I’m not sure why I’m writing this, except maybe to reflect on it when I’m older – or maybe it’s just to get it off my chest. Either way, this is an account of some of the… quirks about me and my family. I guess I should start at the beginning.

My name is Telsa. I’m from a family of farmers. Wheat farmers, to be exact. We’ve been growing wheat for generations on a reasonably sized farm out in the Hayworth Expanse. Very rural area, lots of other farmers as neighbors but miles apart, so lots of privacy.

We’re a family of mostly earth ponies, but have the occasional mix – for example, my sister is a pegasus. And really, that’s where it all starts. With my sister.

It all started when we just foals. My little sister, named Forte, was a rambunctious blue pegasus from birth. I, on the other hand, was a rambunctious green pony. Needless to say, we were always fighting – the only edge I had was that I was a year older, so I at least won the wrestling matches we would get into.

The real problem, and focus of these stories, started when we were teenagers. I remember it quite vividly – it was a few days after the Hearth’s Warming festival, so it was bitterly cold outside. Our family had come to visit but had all left at this point, and the wheat had become dormant for the winter, so our chores were lessened. Still, my sister and I were left in charge with managing the stores, so every day we would have to check and make sure nothing was coming to eat our crops and the temperature was right, etc etc.

I had woken up early that morning to the smell of baked bread. Assuming that our mother had cooked some breakfast for us, I hopped out of bed and headed downstairs. When I walked into the kitchen, instead of my mother I found my sister in the kitchen, bread and butter out on the table smelling heavenly.

“Heya bro!” she greeted me warmly. “Finally got Mom’s recipe down! Try some and tell me how it is.”

I had never been much of a cook, but my sister was very gifted with it. I sat down at the table with an appreciative nod, slicing some bread and buttering it. “Where’s Mom and Dad? Are they still sleeping?” It was strange for our parents, practically workaholics, to ever sleep in and miss breakfast.

“Nah, they headed into town already. They said something about ‘supplies’ for a new line of crops. Bet one of our uncles put some crazy idea in Dad’s head.” She shrugged, pulling off her small apron and sitting down across the table from me.

Munching down on the bread, I rolled my eyes. Dad was always getting new ideas and trying to advance the farm. “They say when they’re coming back?” I managed through a mouthful of bread.

Forte shook her head at me. “The roads are pretty nasty, so who knows. Dad took the big cart, though.”

I groaned. That meant that we had to do our chores around the farm with the smaller carts, which took extra long. “I guess we should get started then. I’d like to finish checking the stores sooner rather than later to be done with it.”

Forte looked a little hurt that I didn’t eat more of her bread or even compliment it, which I thought was odd – she normally wasn’t very sensitive about this kind of stuff, so I shrugged it off, even if it was a little rude. Either way she followed me out of the house and across the cold ground to the storage unit. I won’t bore you with the details, since I’ve always been terrible with farming to be honest, but we kept the wheat in a closed off barn that was insulated from cold and critters, with only one entrance. It was nice and warm inside, with large metal bins holding a majority of the wheat and a small raised walkway between them.

When we entered the storage, a strange smell faintly tickled my nose. I thought nothing of it at first. “Forte, you wanna go up and check the gauges? I’ll follow you.”

“Oh… uh, nah, you can handle the walkway today.” I cocked an eyebrow at my sister. She always loved to do the walkway, generally wanting to fly up there and show off her pegasus wings. This was my second warning sign that something was up, but being a dumb young colt, I shrugged and began climbing up the stairs.

As I stepped onto the walkway, the strange smell I had smelled upon arrival seemed to lessen, which made me feel better. The walkway was rickety and made loud creaking noises as I walked along it, looking down into the bins. Forte and I usually went up together, but today she sat by the door, looking almost… embarrassed. Again, I ignored all the warnings that anything was different about my sister that day and continued my inspection.

As fate would have it, one of the gauges caught my eye. It looked slightly lower than it should, so I called out to Forte. “Hey, bin 5 looks low, come here and help me adjust it.” Adjusting was a two person job, as one person had to release the valve on some pipes while the other would watch the gauge.

Forte moved slower than usual, walking up the walkway instead of flying as usual. Even my lack of observation skills couldn’t miss that, so I perked up my ears at her. “Hey, you okay?”

She jumped at the question, her brows furrowing. “I’m fine! What a stupid question!” With that she hurried up and grabbed the valve. “Just watch the stupid gauge.”

My sister’s odd behavior made me raise an eyebrow at her, but more importantly I realized that strange smell had returned. It smelled sweet, which was generally a bad thing around the stores. “Do you smell that?” I asked, looking down at the bins to see if there was a fungus or something in them.

“No – now watch the gauge!” She spat the words at me, and looking up I saw her blushing slightly. I had no idea what was going on, but the smell seemed to be getting stronger. Still, her response didn’t make me want to bring it up again, so I watched as she turned the valve and the guage moved slowly.

It only took half a minute or so to get the gauge right, but the smell kept getting stronger. The more I smelled it, the more I seemed to… like it, like smelling a sweet flower bouquet or something. Even my slow brain eventually put two and two together and realized that the smell was coming from my sister. “Ok, I think the bin’s fine now, sis. And… uh… I think you need to take a shower or something.”

I know. It was a really stupid thing to say. She looked at me with a look of horrified disgust, as if I had slapped her. In typical Forte fashion, she immediately tackled me with anger in her eyes.

At this point, we hadn’t had one of our knock-down, drag-out wrestling matches in a while. The last time we had fought like this I had been a head or so taller than my sister – I hadn’t done much growing since then, but she certainly had. She pinned me to the ground of the walkway and started pelting my neck with punches, while I pushed her chest upward, trying to get her off of me and out of reach to hit me.

I managed to push her up and off of me, shaking the walkway as I hopped up and gritted my teeth. I didn’t know what had gotten into my sister, but right now I was too angry to care. I swung wildly at her but she bounded off the walkway, flying in a tight arc out and around me. Her air superiorty was always her best advantage, and she caught me with her hindhooves in the side. I had not expected as much force as she had used, and lost my footing.

I heard the walkway railing bend with a horrible grinding noise. I felt a sensation of flying, or rather falling. Then I heard a loud clunk.

I don’t know how long I was out, but when I came to my sister was standing over me with a very worried expression on her face, her muzzle very close to mine. As I opened my eyes, she breathed a sigh of relief, reaching down to hug me.

When she hugged me, I realized we were inside one of the wheat bins, and I was laying on a large grain pile. Looking up, there was a sizable dent in the bin where my head had hit, and the throbbing pain in my head helped support that theory.

“I’m so sorry, Telsa!” Forte said, hugging me tight and sitting down on me. “I didn’t mean to do that!”

Reaching a hoof up to rub my head, I blinked at her. Her muzzle was rubbing the side of mine and her body was being pressed tightly into me. But most importantly, that sweet smell was back now – and stronger than ever.

“I-it’s okay, Forte. I… um, didn’t mean to… say… you smelled.” I had trouble speaking, because the smell was getting stronger as my sister hugged me. I had never smelled it before, but my body reacted as if it was the most natural thing in the world. The throbbing pain in my head was gradually replaced with a tightening sensation in my groin, my shaft tightening just slightly.

Forte chuckled on me. “I won this time, though!” A smile crept onto her muzzle. “No arguing that one.” As I said, I usually won our scuffles because I had been bigger than her, but she had caught up with me at this point.

I was in no mood to argue though, as the more of the sweet scent I smelled, the tighter my crotch got. My sister laying on top of me was not helping the situation – walking around without clothes was normal, but getting a chubby in front of your sister? She’d never let me live it down, so I hoped she wouldn’t notice.

My sister noticed it, of course. She immediately let go of the hug and pushed herself up and off of me. Her face shot to my underside now, which was laid bare since I was flat on my back, a look of shock on her face.

“I-I-I d-didn’t mean… um,” I stammered, my hooves moving to cover up myself and rolling away from her. “It wasn’t… I didn’t-“ I began apologizing looking over my shoulder at my sister, but a blue hoof on my snout silenced me instantly.

I looked at my sister’s face, expecting a look of revilement, or perhaps a mischievous “you’re gonna be in so much trouble” look. Instead, I found half-lidded eyes and a grin surrounded by flushed cheeks. “Is that for me?” she asked, in a very un-sister-like tone.

The smell – that sweet smell that had caused my body to react this way – seemed to intensify in strength, causing my cock to slide out even further from its sheath. “It… uh… the smell… did it…” I had never been more embarrassed in my life. If I had even half my sense I would have known what my sister was trying to do, but I was far too petrified of exposing myself to realize it, trying to cover myself up with my hooves. The smell had coaxed it out of me, and not being the brightest of stallions, I still hadn’t figured out where it was coming from.

My sister knew, of course.

I felt her hoof rest on my side before feeling her breath on my neck. “I can help with that…” My body tensed up immediately as I looked down. My sister’s muzzle was against my neck and her body was sliding up to mine from behind.

“F-Forte? What are you… oooo~,” was all I managed as her hoof moved to around my shaft. It twitched under her touch, hardening instantly.

“Relax big brother,” she said in a sultry voice. “Your little sis can handle this.” Her hoof started sliding up and down my rod even as my body shrank away.

Don’t get me wrong. I loved the feeling. But I had never been with any mare that way – I was still a young teenager. I didn’t know that my sister did have experience (story for another day), and she could tell I was brand new at this. And I think that just made it hotter for her.

At this point she was blushing crimson through her blue fur, and she looked up at me. Her rainbow colored eyes stared at me with a hunger, and I stared back, totally lost in just how amazing all of this felt. As her hoof slid up and down my cock, her wings flared out and gently brushed my rump, causing a tickling sensation to make me open my legs wider.

She broke the staring contest we had by plowing her lips into mine, shoving her delicious tongue into my mouth. I shuddered with the warmth of it, using my own tongue to gently lick hers. My body moved of its own accord, shifting to lay on my back, completely exposing myself.

My sister wasted no time at this point, letting her mouth slip away from mine, her hoof stroking my throbbing member hard into my belly. “Is this all for me?” she asked, giving me a playful squeeze. “You shouldn’t have, bro…”

Within seconds, she had slid her mouth down to the tip of my completely hard dick, her tongue lolling out to lick my flared tip. My hooves shot to my sides, pushing into the pile of grain that we laid on. “S-sis… we can’t… do this…” It was all I could to form words. This was my last strand of sanity before being completely lost to lust.

I’ll never forget the look she shot me then. One half closed rainbow eye looked back at me over her shoulder, a scarlet hue under her eyes and a wicked grin on her face, her tongue sticking out towards my cock. It is still one of the sexiest memory I have all these years later.

“Sure we can,” was all she said, but beyond that she swiveled her own hips to lift one of her hind legs over me, straddling my chest.

As thick as I was, there was no mistaking what was making that sweet scent that made me go crazy. My sister’s pussy now sat on my chest, winking up at me and practically fuming of sex. I doubt any stallion (or mare for that matter) could say no to such a sight and smell as I had then.

Before I could even take advantage of the situation, though, my sister made sure I would be distracted, plunging my shaft into her mouth. I winced at the pleasure, but my eyes never left my sister’s nether lips, practically dripping juices on me.

And thus, my resolve was broken. It no longer mattered who it was laying on top of me. I had to have a taste. My hooves moved up to grab my sister’s ass and I bent my neck, putting my snout right up against her puffy lips. The sweet smell of heat assaulted my nose, and I was lost in pleasure.

As she slipped my rod into her muzzle, my own tongue slipped out of its home, pressing against her labia. She was completely soaked, and as I licked up her slit I savored the taste of her juices. She appeared to enjoy it to, moaning into my dick and stopping her oral assault for a moment. A second later, however, she shoved the rest of me into her mouth, sucking hard and dancing her tongue around me.

Even in our primal state of lust, we were still eager to outdo each other as siblings always do. I pushed my tongue into her opening, the taste of her filling my head with more desire, my snout pressing into her lips softly. I wanted to make her moan again and again, and she wanted me to squeal with delight.

She began to bob back and forth on my cock, up and down and up and down. With each movement she shoved her crotch into my face, and I took the opportunity to lick deeply inside of her. Each of us moaned with each swaying motion, her on my cock and me into her pussy.

Faster and faster she moved, her hooves moving to grip my rump and pull more of me into her, while I hooked my own hooves around her hing legs, pulling her further towards my mouth. My sister was lost in a pumping rhythm, being slammed back and forth between my shaft and my snout.

It was a hazy blur of sex, and it didn’t last long. Her tongue flicking over my dick quickly sent me over the edge, and as I orgasmed I bucked my hips upward hard. Being a young colt, I wasn’t particularly large in that area, so I didn’t hurt her, but it still caught her off guard, and she yelped quickly as I began shooting my load into her. I could feel her tense up as she came with me, although my face was already covered with her fluids so I couldn’t tell otherwise.

My hips trembled and twitched as I spasmed upward, shooting wave after wave of cum into her mouth. Since I caught her off guard, most of it dribbled out of the sides of her muzzle onto my belly, but she swallowed some of it, lightly licking and sucking me dry as I finished climaxing.

Being unexperienced myself, my tongue continued playing with her puffy entrance in a sporadic fashion, slowing as I finished. She trembled at my continued touches, but placed a hoof on my head, pushing me away from her.

“Damn, bro, stop it! That tickles!” she said, letting my cock slip from her mouth and looking behind her. “I finished already.”

Author's Note

I hope you enjoyed reading my story as much as I enjoyed writing it down. It ends there because... Well, that's how it ended. You'll understand more when I get the next chapter done. Let's just say... it was awkward.