Applejack stalked down the orchard path, determined to find Big Mac and apologize to him. She was still reeling at her own stupidity. How she could have said such obviously hurtful words was completely beyond her. Her hormones and frustration must have gotten the better of her, and her poor brother had payed the price.

Trees passed by her without any acknowledgement. Normally, she’d be trotting more slowly, taking in the sights of the orchard her family held so dear; but now, she needed to focus on the task at hoof. She knew Big Mac had come this way, she just needed to find out exactly where he was.

She wished she could take it all back, but life wasn’t simple like that. She had to make up her mistakes, even if it was going to be rough on her. She was resolute in her goal to find her brother and apologize.

A loud thump off to her left caught her attention. The sound of broken and dead branches clacking through the canopy let her know that Mac had taken to bucking trees. She left the path to weave through the apple trees, following the general direction of the noise’s origin.

Another strong buck helped her find him, standing under a tree as a sparse few twigs fell through the branches and onto the ground around the base. He went about gathering the litter from the ground, picking them up in his mouth and tossing them into a cart with the others.

Applejack stood back in the trees, watching the red stallion go about his work. His ginger mane hid his eyes, but she could see the rest of his face. Her heart shrank down when she saw the tear streaks in his coat.

“Dangit, Applejack. You made him cry,” she cursed herself, “You idiot! How could you hurt your brother that bad?”

The orange mare watched Big Mac, as he sluggishly moved on to another tree, not even noticing her presence. He kicked the tree with a dead look in his eyes, staring off into the far distance. Applejack was conflicted, no longer certain if she should approach him or not. As Mac sighed and went about gathering the ground fallen branches, AJ steeled her nerves.

She stepped out into the open, calling out to him softly, “Big Mac? Can we talk?”

The stallion stiffened for a moment, but otherwise ignored her. He dumped the branches and moved on to the next tree in the row.

“I know you probably don’t want to see me right now, but I have to talk to you. You can just ignore me, if you want.”

Big Mac bucked the tree. Hard. The trunk pitched, the canopy shaking wildly. Sprigs of dead wood flew in every direction, scattering far out into the orchard. Applejack flinched at the display of anger. Big Mac snorted with derision, moving on the the next tree.

“Big Mac, please,” AJ pressed, “I need to say that I’m–”

“AJ,” McIntosh interrupted, harshly.

The stallion turned to look at Applejack, and she looked into her brother’s face. It was set, completely resolute. AJ balked silently at the intensity of the gaze showing through his normal stone mask. She even imagined she saw a predatory glint to them.

“No,” He said, cold eyes flashing.

Big Mac turned away from her, returning his attention to the tree he stood under. He bucked it, not quite as hard as the last one, but hard enough to punctuate his point. The twigs showered down, landing with a multitude of soft thumps.

Applejack had to concede. He obviously refused to talk about it. She had never seen her brother so angry about anything. She was honestly afraid of him.

“Alright, big brother,” she said, “You don’t want to talk about it. I’ll leave ya be.”

She slowly and silently left the stallion to brood. Unbidden, she stopped to glance back at him, as he bucked another tree. His muscles rippled under his apple red coat, his large barrel taking the brunt of the shock. He bent over to pick up the wayward branches, his flank muscles taut and his tail swishing aggressively. Applejack licked her lips as–

She shook her head, clearing it enough to turn away from her brother.

“What are you trying to do?!” AJ scolded herself, “Like he needs his sister to come on to him? After she brought back all those painful memories?! You idiot! Think, for Celestia’s sake!”

She blustered into the orchard, furious with herself for her inappropriate thoughts. She needed to go find a row of trees to buck, something to get her head back on earth. As she passed through the trees, a glimmer caught her eye. She looked up to see a small pond sparkling in the afternoon light.

Maybe some cold shock would help clear her mind.

AJ approached a nearby tree with a low-hanging branch. She quickly took off her hat and hair bands, hanging them on the tree. She took a deep breath, charged over to the pond, and jumped in.

With only two weeks of sunlight since the wrap up, the pond was still ice cold. The frigid water encapsulated her, chilling her down to her lungs and forcing the air out of them. The spike of shock drove away every thought in her head. She swam up until her head broke the surface and took another deep breath. Her teeth were already chattering.

She looked around at the orchard around her. Stark shadows crept across the ground and through the trees. Sundown was approaching quickly. Applebloom had probably come home by now, which meant that Granny would be making dinner soon.

Applejack paddled over to the shore and pulled herself out of the pond, shaking her mane and tail vigorously to get as much water out as possible. She shivered as she retrieved her hair bands, put them in her hat, and then put the hat on. She’d need to go to the house to dry off fully.

She wanted to tell Big Mac to come in on the way, but she didn’t want to make him even more uncomfortable. She just hoped that he was paying enough attention to his surroundings to know that work time was over.

...~~~***xXOXx***~~~...

Applejack tossed and turned under her blankets. She couldn’t get comfortable, and even when she could, guilt kept her awake. Her brother was obviously still very hurt by her actions. All throughout dinner, he had avoided making eye contact with her. He was so overt with his hostility that she had honestly expected Applebloom and Granny Smith to catch on and ask what happened.

The dip in the pond had helped her for a while, but now, the heat was back. Her urges were nearly consuming her. She could barely think about anything, just guilt and sex. She clenched her teeth and knit her brow, trying desperately to think of anything else. All she could come up with was a thought of how musty the blankets between her hind legs must smell.

AJ shifted herself yet again, looking down to the foot of the bed where Winona lay sleeping. She thought briefly of waking her to help with this heat, but immediately discarded the notion. She knew from experience that the dog was almost useless immediately after waking up. She dropped her head back onto her pillow, only to immediately lift it again at the pressure between her legs. To top everything else off, she had to pee.

With a great huff of frustration, she threw the covers off her pent up form, jumping to the floor and quickly crossing to the doorway. She had enough tact to tiptoe, in an effort to allow her family to sleep. The hour was late, and they didn’t need hoof steps keeping them up. She walked softly on the long rug that covered most of the hallway floor, headed for the bathroom. She was so focused on her target that she barely noticed the muffled groan, as she passed Big Mac’s room.

She felt a hitch her throat, and she stopped in front of his door. Was he crying again? Applejack felt another wave of heavy guilt crash onto her withers. She sighed and hung her head, making to move on, but a quiet call stopped her.

“AJ…”

She just barely heard Mac’s soft baritone call out her name, causing her laden heart to jump. Had he heard her?

She stood in the hallway, conflicted. She could just pretend that she hadn’t heard him, maybe avoid the conversation. Her conviction came back to her when she remembered that this whole thing was her fault. Slowly and quietly, Applejack turned and butted the door open a crack, just enough to see into the room. What she saw stole her breath away.

Across the dark room, splayed out on his bed, was McIntosh. His legs were slightly parted, showcasing something Applejack had never really looked at before. Big Mac’s member stood aloft in the darkness. A thin ribbon of fluid ran down its length, gleaming brightly in the light of the full moon that streamed through the windows.

It was… big.

The red stallion pumped his right hoof up and down the sizeable phallus, his eyes set slightly beyond it, as if he were focused on something on the far wall, or perhaps an invisible phantasm sitting on top of him. His teeth were clenched, and his breath came through them in quieted huffs. Even at this distance, AJ could see her brother's dick pulsating. His left hoof dug deeply into the bedding he laid upon, sinking in up to his fetlock. His muscles were clenched tightly, their definition easily visible through his skin and coat.

The erotic display was mesmerizing to Applejack. Her heat lit up, sending a powerful ache to her already moist pussy. She instinctively moved her left hoof to touch her searing hot folds. She jumped at the contact, shivering when she slid her hoof across the soft flesh. Before she could do much more, the full weight of the moment made it through her muddled mind, and she hesitated.

“Stop that, AJ,” the mare silently scolded herself. “It ain’t proper, ‘specially not when you’re lookin’ at kin.”

She managed to stop the movement, but couldn’t drive herself to cease contact. Her heat and lust wouldn’t let her. She managed to tear her eyes away, but it barely helped. She could still hear his muted groans and the slight sound of his hoof patting against his groin. Aside from that, she could smell a faint, barely noticeable male musk hanging in the air. It was driving her crazy. Applejack bit her lip hard, trying to distract herself so she could move on.

Unfortunately, Mac had different plans.

The sound of bed springs shifting made Applejack instinctively look back to her brother. He had taken to using both of his hooves on his cock, laying back onto the bed and pumping his hips against them. He let out a long, low moan as his masturbation became more sporadic.

AJ couldn’t stop herself. She began stroking her hoof up and down her slit, watching as Big Mac knitted his brow and opened his mouth to pant freely. She bit her lip again to keep herself from sounding out.

“Just… this once,” she conceded to herself.

She could feel her clitoris winking against the smooth bulb of her heel, slick with wetness. The sensation caused her body to stiffen. She pressed her forehead against Big Mac’s door frame, barely able to stand. Sweat poured over her body, her front leg becoming slippery against her belly. She locked her idle legs to keep herself from crashing to the floor.

She watched Mac as he pleasured himself, quickly working herself into a frenzy to match his. She pressed her hoof more firmly into her labia, feeling the malleable lips mold around it. As Big Mac pulled at his dick, Applejack’s imagination ran wild.

She wondered how it would feel, as her brother sank his hot length into her and pumped his hips against hers. She imagined the thick, pink, bulbous head parting her lips, sliding deep, deep into her, and thudding to a stop against her womb. Then, he'd start to move. He'd piston into her, just as uncontrollably as he pistoned his own hooves. A shiver ran down her spine at the vivid imagery. Her clitoris winked again, causing a powerful shudder to overtake her as her muscles began to ache from tension.

Big Mac threw his head against his bed, his pants becoming erratic gasps. Applejack noticed he had stopped rubbing his entire cock, and was now focusing on the medial ring in it’s center. She leaned more heavily against the door frame, grinding her hips against her hoof to press it in even harder. The burning was becoming overwhelming. She needed to cum so badly, and she could tell that her brother did too. She opened her mouth to pant as her movements became spasmodic and wild. She wasn’t in control any more. Her stiff muscles were locked. She couldn’t stop herself if she wanted to, and she didn’t want to.

Applejack watched as Mac let out a quiet grunt, then a long, drawn out sigh. He arched his back as his engorged penis spasmed violently. Her eyes widened as the first rope of cum shot into the air, silky white and bright in the moonlight. She followed the strand as it arced and fell to land on the stallion’s own stomach. His entire body jerked and convulsed, as white seed came forth again and again, each shot landing somewhere on his barrel. He eventually finished, the final shot barely making it out of the tip and simply running down Mac’s engorged penis to pool at its base. The sight her brother speckled with his own cum had AJ aching with want.

The image locked into her mind, as she finally brought herself to the release she needed. The world disappeared around her. She shivered uncontrollably and moaned, as an incredibly strong orgasm washed around her mind. Her hips bucked against her hoof, prolonging the moment slightly. She could feel herself dripping onto the rug, but she didn’t care at all. She let out a long breath she hadn’t noticed she was holding, her stiff limbs finally relaxing again.

When she came down, a spike of apprehension stabbed at her. That hadn’t been very subtle. To her immense relief, it seemed that Big Mac hadn’t noticed. He simply lay on the bed for a while, panting quietly. Eventually, he looked down to his cum-covered thorax.

He frowned and grunted before reaching to a box of tissues on his bedside table. Applejack watched as he cleaned his coat, occasionally tossing wadded up tissues across the room to land in or near the bin in the corner. When he finished, he merely groaned and rolled over, pulling the covers over his sweaty body.

Applejack was silent. She didn’t dare move, for fear of giving herself away. Only after she could distinctly hear his soft snoring did she close the door. She simply stood in the hallway for a while, unsure of what to do next.

Her mind wasn’t muddled any more. She could go back to bed. Such a simple action seemed somehow inappropriate after what had just happened. Eventually, her body reminded her of why she had left her bed in the first place. She still needed to use the toilet, even more so now.

Applejack dragged her fatigued limbs over to the bathroom, finally reaching her destination, in spite of the detour. She absentmindedly relieved herself and cleaned herself of the mess she had made. Her body was covered in drying sweat, but she was too tired to actually bathe herself. Her throat burned with thirst, but she couldn’t bring up the will to go down to the kitchen.

As the mare leaned in to drink from the bathroom sink, she noted that her mind was oddly blank. Somehow, she couldn’t think of anything more complex than what her current task was.

Her empty mind hardly even registered that she was making her way back to her room and getting back into bed; she was too caught up in her confusion. She wasn’t ashamed at all, and that perplexed her. She knew she should be ashamed, but she just… wasn’t.

She closed her eyes, her curiously empty head allowing her to finally drift away. It wasn’t until she was almost asleep that a thought hit her.

Big Mac had called out to her. He had said her name while he pleasured himself. He had masturbated, while thinking about her…

Now she was really confused.

Author's Note

Yes, I still live and write! Just slowly.

Sorry about how long this took, and how short this is. I wasn't expecting the months of laziness.

You've probably come to expect it from me, yeah?

Echh.

So... Now both brother and sister have clopped to each other. What will come of that?

I don't fucking know, I'm winging this.

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