‘cause ya overdid it.”
‘W-What’s happening to my body?’ Sweetie Belle thought as her panting increased drastically. Squeaks and drool both leaked out of her mouth and she closed her eyes as she felt the fire down below burning hotter and hotter, until suddenly a familiar feeling reached her. ‘I-I’m gonna pee!’
“That’s right. Don’t hold in yer breaths,” Applejack said as she returned to hoofing her younger sister’s opening. She heard her sister moaning more openly now and felt her hind legs parting a little. “That’s it, Apple Bloom. Jus’ let it all out. Ah’m here for ya.”
‘N-No. Stop. I’m gonna pee. I-I’m gonna-’ With one final squeak, Sweetie Belle clenched her mouth shut and curled herself up as she felt an intense wave of pleasure pass over her entire body. She felt herself leaking down below, but her thoughts were lost in the intense feelings being sent all throughout her body, turning her mind blank.
“Atta girl. Don’t hold it back,” Applejack encouraged, still continuing her motions as she felt her sister squirting her first orgasmic juices onto her hoof. She rubbed her other hoof along her sister’s body over the blanket, and only stopped when she felt her sister’s lower lips stop twitching. “All done? Ah told ya ah’d make it feel good.”
Sweetie Belle couldn’t respond. She was still lost in a mixture of daze and confusion.
“It seems ye’re a lil’ tuckered out,” Applejack said as she retreated her hoof, amazed at just how much cum had stained it from just one orgasm. “Wow. Y’all had a lot, huh? Guess ah’d better go wash this off. Ah’ll let ya rest up.” Applejack brought the blanket just a little higher up her sister’s body, and gave the filly a gentle peck on the cheek. “Sleep tight, lil’ sis. Ah love you.”
As Applejack left, Sweetie Belle continued to take heavy breaths as she simply stared vacantly into the space before her. After a couple of minute had passed, Sweetie Belle’s mind had cleared, and her breathing had returned to normal. She slowly sat up in Apple Bloom’s bed and stared down at her lower half beneath the blanket, wondering what Applejack had just done to her, and more importantly, why her own sister had never done it to her. It did indeed feel ‘good’, as Applejack had put it. In fact, it felt more than that, and Applejack said that she did it because she loved her sister.
‘So why hasn’t Rarity-’ Sweetie Belle’s thought was cut off as the wardrobe door opened up, and the pegasus filly she had forgotten was there stepped out. She was breathing and sweating heavily, her mane was a dishevelled mess, and when Sweetie Belle flicked the light on to see better, she could see that Scootaloo’s hoof was wet.
“Hey,” Scootaloo said, “Wanna switch now?”
