“There you are, sis. Mind if I join ya?”
The elder Apple sister lifted her head from its slouch under her hat. She unhooked her crossed ankles and patted a space in front of her on the healthy green grass. Applebloom and Applejack both shared a smile as the younger sister took her familiar seat against the elder one. Although some time had passed since she had been this far into the apple orchard, Applebloom knew that at around this time her sister would be taking a break in the general vicinity.
Applebloom had found her sister resting against a sturdy apple tree. She couldn’t see much of her face, but she was sure she wasn’t asleep. Applebloom was on her own small break so she took the time to visit her family. She figured it would be best to start with Applejack; she was feeling bad about the lack of time she was getting to spend with her sister.
The girls sighed happily as they relaxed themselves in the calm silence. Applejack’s mind went back to wondering once they were both settled comfortably. She thought about how the time had gone by and how she was seeing less of everyone nowadays. Even her own sister, who, along with the rest of Cutie Mark Crusaders, had finally had received her cutie mark, had been spending long periods of time away from home.
Though the Apples were quite proud of their busy and successful little fix-it girl, they still felt a pang of sadness whenever they looked around the farm and realized Applebloom was off on assignment. She would get called on projects all over town, and sometimes out of it, to fix this or decorate that. Quite a few of those the calls had been from Rarity who had started a renovation project on her boutique that had been going on for a while. The end result would probably be something over the top, just like her. Applejack was a little cross as it seemed Rarity had been spending more time with Applebloom than she was able to.
Applejack noticed how much taller her sister had gotten. When was the last time they sat like this? Applejack was sure Applebloom was never this tall. Applejack could hardly see over her head, let alone that pink bow that she had been wearing less often. Applejack, in the midst of her thoughts, let her fingers play with her sister’s beautiful red hair. Applebloom had always taken better care of her hair than Applejack, but in the sparse moments that Applebloom was home she noticed extra grooming.
She washed it more often, combed it more often, put it up in different hairstyles more frequently. And it wasn’t just her hair that was more dolled up, it was even her appearance. Every time Applebloom came home she looked more and more like a young lady. There was no shaking that southern twang, but Applebloom’s grammar and enunciation was greatly improved since her younger days.
She stood with poise and walked with a grace that betrayed her country upbringing and laborious carpentering job. The very outfit she was wearing that day was much classier than her humble overalls. Applejack was almost surprised that she sat on the stain bearing grass. Applejack concluded that Applebloom had become a little southern belle, and she knew the seamstress to attribute that to.
“So, Applebloom, how y’all getting along with all that work Rarity’s been given ya?” Applejack resettled her hat as she leaned her head against the tree.
"Oh, the work she gives me isn’t so much. Her designs for the renovation are pretty specific, but they are fun to build. Occasionally she takes my advice on a few things, but generally she’s as stubborn as you are.” Applebloom laughed at her comparison causing Applejack to relent a little one of her own.
“Well that’s mighty fine to hear. As long as you’re enjoyin’ yourself, I’m happy. So how long are y’all stayin’ with us this time?”
“…The afternoon.”
“Only? Well shucks, Applebloom, I reckon I never get a chance to see ya no more.”
“Yeah… I really do miss you, and Big Mac and Granny, but I just have so much work to get done.”
“Humph. It’s almost as if that girl is keepin’ ya away on purpose.”
Applebloom couldn’t help from giggling quickly. What her sister said was funny, but there was a truth to the words that she didn’t know.
“Heheh, that’s just silly. She’s not giving extra assignments to keep me busy or nothin’.” Applebloom laughed again nervously.
“I never said she did.” She had been suspicious of Rarity’s intentions with her little sister for a while, but she had never looked into it. She knew Rarity wasn’t a bad person, by any means, but she also knew she had a way of attracting people for more than just work or sales.
“I bet you’re just jealous?” It was a low blow, but Applebloom needed something to move the conversation away from where it was heading.
“Well, shouldn’t I be? She’s gettin’ to spend all the time in the world with my favorite sister in the world. Why, it’s like she’s gettin’ to see yah grow up slowly while I hafta see a new part of ya buddin’ every time you come to visit.” Applejack was old enough to realize when someone was trying to distract her, but she took the bait anyway, not wanting to ruin the good mood they were in.
“Applejack” She gasped at her sister’s wording, but laughed nonetheless. “Aw, you know she’s just particular with her work. It takes time for things to get done.”
“When did you get so smart, missy?”
She didn’t have time to answer because her sister’s fingers flew in a frenzy on her sides and stomach. The air was squeezed out her as uncontrollable laughter racked her body. Applebloom tried to pull away from her sister’s attack, but she was no match for the powerful arms, now but a blur of movement lingering over every ticklish spot they could find. She was trapped and from where she was sitting all she could do was take her sister’s tickling ambush.
When Applejack pulled back, they both were winded from laughing. It didn’t ruin her mood, but she pouted a bit when she noticed her sister immediately fussed over her hair. She was defiantly spending too much time with Rarity.
“Here sugar cube, let me help you with that.”
“Thanks.”
Applejack combed her fingers though her sister’s hair. She heard her sister sigh when her fingers rubbed over her scalp. She took her time then to admire the flowing red locks before she fixed them back into the bow. The new angle of her sister’s head, now that she was taller, made it seem strange that she was handling her hair. As if she was dealing with a foreign person. She knew it was a part of growing up, but it came too suddenly for her liking.
Applebloom leaned back into her sister after her hair was done. The warmth of her sister’s front was so much better than the warmth of the sun. She felt her sister’s arms wrap around her to place her hands in her lap. She placed her hands over Applejack’s and looked down at her fingers.
They were long and graceful, but toughened under hard work. Though her arms rested gently around her, she knew the power behind them. They were strong and could haul heavy crates and baskets of apples from one side of the barn to the other. She looked at her sister’s legs that were settled on either side of her. They were instrumental in applebucking the apples out of those mighty trees. They were powerful and fast, toned, but definitely shapely. In fact, for someone so work orientated, Applejack looked pretty good, maybe even better than when she had been much younger.
Applebloom compared her sister: what she looked like then to what she looked like now. Applejack had always looked good, at least to her sister’s eyes, but the time that had passed did her well. Applejack looked older, but she didn’t look old. Her eyes were wiser, her actions were more patient, and her meals were cooked with an aged experience.
Applejack’s hips were wider and her breasts were almost ready to give in to gravity. Yet for all the strain and hard work she put her body, she looked better than most anyone half her age. Her mind was still sharp and her spirit still young.
Applebloom thought her sister looked amazing. She couldn’t believe she didn’t have a special someone already. She would have played the part of a loving mother and wife perfectly. She felt strange imaging her sister with someone though. It was like she only had time for the farm, and her family and friends- however sparse their get-togethers had become.
She left her body to connect to the calm pattern of her sister’s breathing, but her mind refused to let the topic go. It was then that Rarity's words repeated themselves in her head. I see the way you look at her when you think no one else will notice.
Crazy talk. She didn’t look at her any other way than siblings should. So what if her eyes had ever dropped to her behind while she watched her load heavy barrels of apples onto the wagon? And it wasn’t her fault that she had noticed the fine ripples of her taut muscles when it was too hot to keep her shirt buttoned.
Definitely crazy talk.
The soothing side to side sliding her sister’s hand on her stomach brought her out of a comfy daze. That was when she felt Applejack’s hands glided under her shirt, making contact with her skin. Applejack felt her muscles draw in for a moment but she gave no sign of acknowledgment otherwise.
“You know, I really do miss ya, sugarcube.” Applejack moved her face down to her sister’s ear. Her breathe caused a shiver despite the warmth in the air.
“The only thing good about you bein’ so distant is that anytime there’s a visit, I can get a chance to gawk at a new part of ya.”
Something seemed different to Applebloom, something in the way Applejack was talking to her. It felt like way the Rarity flirted with her. The hand under her shirt traveled upward slightly.
“I mean, just look at ya. You just keep lookin’ prettier and prettier every time you stop by. You definitely look better than I did when I was your age. And, just look at these.”
She used both hands to hold each of her sister’s breasts. She leaned her head over her sister’s shoulder to look at what she was holding. Applebloom gasped but didn’t move her sister’s hands away. She noticed that her sister’s voice was lower, as if she was reminiscing, but something reminded her of the way Rarity would purr in her ear to convince her to take a ‘break’ from work.
“I remember when you were as flat as an ironing board, but now you’re sprouting left and right so quick I can hardly keep up with ya.”
Applejack didn’t let go, in fact she moved her hands in subtle circles as if she were testing the weights in them.
“Applejack… what are ya doing?”
“Hmm? Ya know, I’ve been thinkin’. Seein’ as you spend so much time away from the farm, I thought it would be a good idea to get a chance to really get to know what I’m missin’.”
“Wha- What are you talking about?” She felt Applejack adding little squeezes, causing her face to grow ever warmer.
“I just want to get… reacquainted is all.” Her mouth was close to her ear as she slightly pulled her head back from her sister’s shoulder.
“But…”
“But what sugar cube?”
This wasn’t happening. Applebloom wasn’t getting fondled by her sister, it was too absurd to even consider, but hadn’t Rarity said something like this was bound to happen? It isn’t as though you haven’t done this with Applejack already anyway. How could Rarity have known that her sister had the hots for her? And why did Applebloom kind of enjoy it, especially when she felt her sister’s breath tickle her ear while she spoke? No, no. She wasn’t enjoying this, and it had to stop. Rarity was wrong and Applejack was just… tired. She worked way too hard for her own good.
“Aj, you can’t do thi-.” Applejack pinched a nipple through the clothing causing Applebloom to bit her lip. She felt her other hand leave her chest to slide up and down her leg before tracing patterns on the upper part of her thigh, under her skirt.
Applebloom’s breath was coming faster. What was her sister doing? Normal siblings didn’t act like this, so why hers doing this to her? And, why wasn’t she trying harder to escape? Maybe it was because she knew that if Applejack really wanted to she could keep her there without much effort. Or maybe it was because she wanted to see how far her sister was going to go.
Applejack’s fingers trailed closer to the inside of Applebloom’s thigh. Applebloom could feel them sliding farther and farther down. When they stopped Applejack had a firm grip on her leg that she used to massage the sensitive area. Applebloom squirmed, tensing and untensing her leg. It felt way too good to have her sister’s sturdy hands groping her thigh and tweaking her nipple.
“Stop.” The movements did, but Applejack’s hands stayed in place.
“Why?”
Her eyes were closed as she tried to find a distinction between right and wrong. Didn’t she have a reason? Sure, but now that she actually had to put it in words, she couldn’t seem to find it. This was wrong, right? Of course it was, but so was sleeping with the boss and that hadn’t stopped Rarity from opening her bedroom door and oh, so much more.
“Doesn’t this bother ya?”
“Should it?”
And there went more defense out the window. Did it truly bother her that Applejack was touching her this way? She wasn’t sure anymore, but it felt better than it bothered. A lot better than it bothered. What was she afraid of? Hadn’t she talked about this with Sweetie Belle after she walked in on her and Rarity? She told her it was the most wonderful thing to be with a person that was taught to love you regardless of the things you did wrong, and knew you better than anyone else ever could.
Applejack waited for a response. She didn’t rush her and, besides the paused fondling, wasn’t trying to persuade her.
“I guess it shouldn’t.”
Applejack smiled into the kiss she gave her on the cheek, and then lowered her lips onto the base of Applebloom's neck as she dropped another there. She slowly brought her hands back to motion while she listened to Applebloom finally letting little whimpers pass her lips.
She realized it felt good letting go and letting her sister explore her, comfortable even. The situation was new, but the person she was sharing it with was familiar. She could trust her body with her sister and know that there would be no malice in her actions. Applejack unbuttoned her sister’s shirt to expose more skin. Applebloom was going to protest to being outside, but she remembered no one ever went this far into the fields.
Applejack’s lips attacked the new territory when the shirt fell down her shoulders. She didn’t pull it off; she just moved it out of the way. Applebloom brought her hands to Applejack's lap. She didn’t understand how she could work those long hot days in these thick jeans.
Regardless, Applebloom always noted that she looked amazing in them. Applejack liked to complain that Rarity was influencing her, but Applebloom could see that Rarity was able to convince her sister to try different styles from time to time. She convinced her to try on a pair of close fitting jeans she made, and ever since that day Applejack wore nothing but those.
Rarity made pair after pair for her friend and used a comfortable yet durable material. They hung to the curves of her wide hips and firm bottom, which got her more attention from the men in town. As Applebloom ran her hands along those strong shapely legs, she heard her sister sigh. She was glad she could get at least one reaction from her; she couldn’t do much else but take the ministrations of her sister from this position.
Applejack’s fingers slipped under her sister’s skirt, and she rubbed her though her underwear. She could feel that the fabric was already damp and growing damper still. Applebloom was still a bit hesitant, but let her loudest whimper thus far slip as she felt her sister tease her. This time, when Applejack went back to her nipple, she pulled up her bra releasing her breasts from their confines. With her other hand she pulled Applebloom’s panties to the side.
Applejack’s fingers tickled their way along the outside of Applebloom’s moist lips. Her legs quivered when one slender finger barely slipped between them, gliding on the liquid that had gathered.
“You’ve grown up so much Applebloom.”Applejack’s voice was husky as she whispered into her sister’s ear. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waitin' for you to mature,” which she punctuated by a jostle of the breast in her hand, “before I could finally get my hands all over you.”
“You’ve been… waiting for me?” Applejack let her finger slide farther between her lips so that it was rubbing on her pearl.
“Mm-hmm. And it’s been hard watching you leave for so long on assignments and odd jobs while I have to man the farm. But now that I’ve gotcha’ right where I wantcha’, I’m gonna make sure you understand how much I’ve really missed you.”
Applebloom felt her sister slide a slick finger into her wet tunnel. A moan rolled out of the bottom of her throat as Applejack moved in and out of her with a slow rhythm. It wasn’t enough for her, she wanted more so she let her hips rock as her sister pumped. Applejack understood and slid a second finger in. Applebloom pressed against her sister and felt her much larger breast and muscular stomach press back. Applejack hummed as the motion sandwiched her against her sister and the tree.
With two fingers in her sister Applejack picked up her speed. Applebloom thought about how strong her sister’s arms were. As she reached her first climax, head thrown back against Applejack and panting, she realized that Applejack wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.
“Rarity was right, your fingers are amazing.”
“What?”
Darn it. That was supposed to be an inside thought, but this new experience was fogging up her mind.
“I- uh-“
“And just when did Rarity feel the need to tell y’all that?” Applejack’s motions slowed, much to Applebloom’s displeasure, as she listened for the explanation.
“…one of the times she was telling me other things about you.”
“And why would she do that?” Her voice was commanding, Applebloom knew that elder sister authority meant she couldn’t just shrug off the question.
“…because sometimes… that’s what we talk about after…”
“After what Applebloom?”
“…sex.”
“What!? Of all the-“
“Applejack calm down.”
“I knew that fru fru smellin, pinkies out sippin', dress stitcher was up to no good with ya!”
“Applejack! Calm down!”
“I told her expressly to keep her venturous little pampered fingers outta' your panties if you were gonna to be working there.” Applejack harumphed, wanting to cross her arms, but remembering where her fingers were still buried.
“Geez, she said you would act like this.”
“And she knows me so well.”
“I think she knows more than you like to admit.”
She harumphed again. “And you’re okay knowing that she’s been with other people?”
“I guess. I told you she mentions you sometimes. I mean, I’ve only ever seen her with one other person, and that was an accident.”
“Yeah, who was it?”
“Sweetie Belle.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope, she left the door unlocked and there they were. She said that she was surprised that I was surprised because she figured you and I had already done it.”
Applejack wasn’t too upset. She knew her friend had a thing for sex and she knew that her Applebloom was quite the catch. She had made Rarity promise that she wouldn’t prey on her sister, but she never once heard that girl say a lady didn’t lie.
“The little vixen got to ya first huh? I guess I’ll have to have a word with her later."
“…so can we get back to what we were doing before?”
“Of course. And I’m sorry for getting so jealous.”
“Actually, I kinda like it.”
“Oh yeah, and do you like this?”
Her arms regained their speed, pumping the two fingers that were already in her before slowing briefly to add the third. Applebloom tried to close her legs, not completely conscious that she was doing it, but Applejack’s strong legs moved to held them open.
She must have really known what she was doing because Applebloom felt her next orgasm building in her stomach already. In the back of her mind she wondered how often Applejack had been with someone. Sure Rarity would talk about her, but they were always vague little scripts or an off-handed comparison.
Applebloom never saw Applejack have much interest in anyone as she grew up. The dwindling years proved that it had been Rarity she was the closest to, but it still didn’t discourage their petty arguments over ettique and grooming.
Now that she thought about it, as distracted as she was, she realized that there had been times, before Rarity's project, when Applejack spent long periods with Rarity - a day, afternoon, or night - whenever her work schedule allowed. She didn’t have much time to pay attention to that when she was on other assignments across town. A lady keeps her private mattes private. No one needs to know who you are sleeping with and when.
Applejack surely never spoke of her love life. She was definitely more ladylike than she was given credit if she could keep her secret that long. Though, now wasn’t the best moment for that title as she worked her fingers in her sister’s snatch. In an apple orchard. In broad daylight.
The farm girl’s mouth was on the other side of her shoulder and neck, after she brushed the hair away, and her hand massaged her other breast. Her third orgasm came but Applejack wasn’t letting up. She let her rough palm press against her sister’s jewel. The sensation of her tough skin sent a shudder through her little sister’s body. Applebloom’s eyes were screwed shut. Her sister had stamina that was only matched by her brother's.
A chill took her as the idea of her brother catching them in this act passed her mind. It was then that she heard the crunching footsteps of leaves and twigs nearing them.
She only had time to look up before she saw her big brother looming above the two of them. His huge build blocked the sun and his shadow covered them completely. Applebloom tried to close her legs, more intentionally this time, but Applejack still had a hold on them.
“Howdy Big Mac.” Applejack was unfazed and continued her ministrations nonetheless.
“Howdy. So what do we have here?”
“I’m reacquainting myself with Applebloom.”
“I see.”
“So are ya just gonna stand there or are ya gonna join in?”
“Eeyup.”
Big Mac knelt in front of them and leaned passed Applebloom to kiss Applejack. It was then that Applebloom came around Applejack’s fingers once more. Still Applejack didn’t pause.
“So what are ya doin' way out here Big Mac?” Applejack asked after he pulled away from the kiss.
“I know you like to take breaks, but you were due back a while ago. I figured you fell asleep so, I came out to look for ya. Imagine my surprise when I find my little sisters bonding without me.”
He looked into Applebloom’s eyes and the twinkle in his made her blush. He sealed his lips on hers while he rubbed one of his hands on Applejack’s hip. For a man so big and burly, Big Mac’s lips were surprisingly tender, and he kissed her with a gentleness that betrayed his size. She sighed in his mouth as his lips caressed hers.
Applejack relented her hold on Applebloom’s chest when Big Mac moved his hands to claim both of them. The youngest Apple purred as her brother’s hands took over for her sister’s. His massive hands seemed to cover double the skin Applejack’s did. Applejack busied her free hand with opening her own top. It was difficult with her sister pressed against her, but eventually the buttons came undone.
When Applejack finally withdrew from her sister, Big Mac captured her fingers in his mouth, slurping up his youngest sister’s juices clean from Applejack. Applebloom opened her eyes to see where her liquids were ending up. It made her stomach flutter anew.
“No fair. I do all the work and you get the treat.”
His deep voice carried a chuckle as he kissed her again. Her tongue explored his mouth and tasted what she had been working hard on. When he pulled away he put her fingers back in his mouth, letting his teeth scrap across the pads of them knowing that drove her crazy. They must have been there for a while before he got there; Applejack was mewling with much more than her normal enthusiasm. As a good big brother it would be his responsibility to make sure both of his sisters were taken care of.
Big Mac wanted to feel the slick entrance of Applebloom for the first time so he pulled away from the girls to unbuckle his pants.
“Whoa there Big Mac, before you get any ideas, I don’t think she ready for all of you just yet. This is only her first time with me after all.”
Big Mac moved instead to lay down on his stomach and took in a waft of Applebloom’s scent. He didn’t tease her like Applejack had done, but instead let his finger take up space in her core.
Applebloom wanted to object when Applejack said she wasn’t ready for Big Mac, but just one of his fingers was almost the size of two of Applejack’s. She wouldn’t have been able to take in anymore after a second finger so she was glad she kept her mouth shut. After Applejack had made her come so many times, Applebloom was sensitive. She came quickly as she panted and slumped on her sister.
Big Mac didn’t forget about Applejack, so he moved Applebloom to lean against the side of the tree. With Applebloom out of the way Applejack pounced on her brother. She had been stewing in her jeans the entire time. Applebloom watched as her siblings devoured each other’s mouths. Applejack landed Big Mac on his back and opened his work shirt to grope at his defined chest. She trailed down his body with her tongue, tasting the day’s work on his stomach. When she got to his pants, which he had left unbuckled, she tugged them off and dragged his boxers with it.
Applejack was definitely right, there was no way she could take that thing. Applebloom stared wide-eyed at her brother’s package. Applejack noticed her sister looking with wonder. After taking off her own pants she got her sister’s attention.
“Applebloom, watch this.”
Applejack straddled her brother, and then leaned back. From her spot against the tree, Applebloom had a full view of her sister sliding Big Mac into her. Applejack rose and dropped once on his rod. She bottomed out smoothly with his full length inside. Applejack tossed a flirty smirk at her sister as she looked at the awe on her face.
She couldn’t wait anymore though, so she rode him like a cow boy. When she was nearing her peak, Big Mac hefted her off of him. She could have swore at him, but before she had the chance he maneuvered her to the tree and leaned her in front of Applebloom so that either arm was around her head. She moaned loudly as Big Mac pounded her from behind while Applebloom, in an attempt to kiss her sister, tried to keep up with Applejack’s lips as she bobbed.
Applejack finally when came when Applebloom pushed up her bra to suckle on her swinging tits. She milked her brother’s massive staff until he came deep inside her. Applejack rested her head on Applebloom’s shoulder as she caught her breath. Big Mac took his time pulling out, which caused a shiver to spread around her stomach.
“So how long are you stayin', Applebloom?” Big Mac asked as he reclined against the apple tree with a handful of his clothes laid askew on his lap.
“The afternoon.”
“Only?”
“Funny, Applejack said the same thing.” Applejack moved to sit against the tree again. “But you sure did give me something to miss while I’m at Rarity’s.”
Applebloom was worn out, Applejack was satisfied, and Big Mac was just happy that his sisters were content. No one made a move to leave and instead spent the time enjoying each other’s company until work called them back.
