Quarantined Together

by LilSlipsy

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Sex, Fetish, Slice of Life, Cake Twins, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 6470

With a serious case of feather flu going around, Pound & Pumpkin Cake had to return back from college and spend it locked down together. When the conversation turned to each other’s love life, neither of them could expect what would happened next.

Pound and Pumpkin Cake were back from college and now on quarantine for the next few weeks due to a serious case of the feather flu that was going around Equestria. With their parents off on a trip together, and Pinkie staying with Cheese, the conversation eventually turned to each other’s love life. They could never expect what would happen next and where the night would take them, but they would give it a try.

Written as an entry for Shakespearicles' April Wincest Contest and Dirty Little Secret’s Dirty Little Contest.

Tags: Incest, Oral, Vaginal, Anal, Condom

Published 2020-05-01 03:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2020-05-01 03:50:02 UTC

Cake

Another can cracked open as Pound Cake put the one he’d just finished down on the living room table. He took a sip and let out a satisfied sigh at the taste of the fresh beer; still relatively cold after just taking the pack out of the fridge for easier refills.

Pumpkin Cake was down by the TV, loading a DVD into the dust-laden player. “I can’t believe it’s been that long since this came out. It still feels like yesterday, but what? When did we see this? Just before high school I think?”

“Really?” Pound said with a bit of confusion as he took another sip. “I thought it was at least in high school. That’s when I went on a date to the theater with Sugarly, and we totally watched this.”

Pumpkin smirked and shook her head, “Were you even watching the film?”

“Uhhh… no…”

Pumpkin got up off the floor and floated the remote control closer, pressing a few buttons and getting the disk to start playing. The plethora of unskippable ads started up, showing upcoming movies that had been released years ago. “Thought so. We watched this with Mom and Dad, I remember that. You probably don’t even know what movie you actually went to see.”

“I sure did! But it’s not my fault her purple mane-“

“Pink.”

“…pink mane… was just a little bit more interesting.”

“I bet,” she said as she took the last sip of the bottle she had been nursing. Pound idly watched the screen while Pumpkin went back to the kitchen to place the empty next to the others. She opened up the fridge to grab another cheap bottle of spritz, twisting at the top with her magic until it finally released.

“I just wish that Mom and Dad hadn’t decided to take that balloon cruise across the country right now. Literally the worst time.” She flicked the fridge door closed with her hind leg and heard the clanking of the remaining glass bottles as it shut.

“They still think it’s just a small case of the feather flu, even though we told them it was something worse since both unicorns and earth ponies were getting sick too. That’s never happened before,” Pound answered back. “But I bet they’re on lockdown anyway, just like us.”

“Well, we’re alright so far. The fridge is loaded up for the next week with drinks, and we got some grade-A nostalgia to watch,” she said as she plopped down beside her brother on the small loveseat and curled up under a blanket. Pumpkin sipped at the cool, fizzy liquid, breathing in deeply to savour in the orange notes of the bitter-sweet beverage.

“Yea, a lot of ponies have it worse off right now,” Pound said with a shrug. “Though, it does suck that there isn’t a Pizza Hoof around here; probably one of the main things I miss since being back home.”

“Oh? How was it going to school in Hoofington? I don’t think I’ve really gotten to ask you about it since we both got back to Ponyville.”

“It was alright. Classes kind of suck. It’s weird that you have to take so many extra courses just to get a degree in something. Like why do I need a science course for their cooking program? At least they just gave us the credits for the rest of the semester when they closed the school.”

“Tell me about it,” Pumpkin said. “I mean I may have taken a calculus course instead of the regular maths, but yea, if there was just a bit more, or maybe advance baking or something; that would have been cool. Good thing my dorm buddy had a totally different schedule than me. We barely were in each other’s way at all.”

“Try doing that with four other roommates.”

Pumpkin grimaced at that. “Ouch… I couldn’t imagine if me or my boyfriend had a setup like that. There’d be like no privacy.”

“It does make things a bit difficult,” Pound said with a shake of his head. “A few of them certainly weren’t alright with that. We definitely weren’t in one of those prestigious, Manehattan University dorms.”

“They aren’t that great… but they are pretty nice,” Pumpkin said with a bit of a sheepish smile. The movie had just gotten through the ads and the main menu was on the screen. She lit up her horn and pressed the remote from afar to get it to play. “They even had that popular cheesecake chain in campus; open 24/7. I bet Mom and Dad would have killed to know a few of their recipes and put them up in the shop here.”

“Well, sounds like you were struggling,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Yea.” She smiled a little and watched the screen extravagantly show off the studios’ logos. She let out a small sigh and took another sip. “I just kinda wish Mom and Dad were here, watching this with us like old times. Or even Pinkie too, but she’s off with Cheese during all of this. Heh… that might have been smart… my boyfriend planned to stay with his parents instead. What about you?”

Pound just shrugged and took another sip of his already half-finished beer.

“Oh… didn’t work out again?”

The silence was more than enough of an answer. “What happened?” Pumpkin asked hesitantly, hoping it wasn’t too much of a sore subject.

Pound shrugged again, but looked down as his drink and swirled it around in his hoof. Pumpkin almost thought he was just going to ignore the question before he finally spoke. ”Well… I guess we just kind of drifted apart each time. Living up the college life is fun and all I guess, but it just seems so… like nothing really is going to happen from anything. A few flings here and there, but… still… the same kind of thing each time, just, I don’t know… didn’t have a connection or something? I mean look at you, didn’t you start dating your boyfriend start of freshman year?”

Now was Pumpkin’s turn to look at her bottle for help and down a little bit more of its alcoholic wisdom. “Y-yea… though…” She looked around the room as if she was checking to see her boyfriend wasn’t just magically hiding around the corner. “I kind of get what you mean. Don’t get me wrong, he’s great, but… when I think about getting out of school I don’t really expect it to go anywhere, it’s nice, but nothing like Mom or Dad ever had… or Pinkie…”

The two looked at each other at the last part and couldn’t help but laugh at the reality of that idea.

Pound shook his head with another chuckle. “Heh, never thought that would happen, but really, her and Cheese are perfect for each other if you think about it. There really is somepony for everypony in Equestria it seems.”

Pumpkin nodded and stared back at the screen for a few moments. “You know, with two hyperactive party ponies like that, I wonder how over the top those two get in bed.”

Pound had a look on his face like he just ate a sour grape. “Stop this,” he said as he squinted at her and took another sip of his drink.

“Like… does she bring the cannon?”

“What?!” Pound said, choking a little after almost spitting out his drink.

“I don’t know… she brings that with her everywhere and always has it ready to go. You do have to wonder if she’d bring something crazy like that, or what she’d do with it… they are probably doing it like every day you know.”

Pound shook his head at his sister’s antics, but chuckled along at the thought. “That would be nice.”

“It would.” Pumpkin said with a nod and bit her lip a little as she paused. “My boyfriend… kinda doesn’t have the drive for that… like not really even close.”

“Heh, well that I can relate to,” Pound said as he watched the TV, they really hadn’t made any eye contact in the last little bit, using the screen and their drinks as an aid to carry them through this conversation. “I think that was another big problem I had with some girls. They didn’t have the same drive either, or well… I guess stamina. I went on for quite a long time, and I think that was a big thing for them... I probably kept ruining their self-esteem, and was a reason for a few of the breakups honestly.”

“They dumped you for that?” Pumpkin said, arching a brow in disbelief. “I wish I could find a stallion like that. My boyfriend only lasts like five minutes tops and he’s done. Maybe you can send him some tips. That’d be nice,” Pumpkin said, smirking.

“Or just switch partners,” Pound blurted out, shaking his head and laughing with another sip. His prior partners probably would have worked well with hers.

The comment almost hit her by surprise with the shocked look on her face. “Y-you wouldn’t be bothered by that? We’re related.”

Pound looked over at her, and realized what he meant by that, the other mean of truly switching partners. It hadn’t been fully on his mind, but he felt that some part of his brain had been toying with the idea; not seriously, but curiously. He opened his mouth to speak but paused for almost a full minute, thinking carefully about what to say and yet failing to come up with just the right words. Would he be bothered by it?

“You’re actually thinking about it?” she said seriously as she stared back at him.

“You don’t seem to be saying no to the idea either,” he said flatly.

That sent a flush of crimson onto her face as she looked away, taking a long gulp of her drink and turning back to the movie.

After that comment they were quiet for a while, making a few comments here and there as they watched, even casually chatting again as the movie was nearing its end. However, they stayed clear from any more intimate topics. Pound had finished off a few more of his drinks – almost taking care of the whole 6-pack – while Pumpkin went to the kitchen to refill every so often.

As the credits played, it was starting to get late. The sun had already been down by the time they turned the movie on and they were full from their beverage-filled dinner.

Pumpkin was already on the floor, getting the DVD back in the case and put away. Pound was busy finishing off the last of his can.

The two smiled as they wished each other a good night, and Pumpkin headed off to sleep.

“So… would you?” she said as she paused on the stairs up to her old bedroom. Her voice trailed along long enough that they both knew what that meant.

“Heh, one day stuck in here and you’re already resorting to the first stallion you can find,” he teased and waved his hoof at her obvious joke. Though, he could feel his heart beating faster at the thought of spending a night closer to her than he ever thought he’d do before.

She rolled her eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. “But seriously, if you think about it… we could...”

Pound’s laughing simmered down to silence as he took another sip of his beer. He watched her tail slowly moving back and forth, not enough to see anything in the dim light along the stairs, but enough to get the hint: she was serious.

His mouth stayed open as his brain worked to catch up. “U-uhh… I… I would… if it didn’t you know, make things weird.”

Her tail flicked at that, in a way he hadn’t seen it move before. Not from her.

For better or for worse, he saw her start to turn around and head back down the stairs, joining him back in the living room and sitting on the arm of the couch. It could have just been the alcohol saying things that they didn’t mean, but somewhere inside him, his words did feel like the truth. However, he didn’t know how she was taking that right now. Was she alright with that? Or was it the worst thing he could say?

She looked back over to him, biting her lip and having a blush piercing through her yellow fur.

“If you cum first, I’m going to kill you.”

The trip up to her room seemed like a blur. Pound had quickly downed the rest of his drink and the two awkwardly started to head up the stairs. He followed behind her and hesitantly looked up, watching her rump as she moved.

The light was still dim, but he could still catch the outline of her marehood from under her tail. It looked slightly parted, like a mouth that was about to say something. He felt butterflies in his stomach at the sight, almost like being on a first date, or his very first time with a girl. But this was his twin sister, the one who’s been with him all his life. Were they actually going to do this? Was she going to be his for the night?

He gulped a little at the thought, which was filling him with a mix of excitement and intimidation, though his hooves didn’t slow down one bit. There was something in the air that caught his attention: the subtle smell of pumpkin spice. It was something he remembered that came up in the fall, when they were making those seasonal treats… or in the spring when the two were growing up. He gulped again at the sudden realization… that was her scent.

Pumpkin’s tail was swishing back and forth, instinctively moving and spreading around her aroused scent as he followed behind. His mouth was starting to water from it; he’d never think of fall the same way again.

He kept an even pace with her as they reached her room, and she didn’t even look back until they were inside. It was still filled with all of the stuff that she had gotten through her teen years: posters, knick-knacks, sports equipment, and a few instruments she tried playing during high school band. Though many of the things on the shelves did have a noticeable layer of dust on them; Pound's room was in a similar state.

He went and sat on the foot of her bed, strangely feeling like an alien in this room even if he was more than invited. They looked at each other, talking with their eyes more than anything. He glanced between her and her rump, and noticing that her eyes went between his legs as well. It made him feel suddenly more exposed than he thought he would; her looking down at him, at his member that was poking out from his sheath, felt almost surreal.

It felt even more surreal as she walked forward, close enough that she could touch him wherever she wanted. Their eyes met as they both looked between his stallionhood, and his eyes widened as her head sunk down.

Her hoof touched him first, pressing on the edge of his length, right next to his sheath. Her fur tickled his thighs, and the frog of her hoof was so very soft against his sensitive skin. She rubbed at it, trying to get it to grow a little faster now that it was in her grasp.

Just as it was about half way to a full salute, Pumpkin put the tip of it in her mouth. The warm sensation made him let out a relaxing breath as he put a hoof next to her ear. The orange mane that covered his lower half was something else entirely; never an angle that he thought he’d be looking at his sister from.

Her head moved up the more his stallionhood grew, and soon she was able to keep her hoof stroking the base while she sampled the tip. As it neared the final size she started to groan a bit more and pulled off with a thick slurp. “Oh, wow… you’re uh… much girthier than I’m used to.”

“Heh, thanks,” Pound said with a hesitant smile, but couldn’t help feeling quite proud of himself for naturally being superior to her current boyfriend in that specific way.

“But not as long,” she said as she stuck out her tongue and crushed half of Pound’s pride with it.

He was going to say something else, but it was hard to make a good comeback when she had her lips around his member again and was going deeper. She just went until it filled her mouth, bobbing up and down a little bit while pressing her tongue right up against the tip; the way she did it made it clear this wasn’t her first time. His hips shifted as she gently sucked, surrounding his tip in that warm embrace; it hit some good spots, but this was just the appetizer.

He watched as her horn lit up and heard her unzip her suitcase. From it he saw a few purple packages floating over. Even if Pumpkin probably had the regular birth control that every mare generally had when they went off to university, a condom was still a good idea.

Pound grabbed one of them and ripped the package open, grabbing one of the circles in his hoof.

Pumpkin got up and wiped her mouth with her fetlock. His tan coloured member – mottled with a few pink spots – was quickly engulfed in purple as he rolled the condom over his length, fitting snuggly down all the way to the base.

Now was Pumpkin’s turn to get on the bed. The mare leapt up into the air and crashed right down into the mattress on her back. The spring squeaked loudly as she bounced and wiggled until she leaned up against the headboard and on top of a few pillows.

Pound nearly got sent flying, but quickly caught himself and tumbled backwards on the bed. He looked over at her; she was mischievously giggling, though it quickly died down as he looked her over fully. Her legs were spread wide for him and he could see her mound clearly in this room’s light. The thinner parts of her fur down there looked well groomed, and the slight parting from earlier looked even more so. A deep pink was in between her two puffy nether lips, and it was all covered in a damp sheen.

Her hooves traveled down to her thighs, rubbing against them to part her legs just a bit further. He looked back up, past those pointy teats and to her face. It was something he’d never seen from her before: a look of desire and nervousness, excitement and yet a little fear.

He crawled across the bed with his hooves a little bit more, looking down at her swollen sex and glancing up at her. His head moved down, but her hooves quickly pressed against his cheek. “Maybe not that just yet,” she said, looking somewhat apologetic as she rubbed his cheek. It looked like she had something else to say, like a big decision was weighing on her mind.

“I want you inside me right now.”

It felt almost like a dream; the dirtiest ones that he never even imagine. Those words made something click in him that made him feel like he was running on autopilot. She beckoned him closer and he followed, sliding his chest against hers as he moved further up. He could feel her chest moving and her heavy breaths washing over his fur. There was the scent of that spritz and hints of orange from what she had been drinking earlier, getting stronger the closer he got.

As he moved up he was almost startled when he felt an almost burning heat against his tip. Wetness covered it in an instant as it prodded against her folds. She let out a deep breath as she repositioned herself for what was to come.

Before that moment, his body felt almost surprised, like it didn’t even believe this was happening. But the moment he touched her, the moment that he shifted his hips and pressed that tip in between her folds, he could feel his member throb so powerfully, ferally; to it, this wasn’t his sister, but a mare it needed to rut.

The two gasped and held on tight to each other as he pushed in, sinking up to the medial ring in an instant.

“Oh yes…” Pumpkin softly let out as he started moving, slowly shifting his hips and getting a steady pace going. She wrapped her hind legs around his rump, trying to thrust up every time he pushed in. The two started panting hard as they went, starting off sprinting right from the get-go.

Her tunnel squeezed every time he thrust, trying hard to keep him inside and milk the intruder for all it was worth. Pumpkin’s mane started to fall down in front of her eyes, but Pound brushed it away with a hoof and met her eyes in an intimate embrace.

He quickly moved his head closer until his lips pressed against hers. He unloaded all the passion he could as they made out for just a moment, but he pulled back because it felt odd. Despite the fact he was inside his sister, a kiss seemed like the weirdest thing right now.

The two awkwardly smiled as he pulled back. Then he continued by pressing his head into her shoulder and thrusting for all that he was worth.

Pumpkin may have been a unicorn, but she looked like she was flying in the clouds. A delighted look on her face said she had it all, but still wanted more. “Ngghhh…” she softly started to moan out loud, matching the grunts that came from Pound.

He raised his head which was damp with sweat; the pace he set at the start of this wild ride was taking its toll, forcing him to slow down. They both softly chuckled as they looked at each other and started to roll over, putting Pumpkin on top and Pound lying down.

She wiggled her hind legs around to get positioned and started to bounce up and down. From here she was able to hit the exact spot she wanted and go down just a little bit further than he had been. There was a deep itch inside that she needed scratched, and that thick tip was doing wonders against her walls.

Wet sounds rang out as she used him like a toy she had in her dorm nightstand, taking the lead and trying to get herself off as best as she could. “I… I’m close,” she whispered out as she put her hooves down on his chest and really started to bounce down hard.

Pound watched like he had the front row seat to the greatest movie ever playing. He saw those lips down below taking all of him each time she sunk down, her clit flashing every time she winked making it that much hotter. He could feel her rump tense up under his hooves and her tunnel squeeze that much more against him as she was getting near.

Pumpkin could feel the buildup inside; so close, it had been so long since she felt herself finish on a stallion. With one last bounce she pushed herself down as far as she could go, feeling him deep inside as she stuffed him in, his rod wiggling around as she ground her clit against him. She could feel her tunnel pull him and tighten, until it all let go in a sudden warm splash of liquid.

Hot mare cum came splashing out, soaking both of their crotches and his tail underneath. He could feel the heat soaking into his fur and a smile creeping on his face for a job well done.

She sunk back down and pressed her head into his chest.

“Finished?” he teased.

“Y-yea… with round one…” she said as she glanced back up. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as the two tumbled back over, tagging out and letting Pound top.

Standing on her hooves wasn’t a challenge yet, but the tingling in her legs after rutting and swapping around on the bed who knows how many times made it harder. She could feel Pound’s chest touching against her tail as she wiggled her rump around. With a smirk she shook her booty some more and teased, “Pound me, Pound!”

The stallion shook his head at that so hard he may have pulled a muscle. “Please no…” he said with a disappointed chuckle as he jumped up on top of her, mounting her from behind.

She could feel his weight against her rump, and how her legs naturally locked, getting ready as she felt his member pressing against her teats. He moved around, pulling his hot length back and unceremoniously sticking it in. “You love it,” she replied as she pushed back against him.

He slid in and started thrusting right away, matching her in tandem, and getting the wettest of sounds to come out as they slapped their hips together.

Pumpkin huffed hard as this kept up; she’d already finished a few times on the bed and needed to change things up, if not just to stretch a little on the floor here. From here she could feel his sack graze along her clit each time he went in deep; she could feel that sudden ride of pleasure, like a buzzer getting pushed in just the right way.

It was enough that she was wondering if he’d have her gushing out on the floor like this so soon.

“I’m… I’m close…”

“Already?” he asked in surprise, and a bit of excitement.

“Y-yea…” she said sheepishly.

Much to her surprise though, he slowed down. She was just about to snap her head back and ask what the deal was, but he grabbed her core tightly and flapped his wings hard.

She could feel the ground under her hooves disappear as he lifted up into the air and leaned back. Her head pressed against the side of his chin and she could hear him panting hard in her ear.

Pound suddenly thrust his hips up, slipping inside her and thrusting like nothing had changed, except everything had changed. She felt completely in his control, held up in the air and getting rutted in a way she never even considered before; it felt so hot.

That build-up on the ground was back in moments. Her legs dangled freely, bouncing up in the air as he slammed into her each time, matching it with the beat of his wings. The unique angle had him pressing against her walls in such an unfamiliar way that everything felt so different, so new; it was all like having sex for the very first time.

“O-oohhh…” she lewdly moaned out as her loins screamed for release. Her body tensed, but Pound held her safe, held her secure. She could feel her marehood clenching up once again to bring a rain to all those down below.

Pound only kept going harder, scattering the drops around on the floor like a broken sprinkler.

Slowly it stared to turn off, and the two of them descended. Pumpkin couldn’t help but catch her breath as he lowered her to the ground, now really feeling that tingling in her legs after having her whole world flip around. “Oh… we… need to do that again sometime…” she managed to get out, as she turned her back to him again and flicked her tail.

“Heh…” he chuckled as he climbed aboard and buried himself into that familiar tunnel once more. “I don’t have too many of those in me. Pretty hard to carry another pony like that for very long. Joys of being with a pegasus.”

Pound’s backlegs started to give out as he slumped onto Pumpkin. He felt something grabbing at his member from the inside, stroking his length with an electrical tingle that he’d never felt before. It was something else entirely, and wasn’t normal.

He was about to ask Pumpkin before he saw her horn was lit up and she had a smirk on her face. “Joys of being with a unicorn.”

The wet plap-plap singing out through the night was moving at a casual tempo. Pound still was mounting Pumpkin from behind, each putting as much energy as they could muster into the motions. It wasn’t the wild romp from earlier, but it was enough to still set Pumpkin off every so often.

Pumpkin had been close to finishing off her brother, but her magic wasn’t able to keep going for too before it was spent. She might have gotten it too if they hadn’t already been rutting each other for maybe an hour or two.

Pound lifted himself up as he put his hooves onto her rump. “So…” he said as casually as he could. “Have you, uh… tried anal before?” His smile instantly turned nervous as she snapped back to look at him.

“Seriously?” she said in disbelief.

He slowly nodded.

She rolled her eyes and bit her lip. “W-well… not exactly… like at all.” There was a pause in the air as the two stayed quiet, the ever present slapping noises still sounding out as they kept up the causal motions. “I… guess we could try it…” she said with reluctance, but a modicum of curiosity.

Like a child getting a treat, he let out a whiny as he smiled and jumped off, heading over to the pile of purple condoms to grab a new one. The one he had on already was thickly glazed in a coating of Pumpkin’s mare juices; it practically slipped off his hooves when removed it.

Pumpkin stood where she was, waiting for the probe to explore untouched areas. Her tail flicked around, and oddly enough she became a lot more aware of that virgin hole. She could feel the aching of her sex down below, but now she could feel a faint tickle right on her plothole.

The sound of an empty bottle getting the last life squeezed out from it filled the room. Pound looked up sheepishly as he covered the end of his member with a large dollop of lube. It was from an almost empty bottle that was in her luggage… right next to her toys. “You sure do like purple,” Pound said as he started to walk over.

“Let’s not worry about that for now,” Pumpkin said, trying to deflect from the subject as quickly as she could.

“And why is that thing in your suitcase so big? You could knock somepony out with that if you’re not careful!”

Pumpkin groaned a little bit as she shook her rump in frustration. “Forget about that, and stick it in my butt!”

“Me? Or the rubber leg in your luggage?” he teased as he hopped up back up to mount her, and only getting a low grumble from underneath. Pound chuckled as he lined himself up, reaching underneath with a hoof to help press against that tight entrance.

Pumpkin’s ears immediately snapped up as soon as she felt it touch. “A-ahhhhh…” she let out as his lubed up stallionhood centered along that circle and squeezed the tip in. She couldn’t help but lift a leg up from the sensation as he started to slide in; with how lubed it was, there wasn’t much difficulty. She breathed deeply as he sunk all the way in in a slow, steady motion, and by the time his hips were pressed again her rump, her leg slowly pressed back down on the ground.

Pound started to move his hips back and forth; it wasn’t the ravenous pounding of earlier, but something she could actually get used to.

“O-oh… this is weird…” Pumpkin said as she squeezed her eyes closed at the foreign, yet familiar sensation. Her brother going inside like that was not something she considered doing tonight, but it was an intriguing adventure now that it was happening.

“It takes a little to get used to, but I think you’re doing good,” Pound said calmly, gently picking up the pace just a little more, going so that his medial ring slid in and out from her tight hole with each thrust.

She softly breathed out as she spread her legs to help balance herself and focus on the sensation. The one thing different though was that there was no aching coming from here like her marehood was doing right now; at least not until Pound ruts this hole senseless too.

His girth felt like it was on the edge of being too much, keeping her stretched wide, but it was something she could get used to and handle for now. He was starting to pick up a bit of speed now, starting to get to a more familiar pace, though Pumpkin only stood there and took it.

It was weird, having that orgasmic tingle coming from somewhere else. She wasn’t close, but it did make her wonder. “Can mares actually cum from this?”

“Mmhmm,” Pound grunted out in her ear. “Sometimes; it is possible.”

Pumpkin shifted around a little more, still getting used to the strange discomfort that she felt. It was nice in its own way, but still it felt very peculiar.

Pound sat on the bed after just jumping off her and chucking the dirty rubber. He leaned back and sprawled out on the bed. “How are you feeling? Sore?”

Pumpkin shifted her hips around, stretching out what she could. “I mean… yea I’m sore, but I haven’t had something like this in well… ever. I think I can handle another orgasm or two… plus we still got to get you off,” she said as she hopped back up on the bed and laid down on her back.

Pound joined her quickly enough, sliding on a new condom and burying his boy inside her.

“Like… how do you even do this by yourself? Do you just take the week off?”

Pound shrugged and chuckled, “It’s uh… easier with my own hoof…”

“Well we’re getting you off,” she said as she adjusted herself for what she thought could be the homestretch. “Just, don’t worry about me this time and just go until you’re done.”

Pound took a few deep breaths as he started going once more, pacing himself out to go for the gold and finish this marathon. He loved experiencing the warm hug his sister had been giving around his member for most of the night.

He could hear her softly breathe out every time he pushed all the way in. His hooves went to her shoulders, grabbing onto them firmly to give the leverage he needed to pound away. His body was tired, but it felt like he was getting a second wind after going for so long. New energy seemed to course through his body, enough to keep him going.

His sister moaned out, in a mix of pleasure and pain as the last of the orgasms she could take was slowly starting to build up again. Her tired hole tried clinging on to him as much as she could, but this was a workout like she’d never done before.

Pound pressed in hard, focusing on that ever-present tingle that had him ready to blast off. It was the only thing he could think of right now that would let him finish. He opened his eyes to see Pumpkin about to reach another peak.

“I… love you, Pound,” she softly spoke as she gritted her teeth and her whole body clenched up once more. There was only a light mist of juice that sprayed out; the rest of it long since depleted.

Pound could feel his heart flutter in his chest at those words. It was something that honestly he had never felt with any other mare. It warmed his heart and made him go that much more fervently. There was just one last little push before he’d give out himself.

He could feel it coming, feel himself passing that edge as he finally pounded in one final time. Sinking down deep, he could feel himself flare up and she could feel it too. Her eyes went wide once more, rolling into the back of her head as she felt it spread her tunnel even wider and prolong that last orgasm.

Heat started erupting below as ropes of cum came gushing into her, feeling like it was filling a large water balloon up to the breaking point. Pound kept squirting, jerking his hips as the last of his orgasmic throes came to as rest.

The two looked at each other with a blissful smile, both feeling like champions. They glanced over at the clock on her side table: it was well past midnight. They both couldn’t help but chuckle until he rolled over and collapsed on his side, sliding out from his sister with a wet pop. His hooves reached down to grab the overfilled condom, getting it off of him and tossing it away; a problem for tomorrow.

The two lay there, panting hard. Pumpkin rolled over, cuddling up next to Pound, using his chest as a pillow as they either drifted off to sleep, or passed out from the exhaustion that was catching up to them.

Pound awoke in the morning with a sudden wave of confusion, looking into his sister’s eyes staring back at him. His heart was raced for a moment before his memory finally kicked in, remembering just how last night went.

As she stared at him with half-lidded eyes, he noticed the hungry look she had on her face. He could feel her stroking his leg with hers, and with the heat slowly growing again in his loins, he knew that this was going to be a crazy few weeks quarantined with his sister.

Author's Note

Writing the story certainly brought me back to my study days, specifically spending all night frantically trying to get this finished for Shakespearicles' April Wincest Contest after procrastinating basically right up to the due date. Hope you liked the story regardless!

This was an idea I got from a Reddit post here while accidently browsing the stories on r/Incest by mistake. It was an interesting situation and was fun to expand upon.

And if you liked the story, please leave a comment below.

Also, thanks to Deus Foalt for proofreading!