Spiced Apples

The following morning, McIntosh awoke at just before the break of dawn as usual. He looked around his room for a few seconds as the wheels began to turn once more. His usual routine began to play out as he swung his feet over the side of his bed. He hadn't undressed from the previous night, which didn't really bother him, save for the apparent stench of dried sweat. Pulling on the loose collar of his undershirt he took a few tentative sniffs. His head physically recoiled at the stench he was producing. A shower was in order. Standing to his full height, he stretched his arms above his head and groaned out in light pain, shaking loose his joints from the prolonged stillness of sleep. He bounced lightly on the balls of his feet and walked to his dresser.

Pulling the top drawer open first, he acquired new boxers, socks, and a new undershirt. Sliding it back into place he pulled out the very bottom drawer and grabbed hold of a pair of clean work jeans. He had several pairs, one pair per day of the week. He thanked the Goddess that he only did light labor on Sunday as to wash his cloths and dry them, cause if not, than his room would smell like a locker room at the nearby gym. The last item on his checklist of new attire was a work shirt. He walked to his closet and slid the door out of the way, looking through his options. Pushing the standard red and orange shirts out of the way, he decided on a emerald green short sleeve work shirt. Cloths in tow, he exited his room and ventured to the bathroom.

Being the first one up was usually the best, seeing as how the water was always warmest and there was no wait. Closing the door behind him, he undressed in a rather lazy fashion. Crossing his arms over his abs and chest, he gripped the bottom of his undershirt, and with one swift motion, pulled the offending fabric over his head and tossed it to the wayside. Next was his trousers and boxers, which were usually easy to discard. Unfastening the button holding his pants snug to his hips, he hooked his thumbs under the waist band of his boxers while his fingers gripped the denim fabric loosely. And in a quick motion, pushed both articles down his legs to the hard wood floor below.

Standing in the buff now, he stepped out of his pants, before placing his hands on the small of his back. Bending backwards till he heard and felt a few pops come from his spine, he set himself right once more, and stepped into the shower. Pulling the shower knob out released a torrent of water from the shower head above, and after twisting said knob a little, the ideal temperature began to rain down on his body.

The farmer stood eyes closed with the warm water rushing down his head and body as his mind began to wander slightly. His thoughts trailing from work that had to be done around the farm, to making a apple sale to Barnyard Bargains later on in the day. One thought however struck him like a bolt of lightning. Applejack. His eyes snapped open, the vivid image of his younger sibling's nude form began to tease him. Her skin looked smooth to the touch, her hair like golden silk, and her hips. Sweet Goddess above her hips. His face grew red slightly, and his eyes seemed to bug out a bit. He felt a pulse rush down his body and begin to fill his member. He knew this was wrong, that thoughts of his sister in this manner were down right detestable and should never cross his mind.

However, these mental limitations did nothing to hamper his body's physical needs. His arousal grew more as he began fantasizing. His brain flooded his senses with images of her standing in front of him completely nude with water running down her body. He panted lightly, trying desperately to stave off these thoughts. He closed his eyes, but she was still there. Gazing at him with those deep emerald orbs that she called eyes. A lust filled gaze that seemed to egg him on. With a rather defeated grunt, he grabbed hold of his manhood. His calloused fingers gripped his swollen glands and began to pump it.

In his minds eye it was Applejack doing this for him. She was on her knees, looking up at him with a mischievous look in her eye. Her mouth inching closer and closer to the swollen head of his pride. Her fingers were delicate to the touch, tenderly holding him as she lulled her tongue out slowly. Each action she took was agonizingly slow and drawn out, aiding to his arousal. The tip of her tongue gently lapped at the flared head, slowly swirling around it to get a good long taste. The action made the farmer hiss his approval. His eyes shut tightly as the sensation shot through his body like a jolt of electricity.

Applejack gazed up at him teasingly and slowly wrapped her plush lips around the head, taking it into her mouth. It felt so warm and inviting. Her tongue wriggling and lapping at the underside of his manhood as she began to push her head down his shaft. McIntosh let out a audible groan of approval at the action. He placed his hand on the top of her head gently, running his fingers through her soft wet hair as she serviced his needs.

Closing her eyes, Applejack pushed her head as far as it could go down his shaft, nearly reaching his pelvis. McIntosh let out another groan of approval feeling her mouth coil around his thick member. Pulling back, he opened his eyes in time to watch her begin moving her head back and forth along his pride. Moaning deeply she began stroking her moistening mound in her own fit of arousal. Watching her slide her fingers along her wet sex, and her lustful expression as she bobbed her head up and down the length of his member was too much to bare.

“A.J, ah can't hold it much longer,” he moaned out. He felt himself twitching constantly in her mouth. Clenching his stomach muscles and shutting his eyes tightly, he tried his best to stave off his rapidly approaching climax. He peaked through one of his eyes and the sight that he beheld is what drove him over the edge. Applejack was licking his head rapidly while her free hand pumped him vigorously. Her eyes were filled with want, wanting him to do it.

“Go ahead big brother. Shoot yer load all over yer sister's face,” she moaned out. That was the chip that broke the dam. With a loud grunt, he felt himself release string after sticky slick string of his essence all over her face. Her mouth opened and her eyes closed as he coated her face with his ejaculate. He panted loudly and pressed his forearm against the wall of the shower. Opening his eyes, he saw that she was gone, and the wall now had his personal cream sliding down it. Letting his grip go, he groaned out in frustration. He had just masturbated to the thought of his sister servicing him. He felt so dirty and unclean. And Goddess knew that no amount of water would wash this stain on his conscience any time soon. With a heavy sigh, he washed the wall clean of his essence and washed his body with soap.

Prior to McIntosh waking up, Applejack had woken up a great deal earlier than him. She could only manage maybe an hour or two of sleep. Having already showered merely hours earlier, Applejack got dressed and made her way outside. Tiptoeing her way out of the house as quietly as possible, she crept passed Winona barefoot and didn't put on her boots till she was out on the grass. Pursing her lips to the side, she rubbed her eye and yawned softly, not exactly used to being up so early. If it wasn't for the pang of guilt she held in her stomach and deep in her chest, she probably would have slept longer.

Feeling as if she owed it to Big Mac, Applejack decided to handle his light labor chores before she tackled her own. Maybe it would make up for her embarrassing him so badly earlier. She didn't mean to do that to him, she just wanted to understand why he was acting so awkward around her. Reaching a small field, she found the plow he had set up a few days ago. Adjusting the harness around her waist she started to pull. This was much tougher than McIntosh made it look. She grunted rather loudly as she dragged the plow through the dirt. Her thoughts however were soon derailed as she began thinking of his reluctance and awkwardness. Chewing her lower lip, she stopped plowing the dirt and leaned against the plow, trying to figure out what exactly could be wrong. His mannerisms were off and it bothered her. Surely he wasn't wrestling the same issues she was having.

After a short moment of thinking of what his issue could possibly be, she began to think about how toned her brother was and how muscular his arms were. Applejack found herself sitting down on the plow, biting her lower lip at the thought. His large frame looming over her, the way his shirt stuck and clung to his body tightly and showed off his chest and abdomen. Her mind started to drift a bit more. She watched as he leaned over her. His hands planted on the sides of the door frame she was pressed against. He smiled down at her, his eyes contained a sense want. He pressed his face closer to her's. His smile was so confident. Thinking of this began to make the blood rush to her cheeks, causing them to turn red and heat up. Ripping herself from this fantasy, she began fanning herself quickly with her hand, she attempted to cool herself and let out a dry laugh. "Ah shouldn't be thinkin' of such things," she sighed to herself and got back to plowing.

Once those chores were done, she made her way back into the farm house. Taking off her boots, she rubbed her eyes again. Letting out a rather loud yawn, she stretched her arms up and over her head and began making her way passed the bathroom door. At the door her ear twitched hearing her name.  She blinked a few times and looked towards the bathroom door. She had assumed she was the only one awake at the moment . Pressing her ear to the door she grew quiet, straining to listen. Her eyes widened as she heard the rather ragged grunts of her brother on the other side.

His breathing sounded labored as he repeated her name over and over, over the sound of the running water.  She bit her lower lip, her face glowing a deep shade of red as she listened with captured attention. Biting her lower lip, she slowly brought her hand to the door to open it, her heart pounding loudly in her chest as her own desire started to fill her body. She wanted to join him in the shower, to help clean him off and run her hands against his skin. With her fingers lightly clutching the knob of the door, she heard him call her name once more and a rather loud grunt followed by a series of whimpers. Her hand recoiled away and moved away from the door.

She looked at the door, her cheeks still red and her panties were growing increasingly wet. She turned her back to the door and  Sped to her room at a quick pace. She made her way into her room and quickly closed the door behind her. Maybe now she'd be able to get some sleep.

Exiting the shower, having cleaned the wall, McIntosh still felt a bit dirty. Grabbing a towel he draped it over his head and pulled it back and forth vigorously to dry out his dark blonde hair. Squatting down on the toilet cover, he sat and contemplated his actions. Maybe it was just a one time thing.  Something he had to get it out of his system. Maybe that was it. With a sigh and a nod, he decided that, that was the right reasoning. Toweling off, he dressed rather quickly figuring he had spent too much time on “extra” activities. Now fully dressed, the farmer exited the bathroom and headed for the front door. Sitting on the stairs, he laced up his boots and pushed the door open, waking Winona from her slumber.

The Collie shot her head up and ran up to the man. McIntosh greeted her with an affectionate head rub as he began to walk to the fields to plow. He had to get a couple other things as well. His chores for the day involved plowing one of the freshly created fields, apple picking, and then going into town about mid day with a cart of apples for Mr. Rich. shoving his hands into his pockets, he walked with a relaxed stride out to the field. Much to his surprise, and confusion, the plow had been moved and the field already plowed and ready for cultivating. He raised an eyebrow, contemplating how this had happened.

“Now, how in tarnation did this happen?” he asked aloud. Scratching his head, he decided the best course of action was to simply roll with it. That was one choir he didn't have to deal with. Turning back to the barn he gazed at the horizon as the sun began to break the last bits of darkness. Its light scraped away at the every encompassing darkness of night. Solar rays began to blanket the world around in the brilliant glow of morning. A small gust of air pushed past him, blowing his unsecured shirt open and caused his hair to flutter lightly. This felt good, so very good. With a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, he approached the barn. Opening the wide doors, he spotted the empty crates he would need as well as his all too familiar cart.

Stacking a few crates into the back of the wagon, McIntosh knew it was going to be a scorcher. Since he wouldn't need to be back for a while, he took his work shirt off and left only his undershirt to cover his chest. Looking to the wall, he grabbed a deep brown harness. Placing it around his neck and securing the ropes to it, he began to pull the cart out of the barn and along the gravel road. Today he was working on some of the trees in the west field. He smiled softly, knowing that there was a really good remedy for his troubles; good, old fashion, hard physical labor.

Applejack couldn't help but toss and turn on her bed. She couldn't get comfortable at all, thinking about her brother didn't exactly help the situation. The fantasy from earlier played in her mind over and over as she tried to sleep. His smile was just too much. Coupled with that look in his eyes, she really couldn't take it much longer. Chewing on the skin that made up her lower lip, she glanced left and right as she slid her hands down her bountiful chest.

Her hands cupped her breasts and slowly kneaded the flesh through her shirt. Sliding one of her hands down lower, she slipped a hand into her panties and pushed her fingers along her lower lips and into her moist folds. It came as a small shock to Applejack as to just how wet she had gotten just thinking about her older brother made her. Rubbing her clit gently, she closed her eyes and let out a soft gasp of approval over the appealing feeling. With her free hand, she slid it back up and under her shirt, grabbing hold of one of her breasts, giving special attention to her slowly hardening nipple.

Closing her eyes, Applejack began to think of the same fantasy she had when she was working the field. A soft groan escaped past her full lips, her fingers clutched her chest tighter as she began to knead. Slowly turning her head, Applejack opened her eyes. A shiver rolled up her spine as she watched her brother walk out of the barn without a shirt on. She couldn't help but let out another gentle groan. If there was one thing that was on her mind, it was for him to take her, and take her good and hard. Slowly, she began to pump her finger inside of her. It didn't take her long to feel the need to add another finger. Her breathing became shallow as her chest heaved. She could hear her heart throb and felt as if the sound of it filled the room completely.

Being quiet was turning out to be a challenge for Applejack, especially as her fantasy began to envelope her and evolve. In her mind's eye, she watched as Big Mac's nude frame crawled on top of her. Looming over her, he propped himself up on his muscular arms. She blushed deeply watching him smile gently down at her. Her eyes widened at the feeling of tip of his manhood began to rub against her folds cause another lustful moan to escape. Her hips bucked excitedly up at him. She wanted him to be inside of her so badly that it caused her entire body to ache.

"Come on, sugarcube, don't tease me," She whimpered as she looked up at him, leaning up to lick his lips. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down to kiss him roughly. His lips were soft against her's as they melded together. Shifting her hips, she drew her legs up and moaned as she felt him rub the tip of his cock against her folds once more before slowly pushing into her. Arching her back, she pulled her head away from his and let out a lustful gasp. Her nails dug into his back, as the pain of his throbbing erection pressed deep into drenched folds. He slowly began withdrawing himself from her only to slide back in just as deep. His actions elicited several deep moans from her as he delved his member deeper into her. His grunts filled her ears, his arms giving way slightly allowing him to come face to face with her. His lips brushing lightly against her's.

Before long, Applejack was pulled from her fantasy as she felt herself start to cum. Blushing deeply, her body began to stiffen as she felt the sweet release. Breathing heavily, she allowed her body to drop to the bed. Taking off her shirt, she wiped her hand off against it and tossed it to the floor. Now that she had taken care of that, she rolled onto her side and began to wonder if the thoughts that her and her older brother shared were just caused by all the time they spent together. Maybe it was just a moment of moral weakness that Applejack couldn't exactly avoid. Whatever the reason was, Applejack couldn't remember the last time she came so hard to the thought of anyone. Shaking her head, she let out a sigh and closed her eyes.

A few hours past by rather quickly as he worked. The sun hung high in the sky and beat down on the farmer relentlessly. Covered and saturated in sweat and dirt, his undershirt was now next to useless to him. With a light growl, he discarded it into the cart and continued working. Pulling the cart once more, he made his way to his next tree. This was probably going to be the last tree he would harvest prior to going to the market today. Pulling the harness from around his neck, he set it on the ground and pulled out the last few crates. He arranged them in various places at the base of the tree and took a step back. The Apple family had a very interesting way of harvesting their apples. It was a form known as Apple Bucking. Usually this technique involved a powerful back kick to the tree to shake the apples loose and cause them to rain down.

In McIntosh's case, he preferred a snap kick approach. Twisting his body into a more combat like stance, he bounced on the balls of his feet as he started to pump up his adrenaline. Feeling himself get fully juiced up, he pivoted on his left leg causing his right to  raise off the ground and striking the tree with the force and speed of a lightning strike. Upon impact, the tree and the soil shook violently as apples rained down from the branches. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he smiled at his handy work. Retrieving the freshly fallen apples, he decided now was the best time to head back. Judging by the sun, he had been buckin' apples for at least 4 hours now. Re-securing his harness, he headed back through a more untouched path.

As the hours had passed, Applejack had finally gotten some sleep and when she had finally woken, she felt very well rested. Slowly, she sat up and stretched her arms up and over her head, once she heard a popping noise, she lowered her arms and slowly crawled out of bed. Going into her closet, she got changed into a pair of Daisy Duke shorts, a push up bra and a tank top. Leaving her room was the challenge. She didn't want to run into her older brother out of fear of blushing and acting like babbling idiot. Shaking her head and mustering the courage, she left the room and went into Applebloom's room to wake her up. "Come on, kiddo. It's time ter wake up and do yer chores," Applejack spoke gently as she picked up her sister out of the bed. "Ah want ya to go muck out the pig pen and then take Winona out fer a walk. After that, you can take a shower and play with yer friends."

After making sure her little sister was on her way, Applejack made her way down to the kitchen and decided that it was a good idea to help out Grannie in the kitchen. Sitting down on her chair, she began to peel away and core out the apples before handing them to grannie, who was slicing them up and putting them with their dinner and dessert. If there was one thing Applejack loved, it was the smell of fresh cut apples filling the house.

McIntosh's path tapered till it reached the main road, where it was much more smooth sailing to the house. Looking out to the the barn, he noticed Apple Bloom taking care of the pig stalls. He smiled with a bit of smug satisfaction at her having such a dirty job seeing as how she melted the gazebo and hoarded all of the nails on the farm the day of Summer Wrap Up. He walked past her and set the cart down in front of the barn. Going into said barn for a quick moment, he grabbed his shirt and headed to the house. He needed to shower before going into town.

After a quick shower, he redressed in some cleaner cloths with the exception of his work shirt since it had stayed in the barn most of the day. Buttoning it up and securing his fresh jeans and boxers to his body, the farmer went back outside only to be stopped by the sweet smell of apples filling the air. He smiled softly and went outside. He hitched the cart around his arm rather than his neck. It was easier to pull on roads like this and required less brute strength.