“Finished!” Applejack hollered as she pounded the last tent peg into place.

“My side too,” Big Macintosh called back.

The two teenage siblings stepped back from the dilapidated old tent, pleased with their work - just in time for the sun to drop below the horizon. Applejack had begged to go camping for months, but the particularly harsh winter had made it unsafe for a twelve year old filly to sleep outdoors. Ponyville had just finished Wrapping Up Winter the day before, which meant that Spring had finally arrived, and the weather report said it was going to be unseasonably warm for the next couple of days, too.

“I’ll get the sleeping bags,” Big Mac offered, trotting toward the farmhouse.

Applejack watched him go with a giggle. Camping out in the front yard wasn’t really the kind of camping trip she’d had in mind, but at least if the icy bite of winter came back in the middle of the night, it wouldn’t be hard for them to move indoors.

With a quick zip, Applejack opened the tent and stepped inside. It was a big tent, with room enough for four ponies to sleep in if you needed to. The canvas floor of the tent, having never been swept properly from their last camping trip, was slightly dirty in places, but that hardly bothered a hard-working farm pony like Applejack. She smiled and clopped her hooves together. This would be the best night ever!

Big Macintosh returned with the pair of sleeping bags and dropped the bundles in the tent. Applejack wasted no time grabbing hers and unrolling it.

“Hey, Mac?” she asked. Her brother looked up, halfway through unrolling his own sleeping bag. “Pillows?”

“I got the sleeping bags,” Big Mac replied. “I think it’s your turn.”

“Is that what you think?” Applejack laughed, bounding out of the tent. She dashed straight up to the front door, slamming it open as she made a beeline for the bedrooms.

“No runnin’ in the house!” Granny Smith’s shrill voice hollered behind her. “An’ stop slamming that door!”

Applejack grabbed her pillow and flipped it up onto her back, then ran to Mac’s room and did the same with his before galloping back to the front door.

“Sorry, Granny!” she hollered back as she slammed the front door open again.

Big Mac looked up just in time to see Applejack toss his pillow straight up into the air. A moment of confusion turned into a moment of recognition as she spun herself around and the pillow suddenly approached at high speed. The pillow slammed into his face, knocking him backwards and nearly toppling him into the wall of the tent.

“Whose turn is it now?” Applejack laughed as her brother staggered back.

“Oh, now you’re gonna get it!” he growled, grabbing the pillow and darting out of the tent.

The ensuing pillow fight lasted several minutes until both ponies were exhausted, staggering into the tent.

“Y’know, I haven’t had a pillow fight outside before,” Big Mac wheezed, giving Applejack a broad smile. He opened the vent in the top of the tent and lit a small lantern, hanging it on a hook at the top of the tent before collapsing onto his sleeping bag.

“Not me.“ Applejack smacked him with her pillow one last time. “We had a big pillow fight at Berry Punch’s birthday party last summer.”

“Careful,” Big Mac chastised. “No swinging pillows around the lamp.”

“Fine...” Applejack whined, fluffing her pillow and crawling into her sleeping bag.

Big Mac had already tucked himself into his bag. “Who’s Berry Punch?” he asked..

“One of my classmates,” she replied quietly, laying her head down, facing away.

“AJ?” Big Macintosh couldn’t help but marvel at Applejack’s luxurious mane, but was also concerned with her sudden change in demeanor. His sister rolled back over, eyes glistening in the lamp light. Tears? “Are you alright?”

“Berry’s got a coltfriend, now,” she replied somberly. “Every filly in my class does. All except me.”

“That’s not so bad,” he replied.

“Yes, it is!” she snapped, a tear rolling down her face. “Nopony’s even asked me out!”

Big Macintosh tousled Applejack’s mane with a hoof. “Aw, don’t worry about it, little sister. They jus’ don’t know what they’re missing out on.” He pulled her chin up to look her straight in the eye. “I promise you’ll make a great fillyfriend some day. And that colt will be the luckiest colt alive!”

Applejack looked down at the canvas floor, tracing the patterns of dirt with her eyes. “You really think so?” she whispered.

“I do really think so,” Big Macintosh replied.

The rocking chair on the front porch slowly oscillated back and forth as Granny Smith rocked, enjoying the cool night breeze. A particularly biting chill forced her to pull her blanket a bit more snugly about herself. The gentle creak of the rocking chair was accompanied by the croaking of frogs in the pond and the rustle of leaves in the trees.

These were usually the sounds of late evening that Granny enjoyed the most, but tonight she paid them no mind. Instead, she was focused on the conversation her grandchildren were having over in their tent only a few dozen yards away. It was a rare opportunity for her to learn more about her grandchildren on subjects they probably wouldn’t tell her about on their own.

“I don’t even like any of the colts in my class, anyway,” Applejack muttered.

“Then *why*,” Big Mac’s voice cracked, “are you so worried about not having one?”

“Because I want a coltfriend.”

“Uh, okay.”

“I just don’t want that kind of colt.”

“That kind of colt?”

“Yeah, the stupid jerk ones.”

“Then, what kind of colt do you want?”

“I don’t really know. I think an older one would be good.”

Silence. The sound of the old house settling caused Granny Smith to realize she’d stopped rocking entirely, listening intently to the children.

“Big Mac?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you have anypony that you like?”

“I like you,” he replied.

“No, I mean, like a crush. Don’t you have a filly that you want to go out with?”

“I don’t really think about it too much,” he replied curtly.

Granny Smith giggled at his brazen attempt to get off the subject. Colts were also the same as they’d always been. Big Mac often reminded her of Bright Mac - especially his quick denials about liking another pony. Though, in Bright Mac’s case it made sense that he didn’t want to talk about his crush. Granny found herself idly wondering if Big Mac had a forbidden crush, too.

“Berry Punch has a sister in your class. She says her sister has a huge crush on you.”

“She… she does?”

“I think her name is Cheerilee?”

“O-oh. Cheerilee...”

Granny Smith nodded in satisfaction. Applejack was just as big a gossip as any other Apple. But it was getting late, and the wind was starting to chill her a bit more than her old bones could handle. Her body complained with a crack and a creak as she rolled out of her old rocking chair.

“Good night, you two!” she called out.

“Good night, Granny,” a duet of voices called back.

Granny walked slowly back into the cold, lonely house and lumbered up the stairs to her bedroom. Even as she settled into her bed, however, she couldn’t help but dwell on how much Big Macintosh’s reply reminded her of his father -- her son -- dead and gone. And for the first time in many months, Granny cried herself to sleep.

Big Macintosh and Applejack trotted along the dirt road to the schoolhouse, thankful that the runoff from Winter Wrap Up’s melted snow was still keeping the dust down behind the group of ponies in front of them. One of the ponies broke off from the group, stopping on the side of the road until the Apple siblings caught up.

“Hey!” Berry Punch greeted the pair. “You don’t look too good this morning. What’s up?”

“Didn’t sleep well,” Applejack complained. “Slept in a tent last night. I’ll be alright, just gotta wake up a bit.”

As much as the sleeping bags had been nice and warm, they weren’t a replacement for a proper mattress. Fortunately, the crisp morning air was refreshing and helped perk them both up after the poor sleep they’d gotten the night before.

Big Mac kept silent, instead staring at where AJ's blank flank was. The last thing he wanted was to engage Berry in conversation. She might bring up her older sister. Unfortunately, he found himself getting distracted by the rippling motions of her butt as she walked, instead.

“Hey, Mac?” Applejack asked.

His head jerked up. Had she noticed he was staring? No, her eyes were forward, watching Berry race along to catch up with the other group of ponies. “What?”

“I’m terribly sorry if’n I made you uncomfortable last night. Weren’t my intention.”

“Naw, it’s alright, little sister. But I think you need to tell me what colt you got your eyes on.” He grinned broadly. “It’s only fair.”

Applejack felt a heat running to her cheeks. “I… I don’t have one in mind!”

“I don’t believe you.”

Applejack stopped mid-stride, spinning around to face her brother. “Big Mac, are you accusing me of lying?”

“Eeenope,” he said. “Jes’ think yer bein’ dishonest. With yerself.”

“That’s the dumbest thing I ever heard!” Applejack announced, resuming her march toward the school.

Big Mac couldn’t help but stare at her tail and mane whirling around as she turned. Why did he find it so… alluring? She was his sister. It wasn’t right.

“Race ya!” she suddenly shouted, taking off at a full gallop. He took off after her, staying just far enough behind to keep ogling her toned flanks as she ran.

He felt bad about it. But only a little bit.

It wasn’t unusual for Granny Smith to take care of the household chores while the harder, outdoors work was delegated to her much sturdier grandchildren. She was tidying up the upstairs bathroom when a commotion from outside drew her attention. Something was going on with the pigs.

She trotted down the hall, turning into Big Macintosh’s bedroom and peered out the window at the pigs’ yard. Big Macintosh was over leaning on the fence, absent-mindedly staring up into the clouds. The pigs were clambering over each other as they fought for his attention, oinks and squeals piercing the morning air, creating the ruckus that had drawn her attention in the first place, but Big Mac paid them no mind at all, despite the noise.

“Big Macintosh,” she hollered. “Hurry up and feed them pigs. There’s plenty of other work t’be done today.” If he heard her, he didn’t give any indication of it. Perhaps the pigs were too loud and had drowned out her hollering?

Five minutes passed and Granny hadn’t seen him move even once. There’s something wrong with that boy, Granny Smith thought to herself. He’s been off in his own little world for a week, now. Big Mac was getting to be that age, and Spring was precisely the time of year that colts often began to notice the fillies around them. His father had been the same way after he’d...

Granny had to step away from the window, tears forming in her eyes. Sometimes, Granny thought felt that the old wound had healed, but Big Macintosh had a way of tearing it open again. She slumped against the wall, looking around her grandson’s room. The comforter on his bed was the very same one Bright Mac had used growing up. She smiled bitterly. Bright had loved that thing; he’d dragged it all over the house growing up, and it had the wear and tear to show for it.

She forced herself to get up and get back to work. Big Macintosh’s daydreaming would work itself out eventually, and she needed some time to herself right now. As she passed Big Macintosh’s nightstand, however, something caught her eye. The picture frame on his nightstand no longer had the group family photo in it that he’d kept by his bedside since the derailment that had claimed the lives of Bright and Pear.

Granny pushed a box of tissues aside and picked up the picture frame. It was a picture of Applejack playing with her friends at school. It looked like she was in the middle of turning around while running. The photo wasn’t professionally done, slightly blurry and out of focus, but you could clearly make out Applejack’s broad smile as she twisted about. It’s a cute photo, Granny thought to herself, but it’s too bad so much of her butt got in the frame.

“Hey mom? How do you go about asking out a filly when you know other ponies won’t approve?” Bright Macintosh shuffled his hooves as he counted the nails in the floorboard, patiently hoping for an answer.

Granny Smith shook her head slowly. “Jus’ be yourself, Bright Macintosh. Same as you would approaching any other filly. But if ponies don’t approve, only you can decide if the consequences are worth it.”

The last time Granny had this conversation, she thought her son had been asking about jealousy from his classmates, not a family feud. Now her grandson was asking the exact same question, but those damnable Pears had left town years ago. He couldn’t possibly be crushing on a Pear like his father did. What was he up to?

Big Macintosh shuffled his feet nervously. “But what if I don’t know how to be myself?”

“You don’t have to do anything to be yourself, Big Macintosh,” Granny replied, giving him a pat on the head. “You just have to not try to be somepony else.”

She pulled his chin up to glare at him. “But I’m warning you, Big Macintosh. It’s Spring, and that means heat season. I shouldn’t need to tell you this, but you stay away from the fillies that are in heat. And it would be rude to ask a filly when her judgement is clouded, so you wait. They only want one thing this time of year, and the farm is barely sustainable as it is.”

“I don’t understand, Granny. What do you mean?”

“Consarnit, Big Mac, I mean that we can’t afford another mouth to feed! You’re better off waiting for Summer! Celestia knows I gone and made that mistake already.”

“You asked out a filly?” Big Macintosh blurted, confused.

“Tarnation, no! I was the filly. Your Grandpa Seville asked me out in the wee days of Spring, and like any hormonal filly, I said yes! And look where that got me! Do you see that backstabbing old stallion here? Course not! Got me pregnant, panicked and left off to Manehattan t’ live with his older brother. Had to raise your father without him.”

Big Mac’s jaw worked up and down slowly wordlessly.

“And that is why you shouldn’t ask out a filly in the Spring,” Granny continued. “Because fillies are stupid, colts are stupider, and there ain’t any money!”

Coins clattered against the makeshift tabletop as yet another customer bought a dozen apples. Applejack took the coins, gleefully tallying and dropping them into the bucket serving as their till.

“That’s 114 bits for the morning, so far!”

Big Macintosh looked at his little sister. He was pretty sure her beaming smile could have brightened a funeral. He smiled right back. “Shoot, at this pace, we might earn enough to go out for lunch together,” he replied.

Applejack’s smile suddenly vanished. Her eyes darted about, desperately searching for something to focus on that wasn’t her brother as she tried to think of a reply.

“AJ?” Big Macintosh frowned. “Did I say something wrong?”

The freckles on her face turned a few shaders redder as she shook her head. “No, it’s just… the way you said that.”

“The way I said it? What do you mean?”

“It sounded…” Applejack cast a furtive glance around, making sure nopony would hear her and leaned closer, bringing her lips to her brother’s ear. “It sounded like you were asking me on a date,” she whispered.

Her lips brushed his ear as she pulled away. Big Macintosh was sure she had to have done it on purpose, but there was no way she... The thought of it was just too much. A tingle went down Big Mac’s spine and his whole body shivered in response -- and part of him was doing more than just shivering. Big Mac sat down and casually removed his hat, dropping it into his lap to conceal his growing erection. But the thought of his sister’s apple lips upon that member...

Applejack giggled at his predicament, snatching the hat and flipping it up onto her own head. Then she turned to help an approaching customer. Big Mac turned away to hide his problem from the stranger.

“Howdy!” she greeted, cheerfully. “What can I do ya for?”

Free is fine, Big Mac thought to himself. His eyes drifted to her tail before he cursed his teenage hormones under his breath. Why did he always think of his sister like that?

Her tail swished to the side, granting him a momentary glimpse of her sacred treasure. Was she oblivious to what she was doing? Or was she teasing him? And if she was teasing him, why? Did she perhaps like him that way, too?

“Hey, Applejack?” he asked after the customer had left.

Applejack looked up from the bit bucket inquisitively, coins still in her teeth.

“What if I had been asking you on a date?”

She dropped the coins with a gentle clatter. “Kinda weird, isn’t it?”

Big Mac ran a hoof through his mane. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Sorry. Forget I asked.” He turned away, but a hoof on his shoulder stopped him from going anywhere.

“Mac?”

He glanced back at her. She was blushing furiously.

“I didn’t say no.”

“Granny, have you seen my tackle box?”

Granny Smith looked up at Big Macintosh, who stood in the doorway wearing his fishing vest.

“In the shed,” Granny replied. “On top of the crates in the corner.”

“Thanks!”

The young stallion trotted away. Granny looked out the window to the front yard. The rain was coming down in sheets, but that didn’t seem to stop Applejack. The filly was frolicking about in her raincoat, splashing through mud puddles and generally having a good time.

Big Macintosh came out of the shed, tacklebox and a large pack slung over his back, beckoning to Applejack. The two young ponies started down the path toward the forest.

Granny knew Applejack had always wanted to spend more time with her brother, but until only recently, Big Macintosh seemed to avoid or ignore her. Now they had been spending a lot of time with each other over the last few days. It was obvious that Big Macintosh was trying to get used to talking with fillies so he could approach his crush, but Granny was pretty sure Applejack didn’t realize that.

She seemed happy either way. And Granny wasn’t about to get in the way of her happiness.

“Big Mac? Little help?”

Big Macintosh looked over at his little sister. Even though the rain had stopped, Applejack was still completely soaked, and her normally gorgeous mane hanging limply. Her fishing pole was laying in the wet grass and she was fussing with her tail. He set down his fishing pole and stepped over for a better look.

She had gotten her fishing hook tangled in her tail. With the worm still attached. Big Macintosh heaved a sigh. Hooves and teeth wouldn’t cut it. This required far more dextrous work to fix.

“Gonna have to cut the line and leave it there for now,” he said matter-of-factly. “Need a unicorn to untangle that mess.”

“Gimme the knife then,” Applejack growled. “I’ll jes cut off part of my tail.”

Big Macintosh was taken aback. Her tail was too gorgeous to do something like that! “But--” he started to protest, but she cut him off.

“No buts, Big Macintosh. I am not going to trot around looking for a unicorn with a worm wiggling around in my tail.”

“... alright.” Big Macintosh walked to his tackle box and started fishing around in it for his knife.

“Mac! Your rod!” Applejack yelled. Big Macintosh looked over at his fishing pole - something had been hooked, and the line was rapidly reeling out. He shoved the tackle box aside and lunged for the fishing pole just as Applejack had the same idea. The two collided, their skulls cracking together, and the pair tumbled to the ground in a heap.

“Big Mac!” Applejack’s strained voice came from right beneath him. Big Macintosh opened his eyes. His sister’s muzzle was right in front of him, and he was gazing right down into her big green eyes. Her perfectly shaped muzzle, mouth hanging open ever so slightly as she panted, her illustrious mane, splayed out in the grass and yet still as gorgeous as ever, and her cute little freckles, glowing with a soft red tint. It was the most beautiful sight he’d ever laid eyes on.

He braced himself against the ground, taking some of his weight off of her, letting her breathe normally, but her lips still remained slightly parted, warm breath passing through them as her chest heaved up and down.

Big Mac knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help himself. He brought his lips against hers, pressing them together. Applejack held her breath and her eyes slowly closed, her lips working against his -- she was kissing him back?

Emboldened by her acceptance, Big Mac probed her lips with his tongue, seeking to explore her maw. She allowed him entrance, their tongues brushing against one another in a delicate dance. Applejack moaned into him, and the sound triggered every erotic pleasure center in his brain as his erection began to grow. Within moments, he felt resistance and broke away from the kiss to glance down, where his growing stallionhood had started pressing against his sister’s thigh.

“Mac… your rod…” Applejack breathed.

“I’m sorry,” Big Mac replied, hastily climbing off of his sister. He sat down, covering his erection with his hooves. Applejack sat up on her haunches, blushing furiously.

“...Can… Can I see it?” she whispered nervously.

Big Macintosh looked down at his rigid staff and slowly pulled his hooves away. Applejack leaned in for a closer look. She knew vaguely what it was supposed to look like, but had never seen a pony’s penis up close. Noticable veins along the shaft, and a small, rigid ring of flesh around the middle stood out from the otherwise smooth flesh, piquing her curiosity.

Applejack cupped Big Mac’s weighty testicles in a hoof as her examination shifted focus. They seemed to pulse with need as she fondled them. A thick, musky aroma infiltrated her nose as she got closer. Without even thinking, she dragged her tongue along his sack, eliciting a gasp from her brother. The taste was pleasantly salty, but otherwise unremarkable.

“AJ,” he whined. “Do that again, please?”

Applejack nodded, slathering his jewels with her spit as she cleaned the salty flavor off of her brother. As she worked, Big Macintosh grunted and moaned softly, and she couldn’t help but notice that he seemed to do it more as she worked closer and closer to the base of his shaft. She had to admit, she was enjoying this a lot more than she’d expected, but there was a strange itch growing in her nether regions that she wasn’t familiar with. And it was getting worse.

Experimentally, she began licking her brother’s shaft. Big Mac inhaled sharply and held his breath, eyes wide as Applejack tongue-bathed his throbbing cock. She continually worked her way up from the base, careful not to miss any part of his flesh. It felt amazing, but… part of his fantasy was still missing.

“AJ,” he moaned, “Can...”

Applejack stopped, looking up at him with her big green eyes.

“Can I see yours?”

“... Okay,” Applejack replied, pulling away from his erection. She’d intended to stand up, but Big Mac gently pushed her back until she fell backwards again, spreadeagled before him. She grunted softly as her back landed in the wet grass.

He didn’t immediately lean down to examine her private parts like she’d expected. Instead, he walked over to her face and turned around, allowing his majestic spear to swing into her view, and then stepped over her to straddle her body. Realizing what he wanted, she leaned up and resumed her exploration of his shaft as she felt him beginning to explore her intimate places.

Big Mac looked down as he got into position over his sister, in awe at the beauty of the clefted flesh in front of him. It was everything he’d dreamed it would be and then some. Her puffy lower lips hugged together, parted by the small bulb of flesh that he knew should be her clitoris. Her perfectly round pucker sat between those lips and the dock of her tail, where the golden strands merged with the orange of her coat.

Applejack resumed tongue bathing his cock as he leaned down and gave her vulva a long lick. Her swollen lips separated as his tongue passed. Applejack moaned into his shaft as he dragged his tongue along her slit, escalating into a slight yelp as his tongue brushed against her clit.

“Ah... Mac, that was amazing,” she purred. “Do it again.”

Encouraged by her words, he gave her another long lick, this time probing a little deeper with his tongue, dipping down into her depths. Applejack gasped, and pulled the cock out of her mouth, afraid she might accidentally bite down. Big Macintosh didn’t seem to mind as he continued to press his tongue deep into her canal, savoring the taste of her natural lubricant.

A strange and foreign feeling came over Applejack, like a slow series of muscle spasms in her nethers. Her brother felt it, too, as her clit began winking against his tongue. He withdrew from her vaginal canal and focused instead on the quivering nub.

Applejack groaned as her body began to tense up like a coiled spring. Every touch of his hooves, every caress of his tongue, every teasing of his breath against her moist cunt drove her toward some unseen, unknown destination - one marked only by her own ever increasing pleasure.

“Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh,” she growled as the tension built. “Mac, I…”

Big Macintosh didn’t let up. He’d heard about the female orgasm, and he was desperate to see if he could bring her to one. Applejack’s body didn’t disappoint. Her legs clutched tightly around his neck as she shrieked in pleasure. Fluid gushed from her nethers, spraying all over his face and leaving a rapidly growing puddle of femme cum on the ground.

But an Apple never left a job half finished. He continued to assault her feminine flower with his tongue, ignoring the strange tastes that were washing over his tongue. Only a few moments later, Applejack clamped down on his neck even harder as a renewed gush of fluids sprayed out from her depths.

He stopped then, allowing his sister a moment to relax and let him free of her leggy prison. His aching, throbbing erection had gotten no attention for several minutes now and he needed something. He rolled away, sitting up on his haunches. Applejack unsteadily rose to her hooves and sat in from of him with a satisfied smile.

Big Macintosh gestured at the erection that hadn’t been getting attention and Applejack nodded, leaning down to lick it again. With a hoof, Mac pressed the tip fervently against her lips, and she parted them, taking his shaft directly into her mouth for the first time.

Applejack still needed a few moments to recover from the two most intense orgasms she’d ever had in her life, doing little more than swirling her tongue around the head of his cock as she caught her breath. The teasing rapidly brought Big Mac’s erection back to full staff. After a few moments, she began slowly bobbing her head down on his shaft, eagerly hoping to bring her brother to the same plateau of pleasure he’d brought her to.

Big Macintosh began gently thrusting his hips against her ministrations, savoring the feeling of hot, wet flesh engulfing his member for the first time. He’d never experienced anything quite like it before, and it was better than he’d ever imagined it could be. Then, his medial ring reached her lips.

Stars exploded in his mind. He’d never known just how sensitive and pleasurable that ridge was. Applejack noticed his sudden tension and tried to bring his cock even deeper into her mouth. The tip of his cock repeatedly struck the back of her mouth as she tried to engulf that ring of flesh.

Closing her eyes and steeling herself, she angled his cock toward her throat and went as deep as she could. His massive spear slipped into her throat as she drove forward, ecstatic that his ring of flesh slipped into her mouth. She felt his shaft pulsate and throb with need as she took him deeper into her throat.

Big Mac watched in wonder as his sister took nearly the entirety of his shaft into her mouth. His medial ring had disappeared a couple of inches ago, and now the incredibly tight confines of her throat squeezed down on his member in a way he’d never felt before. He was absolutely sure he would explode any moment now, but he was not about to interrupt what his sister was doing.

Applejack finally withdrew, gasping for air but then immediately dove back down. She was determined to fit his entire rod into her mouth, and she wouldn’t be satisfied until she could lick his balls while engulfing him. She felt his tip hit her throat again and pulled out just far enough to take a deep breath before driving herself forward again.

This time, Big Mac felt his ring hit the back of her mouth, pressing into the entrance to her throat. Applejack’s eyes were closed as she concentrated on getting around that obstacle and to her goal. She began swallowing against his shaft, hoping the muscles of her throat would help.

Her brother gasped as a sudden rippling sensation tore down the top of his shaft. Applejack’s throat was undulating repeatedly against his prick as she popped his medial ring into her throat. His world went white with pleasure as he felt his orgasm approach.

Applejack felt the rod in her mouth pulsate as her brother’s orgasm built up. She reached out with her tongue, desperate to find…

Big Macintosh felt something warm and wet brush against his sack, the sudden sensation pushing him over the edge. He felt himself flaring out within his sister’s maw, gush after gush of seed pouring into her throat.

Applejack felt the pressure in her throat increase as her brother flared out and throbbed within her. She could feel some kind of thick fluid gushing into her throat and draining into her stomach, and she was starting to feel a lack of air getting to her as she tried to remove herself from him, but the thick flare would not come out as easily as it went in. She braced herself against Big Macintosh with her hooves and shoved, forcing his throbbing shaft to pop out of her throat, spraying thick semen the whole way. She felt the salty taste against her tongue - an unexpected, but not necessarily unwelcome one - and closed her eyes as the thick ropes of spunk sprayed across her face.

Big Macintosh collapsed backward as his orgasm came to a halt, staring into the dark clouds above them. A fresh drop of rain bounced off his muzzle as the rain started once again.

“Ugh,” Applejack grunted. “Now I’m covered in your stuff, Big Macintosh. Can ya’ help me clean up a bit?”

He smiled as he sat up again, staggering over to help his sister get clean as the downpour began. The cold downpour helped as the pair worked to remove the evidence of their activities. It took a few minutes, and by the time they were done, the rain had soaked them both to the bone.

“Hey, Sis?”

Applejack looked up at him quizzically. He gestured at the large pack he’d brought with him.

“I brought the tent and sleeping bags.”

Applejack smiled.

“Y’know Big Mac, I think we should go fishing more often. I kinda liked it.”

“But you didn’t catch anything.”

Applejack sighed.

Author's Note

I did not have time to complete the story the way I wanted to, but I intend to finish it when judging is completed.