Marble opened her eyes as familiar, strong arms wrapped around her bare body. If anypony else had even considered doing this to her, she would have run. Screamed to the heavens that she was in danger. The quiet mare did not need to this morning though, not with these arms. Her fingers laced themselves into her beloved’s, and she snuggled against the body that lay beside her.
When they were this close, she could feel all of the other mare’s form. The soft contours of her breasts as they rose and fell, the smaller set pressed firmly against Marble’s back. The muscles of the others arms twitched as they moved ever so subtly, finding the best place to rest on Marble’s own, flat stomach. It was odd for them not to simply rest on the shy mare’s bosom, but as it was simply the day after the Apple’s had left, she thought it might be because her lover wanted to simply cuddle.
It was only then that Limestone’s first, choked sob escaped her lips.
Marble tried turning around, but her sister’s arms were stiff, and kept her in place. The shy mare didn’t even try to beat Limestone in strength, but instead tried to scootch back, to press more of herself against her sister. It had been years since she had ever seen Limestone cry. Not even Holder’s Boulder falling down had caused her to lose it. But the shakes and spasms that came with her sister’s breaths told her that she was in pain. Pain Marble did not want to stay.
“Please, tell me what’s wrong.”
Limestone squeezed tighter, nuzzling into the neck she was so familiar with. The first time she had been like this with her sister was almost five years at this point, when one Hearthswarming she had come out to her sister about her feelings, and had been accepted into those shy arms. Now though, she feared that even with her lover’s enthusiastic response to her tears, she was slipping out of them. “I… I don’t want to lose you.”
“L-lose me?” Marble tried a bit harder to escape her sister’s grip, but to no avail. All that she managed to do was start getting herself sweaty, the heat of having her beloved in the same bed as her getting to her, despite their situation. She hated herself for it, but with what Limestone had said, maybe it was for the best. “Why would you ever think that?”
A shuddering breath escaped the older sister. “I’m not an idiot Marble. I saw how you looked at him. How you and that…” Limestone shoved her head into the pillow beside her head, screaming into it her frustrations.
Marble felt the arms around her loosen, and she turned herself around. She immediately nuzzled against Limestone again, her own large bosom pressed against Limestone’s. She could feel the other mare’s hard nipples, erect from the morning chill, press into the top of her own mounds, but this time ignored the arousal. She would use her dampening nethers later. “You mean Big Macintosh?”
Limestone turned her head enough to let one eye look through her strands of light gray hair. She too was beginning to feel the familiar heat of their mornings, and wanted nothing more than to forget her fears. To take Marble as she was, and stay in those arms until the very last minute that she had to let go. She was never a mare to ignore problems though, and would not do so with something so important. “Yes, and I know you like him.”
Marble felt a tear run down her face as she reached down to where one of Limestone’s hands were. Her fingers wrapped around the limp fingers, giving them a light squeeze. She then put her face right to her sister’s, keeping her other arm wrapped around Limestone in a light hug. “I… I would be lying if I did not say that he was nice.,” she watched as Limestone’s eyes lowered, “but he can’t replace this.”
Limestone looked up for a moment, her frown not willing to remove itself. “This is familiar. You only got to meet him once. Give him time and…” Limestone looked down again, before screaming into the pillow for a second time.
Marble leaned in, and pressed her lips gently to Limestone’s neck. Even with how little pressure there was, it still got her sister to turn again, and she smiled, her grip tightening. “I mean it Lime. I… I love you, and you know that. No matter how nice it was to have another pony who was as,” she giggled a little, before beaming at Limestone, “loud and boisterous as I am,” she nuzzled into the other mare’s collarbone, and whispered into her ear, “nopony could ever replace you.”
Limestone blinked a few times, before bringing her free hand up, and bopping Marble on the nose. “That.. that was a terrible joke.”
The gray mare nuzzled in closer, the smile not leaving. “Please believe it?”
For a few moments, Limestone stayed still, simply looking down into Marble’s eyes, drinking in the beautiful purple hues that surrounded the wide, black pupil that she could always lose herself in. Her breath caught for a moment, and tears began to fall from her eyes once more. “O-okay sis. I… I’ll believe you. I promise.”
The two threw their arms around each other, entangling themselves in the others body, nuzzling as Limestone continued sobbing, and a trail of tears fell from Marble’s face. The two had often been wrapped up tight, but this was the first time they had done so purely to feel contact with the other. To know how close they were.
Limestone had spent all night thinking about this problem though, and soon, all of that time awake caught up with her. Marble opened her eyes as she felt her perpetually stressed sister finally relax, and could hear her soft breathing. A small smile lit up Marble’s face as she leaned back. This was almost the only time she ever got to see her sister at peace, instead of worrying about something on the farm, or with the family. It was a moment she treasured each time, and didn’t want to lose. Not now, not ever.
Marble slowly slid her way down, taking in deep breaths as she tried to keep herself calm. She had done this a million times, and this time was no different. Limestone’s scent filled her nose as she took her time, examining every contour of her sister’s body. The lithe muscles, rough stomach, even the small scars sometimes made from shards of rock in the past, all were familiar to her. The strength within them, matched with the kindness they could also bring during times like these, were her favorite part of her beloved’s body, and a tear fell down her face at how insecure Limestone must be to think that any random stallion could just walk in and make her leave these lines behind.
Finally, it was time to stop just examining. Instead, Marble gently placed her hands to Limestone’s inner thighs, and slowly pushed them open. At first, the small slit between her sister’s legs was shut, with the only sign of them being at all ready for Marble’s appearance being the sickly sweet smell wafting off of them. A smell the shyer mare knew well. With each passing moment, Marble got to see more and more of what was kept hidden away, and only was ever revealed to her. Limestone’s gentle, pink folds, just waiting for Marble, as they normally did each morning. Most would have told Marble it was of poor form, or bad behavior to be used to enjoying her sister’s taste for breakfast, and that the habit she had formed over the years would bring her ruin. To her though, it was one more way to prove to Limestone that she never wanted to leave her side, even if it was harder to tell then with the rings they both wished they could wear.
Slowly, inching closer and closer, more and more of her sister’s scent filled her nose, Marble came to those very folds, the smell she had come to adore now all she could. It hadn’t always been this way with Limestone having to spend a full year helping Marble get used to their bonding sessions. She had of course enjoyed them, but it had taken so long for Marble to stop just freezing up at even the thought of touching her sister down here.. Ever since though, Limestone had found out that falling asleep around Marble led to being deeply spoiled.
Her tongue came forward, pressing against Limestone’s folds. The nectar that was hot against the private skin was sweet to the taste, at least to Marble. It had long ago become her favorite drink, and she began to greedily lap it up, wanting to make sure her sister was reminded of how much she loved her.
As the folds quivered and quaked, Marble got to work with her hands. They slowly began to move up Limestone’s legs, the fingers tracing stray muscles she found, and giving gentle squeezes to the firm flesh at times. As she began to nibble on one side of Lime’s pussy, her own body quivering in eagerness from the slightest moan that escaped the purple mare beneath her, her hands curled around, leaving Limstone’s thighs, and reaching to her firm ass. Hard as a rock was the motto of her sister when it came to her body, and her ass was no different.
Marble worked harder and harder, darting her tongue in and out of her sister, always making sure to eat up as much of her juices as she could. At this point, Limestone was awake again, but didn’t say anything as she threw one arm over her eyes, her mouth hanging open as she gasped, trying to regain control of the rampant arousal running through her. Limestone was never one to slack though, and let her sister feel her commanding touch, the touch she knew Marble enjoyed so much as she placed a hand on the back of the shyer mare’s head and forced it to only know her slick slit. Despite now being unable to bob her head, Marble did not stop having some control over spoiling Limestone, and focused more on her hands. Limestone clenched her teeth, trying not to scream as her ass began being kneaded into, those delicate fingers knowing exactly where to ress to get her raring to go. She couldn’t scream though, because even with their parents having long ago accepted that they could not stop their daughters’ love, they despised being awoken by the two.
It was quickly becoming too much for her though. A night that had started out being filled with such deep fear had now so quickly been replaced by love and lust that she hadn’t been prepared for at all. Not that she hated being putty in her sister’s hands, especially as her body began to stiffen. She tried to resist what was happening, keep back the build up that was deep within her, but knew it was futile, and that their play time may soon end. The moment Marble stuck her thumb into Limestone’s hardass, the older mare slammed a hand over her mouth, and let out a muffled scream as a wave of relief flooded through her. The feminine juices overflowed from her nethers, splattering over Marble’s face as she was forced as deep as she could go against Limestone’s crotch. One last shudder ran through her as she heard Marble swallow part of the juices that had escaped, before she fell back onto the bed, lying flat as she panted.
Marble’s face came into Limestone’s vision a few moments after, and the two joined together in a heated kiss. Their breaths didn’t matter as they held it for a long few minutes, moaning into the others mouth as their tongues danced with one another. Finally, air was desired, and they separated, panting, with their eyes never parting. Limestone wrapped her arms around her sister and squeezed. “Do you really think we’ll never be apart?”
Marble placed a hoof over her one visible eye, thankful that her hair covered the tear that fell from the other. “Pinkie Promise.”
Limestone did the same to her own eye, but with no hair to hide her tears. “I Pinkie Promise that I will always love you.”
Marble nuzzled against her beloved sister, before whispering, “You don’t need to promise on things that are facts.”
The older sister nodded, and cried tears of joy as she fell asleep.
