Morning Glory

by PayBayRay

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Anthro, Original Character, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person
Length: 1556

Aileron has to share a bed with his sister Apogee. Incestual handwork ensues.

You are Aileron.

You are currently staying at your mother's junkyard, and have to share a bed with your eighteen year-old twin sister Apogee.

And waking up with a bad case of morning wood, you are about to experience what sisterly affection really means.

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Disclaimer! Contains: Incest. Go figure.

This story is a spinoff (?) of Dustchu's A Volatile Mixture which, in turn, is a spinoff of Shinodage's ask blog.
[Cue Inception horn]

Credit for the cover goes to Fatcakes! The full picture can be found on her tumblr.

Published 2018-02-14 16:10:11 UTC
Last updated 2018-02-14 16:10:11 UTC

Morning Glory

It was early morning when you woke up from a dreamless sleep. The sun must have just risen, as the light shining in your face confirmed, leading you to scrunch up your face and force your eyes shut.

It took your mind a few moments to do its usual reality-check after waking up, asking where you were and how you had gotten there. Keeping your eyes shut, you thought for a second before remembering what had led to you not waking up in your own bed this morning like you normally would.

Namely that your father had dropped you and your eighteen year-old twin sister off at your mother’s place to stay with her on her junkyard for two weeks while he was out on some form of business trip.

And given the… modest dimensions of your mother’s caravan, you had to share the cot in her living/dining/provisional bedroom with your sister, Apogee.

Well, that would explain the warm body pressing against your back, warming you up against the chilly morning. Your sister had always been a sleep-hugger, just as much as she was a blanket-hogger.

However, while your sister’s body against yours was the first thing that came to mind, the second one you noticed shortly after…

A certain… stiffness coming from your crotch region, accompanied by a feeling of some part of your body pressing against your loosely-sitting boxers.

You rolled your eyes.

Morning wood. Again.

Damn.

But… something was off today.

Normally, your remedy against a boner in the morning was to sneak into the bathroom before anyone would wake up and take care of it the stealthy way. Today, however, it seemed your body had subconsciously decided to skip the walk into the bathroom and take care of things there and then.

Wait.

Your right hand was serving as a cushion for your head, while your left hand was resting idly against your barrel.

So who was jerking you off right now?

Your eyes shot open and you lifted an arm to pull away the covers over your body, but were stopped by a hand softly placed on your shoulder and a mouth right next to your ear gently cooing, “Shhhh. You’re gonna wake up Mom.”

“What the…?” you hissed, only now feeling that the hand wrapped firmly around your dick and gently stroking it up and down was attached to an arm that snaked its way under your body and to the person lying behind you. Who, given the integrity of things, could be none other than…

“‘Gee?” you asked in a low voice, turing your head and bumping into that of your twin sister lying behind you in a big spoon-position and, apparently, giving Ailly-Junior a bit of attention.

The muffled giggle coming from behind you answered your question in an instant and you could feel an all new feeling of discomfort come over you, all the while your sister continued to give you the first handjob you had ever received - from someone other than yourself, that is.

“What the fuck!” you hissed again, leading a hand down under the blanket covering you both to push hers away, but she swiftly dodged your grip, moving her hand to the side for a second, but then quickly getting a hold of your silverside again and continuing the motion that sent you closer to the edge with every stroke.

“You were poking me in the back, alright?” Apogee explained herself, her hand stopping its movement for a second as she let go of your stallionhood, grabbed the waistband of your boxers, and pulled them down with a quick tug.“Now just relax, bro.”

“I…” you wanted to argue but fell silent as you felt her hand once again get a hold of your dick, her grip around your shaft tightening, moving up and down its entire length in quicker strokes, and gave a groan.

Again, you could hear your sister giggle from behind you, the sound sending shivers down your spine, your ear giving a twitch. “So that’s what you sound like when you’re close, huh?” she smirked, “And here I always thought you were doing some late-night gymnastics when I heard you groan in your room like this.”

Despite the weirdness of the situation, and your ever-building arousal ‘down there’ you couldn’t help but to notice a faint blush form on your face. “S-shut up.” you hissed at her half-heartedly, still half-wanting to push her away, but were too caught up by the waves of pleasure running through your body to do anything about it.

“Come oooon, big bro.” Apogee teased cheekily, seeming to sense how you attempted to double up to somehow escape her touch, “Don’t act like you don’t like it.” You bit your lip in frustration. Try as you might, you couldn’t deny that… a certain little, dirty part of your mind really was enjoying this.

“I’ve seen your browsing history. I know you’re into handjobs.” your sister explained cockily.

“You…” you groaned, blushing again, but feeling yourself get close, an intense pressure seeming to build in your nethers, begging to be released. “You little shit.”

Again, your sister giggled behind you - a sound that now only seemed to further arouse you. “That’s what sisters are there for, right?” she whispered cheekily, “Now come on…” she re-positioned herself so that her chest was flat against your back, her small, perky, but noticeable breasts pressing against your back, right at the base of your wings. “Let’s see if dad is right in complaining about you always staining your bedsheets.”

Another groan escaped your mouth as her breasts touched your back. She… she wasn’t wearing anything up top, was she?

She moved her body up by an inch, her erect nipples rubbing against the sensitive flesh around the base of your wings.

Oh mother of god. No. No, she wasn’t.

“Getting close, huh?” she asked cockily, resting her head against yours as her hand quickened its pace yet again. She was rubbing it all over your stallionhood now, going from bottom to top, stopping there, and tracing small circles on its head with her thumb, gaining a barely suppressed moan from you. You could feel it leaking a few drops of precum, serving as a surprisingly effective lubricant for her soft hand. “Come on, big bro. I wanna see you…” she gave another, lower and, in lack of a better term, sexier chuckle, “Cum.”

That did it.

You felt a jolt of electricity shoot through your body as your muscles convulsed, your arm tensing up as the familiar feeling of an orgasm rocked your body, your sister teasingly giggling into your ear serving as merely the icing on the cake.

Speaking of icing, it wasn’t before long that you felt yourself erupt, your dick shooting a first, powerful spurt of cum against the bed sheet that covered your both bodies. It might have just been your brain riding high on endorphins, but you were sure you could see the fabric bulging out as your baby-batter hit it.

Split seconds later, a second strand followed as your body convulsed with pleasure, accompanied by a deep growl escaping your throat, then a third, and a fourth, each one weaker as you slowly rode out your orgasm, your body spasming rhythmically, your upper body jerking back and forth, each movement pressing you back against your sister’s bare chest again.

Another moan came from your mouth, then your whole body seemed to go limp as your climax wore off, your jaw dropping, eyes rolling backward in a post-orgasmic haze.

“That’s my big bro.” Apogee said complimentarily as her hand’s movement slowed down, her hand now coated in your juices, which she promptly disposed off by rubbing it against your chest fur.

“Hey!” you piped up, blushing ever so slightly and cringing as your own cum was rubbed into your fur - god knows that stuff was hard to get out, as past experiences had shown.

“What?” Apogee asked innocently, giving your now flaccid dick a final pat, then pulling her hand back, “You made the mess, you can clean it up.”

She slipped out from underneath the now cum-stained wool blanket, patting her now mostly clean hand against your shoulder a last time - you could have sworn it felt sticky afterwards. “Dibs on the bathroom!”

“Hey!” you shouted, forgetting to stay quiet for a moment as you span around in the cot, watching her reach for the old t-shirt she normally wore to sleep and throwing it over her body, covering her upper half, and revealing that she was wearing a pair of old boxers underneath - just like her mom, as a… strange part of your mind noticed.

“Sorry bro.” she said over her shoulder as she disappeared into the direction of the bathroom, “You snooze you lose.”

Your sister stopped in front of the bathroom door, opening it and throwing a last cheeky glance your way. “At least this way you can think of a way to explain to mom why there’s Ailly-juice all over her blanket.” she said with a wink and a giggle.

With that, she disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you behind with a wet blanket hanging over your crotch and a cum-smear across your chest.

You hissed a curse.

Sisters. Gotta love ‘em.