Barley Barrel Fucks Everypony

Barley and Pickle sat together in the family living room, each holding a wrapped present in their laps. The twins looked at each other with giddy excitement, both eager to see the other open the present they'd gotten for the other.

"You go first!" Pickle grinned.

Barley tore open the packaging and squealed with delight. It was a Wonderbolt-themed scarf. It looked like a real scarf a Wonderbolt would wear, really top quality.

"Piiiiiickle! Wheredidyougetthis! Oh my gosh!" She squealed again, grabbing her brother in a crushing hug.

"Heh, it was nothing sis! I had it special ordered all the way from Manehattan!" He reached down to open his present, ready for the usual yearly routine, He grabbed the wrapping paper and the bow and tore it open.

His eyes went wide.

"No. Way. You got me a JOY BOY! Sis! Eeee!" It was his turn to grab his sister into a crushing hug, squeezing her in a bone-crushing hug.

"Best birthday gift ever! Where did you even get the bits for this!"

"I, uh...saved my allowance and did some chores around town. No biggie!" The siblings embraced again, both cradling their respective gifts.

Later that evening, the siblings were curled up on Pickle's bed. Pickle was plugging away at his new Joy Boy console while Barley watched, head on his shoulder. There was something else on her mind, thinking about the day's activities.

"Hey Pickle?" She nosed at his shoulder and mumbled.

"Yeah, Sis? Whoa, did you see that!"

"Yeah, that was cool! But, there's actually a second part of your gift."

"There is?" Pickle glanced at her, confused. Barley bit her lip.

"Yeah. Just wait."

The filly wiggled down the bed while Pickle gave her curious glances between playing his game. Barley wiggled down and down, until she was at level with his waist. Outstretching a hoof, she placed it on his thigh, snaking it inward, toward his crotch and made contact with his sheath.

Pickle jumped, his eyes wide. He wasn't stupid. He knew what she was doing.

"Sis, I..."

"Shut up. I want to do this."

That shut Pickle up. He barely paid attention to the game as he watched is sister move her hoof over his sheath, cupping his balls, toying with his small coinpurse. Pickle was a young colt and was just starting to go through certain changes. Mainly, they involved having a constant overactive part of his body. He'd touched himself once or twice in the past, when Barley wasn't there. As a result, his little member was quick to grow out of its sheath. It throbbed to full mast in almost an instant.

Pickle was about to stop her. To tell her she didn't have to do this, that he still liked her as his sister. Or, at least, that's what he told himself until he felt her hot, wet mouth envolop his length, her lips closing around the head of his colthood.

"Oh Siiiiis~" Pickle moaned as Barley started to fellate him properly, slowly moving back and forth, tugging at his sensitive skin with her lips. Her tongue lapped at him, slurping on him. Each time she pulled back she descended down again, going deeper each time and threatening to pop into her throat.

It wasn't long before Pickle placed his hooves on Barley's head, moaning into the air. He wouldn't last long like this...couldn't last long. His member was trembling and throbbing already, Barley's hoof rubbing at his balls no help at all.

He exploded with little warning, sending white hot bursts of colt cum spattering to the back of her throat, inside her muzzle, and as she pulled back, all over her face.

Barley emerged, sputtering for air, but otherwise looking satisfied. She gave Pickle a grin.

"How was it, Pickle?"

"Wow, Sis. This is the best birthday EVER!"