Pounding Pumpkins

Saying he was excited would be a huge understatement. Pound Cake was ecstatic. Why? It was his birthday! Well, his and Pumpkin Cake's birthday. You see, they are twins. Not only were they born on the same day, but they were born only minutes apart! Mrs. Cake never let them hear the end of that story, but never mind that. It was Pound and Pumpkin Cake's birthday!

"Mom?" Pound calls as he races down the stairs to the bakery. "Mom!"

"I'm in the kitchen, sweetie!" Mrs. Cake replies as her son reaches the dinning room.

She finally spots her son.

"Oh, there he is, my big eighteen-year-old!" She cries as she hugs him tightly. "Now, what did you need?"

"I was looking for Dad. Have you seen him anywhere?" Pound asks.

"Your father? He went out to the market to get some more cooking supplies so we could begin on making your cake before you woke up. Why did you need him?"

"My bed is making that awful squeaking noise again, and he is the only one who knows where the hinge oil is."

"You're right. I suppose you'll just have to wait until he gets back." Mrs. Cake says as she turns towards the counter.

She grabs a rather large bag of flour and attempts to fling it over her shoulder. Time slows down. Just as the sack hits Mrs. Cake's shoulder, it splits open. Pound, who was standing right behind her, is buried in the white flour.

"Oh my!" Mrs. Cake yelps, throwing the empty flour bag aside. "Are you alright, sweetie?!"

"I'm fine, Mom..." Pound groans.

He coughs several times, sending clouds of flour into the air with each cough.

"Oh, you poor thing... I'm so sorry." Pound's mother says sweetly as she attempts to brush some of the flour off.

"I'm fine, Mom, really." Pound Cake protests.

"You'll need a change of clothes."

Pound nods as he observes his ghostly form. The whole situation might have actually been kinda funny if it hadn't happened to him. He begins to make his way out of the kitchen when his mother calls him.

"Sweetie, make sure you brush as much of that stuff off of your skin as you can, or you'll just make a bunch of dough in the shower." Mrs. Cake cautions.

"I got it, Mom."

With that being said, Pound Cake dashes out of the kitchen, through the bakery, and up the stairs. He reaches the top step, only to be stopped again.

"Whoa, you're really, really white!" A high pitched voice says.

"Thanks, Aunt Pinkie Pie..."

She was dressing cupcakes with frosting by a window overlooking Ponyville. That was her spot. Her name wasn't chiseled in a big stone by the window, but it was her spot all the same.

"Pound, what have I told you about playing in the batter bowl?" Pinkie Pie scolds.

"I wasn't playing in the batter bowl, Pinkie. Plus, that was over eleven years ago! How in Celestia's name could you even remember that?"

"I'm physic, remember?"

"No." Pound says flatly.

"Of course you do, silly. You should really take a shower." Pinkie says, diverting her attention back to the cupcakes.

"Really... You don't say?"

Pound wasn't really sure what happened next. He blinked, and Pinkie Pie was gone. The cup cakes had disappeared as well. The window was bare.

"I'll never understand that crazy woman..." Pound mutters to himself. "How in Celestia's name does she do that disappearing act?"

"What disappearing act?"

Pound screams in fear. He quickly turns around to find Pinkie Pie standing behind him, holding the tray of cupcakes.

"H-How... W-Wha-"

"Oh, Pound, you're so cute." Pinkie Pie giggles as she ruffles his hair.

She begins to make her way down the stairs.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" She gasps. "Happy birthday!" She shouts, giving him a big kiss on his left cheek.

Then, she is gone. Pound was still gasping for air as he slowly recovered from his mini heart attack. He tries to prioritize his thoughts.

"Alright... Shower... That's what I was about to do..." Pound reminds himself as he trudges down the hall.

Pound Cake didn't know it yet, but his life was about to change forever. It would be up to him to decide if it would be for the better, or if it would be for the worst.

***

Pound turns the shower nob, releasing a cascading waterfall of warm water. He began to strip out of his clothes. When fully nude, Pound steps into the shower, and he gives a sigh of blissful relief. Pound was so far gone. He didn't hear the door to the bathroom open.

"Wow, Pound." A female voice says casually. "What happened to you?"

Pound jumps. He had forgotten to close the curtain that shielded the glass shower walls. Thankfully, it was only his twin sister.

"He he... Did I scare you?" She asks innocently.

"What are you doing here, Pumpkin?" Pound snaps.

"I am doing what I do every morning. I always take morning showers. You know that. The real question is: what are you doing here?"

She had a point. Pound took showers daily, but he took his right before bed.

"Mom spilled flour all over me. She told me to clean myself up." Pound Explains, his cheeks burning bright red with embarrassment.

Pumpkin covered her mouth as if to hide a snicker.

"Really?" She asks. "Mom threw flour on you, and I wasn't there to see it?"

"Go away, Pumpkin."

"No, I don't think I will." Pumpkin says crossly. "I'm going to wait right here until you are finished. Then, I will take my shower."

Pumpkin makes her way over to the toilet, lowers the lid, and sits down.

"Could you at least move the curtain?" Pound asks, trying to cover his crotch.

"Nope." Pumpkin says flatly as she grabs a magazine. "The more uncomfortable you are, the happier I am."

"Come on, Pumpkin, please?"

Pound found himself completely ignored now. He knew the only way to get out was to wash the flour off as quickly as possible. He scrubbed his arms and legs in no time at all, but when he reached for his back, there were some setbacks.

"Gosh, Pound! What could possibly be taking you so long? Are you going to spend your entire birthday in the shower?"

"Don't rush me, Pumpkin!"

"Just get that stuff off your back and get out!" She orders.

Pound was trying, really. He threw his arm as far over his shoulder as he could, but he still could not reach his back. He tried twisting his arm behind his back, but he still could not reach it.

"Oh, for Celestia's sake..." Pumpkin groans. "Let me get it."

"W-What?!"

Pound watched as his sister began to strip. She did so as if nothing was wrong. Pumpkin causally removes her shirt and bra, setting her breasts free. Now, let's not make any mistakes here. Pound has seen his twin sister's breasts naked before. That was no shocker. As a brother, he felt nothing for them, but as a male, his penis throbbed with desire. They were huge. Just looking at Pumpkin's breasts made his own chest feel burdened. Pumpkin Cake continued to strip herself. Her pajama pants and thong came last. Pound let out a short gasp when he saw his sister's crotch. It was completely bare. Pumpkin had shaved her crotch and very recently.

"Move over." Pumpkin says as she opens the shower door.

"What are you doing, Pumpkin?" Pound asks, fear rising in his voice.

Pumpkin rolls her eyes and shrugs her shoulders, causing her naked breasts to bounce vigorously.

"I'm going to clean you up and take a shower at the same time. Don't get me wrong, Pound. Watching you struggle is fun and all, but I'm still your sister. Turn around."

The shower was steamy. Pound was grateful for that. If Pumpkin ever saw his erect penis... Well, he wasn't actually sure how she would react. The shower was rather spacious, but Pumpkin was standing a little to close to Pound for his own comfort. She stood behind him, rubbing body gel into his shoulders and down his back. Pound shivers when his sister's hands glide right above his rear before traveling back up.

"Turn around, please." Pumpkin says.

"Why?"

"You still have some flour matted on your chest. This should get it."

Pound nods and does as he is told, and he turns around to face Pumpkin. Almost immediately, he regrets that decision. Pumpkin, being only a few inches away from him, gasps. Pound freezes. His erect penis had made contact, and it was resting against Pumpkin's stomach. Pumpkin backs up quickly and looks down. Her fears were confirmed. It was her brother's penis.

"Pound..." She mutters.

"Pumpkin... Oh, Celestia... I'm so sorry. I can explain-"

"No need for that, Pound." His sister says quietly, still staring at her brother's penis.

"What?" Pound asks, not expecting that reaction.

"It's morning wood, isn't it?" Pumpkin asks.

Pound was speechless. Those were the last words he had ever expected to hear coming out of his sister's mouth. Pumpkin sees his surprise and puts her hands on her hips. Water continued to cascade down on them.

"Pound, I'm not a baby. I know what a boner is. Now, answer my question. Isn't that just morning wood? I know guys get it, like, every morning."

Not knowing what else to say, Pound nods. Pumpkin actually smiles.

"Men..." She says with a sweet giggle. "Well, I don't know when you normally, you know, jack off, and I don't exactly know your morning rituals, so feel free to knock yourself out. I won't mind, Pound. I promise. Give me the shower head, though."

Pumpkin slips past her brother, and she steps into the warm water. Once again, his penis throbbed with joy as it glides across her smooth body. Pound still couldn't believe his sister was giving him permission to masturbate in the shower. Pound rarely did that in the shower, but seeing his naked sister...

"Ooohhh..." Pound moans quietly to himself as he grasps his penis.

Pumpkin was simply beautiful. There was no better word. Her giant breasts swung freely as the warm water fell down her flawless skin. Pound's eyes drifted down to her butt. It was so well defined and well formed, that Pound felt he might cum without even having to touch his penis.

"I won't look, Pound, I promise, but I would appreciate you hurrying up a bit."

"I'm not masturbating, Pumpkin." Pound lies.

Pumpkin turns around and looks at him.

"I can clearly see you holding your penis, Pound."

"You said you wouldn't look!"

Pumpkin just giggles while she rubs soap into her arms and breasts. Pound wasn't sure, but it looked like she was pushing her breasts out, trying to make them look more desirable.

"Pound... Pound... Pound."

"Huh?" He snaps back to attention.

"What are you looking at?"

He had been caught.

"I... Uh..."

"My boobs?"

"I'll just get out, now..." Pound says quietly as he tries to slip past his sister to the shower door.

Pumpkin does something Pound did not anticipate. She blocks his path.

"So soon?" She asks softly. "You never finished..."

Pound yelps when he feels Pumpkin's hand graze up against his penis.

"Pumpkin..."

"I could help, if you'd like..."

"Pumpkin, no." Pound protests. "We can't."

"Why not? I'm your sister, aren't I? Sisters help their brothers..."

"Not like that!"

Pumpkin sighs heavily as she looks down at Pound's hard member.

"I don't even know why..." She says. "... but, I have wanted this. Ever since we turned fifteen, you have been my goal. Pound, do you love me?"

"Y-You're my sister. Of course, I love you."

"No, Pound, not like that. I mean... LOVE..."

Pumpkin tightens her grip around her brother's penis. Pound gasps when she begins to kneel.

"Pumpkin..."

"I want this, Pound. I want this for my birthday, please..."

Pound Cake was speechless. He never would have figured his twin sister, his innocent, and kinda bitchy twin sister, would want something like this.

"H-Have you done something like this before?" Pound asks nervously.

"No..." Pumpkin admits. "I'm a virgin, and I want you to take me. For my birthday, I want you to take me. What about you?"

"What?"

"Are you a virgin?"

Pound almost laughs.

"I thought we knew each other better than that. Do I really look like the guy who can hook up with whoever he wants to at school?"

Pumpkin shrugs.

"Well, you are a socially awkward idiot."

"Says the girl holding my junk less than an inch away from her mouth." Pound counters.

"One more comment like that, and I bite, hard." She replies with a sexy grin.

Pound smiles back. He couldn't help himself. He had to do it. Pound lifts Pumpkin up to her feet, and he forces her against the cold tile wall and kisses her. It wasn't a peak, and it wasn't a smooch. It was a passionate, loving kiss on the lips. Pound's pleading eyes bore into hers as he forced his lips against his sister's. At that moment, Pumpkin felt as though Pound had stolen her heart. She was now positive that she was in love with her brother. She slowly begins to close her eyes and return the passionate kiss. Pound flinches when he feels her soft tongue licking his bottom lip. Pound gladly accepts the invitation and lets her inside. Pumpkin's tongue races inside Pound's mouth and begins dancing with his own. The twins messily swap their saliva as they feel each other's rhythm. Pumpkin's amazing breasts were now flat as pancakes as they were pressed against Pound's chest. Pumpkin brakes the kiss and sighs happily when she feels Pound's penis twitching against her stomach.

"That was... nice..." She says lustfully, holding her brother closer to her body.

"Pumpkin... I really hate to ask..." Pound stutters.

"Yes?"

"Would you mind... If I kissed your breasts too?"

Pumpkin grabs his face and kisses his lips vigorously. When she pulls away, Pumpkin lays her head on his shoulder and begins kissing his neck.

"Of course... you can..." She says in between kisses. "... But let's get out of the shower, first. We've been in here far to long, and Mom might think something is up."

Pound begins to pout.

"Oh, sweetie..." Pumpkin whispers, kissing his neck again. "After breakfast. My room. Be there?"

"I will. Are we going to-"

"Have sex?" Pumpkin finishes for him. "Oh, yes. I want you to take me..."

Pumpkin then kisses him again. The twins stand in each other's embrace for a few seconds, locked in a wet tongue battle.

"I love you, Pound." Pumpkin says as she licks his lips a final time.

"I love you too, Pumpkin." Pound says back, giving her butt cheeks a loving squeeze.

"Of course you do, you big dork." Pumpkin giggles. "Now, let's get out. Would you mind drying off my boobs?"

Pound's heart nearly broke through his chest.

***TO BE CONTINUED***