Two years after that night, the best thing happened in the weirdest of ways.

Lucky's Dirty Secret: Revelations

It was a sunny day, Dusty had come over to my new house to help me unpack and settle in. I had moved back from Baltimare because the college kicked me out for smoking weed under the bleachers in the gym. He lived with our brother Ænema in a cabin, dead smack in the middle of the White Tail Woods. My new house was about two and a half miles away from their house, so I felt comfortable being back home. Although Dusty and I are twins, Ænema was born a year before we were, so he took more after Dad's side of the family. Dusty and I have brown coats and dirty blonde manes, while our brother has a yellow blonde mane and a grey coat. His eyes are blue, mine are green, and Dusty's eyes are a dark gold color. Ænema's Cutie Mark is pretty weird too. It's an eye that has two pupils, looking in different directions. He says his talent is to see a pony's true intentions through their body language. Mine is a horseshoe wrapped around a peg in the ground, since I'm really good at throwing horseshoes. And Dusty's is a guitar with wings spread out. His special talent is... Well, the first time he ever picked up a guitar, this is what he played.

And he did that with his wings! That's how he earned his Cutie Mark.

Sorry, I got a little off track.

Anyway, we had been carrying boxes into the house all day, and after unpacking almost all the boxes, we were wore out. There was still a few boxes lying around, but they can wait till later. We both had sweat dripping off our faces, and Dusty smelled soo good, his chocolate scent filled my nose. Dusty went over to the couch and plopped down, I stood at the edge of it. "Man, Ah sure am beat." he said. "Time ta relax, unwind, an' fill this house with smoke." He pulled out his little round container (where he kept his Ganja) and a pack of blunt papers, but I stopped him.

"Can we wait until I get outta the shower? I feel icky." I said, shuddering a little.

"Sure thang Sis, Ah'll have it rolled 'n ready for ya." He began rolling it as I made my way up the steps to the bathroom.

After I got the blunt rolled, I sat it on the coffee table and looked around for something to do. My eyes landed on a plain brown book with a clasp on it. I picked it up as soon as I heard the water kick on upstairs and opened it up, taking a look inside the front cover.

This Journal belongs to Lucky Roads.

I sat it back where it was and looked around for something else, but nothing caught my eye, so I picked the journal up again. Opening it to a random page, nothing highly interesting stuck out, so I flipped it to another random page. This entry had been dated two years ago, during our camping trip to Three Hooves. I read a page and a half of it, then quickly started skimming over the rest. My eyes came to a dead stop when I saw it.

I woke up sometime in the middle of the night because my belly was itching. I reached down to scratch it, but my hoof hit something hard. I felt it to see what it was, and my eyes shot wide open. I look down and see Dusty's cock standing at full attention, poking me in the belly.

Mah dick did WHAT?!

I had to read it three times just to understand what I was looking at. I didn't remember any of this happening. I kept reading on, to see what became of that night.

I was so shocked, I didn't know whether to wake him up or just move. I really didn't want to embarrass him, but then a thought crossed my mind. Doesn't a stallion get hard while he's asleep because he hasn't been with a mare for some time? I didn't know if it was true or not, but at that point, I started feeling bad for Dusty. And I didn't know what else to do... So I just followed my instinct.

Oh, really now? Uh huh...

As I kept reading, I found out that while I was asleep, my sister got both our rocks off, and actually enjoyed it. I never thought she would try something like that, boy was I wrong. But what stuck out to me, was that she didn't do it for a selfish reason. She did it because she thought she was taking care of me. That meant a lot to me. But that also posed another question, one that surprised me when it came to mind: Would she ever want to do it again? Well the next passage, dated the night after, went ahead an answered that question.

I want to tell Dusty what happened, but I have no idea how he'll react to it. I really don't want to upset him. But... What if he wasn't upset? What if he was actually willing to do it with me? Heh, yeah right. Like that would ever happen. As much as I'd love to be rutted silly by him, I doubt Bubby would feel the same.

When I got up that morning, if someone told me that my twin sister wanted to fuck me, I'd have probably called them a dumbass. But here it was, plain as day in my Sissy's wingwriting. So, as I closed and sat down her journal, I thought real long and hard, and I came up with a plan.

I was gonna return the favor.

Finally, I got done with my shower and headed back downstairs to find Dusty so we could get stoned. He was still sitting in the same spot that I had left him in, balancing the blunt on his nose. "Ok Bubby, let's fire it up!" I said excitedly.

In true show-off style he flicked his head up, tossing the blunt into the air and catching it in his mouth, looking at me with a smirk and waggling his eyebrows. I busted out laughing at him as he lit it, drawing the healing smoke into his lungs. He held his breath and passed it to me, just as I sat down and snuggled into him. I took it and puffed on it, held it in as long as I could, then passed the blunt back to him. We passed it back and forth until it was half its size, then Dusty put it out and sat it in the ashtray. "Soo, you wanna go ahead and get the rest of them boxes unpacked?" he asked me.

I blew out the smoke and coughed a little. "Well, seein' as how them boxes are filled with nothin' but my panties an' lingerie, I think I'll wait till later to unpack those."

"Ah didn't know you had lingerie." he said, surprised. "Which pair's yer favorite?"

I myself was surprised at the question. "Well," I got up and walked over to the box, opening it up and looking inside, "my favorite pair is this one." I held up a set of emerald green panties and stockings for Dusty to see. He looked at him, and I could've sworn that I saw him smile a little. "I don't know what they're made out of, but they're super soft."

"They look soft. Can Ah see ya wear 'em?"

I was shocked at what I'd heard. "Wha-? Y..you want me to... Dress up for you?" I didn't understand why he would ask me to do that.

With a straight and serious face, my brother looked me in the eyes.

"Ah'd love for ya to."

Author's Note

Well, whadaya know? Seems like Dusty's plan is in its first stages. Will Lucky dress up for Dusty? Will Dusty's plan work out the way he wants? Stay tuned to find out!