Gone fishin'

The work week had been long and hard on Big McIntosh, having been hotter and dryer than usual. With the weekend just around the corner however, it should’ve been a time to rejoice, a time to go fishing; catch and release of course. All weekend to just sit around in an old oak canoe and go fishing, while at the odd time sip apple cider.

This was not the case however, as his all-time favourite fishing companion Applebloom was away for a sleepover this weekend. Big McIntosh trotted into the Apple family residence, alone and without a fishing companion.

Although alone by one’s self may be a relaxing thought, it was not so for Big Mac. Alone on a boat in a river or stream was just too depressing for Mac and he knew he’d yearn for somepony to sit by his side, make him laugh, share a drink and overall just keep him company.

He trotted into the living room, his head drooped low as he pondered how he might overcome this dilemma. As he wandered through possible solutions, he trotted over to the staircase and up to his room.

Opening his room closet, he sighed, gazing upon his fishing gear. A regular old fishing rod that he had built from strong oak, an orange rain cap, a life vest and some rubber boots.

He sighed again as he closed the doors, knowing his weekend escape had probably been ruined. “Well, at least Applebloom can ‘ave some fun,” Mac muttered to himself quietly.

His ears perked up suddenly as the sound of the sink running caught his attention. He remembered that Applejack had offered to start supper early so that it’d be nearly done when he got home and washed up.

An idea came to mind but was rather vulgar and made Mac briefly shake it off. As quickly as it had gone however, the idea returned. Perhaps his weekend escape plans weren’t so lost after all.

As fast as his hooves could carry him, Mac rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen, locking the door behind him so nopony could enter. Heart beating and his breath accelerated from the brief outburst of speed, Applejack noticed his presence and turned to meet him.

“Howdy big brother…” she trailed off and noticed him settling his breath. “Somethin’ the matter?” Worry in her voice.

Mac trailed his hoof in circles on the floor in front of him, trying to muster the courage to say it. Applejack broke the silence. “Mac? Is somethin’ the matter?” His little sister asked again, a little more settled due to the fact he wasn’t in a panic.

Mac opened his mouth as if to say something but struggled on the words. He bit his lip then took a deep breath and remembered what Fluttershy had taught him about assertiveness.

“Sis…” he trailed off and gulped before taking another deep breath. “Come fishin’ with me or suck me off,” he stuttered out boldly. Applejack blinked and took a moment to comprehend what he had just said.

As the information settled, Applejack’s left eye twitched a little. “WHAT?!” She boomed and Mac quickly went to repeat himself.

“Come fishin’ with me… er suck me off right now!” He ordered his ultimatum with both boldness and assertiveness, just like Fluttershy had taught him from time to time.

“MAC! ‘Ave yah been inta fermented cider?!” Applejack boomed, revolted by her elder brother’s actions. However before another syllable could be spoke, the orange mare caught glimpse of his protruding member. A deep hue of red spread across her freckled cheeks.

Mac stood his ground, however in his thoughts he was contemplating whether or not this was such a good idea in the end. It had played out so much better in his mind. Applejack just choked on words, unable to comprehend what had come over her brother.

“Mac… yah... yah ain’t serious… is yah?” Applejack stammered, hoping that perhaps her brother was just heavily intoxicated. Mac stomped his hoof and snorted, huffing through his nostrils. “That’s disgustin’! Yah’ve lost yer mind!” Applejack retorted.

Mac took a courageous step forwards. “Either… either come fishin’… er suck me off,” Mac stammered, knowing full well this could escalate badly for him. Applejack blinked, gazing upon her brother’s imposing frame.

“This is madness… ah... ah ain’t doin’ that!” Applejack shouted but Mac stood his ground. Her gaze briefly fluttered over his large endowment, and she noticed how much he’d grown since they were both mere foals. She blushed again, her look shooting to her brother’s eyes as she glared at him with her most ferocious stare that she could muster.

However, despite his generally shy and timid nature, Mac still stood his ground. Her eyes briefly darted to his groin region again… just to get another glimpse. Her body began to betray her. Her nethers started to moisten and she gulped, looking away from her brother with an embarrassed look on her face. “Ah ain’t doin’ that,” Applejack informed Mac.

Mac let out a hoof-pump. “Hurray! Fishin’ it is,” he announced, glad that he had found a companion to go fishing with him, regardless of their reasons. Applejack’s thoughts quickly came to mind about how much she hated fishing, even if it was just catch and release.

Sitting around in a boat and casting fish bait into a river for the majority of the weekend was something she just couldn’t stand. “NO! Ah ain’t goin’ fishin’!” AJ blurted out and Mac blinked, turning his attention to her.

“Oh,” he replied as his throbbing member twitched. “So uhh…” he trailed off and his sister looked away. Regardless that he was her brother… regardless that it was taboo for her… she just couldn’t bare fishing. No way, no how.

“Ugh… just… lock the door,” Applejack muttered and Mac nodded.

“Ah already did,” he said, reminding her of his bold entry. Mac sat on his haunches, awaiting his sister. She took a moment, swallowing deeply, before stepping forwards and approaching her big brother.

Applejack spoke irritably to Mac, “Alright... just rollover an’… an’ let’s make this quick.” Mac did as she said and rolled over onto his back, almost like a dog. His erection sprang up at full mast and pointed towards the ceiling.

His length took AJ by surprise, having never seen her brother erect like this since foalhood when he accidentally looked at his fourth grade teacher’s fanny. Applejack looked away in shame before turning her full attention back to her brother’s meaty length.

Slowly lowering her head, she brought her muzzle closer to her brother but an awful scent caught her nostrils. Her muzzle twitched as she subdued the stink. She figured it was probably bodily odours from the day’s hardships.

Moving down, she extended her tongue and licked the tip of his dick, making it twitch slightly. An equally terrible taste tipped her tongue as she licked his cock, forcing her face into a twisted frown.

Forcing the taste aside, she knew she needed to do this; to avoid fishing. With her tongue dancing circles on the head of his cock, Mac groaned loudly. AJ began trailing her tongue down the sides of him, his cock twitching every so often and his right hindleg jerking from the pleasure he was experiencing.

The horrid taste from before ran down his entire length, even past his hilt. Applejack reached the bottom of his cock then trailed her tongue straight up the underside.

As her tongue flicked the tip of his length, precum oozed out as he shuddered. “Ugh… Applejack… that feels good,” Mac muttered under his breath, not noticing his sister’s disgusted face as she tried to overcome the horrid taste of his penis.

Realizing that he was not satisfied, the mare brought her lips down to his shaft again, lips pressing against the head. Her tongue extended from her mouth and she began licking circles around his cock head, his leg jittering in pleasure again.

Still licking circles around his him, she began to slowly envelope his rod into her mouth, taking it slowly, inch by inch. As his length began to fill her mouth, her tongue was forced to retract and trail along the underside of his cock.

The ever rancid taste of his penis continued to plague her taste buds as her lips reached half his length. Mac’s hips lifted slightly, shoving more of his cock into his little sister.

Applejack closed her eyes then began to ever slowly bob her head up and down. Mac groaned in pleasure, enjoying every moment of it. ‘Ah’ll have tah thank Fluttershy later fer her teachin’s,’ Mac thought silently.

Mac’s hip thrusts matched Applejack’s bobbing. Thrusting into her mouth as she lowered her head onto him, and pulling away while she lifted her head. Her slick saliva lubricated his cock and made sliding into her mouth an easy task.

Her warm mouth encircled him, making him moan with a lustful passion. He began to push further into his sister’s depths, much to her dissatisfaction. Her throat accommodated his length as he drove deeper and deeper with each thrust.

Applejack struggled to breath at times but within seconds Mac’s thrusts started becoming jerkier and erratic. They started to lose pace and she knew what was happening. He was about to cum.

Applejack gagged a bit as she tried to pull away, but Mac’s strong front hooves grabbed the back of her head and pulled her inwards, shoving his full length down her throat.

His entire body tensed as a tidal wave of pleasure splashed over him. Wave upon wave of hot sticky cum spurted down AJ’s throat. He jerked slightly as balls drained into her.

With his body satisfied, Mac pulled out from his sister’s mouth, a string of saliva connecting his cock head with her mouth. Applejack shot her face away and began to gag. Spitting several times, she glared at her brother with disgust.

With his pleasure sated, Mac realized the repercussions of his actions. “Uh-oh…” he trailed off silently. Applejack continued to spit, trying vigorously to remove the awful taste from her mouth.

“Big brother… yer penis tastes like arse! What yah been doin’ with it?!” Applejack asked sternly and Mac trailed his hoof around in circles on the flooring. “Well?!” Applejack asked, heavy irritation in her voice. Mac’s answer was short and simple.

“Winona didn’t want tah go ‘ither.”