Crossing Paths

Shortly after Frigid and Leech had departed for the morning, a visitor came rapping at the now vacant home’s door. Extraordinarily short in stature, with a dirty blonde mane and tail, teal fur covered the pegasus mare from hoof to head. Interestingly enough, after issuing a third set of knocks, she fished into her shoulder bag, produced a key, and let herself inside.

Silently trotting through the foyer, she surveyed the home’s interior. Wandering through the kitchen, dining area, and living room, she eventually wound up in the bedroom. With nopony to stop her, and perilously little else to do, she did what any trespasser would do - she started snooping.

Sporting all the hallmarks of a bachelor’s pad, there wasn’t much that caught her interest. Furrowing her brow, intent to find something amusing, she peeked beneath the bed. Spying a stack of magazines, she pulled the publications out for further inspection; they were porn, as expected, although she did discover something of note.

Nestled among the pages were a hoofful of loose photos. The pictures themselves weren’t exceptionally out of place, yet there was one particularly striking thing that threw her off - they were of her. The subject matter of said pieces varied wildly, from cute and mundane to painfully compromising. Needless to say, she was slightly surprised.

Crawling onto the bed, with her purloined photos in her wing, she studied them intently. Exactly why the homeowner would have such scandalous images of her was unclear, yet she found herself captivated. Making herself comfortable, intent on getting an answer, she awaited his inevitable return...

With a pair of grocery bags slung over his wings, trotting up to his house, Frigid slowed. He knew good and damned well he’d closed the door on the way out, so the fact that it was slightly ajar was massively disconcerting. Someone or something was in his house and he sure as hell wasn’t expecting visitors. Slipping inside, as silently as he could, he set his purchases on the floor.

Tensely slinking through the house, his ears swiveling for any signs of movement, he sought out the intruder. There was no guarantee that anyone was still there, considering he’d been gone for nearly an hour, but that did little to calm his nerves. Having swept the kitchen, dining room, and den, the only area left to check was his bedroom.

Taking a breath to calm his nerves, preparing for a possible altercation, Frigid threw the door open and scanned the area. Nothing was out of place, not a single thing was missing, although something rested on his bed - not just a something, a someone. Peering at the pegasus resting on his mattress, his pupils shrank to pinpricks.

It was almost like looking at a miniature version of himself. Painfully small, even more so than the unicorn who’d been sharing his bed, she impassively stared back at him. Slowly - ever so slowly - a mischievous grin split her features. As his gaze wandered lower, to the arrayed photos before her, a knot formed in his stomach.

“So, I have to ask,” she began, plucking a particularly provocative picture of herself from the cushioned surface, “when did you find the time to take this gem, brother...?”

His twin sister, Cold’s eyes, mane, and tail colors all matched Frigid’s own. Hell, she even had freckles like him. The largest and most glaring difference between them, besides the fact that one was double the size of the other, was their sex. She was one of his three siblings and, ironically enough, the only one which wasn’t married.

“What are you doing in town?” Frigid blurted, his mind going a mile a minute.

Cold shrugged impassively, examining the photo in her hoof. “Was passing through on the way to Manehattan, thought I’d swing by for a visit,” she explained.

Frigid thought for a moment and looked around. He hadn’t seen any luggage or bags on his way inside, and there weren’t any in his room. Like himself, his sister wasn’t wearing anything - well, besides the tie in her mane. Squinting, doing his best not to focus on the stash of images she’s ferreted out, he leveled a hoof at her.

“If you really are on the way to Manehattan, where’s your stuff?” he asked. The question was extraordinarily valid, considering she was an athlete like himself. While he’d chosen snowboarding, his twin was an accomplished surfer.

“On the train...When did you even take this one?” Cold countered, inspecting a picture of her showering.

“I…” Frigid faltered, trying and failing to come up with an excuse. Taking a step back, shying away, his sister was far from finished with him.

“You know,” she sighed, tidying the images into a neat little pile, “most of these suck…” Smiling broadly, noticing his confused look, she lazily flopped to her side. Facing him and maintaining eye contact throughout, she extended a wing, seized her fetlock, and pulled her legs apart. “This…” she mused, unabashedly striking an obscene pose, “This is the sorta thing you get a picture of.”

Frigid’s heart raced, his cheeks darkened, and his stallionhood languidly slipped from his sheath. Seeing anycreature presenting themselves in such a fashion would have been hot as all get-out, but the fact that it was his sibling, his own flesh and blood, added a taboo element to the show. Objectively speaking, she was attractive, pithy, and quite talented - a fine catch for any stallion or mare lucky enough to have her. Needless to say, their relationship could be described as complicated.

The twins were the same age, they’d grown up under the same roof, and they’d both been into sports since they were foals. For all intents and purposes, they were best friends growing up - sure, they’d had the odd fight or squabble, yet they’d always made amends. Of course, as they’d gotten older, with each finding themselves having curious thoughts about the opposite sex, they’d discussed and explored the subject at length.

What started as an innocent curiosity, between a brother and sister’s budding bodies, gradually transitioned into somethinga bit more complex. Looking and talking gave way to touching and feeling; gradually, driven by their youthful lust and trust with one another, they’d given themselves to one another and crossed a line together.

After that first drawn out, awkward, and rather uncomfortable time, nothing had changed between Frigid and Cold - well, almost nothing. They still hung out, helped each other with problems, and playfully talked shit, only sometimes their banter would result in something erotic. Honestly, they each considered it all in good fun; so long as nopony was getting hurt, and they weren’t found out, it was harmless.

“Hmmmm,” Cold hummed, thoughtfully rubbing her chin, “maybe one kinda like…” Trailing off, she hopped to her hooves, faced away from her brother, and pressed her fluffy chest to the mattress. Reaching back with her wings, delicately tugging her buns apart, she willed herself to wink. “Just tell me when you’re gonna get the camera, I’d hate to blink for the shot,” she laughed, watching his blush darken.

Forcing himself to look away from her painfully sculpted thighs, Frigid glowered at her. “Really? You’re just going to come into my house, rummage through my shit, then put on this little show like it’s -”

“Yeah, I think I am,” Cold interrupted, speedily getting to her hooves. Jumping from the bed, she boldly trotted over to her towering brother and leered up at him. “So what’re you gonna do about it?”

Glowering down at her, he knit his brow. As much as he hated to admit it, he couldn’t be upset with her behavior; not only had he amassed a small trove of bawdy photos of her, but he’d done so without her knowledge. With a heavy sigh, he shook his head and closed his eyes.

“Alright, I’m sorry. It was kind of a dick move and I-”

“Where’s your camera?” Cold asked, cutting him off.

“Excuse me?” Frigid countered, rearing back slightly.

“Where. Is. Your. Camera?” she repeated, punctuating every word with a small prod to his broad chest.

“My closet. Why?” he countered, his unease starting to mount.

“Alright. Get on the bed and strike a sexy pose. If you’re gonna keep a bunch of stuff of me, be damned if I’m not gonna have a hoofful of raunchy pictures of you,” Cold snickered, nonchalantly trotting past him. Reaching his closet and opening the door, she fluttered up to the storage shelf above his hanging wardrobe.

“I…” Frigid began, unsure of what to say. It made sense, in a way, but he hadn’t been expecting the abrupt request. Standing there, he watched her pull the camera bag from amongst his things.

“Why aren’t you on the bed yet?” she inquired without looking at him, pulling the device from its case.

On one hoof, Frigid was compelled to oblige her - on the other, the entire situation made him rather uncomfortable. Taking a step towards the mattress, he accepted his fate. Like it or not, despite the fact that she’d seen fit to snoop through his stuff, he was in the wrong. Stepping onto the padded surface, he made himself comfortable.

“Alright, now, let’s see the goods,” Cold teased, pointing the contraption at him.

Reluctantly, the stallion obliged; spreading his legs, he revealed his semi-flaccid length and dark, weighty testes. It was embarrassing, sure, but there was an undeniably arousing note to the circumstances he found himself in. Though he’d had every intention of keeping his eyes on the floor, to avoid looking at her, he heard her get closer.

“Really? That’s it?” she grumbled, gazing at his package. “I’m surprised you don’t have a stiffy, since you just got a good look at me. Just jack off or something, I’m not wasting film on a floppy dong.”

His temper flaring, Frigid glared at his sister. “If you’re that hellbent getting a picture of my wood, come over here and get me hard,” he muttered darkly. It was only after he noticed her setting the camera down did he realize he’d made a miscalculation.

Moving to the foot of the bed, Cold’s gaze wandered from her brother’s groin, up his chest, and to his face. A part of her had hoped he’d goad her into action, although she would’ve gotten what she’d wanted with or without the minor provocation. Slithering onto the mattress, she slowly kissed her way up his thigh.

She certainly hadn’t planned to get any action on her brief visit, though she wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity. Discovering that he’d been keeping pics of her, knowing that he’d been getting off to her, was extraordinarily hot. As she closed on his crotch, getting the first tantalizing hint of his scent, her marehood grew moist.

Lying there, watching his sibling inch towards his package, Frigid was torn. He was slightly upset with her unruly behavior, although being bossed around by the small mare was a massive turn-on. The closer she got to his junk, the harder he got - the harder he got, the quicker she moved. Ultimately, after what felt like an eternity, her nose pressed gently against his plump balls.

“I’m hard now,” he smugly noted, peering past his towering stallionhood at her.

“I know,” Cold whispered, her breath hot against his nuts. Pushing herself up slightly, gently grasping his tool with a wing, she pulled his stallionhood towards her face. An erection was only the start of her plans for him.

Wetting her lips, she lovingly kissed and suckled upon the broad, fat tip of his dick. Frigid was big by any standard and could easily have gotten into the adult entertainment industry; the fact that she was significantly petit and small statured only exacerbated things. His prick was almost as big around as her leg, so fitting into her mouth was a bit of a challenge.

Frigid fought against the urge to buck his hips, as his sister worked the first bit of his stallionhood into her maw. The look of concentration on her face spoke volumes of how hard she was trying, which only got him worked up more. Extending a wing, he sweetly caressed her cheek with the feathered appendage.

Inspired, Cold endured. Running her tongue around his glans and applying a touch of vacuum, she bobbed her head. Slurping loudly, adding an auditory element to the scene, she quickly got her first taste of his pre-cum; salty and cloying, it coated her taste buds and caused her pulse to quicken. Rubbing her thighs together, she fought to quell the growing ache in her loins.

Momentarily losing focus, Frigid’s body had had enough. Thrusting into the mare’s face, instantly sending the tip of his cock to the back of her throat, he cursed under his breath. Her eyes went wide and she gagged around him, a heartbeat before she reeled back - coughing and sputtering as she withdrew.

“Fuck, sorry,” he apologized, leaning forward to comfort her. As he reached for her, she batted his foreleg away and grimaced.

“Since you - Cough - want it that bad,” she purred, crawling up his colossal body, “I guess I’ll have to give it to you…”

Moving over his frame, leaving her slick and hot nethers pressed against his turgid dick, she craned her neck upwards. Lying on top of him, feeling herself steadily rise and fall with his breaths, she was reminded of his immense size. As he looked up at her, breathing softly on her face, she felt his length twitch against her.

“Is that so?” he cooed, raising an eyebrow.

Hauling herself forward a hair, bringing the head of his stallionhood to her entrance, Cold reversed course. Exhaling through pursed lips, keeping herself relaxed, the pressure on her entrance steadily mounted. Had it been her first time tangling with somepony of his size, she would have been up the creek without a paddle; fortunately, although it was always a trial, she’d had a bit of experience.

Inching back, applying more force, her efforts were eventually rewarded. Her marehood yielded, leaving the bloated head of stallionhood lodged inside of her. Hissing, doing everything she could not to clench, she screwed her eyes shut. She’d crossed the biggest hurdle, but there was still a lot dick to cover.

Frigid knew it wasn’t easy for her, especially since it had been months since they’d fooled around, so he felt inclined to offer assistance. “I could-” he was cut off, as she jammed a hoof to his face.

“No talking,” Cold murmured, slowly starting to rock back and forth on him. Bit by bit, she worked herself on his stallionhood. Taking her time, getting herself nice and warmed up, she worked him into her canal.

Reclined on his back, Frigid could restrain himself no longer. Wrapping his forelegs around her shoulders, he leaned in and pecked her nose. She was trying her best, that much was certain, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t lend a helping hoof. As tenderly as he could, he bucked his hips to meet her backward thrusts.

Stifling a throaty groan, Cold gnawed her lip. The physical sensation of being so stuffed, stretched to the limit by her brother’s insanely large cock, was unlike anything else she’d ever experienced. She lacked a fair bit of practice, since she wasn’t as liberal with loving others as he was, which certainly didn’t help the intensity of their taboo love-making. Pining for more, her pace increased.

Given their varying sizes, it wasn’t long before Frigid bottomed out. Sensing the tip of his stallionhood bump against her womb, feeling her shudder on top of him, he gave her a moment to adjust. It was exceptionally rare for a mare to accommodate all of him, and his sister was no exception. Caressing her back and thighs, he slipped a hoof under her chin.

“Might be a new record,” he playfully mused.

The brief respite, while appreciated, did little to quell Cold’s burning passion. Giving him an all-too-brief kiss, she pushed herself up into a seated position. Straddling his torso, supporting herself on her hind legs, she began bouncing on him. The position gave her a superb view of his face, while giving her control over his depth in her finite confines.

Reaching out, rubbing her upper thigh and belly, Frigid let her do most of the work. Even after she was warmed up, he’d have to be mindful not to get too excited - the last thing he wanted was to derail their morning with an overly enthusiastic thrust. Smiling down at him, his pint-sized twin’s wings flapped behind her.

Practically feeling her brother staring, Cold cracked an eye open. Sure enough, the big lug was looking right at her. She didn’t really mind the attention, too focused on sating her lust to care, yet it did give her an idea. Leaning back and placing her forehooves on his thighs, she reclined slightly.

“H...how’s that for a - Mmmmn - view?” she mockingly asked, proudly displaying her nethers.

Frigid couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen something so hot. The lightly colored flesh of his stallionhood plunged in and out of his sister’s dark, meaty entrance. Besides the extraordinarily arousing sight, the hot, snug sensation around his cock was to die for. Even though he’d only managed to sink two-thirds of his shaft into her, the exquisite feeling of her vice-like marehood more than made up for any shortcoming.

Precariously balancing herself on one foreleg, Cold brought her free hoof to her groin. Carefully, while she continued to rut herself on her enormous sibling, she rubbed and kneaded her winking clit. Focusing on the delicate bud of flesh, while impaled on the massive dick, caused her composure to wane. Trembling slightly, she whimpered in delight.

The auditory cue was too much for Frigid to bare. Slipping his wings under her forelegs, drawing her attention, his hips ground to a halt. There was no guarantee she’d be willing to oblige his request, though if he framed it right…

“Can we try reverse for a second?” he asked, hoping she’d take the bait.

“You always did have a weakness for asses,” she chuckled, shaking her head. Cautiously, she began the laborious process of turning around.

Physical discrepancies aside, executing an about face while impaled was no easy task - fortunately, the pair of pegasus worked in harmony. Being mindful to keep her balance, Cold awkwardly started turning in place. Frigid, putting his size to good use, used his wings and forelegs to help her along. It took them a minute, but he soon had a picturesque perspective of her freckled backside.

“Happy now?” she teased, swinging her tail to the side and flexing her glutes. Peering back at him, noticing a devilish grin on his face, she realized something was amiss.

Getting his sister into position was only the first step of his plan, successfully capitalizing on it was another. Pushing himself into a seated position, Frigid swiftly wrapped his feathered appendages around the smaller pegasus. Holding her tightly, minimizing the chances of his cock plunging too deeply or escaping entirely, he rolled onto his side and dragged her along with him.

It took Cold a second to wrap her head around what had happened, considering how jarring the maneuver was, but she quickly glared over her shoulder at her monstrous twin. “Next time, warn me when you - “ she gasped, her statement lost, when he thrust into her. The first plunge was followed by a second, then a third, until he was steadily humping her from behind.

“What was that? It almost sounded like you wanted me to stop…” Frigid wickedly tutted, his motions slowing a hair.

“D...don’t stop!” Cold pleaded, ineffectually bucking back to his waist.

The heat of his chest against her back, his breath hot against her ear and cheek, the way his wings lovingly held her and pulled her close, it was all too perfect, the ultimate representation of their intimacy and love for one another. Nothing they could or would ever do could better represent their care and fondness for each other more than the rare moments of affection they shared.

Cold’s heart thundered in her chest, a nova of warmth was welling within her, and her barely restrained mewlings raised an octave. Turning her head to the side, brushing her muzzle against her brother’s face, she met Frigid’s gaze. She realized she wasn’t going to be able to last for much longer, so she wanted to make it count. Closing her eyes, she pressed her lips to his.

Though the mare may not have been aware of it, Frigid wasn’t too far behind his sister. Thrusting into her, as they spooned on his bed, was a wonderful change of pace. Sure, he and Leech may have done it like a pair of raunchy teenagers, but this was different; unlike the sassy little strumpet he’d wound up cohabitating with, there was an emotional component with his twin.

The speed and force of his bucking hips increased, if only slightly, as his stallionhood started to flare. Nestled against her womb, locking into place, the battering ram-like tip repeatedly kissed her inner entrance. Worming his tongue into her mouth, as the nova of bliss overtook him, he came.

Moaning into his mouth, the heat and pressure of Frigid’s foal batter pushed Cold over the edge. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her marehood quivered and violently seized around the stallionhood filling her depths, and her body quivered. Climatic nectar leaked and fitfully squelched from her sex, bringing with it traces of her brother’s spunk, though it was a pale testament to the unfettered rapture she endured.

As infrequent as their taboo romps were, she dare not subject herself to them more often. Whenever they shared a bed, making love with each other, a part of her realized that she could become addicted to such delights. For her own sake, if nopony else's, she had to limit their time together, lest they become inseparable.

Panting, feeling the mare shiver in his grasp, Frigid sweetly stroked her head. He’d had no way of knowing his sister would appear that morning, though he was pleased with the unexpected turn of events. As the post-coitus euphoria washed over him, he draped his head over her shoulder.

“You going to be in town for long?”

“T...the train is going to leave in about an hour,” Cold croaked, awkwardly glancing over at him, “but there’s another one coming through later this evening.”

As impulsive as their canoodling was, she’d had the forethought to plan for a protracted delay. Truthfully, she’d had no way of knowing if her brother would even be in town, so making a surprise visit had been a bit of a gamble - still, she was happy she’d gotten a chance to see him. Knowing they’d have a few hours to lounge around, she nestled herself against his back.

Content to bask in the afterglow, the two lounged on the bed for several minutes. Neither was tired, so napping wasn’t really an option, but the thought of abandoning their embrace wasn’t a pleasant one. Surprisingly enough, it was the mare who made the first move.

“Alright, I can’t let this dry in my fur,” Cold groused, carefully pushing herself up. “After you throw these in the dirty laundry,” she added, tugging at the corner of the bed sheet, “feel free to join me.”

Squirming away from her sibling, she hauled herself off the softened length of stallionhood; even while flaccid, it was quite a bit to handle. As she got to her hooves, the tip of his length slipped from her entrance. A tremor shot through her, as her canal was left suddenly vacant. Knowing what was coming, she angled her behind towards his face.

“Bet you like that…” she quietly snickered. Bracing her legs and lifting her tail, she flexed her pelvic muscles.

Frigid swallowed hard, watching his load dribble and leak out of her winking entrance. Looking past her flank, spying the smug smile on her face, he couldn’t help but chuckle. She was definitely his twin, despite their differences. Pushing himself up, he began gathering the sullied sheets.

His bed was a mess, she was leaking spunk onto his carpet, he was drenched from the waist down in all manner of lascivious juices, but he was content. Trotting into the restroom, after stuffing the linens into his hamper, he joined his sister in the shower.

Once cleaned, the rest of their morning was relatively mundane. The bed sheets had been changed, with the dirty ones thrown into the laundry, and the two found themselves in the kitchen enjoying some tea. Though Frigid had offered to buy some brunch for his sister, she’d politely refused and made due with a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

The pair quickly lost track of time, too ensconced with catching up to notice the morning flying by. Seated at the kitchen table, reminiscing on their youth, they heard the front door open.