A cream colored pegasus soared through the bright blue skies of Ponyville, his brown mane whipping wildly in the wind. His wings flapped at a fast, but measured pace as he gradually made his way to the center of the quaint village, exchanging quick greetings to other fellow pegasi that were meandering about.

His wings flared out, catching the updraft as he slowed his momentum and descended, angling his body a little higher, before landing roughly in front of Sugarcube Corner, kicking up a small cloud of dust. He coughed and dusted himself off. Pound Cake smiled an excited smile as he was finally back home. Being away in flight camp was fun and all, and he had constantly reassured his mother that he was perfectly okay in his letters, but the truth was was that he had missed home terribly, and that he had been looking forward to his return for the past couple of weeks. Nevertheless, he hadn’t regretted the time he had spent at flight camp.

With an excited little hop in his step, he pushed through the front door, his blue knapsack jostling merrily as he did. His ears flicked happily as he heard the familiar jingle of the bell as he entered the bakery proper. Sunlight filtered through the many windows, bathing the space in a comforting and welcoming light. The smells of the sugary goods was heavy in the air, and Pound took a long deep breath of the familiar smells.

It must be a slow day, thought Pound bemusedly, observing the fact that there was nary a pony to be seen. It was alright with him though, because he could use some peace and quiet rather than the usual hustle and or bustle.

He took a couple of steps before he heard some voices off to his side, and he turned to see his father… talking to Princess Cadance! Pound did a double take, his eyes widening and his eyebrows crawling up his forehead.

He blinked a couple of times, making sure that his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. Princess Cadance and his father seemed to be engaged in a friendly conversation, though Pound couldn’t really make out what was being said, it seemed that the two were chatting rather amicably. He was struck with a conflicting thought. Should he approach his father and say hello, or should he just wait until he was done talking to the princess? And was his eyes playing tricks on him again, or was the princess… blushing?

Before Pound could think about it any further, he heard a rather familiar voice that called him, “Pound, honey.”

Pound Cake turned around, spotting his mother behind the counter. She was wearing a simple blouse and skirt… which was odd. Pound knew for a fact that his mom would never wear skirts. Then again, ponies could always change the way they dress. This further emphasized the point that he was gone from home for way too long. A big smile tugged on his lips, and he strode towards her, his previous thoughts forgotten. “Hi mom!” he said in exuberance, wrapping her in a hug as he stepped around the counter.

“Pound, oh! I’ve missed you,” Cup Cake said, overjoyed as she returned the hug. She smiled warmly, her pink eyes looking down at him.

“I’ve missed you too, mom.” As Pound held his mother closely, he could smell the perfume that she usually wore, which smelled like lilies. He inhaled the familiar scent, bringing calm and serenity to his mind. If you couldn’t tell, Pound loved his mother.

He felt her hugging him… for a little too long. Even for a mother/son. He let her go, hoping that she would take the hint and release her hold, but she merely held on to him longer. As Cup Cake held her son in her arms, Pound thought, Wow, she must really miss me!

Instead of pulling away, he allowed her to continue. Things however, got a little uncomfortable for Pound. One of his mother’s hands had found the back of his head. She had initially ruffled his mane, but was now applying a small amount of pressure at the back of his head, and Pound slowly found himself sinking into his mother’s… bosom.

Realization creeped into his mind, and his cheeks lighted up in a hot blush. His eyes widened, and his wings nearly flared out. Slowly but surely, he was sinking into the crevice of his mother’s heavenly breasts…

“Mmmmm!” came the cream colored pegasus, whose head was almost completely buried in the two mountainous orbs. His mother released her hold on him, and he gasped for air. Sweet merciful Celestia! thought Pound as he inhaled the air around him like it was the last drop of water in a barren wasteland.

He turned to his mother, his hand scratching behind his mane as his mouth opened up into a sheepish smile. His mother smiled knowingly at the display, and merely said, “Sorry Pound. I was just so happy to see you.” With a smile, she continued, “Your sister’s in the kitchen. You should go see her.”

With a wink, she turned back to do… whatever it was she was doing. Pound was too flustered to care at the moment, and he’d take any excuse to get out of the awkward situation. He entered the back, and leaned against the wall, trying to calm himself. His heart was beating like a drum, and his ears felt like they were on fire. Other than that, he was perfectly fine. He took deep breaths, and continued doing so for a solid minute, until he finally felt calm enough.

He folded his wings. He couldn’t believe that he would lose control of them like that! And to his mother no less. He folded his ears in shame, his mouth turned into a self admonishing frown. Well, he thought to himself sourly. I guess I should go see Pumpkin now. He brightened up at the prospect. If anyone could make him feel better, it would be his oldest and dearest friend!

He marched into the kitchen. “Hey Pu-” his words died in his throat at what he saw. It was his sister all right. She was bent over the counter, probably doing the dishes, but Pound’s focus was on something far more interesting.

Her back was arched not unlike a cat, her rump sticking out in a rather compromising situation. She wore an extremely short red skirt, her tail was straight up, lifting her skirt ever so slightly and giving him an unobstructed view of what lied underneath. Pound’s eyes followed the two globe like pieces of pliable orange flesh, that waggled to and fro to the humming that came from her mouth. Her tail swished to and fro, teasingly giving sneak peeks to the perfectly plump, supple pussy that lay nestled between the two perfectly round ass cheeks, that were just begging to be poked and prodded. She wasn’t wearing any panties, Pound noted.

All the blood seemed to have drained from his face, and the rest of his body, instead travelling painfully quickly to another part of his body, making his pants feel uncomfortably tight. It must have been the lack of blood to his brain, because he could not tear his gaze from his sister’s backside, despite all the alarm bells going off, which got quieter and quieter with each passing second.

“Pound?”

Pound Cake snapped out of his daze, and looked up, instantly making eye contact with his sister. Her head was turned sideways, her clear blue eyes staring straight into his. Oh shit! he cursed inwardly, practically his entire face red with embarrassment. He had been caught, and he knew it. Her gaze then travelled downwards, and he looked to where she was looking and found, to his horror, that he was sporting a rather impressive erection. During his perversion, Pound had not noticed that his pants were getting increasingly tighter.

In a blur of feathers, he was gone.

Pumpkin giggled to herself. She was glad her brother was home…

~

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Pound admonished himself for the umpteenth time. The cool water beat pleasantly on his face and body, but it did nothing to quell the uneasiness that was niggling at his heart.

Shortly after the embarrassing display, Pound had decided that an ice cold shower was what he needed to cool off. So there he was, standing underneath the shower head, but with an erection that still refused to go away.

Pound scowled, his ears laid flat on his head and his wings drooped, almost touching the bathroom floor. She definitely saw, Pound thought to himself. She’s going to think I’m some kind of perverted monster. He sighed heavily. How am I going to make it up to her?

Minutes passed as he tried various shower activities. He tried humming, and even shampooing his mane! He looked down, his face twisting into a mild snarl at his persistent erection. He couldn’t help it. Whenever he closed his eyes, Pumpkin’s plump, juicy butt would fill his mind. The way it swayed, the way one ass cheek would rub against the other as she walked about in place...

Pound let out a small grunt as he felt one of his hands had wrapped itself around his stiff member. He let out a small, pathetic whine. He didn’t want to do it, but he needed to. Sighing once again, he decided that he would do it, just this one time, if only to get that image out of his head.

He bit his lip, and began stroking his turgid cock. His sister came to his mind. She was bent over the sink, like the last time he saw her, but instead of turning tail and running, he approached her. He would grab her ass cheeks roughly as she yelped, squeezing and kneading them with force.

He would flip her skirt, the hem resting on the small of her back as he would then move her tail out of the way, before lining up his member against her sopping wet entrance…

Pumpkin… he moaned as his masturbation intensified. His breathing became more labored, and his face was heating up. She would squeal adorably as he entered her, before calling out his name in pure ecstasy as he continued to bury himself inside of her…

“Pound?”

Pound’s eyes snapped open at the sound of his sister’s voice. “I heard something in there. Are you okay?”

“I-I’m fine!” Pound replied with a little shrill.

“Are you sure? You sounded pretty sick…”

“I’m fine,” said Pound insistently. “Go away!”

There was a pregnant pause, the only sound coming from the running water. Then Pound heard the pitter patter of retreating footsteps. He sighed in equal parts relief and frustration. He didn’t know if he should be glad or upset that he wasn’t able to finish. Either way, his erection had died down, so he had accomplished what he had set out to do.

Huffing in annoyance, Pound stepped out of the showers, towelling himself off as he made to put on his clothes…

~

Pound laid on his bed under the covers. The moon had barely risen above the horizon, but he had decided that he would go to bed early. The curtains were drawn, but it did little to block out the last remnants of sunlight that still lingered in the twilight.

He decided that if he was going to get called for dinner, he’d just lie and tell everyone that he wasn’t hungry. He was not a big fan of fibbing, but he would rather not see his sister again and risk embarrassing himself even further.

He tightened his grip around his bed sheets, and burying himself further in the downy confines of his bed, closing his eyes and willing himself to sleep. With so much on his mind, it proved difficult to do so, but after almost an hour of tossing and turning, his body finally shut down.

~

Sip.Slp.

Pound’s ears swiveled instinctually, curious of the peculiar sound.

Slp.Schlk.

There it was again, but louder. Groaning, Pound opened his eyes blearily, blinking away the sleep. At first, everything was it should be, and Pound couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary, until he noticed a rather large lump under the covers in between his legs.

In a panic, he grabbed the bed sheets and threw it off of him, and his eyes popped open at what he saw.

He was greeted by his sister’s soft blue eyes, staring at him lovingly… and the tip of his cock resting on her tongue.

“Pumpkin?!” Pound blurted out, his mouth wide in disbelief, his pupils the size of pinpricks.

“Yes…?” Pumpkin responded innocently.

Slp.Slrk.

Pound groaned involuntarily, his head turned to the ceiling, his back arched as he felt her sister’s soft lips suckle at the very tip of his dick, right where the pre cum continued to leak.

“Wh-*grunt* what are you doing?!” Pound asked in between breaths.

“Sucking you off,” Pumpkin replied casually. Pound stared, bewildered at how his usually shy and demure sister responded so brazenly, as if she was stating the weather.

“W-why?”

“Because I missed you, big brother, and I heard you calling out my name in the bathroom.” Pound’s ears folded in shame, and a furious blush ignited on his face. He turned his head away, and tried looking anywhere but the filly in front of him.

Slk.Schlrp.

“We s-shouldn’t be doing this… we’re brother and s-sister,” Pound said.

“Do you want me to stop?” It was a simple question, one that Pound should know the answer to, but his throat went dry. He looked at his sister again. Her big blue eyes that had always stared at him with love and adoration. Her long luscious eyelashes. Her small, soft lips that he admittedly imagined kissing before.

He had a crush on his sister for a while now. He couldn’t help it! Besides being one of the prettiest filly in Ponyville, he knew her the most. They had shared everything when they were growing up, and she was honestly and amazing pony --And Pound had fallen for that

Slp. Slrk.

Pumpkin continued her ministrations, oblivious to Pound’s internal conflict. She continued her teasing, only suckling the very tip of Pound’s dick, greedily lapping at the pre cum that oozed out. “I thought so,” she said as she received no answer.

Her eyes grew half lidded, and a smile grew around her mouthful of her brother’s cock. Pulling her head back and releasing the cock between her lips with a soft pop, she said, “Don’t worry big brother. Why don’t you let me take the lead for once.”

She placed her hands on Pound’s thighs, and gently pushed them apart as she shimmied closer. She opened her mouth, giving Pound a view of her pearly white teeth and her long, wet tongue, before closing them around Pound’s cock once more, this time taking in a a couple of inches.

Pound hissed in pleasure as he saw more and more of his phallus disappear into his sister’s maw. His muscles became tense as his heart rate soared, his wings flaring out uncomfortably.

More and more of his member was slowly devoured by Pumpkin’s warm, wet mouth, until her nose bumped against Pound’s pelvis. She gagged, but fought the urge to pull back.

Pound arched his back at the pleasurable sensation of his sister’s throat gagging around his protrusion. He groaned loudly.

His sister pulled back, and Pound feebly attempted to thrust back into her, yearning for that feeling again, but she kept him in place with her upper body weighing down on him. “Don’t tease me like that, Pumpkin,” Pound whined

Pumpkin merely hummed, sending tingling vibrations around his member. His cock twitched.

Without warning, she dove back down, swallowing Pound’s cock entirely. The suddenness of her movement caught Pound by surprise, and he moaned loudly. She kept up with her movements, bobbing her head quickly on his meatpole, her hair bouncing in tandem with the movement of her head.

Slp. Schlrk. Schlurk.

Pop!

“You like that, big brother?” Pumpkin said seductively, nuzzling his cock, to which Pound could only nod dumbly. It was all he could do amidst the sea of pleasure. She turned her head sideways, licking his shaft, travelling upwards until she reached the top, before giving the tip a little flick.

He cupped Pumpkin’s cheek, and stroked it lovingly. Things were happening a little too fast for his taste, but he couldn’t complain. He was just glad that his sister felt the same way.

At the corner of his eyes, he caught a small flash of blue, and he turned up to see what it was. He froze, his eyes widening as he felt his heart stop. Standing in the doorway, was his mother.

“Mom!” Pound yelled in a panic. He fought frantically for a valid excuse to what he was doing. Perhaps it was just a m-mistake o-or…

“Unf” Pound groaned involuntarily. To his horror, Pumpkin had not stopped her blowjob, and was instead going even faster! Despite his mother's eyes on them, he wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer.

“P-Pumpkin…!” he tried to warn her, but it was too late.

Hot gooey liquid burst out of Pound’s dick, immediately hitting the back of Pumpkin’s throat. Her cheeks puffed out due to the sheer volume. Her eyes widened in alarm, and she swallowed urgently. Gulp after gulp, she swallowed her brother’s hot, thick load that spilled from his wildly twitching dick.

After what felt like an eternity to Pound, his orgasm came to an end, the last few weak spurts dribbling out of his phallus, which was quickly lapped up by Pumpkin. He looked to his sister, and saw that despite her best efforts, she could not swallow all of his seed. Her face was practically coated in the white substance, and some of it even managed to get in her mane.

She licked her lips. “Wow Pound. That was a lot,” she said, impressed.

He was really in for it now. Despite the post orgasmic bliss he felt, he knew that he was in for a whole heap of trouble. He clenched his eyes shut, awaiting his mother’s judgment. He waited, and waited, and for a time, no one said anything.

“My, my,” came the voice of his mother.

Pound opened his eyes, staring at his mother in confusion. “That was amazing, Pound,” said his mother appraisingly, before turning her attention to Pumpkin, and said, “Mind if I get a taste, sweetie?” Before Pound could process her choice of words, his mother leaned in and began cleaning his sister’s face… with her tongue.

Pound sat utterly paralyzed at the sight. Cup Cake began by kissing Pumpkin, whom returned the kiss without hesitation, her mouth opening wide and welcoming her mother to explore her previously violated oral cavity.

Their lips meshed together as her mother’s tongue slipped inside, roaming around the inside of her teeth, before finally meeting her tongue. Cup Cake gently closed her lips on Pumpkin’s tongue, noisily sucking on it to get to any semen that still lingered on it.

She pulled back, multiple strands of spittle and semen connecting their lips. They shimmered in the small amount of moonlight that filtered through the window, before breaking apart. Then Cup Cake moved on to the rest of her face, licking her cheeks, eyes, and nibbled on her neck a little, coating her orange fur in a healthy coat of saliva, before coming back to her mouth and sharing her spoils.

They kissed passionately, a blush on both their faces as they moaned into each other. A few passionate minutes later, they broke apart, and his mother turned to face him, and said, “You enjoyed that, sweetie?”

Pound snapped out of his trance, and looked down to see his member, stiff and ready to get yet again.

Cup Cake pushed her daughter on to her back, eliciting a surprised giggle from the young pony, before looking back at her son and fixing him with sultry eyes. She rested her head on Pumpkin’s lower stomach, her mouth mere centimeters from Pumpkin’s snatch. Using her fingers, she spread open her daughter’s labia, the lips parting and her wetness causing an intricate webbing of sorts, causing a groan to escape Pumpkin’s lips.

Pound’s nostrils flared at the overwhelming aroma of her arousal, snapping him out from his state of shock, but was soon overcome by an overwhelming lust. A lust for his sister.

Like a moth to a flame, he was drawn to the fire, and that fire was his sister’s dripping wet, slit. She winked. She winked for him, her clit poking out cutely at the top. She was wet for him, and only him, and he would do his damn best to honor that.

His lust overtook his initial shock of the situation. Questions such as: Why was he going to have sex with his sister? Why was his mother letting him? And most importantly, why is it so hot seeing his mother licking Pumpkin’s clit, and Pumpkin quivering whenever she did so.

Yeah, those questions can wait. Right now, there were more pressing matters that needed to be addressed.

Pound was shaking. He was about to lose his virginity, and to his sister no less! Somehow, deep within him, he knew he wouldn’t have had it any other way. He crawled over to his family, the bed creaking softly. The room was silent, as if everything stopped just to witness the taboo act.

He stopped in front of his sister, his body positioned in between her spread legs. With trembling hands, he guided his painfully throbbing member to his sister’s hole. He missed, his pole sliding upward and roughly brushing against Pumpkin’s clit, eliciting a moan, loud and needy in nature.

His mother tsk’d, the sound making him recoil back in shame reflexively. She smiled. She gently grabbed Pound’s dick, her hands felt like the smoothest of velvet, and aligned him to his sister’s entrance. She then used her other hand to spread her daughter’s lower lips, so all Pound needed to do was thrust.

Pound had such a good mother. She was always there to help her children in need.

Pound did just that, his member sliding in easily, his sister’s tight, moist walls wrapping around his member and sending his mind into bliss. Pound grunted. Pumpkin squealed. Their mother congratulated them.

Happy tears formed in Pumpkin’s eyes as her body felt weak, demanding Pound to take charge, to take her and dominate her, and Pound was only so happy to oblige. His eyes shone with a fire that would not have been misplaced in primitive Equestria.

His goal set into making the mare beneath him his, he grabbed her by the haunches, before pulling back and pushing back in roughly, generating a loud slap as their his met in coitus bliss. He was rewarded with a breathless squeak from Pumpkin, and a sound of encouragement from his mother.

He pulled back, his sister’s wetness completely coating his shaft, before ramming back home again. Pure instincts driving him as he started pounding into his sister’s cunt.

Slap.Slap.Slap.

“Pound…” she hissed sharply into his ear, conveying to him how much she was enjoying this. Her voice sounded strained, like she was in pain, but the truth was was that the mind numbing pleasure that came with it more than made up for it. The corners of her vision darkened and spots began appearing as brain tried to keep up with her body.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Pound could feel his balls contract in the tell tale signs of his climax, and from the look on his sister’s face told him that she wasn’t far behind. The other mare in the room was pretty much ignored as the two copulating ponies increased their pace. Pumpkin dug her fingers painfully into Pound’s back, eliciting a grunt that was feral in nature.

Slap.Schlck.Shclk.

The sounds grew wetter and more lewd. Pumpkin wrapped her legs around Pound’s waist, restricting his movement’s, so Pound could only thrust into Pumpkin in short, rapid thrusts. It was all the same to Pound. He couldn’t last much longer anyway.

“Pumpkin!” he screamed as he reached his climax. His face scrunched into one in pure ecstacy as he emptied his load into her. He had tried to pull out, but his sister’s legs had held him firmly in place.

His hot spunk filled her womb, and Pumpkin screamed and thrashed underneath his larger frame, sputtering and drooling as her eyes were unfocused, as she felt her very being being lit on fire.

She had came too. Several times, in fact. Her juices squirting out in a jet, coating Pound’s empty balls with her nectar.

Finally, with juices seeping out of her abused folds, they collapsed, Pound on top of Pumpkin.

“Well done, kids. I… am… so proud… of you…” was the last thing Pound heard before sleep took him.

Author's Note

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