Author's Note

Chapter contains: Human/Humanized, Incest, Unrealistic Anatomy, Breast Play, Kissing, Eye Contact

Promises

I was laying on my bed, staring up at the ceiling above me, thinking about everything that had happened that day. I was wearing my pajamas: long flannel pants and a white t-shirt. My bedroom window was open, letting in a cool breeze; I needed to cool down after what I had just done. I had already been feeling the itch as I had come upstairs, but the show Applejack had given me had made it even worse. I had already returned my good friend Mr. Sockington to his hiding place at the back of the bottom drawer of my dresser.

Even after relieving my tension, I still couldn’t get her out of my mind. I could still see her sexy curves and hear her beautiful voice as clearly as if I was still back in that moment. While I could have stayed there longer and watched her finish her shower, my friend downstairs had demanded immediate attention after hearing her final squeal. Besides, it was probably for the best that I hadn’t stuck around to be discovered. If she knew about what I had done, it would sabotage any chance I had to get her to accept my feelings for her.

The promise I had made to myself weighed heavily on my mind. I had no idea how I could go about telling her what I really felt about her without it ruining our relationship. Applejack was my sister, and I cherished the bond we had, even if it was less than what I really wanted. I still loved her as a sibling, and I didn’t want her to stop loving me that way. I was starting to think that I would have to make a choice; I would have to choose between my sister’s love and the truth.

I wondered what she would do if our positions were reversed; if she were the one who desired me. My first thought was that she would have been way too much of a prude to ever admit to something like that. I had never seen her show open interest in any man, something which had inspired much gossip. The idea that she would openly admit to wanting to be with her brother was ridiculous. Then again, Applejack was the Element of Honesty; if there was anyone in Equestria with the courage and strength to own up to such a thing, it would be her. That was the whole reason why I had promised to do what I did.

I needed to be more like her, I realized. She was strong and brave and confident, whereas I had always been a coward, to scared to speak openly with my own family. Well, that would stop right then and there, I decided. The next time I saw her, I told myself, I would tell her everything.

You can imagine my shock when I heard a gentle knock on my bedroom door and a very familiar voice calling out to me. “Anon, you still awake?” Applejack asked quietly. I froze, her words sending me into a panic. All my bravado from just moments before instantly vanished, leaving me the scared little brother yet again. It’s much easier to say you’ll do something than to actually do it, I realized in hindsight.

Regardless of my chickening out, I still had to address the issue of the woman at my door. “Y-yeah, I’m awake,” I managed to get out.

“Can I come in?” Applejack said.

“Sure,” I said, curious as to the nature of the late-night visit. She almost never came into my room, and when she did, it was always in the light of day.

The handle of the door turned gently, and it slowly swung open. Applejack tentatively stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. She was also dressed in her pajamas: soft, gray exercise shorts and a large, baggy t-shirt that hung loosely from her frame. Her head was bare, her hair still slightly damp from her shower. As she entered and stood beside my bed, she kept her head slightly down, never looking me in the eye. Despite the awkwardness of her surprise visit, I couldn’t help but notice how cute she looked. I wanted to pull her into bed with me and snuggle with her soft-looking body, but I restrained myself from acting on the urge.

“Can I sit down?” Applejack asked.

“Of course,” I said, sitting up and making room for her. She walked over to the other end of my bed and sat down on it, pulling up her bare legs and folding them into a crisscross position. Her shorts tightened against her crotch, and I had to fight the urge to look down at the spot between her legs. She faced me, but still looked down, not meeting my gaze. We sat in silence for a moment, neither of us sure who would speak next.

“I need to talk to you about somethin’,” she said in a serious tone.

For a moment, I forgot my own issues and turned my thoughts to her, worried that something might be wrong. “What is it?” I asked. “Is everythin’ alright?”

“Well...no,” she said. “Everythin’s not alright.”

“Tell me what’s wrong,” I said.

“Actually, it’s you that needs to tell me somethin’,” she said. I was momentarily confused, until I saw her reach into the pocket of her shorts and pull something out of it. As I watched, she produced my wallet and gently place it on the bed between us. “Tell me why I found this on the floor of the bathroom.” Confusion turned to terror in my mind as I realized what she had said. When I looked back at her face, I saw that it was noticeably red from embarrassment.

My brain was running a mile a minute trying to figure out how my wallet had ended up in Applejack’s pocket. I distinctly remembered it being in my shirt pocket during supper time. If she was telling the truth, which was more then likely to be the case, then how could it have ended up on the bathroom floor? As I replayed the evening’s events in my head, I saw a mental image of myself as I had gotten down on the floor to peek through the crack in the bathroom door. And when I had left, closing the door again, I pictured my wallet falling out of my pocket and bouncing through the crack, the soft material making almost no noise on the wooden floor.

“I...um...I don’t know?” I said, immediately regretting my choice of words.

“Dagnabbit, Anon, don’t you lie to me!” she said loudly, finally looking up at me. She had a clear look of anger on her face. “I know it wasn’t there when I got into the shower; I’d’ve seen it. The only way it coulda gotten there was if you...is if you were there.”

I had a constant stream of four-letter words flowing through my mind at that moment. Of all the worst things that could happen, this was the worst possible thing. She knew I had been at the bathroom with her; there was no plausible way I could convince her otherwise. The only conceivable course of action was to try and come up with some excuse. And given how sharp she was, even that might be a hopeless endeavor.

“Oh, right; the bathroom,” I said, trying to best to sound casual and act like the situation was no big deal. I even tried throwing in a chuckle for good measure. “I was just...ah...checkin’ to see if you had a towel; that’s it.”

“Anon!” she said, her anger intensifying. “Your face is redder than a barn door with a fresh coat of paint. That was not just some innocent check-in, was it? If it was, you’d’ve hollered rather than just bargin’ in. You were doin’ somethin’ you shouldn’t’ve been doin’, weren’t you? You were tryin’ to get in there all sneaky-like so I wouldn’t see you while I was...” She looked away again, the anger melting off her face a bit, but the redness intensifying. “You saw me, didn’t you?” she said quietly. “You saw me while I was...” She wrapped her arms around her stomach defensively.

I felt like absolute crap at that moment. She was my sister; she was my family. You’re supposed to love and respect your family, not violate their privacy and force yourself into their private moments, like I had done. For the first time in a very long time, she didn’t feel like the big, strong, tough sister who had watched over me throughout my life. In that moment, she felt like a woman; a shy, vulnerable woman, who I had hurt deeply.

“I’m sorry,” I said softly, looking away myself.

“Why?” she said after a pause. “Why would you do a thing like that? You’re a sweet guy; you’ve never done anythin’ like this before.” Suddenly, she perked up, looking back over at me. “Someone put you up to it, didn’t they? Yeah, that’s it! I bet it was Apple Bloom, wasn’t it! She was mad at me for what I said earlier, so she got you to sneak into the bathroom to pull some sorta prank on me, didn’t she? Lemme guess, you were supposed to pull back the curtain and scare me like in that movie, weren’t you?”

“No, Applejack,” I said. “Apple Bloom didn’t put me up to anythin’.”

“She didn’t? Really? Well, then...it must’ve been Rainbow Dash,” she said, her angry expression returning. “Consarn it, I told that that girl to stay away from you. She told you to do somethin’...somethin’ dirty, didn’t she?” Her anger was tempered by visible and audible embarrassment. “What was it? Did she tell you to...take pictures of me? Or steal my...my underwear. Oh, I’m gonna give that girl such a thrashin’, she’ll wish she never met you!”

“No!” I said. “Rainbow Dash didn’t do it either; nobody did.” While I could tell that she would have gladly accepted one of her own explanations, I couldn’t bring myself to go along with them. I already felt bad enough about what I did; I didn’t want to make things worse by driving a wedge between her and someone else just to save my own skin.

“Nobody? But then...why?” she said. “Why’d you do it?”

“I...I can’t tell you,” I said.

“What the heck do you mean, you can’t tell me?” she said.

“I just can’t, alright?” I said.

“Anon, you better tell me right this instant, or else I’m goin’ straight to Mom when she gets back!” she said. “She’ll have you doin’ chores till your arms fall off!”

“Go ahead,” I said, defeated. “It would just be worse if I told you.”

“Worse? How could it be worse?” she said, yelling angrily. “What could possibly be so bad that you can’t even tell your—”

“I wanted to see you, alright!” I shouted back, finally cracking under the pressure. The two of us sat there, staring at each other silently as my words hung in the air.

Applejack’s anger slowly morphed into confusion. “You wanted to...” she said.

“I wanted to see you. I wanted...” I said, looking away in shame, “I wanted to watch you.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Applejack’s eyes widen and her lips tremble. “You...” she said. She placed her head in her hands and started shaking it. “No. No, no, no, no, no. Please, tell me it’s not true. Tell me this isn’t what it sounds like.”

With the dam finally broken, the water flowed easily. “I’m sorry, AJ,” I said, “but it’s the truth. I don’t just see you as my sister; I haven’t for a long time.”

“Anon, what you’re sayin’...this is all wrong,” she said, pulling back her hands and looking back at me. I could see tears in her eyes. “You can’t think things like that! You can’t feel that way about your own kin! It’s just...it’s not right!”

“I know it’s not, but I can’t help the way I feel,” I said.

“I just...don’t understand it,” she said. “You’re not blind. And I know I don’t say it very often, but you’re smart too. So then...why me? Why would you feel that way about me? I’m not...I’m not pretty. I’m not attractive. What could possibly make you wanna be with me?”

“But that’s not true,” I said. “You are pretty. Heck, you’re beautiful; the most beautiful woman I know. And you’re incredibly hot.”

“Anon, stop it!” she said sternly, her face growing even redder. “Don’t say those sorts of things about your sister. Besides, that’s not true; it can’t be. There are lots of other girls in town who are much better-lookin’ than me.”

“I beg to differ,” I said.

“Well, I’m right!” she said. “There are lots of girls out there, so you got no excuse! You should be spendin’ more time lookin’ at them and less time lookin’ at me!”

“Oh, so now you want me start going after girls?” I said, annoyed. “The girls you’ve spent years trying to keep me away from? Do you know what it’s like being the only one your age without a girlfriend? Do you realize how embarrassing it was whenever you would swoop in and chase off someone who was actually interested in me? You never even gave me a chance to be with a girl, and here you are lecturing me for not even trying?” I may have been a bit more aggressive than I had intended, but her remark had really set me off.

As I berated her, Applejack faltered, her angry expression slipping away and replaced with a hint of guilt. “I was just tryin’ to protect you,” she said. “That’s all I’ve ever done. I was never tryin’ to...keep you away from girls altogether. I know you’re a man now, but I’m still you’re big sister; I’ve just been tryin’ to look out for you. I wanted to make sure you found a good woman, a woman who’s honest and dependable and can take care of you, just like...just like me.”

Her eyes widened as she realized what she had said. She looked off to the side, clearly deep in thought. “It was me,” she said quietly. “It was my fault. I did this to you. I kept comparin’ every girl you knew to me, tellin’ you they weren’t good enough for you. I made you think that I was the best darn woman in Equestria is what I did. I made you think I was the only one worth lovin’. It’s no wonder you started feelin’ the way you did. Oh, Anon...” She looked back at me, her eyes moist. “I’m sorry. I am so, so, sorry.”

“AJ, it’s alright,” I said, reaching out and gently grasping her hands with my own. “I know you. I know how much you care about me, how much you care about all of us. I know you’ve always done what you’ve done to help me, to keep me safe. That’s why I love you so much, and not just as a sister.”

“Anon...” she said, gently pulling her hands out of mine. “We can’t...be together. Not like that. Not now, not ever. Do you understand that?”

I was surprised that the sound of my heart shattering to pieces wasn’t loud enough to wake Granny Smith. “I...” I began, trying to come up with some last desperate plea that would make her reconsider, but I could not. In the end, I resigned myself to my fate, lowering my head and closing my eyes, nodding my assent.

“Good,” said Applejack. “Now...I got you into this mess, and I’m gonna do whatever I can to help you get out of it. I wouldn’t be much of a big sister if I didn’t help you out when you needed it.”

“I’m not so sure I want to get out of it,” I said. “I don’t want to stop feeling the way I feel about you.”

“But you’ve got to!” she said. “You’ve got to get over me so you can start lovin’ some other girl! We’re gonna work through this, you and me. But in order to do that...I need to know why you want to be with me in the first place. You said you think I’m beautiful, that I’m...hot. Why? What about me makes you think that?”

“So many things,” I said, unsure of where to begin.

“Name one,” she said.

After a moment’s consideration, I named the feature that I thought might be the most understandable. “Your breasts,” I said.

“My...” she began, looking away from me and crossing her arms over the body parts in question. “My breasts?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“What about them?” she said after a pause. “What about them do you like?”

“What’s not to like?” I said. “They’re big, they’re perfectly-shaped, and they always look so soft. When you move, they bounce and jiggle in the most amazin’ way. Every time I see them, I just want to reach out and...reach out and touch them.” I tried to give the most palatable description of my fantasies that I could. As I spoke, Applejack blushed yet again.

“Have you ever touched a woman’s breasts before?” she asked.

It was my turn to blush. “No,” I said. “No, I haven’t.”

“I thought so,” said Applejack softly. “If you knew more about them, then you’d know that mine aren’t anythin’ special. If you could only see ‘em for yourself...” Her eyes widened, as if she had just thought of something. “Hey, maybe that’s it.”

“What?” I said.

Applejack tentatively looked back up at me, but struggled to maintain her gaze. “Anon, I’m gonna do somethin’ for you,” she said. “But if I do, then you have to make me a promise. You have to promise me that you’ll try to get over me. You have to promise me that you’ll try to stop thinkin’ of me as a woman and find someone else.”

“What are you gonna do?” I said.

She took a deep breath and released it slowly. “I’m gonna show you my breasts,” she said. “I’ll even let you touch ‘em a bit, if you really want to.”

My heart skipped a beat. If it weren’t for the rising uncomfortableness in my pants, I would have thought that I was dreaming. “You’ll let me...touch them?” I said, still unsure if the beautiful words that had just entered my ear were real, or just a product of my wild imagination.

“Yes,” she said. “But you have to promise, like I said. And you can bet I’ll hold you to it.”

I felt like I was being torn in two. My hormone-filled body was screaming at me to accept her offer, but my heart was telling me something else. If I said yes, and made that promise, then that would be it. Any chance of us being together would be gone, and I wouldn’t be able to complain. I didn’t want just an appetizer, I wanted the full-course meal. But as much as it pained me to admit it, that ship had sailed. I had already laid my soul bare before her, and she had rejected me. The only thing I could do was to make the best of my already undesirable situation.

“Alright, AJ,” I said solemnly, “I promise.”

Applejack looked into my eyes, seemingly satisfied with my honesty. She smiled slightly, the first time she had done so since entering the room. Her smile quickly faded when she realized that she still had to uphold her end of the bargain. She slowly moved her hands down and grasped the bottom of her shirt, her blush returning. She hesitated, before looking at me and saying, “Close your eyes.”

Not wanting to do anything to risk ruining the moment, I obeyed without question. My eyes snapped shut, plunging me into a world of darkness, with only my other senses to tell me what was happening. I heard the sound of soft fabric sliding across skin, which abruptly stopped, shortly before I heard something light fall onto the bed. I then heard the gentle sound of skin caressing skin. When that stopped, I heard nothing but the sound of our breath and the heavy beating of my heart. “You can open ‘em now,” said Applejack softly; I slowly opened my eyes.

Applejack was sitting on the bed before me, naked from the waist up. Her hands were placed on her breasts, pushing them against her slightly and covering her nipples. The pressure made them deform from their normal teardrop shape into a much rounder one. She had her head turned away from me, looking off to the side, her cheeks very red. My eyes darted about quickly, trying to take in every inch of her sexy body at once. Her toned stomach, her curvy waist, and her massive cleavage were each a sight that could have kept me motivated through a hundred lonely nights, but together, they were overwhelming.

I was paralyzed, unable to move or even to think as I gazed at the awesome display before me. Part of that was probably because the blood from my brain was rapidly rushing to something that needed it very urgently at that moment. From deep within myself, I heard my more primal instincts barking orders at me, telling me to seize the beautiful creature sitting in front of me and have my way with her. Luckily, I was not completely far gone, still possessing enough of my higher reasoning to hold myself back. I tried to think of something to say, but was unable to come up with anything eloquent, merely blurting out, “You’re stunning.”

I saw her blush intensify, her face turning beet-red. “You don’t mean that,” she said quietly.

“I do,” I said, still lost in my trance. “I really, really do.” I allowed myself to slowly crawl forward towards her, kneeling in front of her crossed legs. Applejack tensed slightly as I approached, but did not move away. “Let me see them,” I whispered. She closed her eyes and scrunched her face, as if bracing for an impact. As I watched, she slowly pulled her hands away from her breasts, lowering them to rest on her thighs.

As she released them, her breasts fell back into their normal shape and came to rest up against each other. I could see her large, pink areolae centered in the middle of each one. And at the pinnacle of each, I saw her nipples, the thick, pink nubs standing erect under the influence of the cold night air. I had spent countless nights imagining what her breasts might look like if I had ever been graced with the chance to see them. Never in all that time had I pictured a sight as breathtaking as the one I saw before me then. “Perfect,” I whispered to myself, the only word my addled brain could come up with to describe what I was seeing.

Unable to hold myself back any longer, I slowly reached out my hands toward her breasts. When they had gotten about an inch away from their targets, I stopped, looking back up at her face. Her expression had softened a bit, but she still had her eyes closed and gave no indication that she had changed her mind. Looking back down, I prepared myself for the moment I had fantasized about for years. I took one last deep breath before the plunge, then reached out and grabbed her breasts.

In my excitement, I must have grabbed them harder than I had intended, as I heard her let out a pained yelp. I instantly released my grip and withdrew my hands, pulling them back a few inches. “I’m sorry!” I said, afraid that I had hurt her.

“Gentle,” she said, opening her eyes and looking at me for a moment, before turning away again. “Be gentle with them.”

Silently cursing myself, I amended my approach. I once again began lowering my hands to her breasts, but when I was ready to make contact, I made sure to place them on her skin as delicately as I possibly could. When my palms made contact with her soft, warm skin, I heard her breathe in sharply, but nothing else. Taking that as a good sign, I continued onward, pressing my hands into the flesh as far as I dared risk. This time, I heard her let out a soft moan.

I gently rubbed and massaged her breasts, getting a feel for their texture, consistency, and weight. I marveled at how heavy they were, thinking that she must be even stronger than I had thought if she was to carry them around with her all day. With each squeeze, I increased the pressure slightly, testing my limits. She gave me feedback with the soft coos and moans escaping her lips. When her vocalizations got loud, I held my position, trying to remember the pressure level for future reference.

I started moving upward, up towards her nipples. I approached slowly, squeezing gradually smaller areas of her breasts, until I had her areolae between my thumbs and forefingers. I tentatively lifted up my thumbs and placed them on the perimeters of her areolae, feeling the spot where they met the skin of the rest of her breasts. I slowly traced circles around them, moving slightly inward with each revolution, until I reached the bases of her nipples. I lifted up my thumbs and gently pressed both of them against the rock-hard tips, pressing inward as gently as I had before.

Applejack let out a loud, stuttering moan, breathing heavily afterwards. I brought my forefingers over, and together with my thumbs, gently pinched the nipples from the sides, eliciting yet another moan. I tried pulling them, slowly lifting them and her breasts away from her body, before letting go and watching them flop and jiggle back into place. I tried twisting them, only venturing to turn them a few degrees in either direction, mindful of my limits. I swiftly stroked my thumbs back and forth across them, only pressing down enough to caress their tips.

I don’t know how long I sat there, playing with her breasts; it could have been seconds, but it could also have been hours. I explored their strength, their flexibility, and their durability. I pushed them together, observing the massive valley of cleavage that formed between them. I pulled them apart, then released them, watching them flop against each other and jiggle for several seconds before settling. I explored her underboob, where a thin layer of sweat had formed, despite the chill air. All the while, Applejack sat there, moaning and breathing heavily in response to my ministrations.

After an unknown time, I suddenly had a desire to try something a bit different. I pulled back my hands, releasing her breasts completely and leaning back. She looked up at me, curious as to why I had stopped. “What are you...?” she said as she watched me shift positions. I moved from where I was kneeling in front of her, crawling behind her and sitting on my butt, putting my legs out to either side of her and pressing my chest up against her back. I wrapped my arms around hers and put my hands on her stomach, gently pulling her back against me and putting my head over her shoulder.

In the new, more intimate position, I could feel the subtler movements of her body. I could feel her chest rise and fall as she breathed; I could feel her shiver slightly, although I wasn’t sure whether it was due to the cold, or some other reason. I moved my hands up from her stomach, cupping her breasts and lifting them up and down repeatedly. With my ear much closer to her face, I could hear the soft sounds escaping her throat all the more clearly. I resumed playing with her breasts, listening to the sweet music coming from her lips.

Looking down at her breasts from over her shoulder was a completely different viewing experience. From that angle, I was able to see them the same way she saw them. Also framed in my vision were her hands, resting on her sexy legs. I couldn’t imagine how she could look down at the gorgeous body I was looking at and not immediately fall in love herself; I couldn’t imagine how she could think she wasn’t beautiful. The only explanation I could think of was that, when she was standing, her large breasts blocked her view of everything else, giving her an incomplete picture. “You’re so beautiful, AJ,” I whispered in her ear.

“No, I’m...I’m not,” she breathed softly.

“We’ll have to agree to disagree, then,” I said.

We sat like that for a long time as I tended to her breasts, giving them the same treatment I had given them from the front. After a while, I got the urge to shake things up again, not out of boredom, but out of inspiration. “Lie down on the bed,” I whispered. I was slightly worried about this one, as I thought she might not go for it. Luckily, she did not object, and slowly moved from her position, crawling over and laying down. While not my primary subject of interest that evening, I also got a nice look at her butt as she moved.

Applejack lay stretched out before be, her head on my pillows and her feet pointing towards the foot of the bed. I drunk in the sight of her nearly-naked body, my eyes tracing her curves from her feet, to her legs, her hips, stomach, and finally back to her breasts. Now that she was lying down, her breasts had shifted position, falling back against her and looking much rounder than they had before. Her hands were resting on her stomach; her head was turned off to the side slightly, away from me. “Wow,” I said, not possessing the mental faculties at that moment to express my opinion more eloquently.

I crawled over and kneeled over her legs, one leg to her side, the other between her own legs. Looking down on her, I was again reminded of how fragile she looked. I loved her for her strength, but I was quickly falling in love with her vulnerability as well. Ever since I was a child, I had always seen her as the powerful big sister who would always be there to protect me. With our roles reversed, and me being, in a sense, the powerful one, I felt a positively euphoric feeling come over me. My high was so strong, that I was willing to take one more risk. “Can I...can I kiss them?” I asked her.

She turned and looked at me, her expression surprised, but not angry. Her eyes fell and she bit her lip, looking to be considering the request. Eventually, she looked back up at me and wordlessly nodded her head. With her approval, I leaned over her and once again placed my hands on her breasts, pushing them together gently. I slowly lowered my head to her breasts, marveling at the sight of them from so close up.

Taking a deep breath, I leaned my head in and gently pressed my lips against her flesh. My sensitive lips felt the softness of her skin and the warmth of her body much more than my rough, farmer’s hands. With my nose so close, I got a strong whiff of the apple-scented body soap she had used in the shower. I kept up the contact for as long as I could, before I pulled back and breathed in again. I looked to the other breast, leaning in and placing another long kiss on that one as well.

I went to town, placing a smattering of kisses all over the surfaces of those magnificent orbs. I kissed them from the top, I kissed them from the bottom, I kissed them from the sides. I smooshed them together and kissed the valley of cleavage in between. I kissed my way up to their peaks and kissed circles around her areolae. At the end of each revolution, I planted a single, firm kiss on her nipple, each one drawing out a moan from her throat. I went back and forth between both breasts, wanting to make sure I gave them both the attention they deserved.

When I had finished kissing one of her nipples, I paused a moment, looking down on it. I was taken my how sexy it looked, how alluring it looked, how...delicious it looked. A sudden urge took hold of me that I was powerless to resist. Before I even realized what I was doing, I leaned in, stuck out my tongue, and slowly dragged it across her thick, hard nipple. I heard her gasp loudly when I made contact, but heard no request for me to stop. Emboldened by this, I continued, taking long licks from one edge of her areola to the other. Every once in a while, I would stop and deliver a few quick flicks to her nipple with the tip of my tongue, before returning to the long strokes.

On one pass, I placed my mouth over her nipple, licking circles around it. I switched between doing that and my “swish and flick” routine from before, all while keeping my lips on her breast. I began lightly sucking on her flesh, drawing her nipple up and closer to my tongue. I used the suction to lift up her breast slightly, before breaking the seal with a satisfying pop, letting the breast fall back down and jiggle as it settled back into place. While all this was going on, my hands were still very busy, massaging the base of the breast I was suckling on, and giving extra attention to her other breast and nipple, making sure they wouldn’t feel too left out.

After a while of this, I pulled back and observed the result of my work. The nipple, and the skin within a couple of inches, was sopping wet, glistening in the soft light of the bedroom. I looked over at the other one, the one I was in the middle of lightly pinching, and decided that it needed to look like its twin. I started moving my head over to her other breast, plunging my tongue into her cleavage and giving it a long, slow lick throughout its entire length on the way. When I reached her other nipple, I took it into my mouth as I had done with the first one and repeated my routine. While I did that, my hands switched roles, gently playing with the first nipple and breast while massaging the one I was sucking.

I tried to give her nipple the same amount of love and care I had given the other one. When I felt I had spent enough time on it, I again switched, moving back to the first nipple and replacing my now-slippery fingers with my mouth. I don’t now how long I kept at it, licking, sucking, massaging, and then switching. As I got more into it, I started pressing my face into her breast as I sucked. It was only a little bit at first, but eventually, I had my face buried in the soft flesh, nuzzling it energetically, only coming up to breathe.

When I finally pulled back to catch my breath, I observed the fruits of my labor. Both of the big, round breasts were covered in a thin layer of my saliva, with small drops tracing a path from her nipples, down across the long curvature of her breasts, before falling into her cleavage. I decided to follow them, pressing my head down and into the long valley before me. I simultaneously grabbed both of her breasts and pressed them against the side of my face, enveloping myself in the big, warm pillows.

I was starting to lose myself after everything I had been through. I had managed to hold on to a shred of self-restraint throughout the slow buildup, but even that was rapidly fading away. I gave in to my instincts, letting my body run on auto-pilot. I enthusiastically nuzzled and licked her breasts, planting big, sloppy tongue kisses all over them. I could hear the heavy drumming of her heart when my ear pressed up against her chest. I was so single-mindedly devoted to my task, in fact, that I didn’t even notice when my kisses started to move off of her breasts and trail upwards. I kissed up to the top of her sternum, then over her collarbone, then kissed up the length of her neck. I kissed over the ridge of her chin and then...

I froze, stopping myself just before I planted my lips on hers. A shred of reason returned to me, and I realized what I was doing, and what I was about to do. My eyes travelled upwards from her thick lips, over her nose, and arriving at her eyes, which were staring straight up at me. Her big, beautiful, green eyes were looking into mine, their lids half-closed. Neither of us said anything; neither of us moved. I listened to her heavy breaths; I could even feel them flowing out and lightly caressing my lips, hovering less than an inch above hers.

I tried to read her, tried to figure out what she was thinking. I looked deep into her eyes, where I thought I could detect several emotions. I saw traces of fear, traces of happiness, but above all, I saw an intense desire. As I watched, Applejack slowly let her eyelids fall the rest of the way closed. Her lips, which were parted to make way for her heavy breaths and moans, gently pressed together and stayed there. I closed my eyes, slowly lowered my head, and pressed my lips against hers.

I didn’t realize it at the time, but looking back on it in the days, months, and years that followed, I realized that that moment was the most important of my life. Kissing her, right then and there, represented the choosing of a path that I would walk forevermore. Up until that point, I could still have walked away; I could have stopped myself, and my relationship with my sister would have been drastically different from what it would become. Maybe, in an alternate universe, I didn’t do what I did. Maybe we stopped right there and returned to our normal lives. Maybe I did what I promised to do and found another woman to love, and we lived happily ever after together, but that’s not what I did then and there. I kissed her, and we ceased to be merely brother and sister from then on.

Her lips felt absolutely amazing, feeling hot and silky-smooth against my own. A wave of warmth radiated throughout my entire body, from my lips, all the way down to my feet. My lips were awkward and stiff, due to my inexperience; I am not ashamed to admit that the kiss I gave her was the first real kiss I had ever given a woman. That being said, the moment still felt magical, infinitely better than I had always imagined it would be. I don’t know how long I kissed her; it could have been a thousand years for all I knew. Eventually, however, I pulled back, and our lips made a tiny smooching noise as they parted.

When I opened my eyes, I saw her looking up at me. Her eyes were dreamy and relaxed, as if she had just gotten a massage at the spa; all hints of trepidation had vanished from them. I raised a hand up to her face and gently stroked her freckled cheek. She, in turn, brought up a hand and placed in against my face. An unspoken agreement passed between us, and I once again leaned down into another kiss.

This kiss was more lively than the first, as I ventured to put a little more energy into it. She, too, got into it, both of us massaging the other’s lips with our own. We felt each other out, each of us starting out small, but slowly graduating to bigger and more intense smooches. As we went further, I heard soft moans emanate from her throat; I started to vocalize as well, letting out soft grunts that mixed with her sounds beautifully. I felt her gently thrust her hips forward, rubbing her crotch against my thigh that was placed against it. We kissed for much longer than the first time, but eventually, we parted again, her placing one final peck on my lips as we separated.

We looked at each other again, both of us breathing heavily onto the other’s face. I was completely absorbed in the moment, not thinking about a single thing except the woman underneath me. You could understand my shock, therefore, when I saw Applejack’s eyes slowly widen, opening to their full extent. “Anon...” she breathed. “Anon, get off.” The hand on my face moved down and pressed against my shoulder. “Anon, get off me!” She shoved me, hard, and I was knocked back slightly. Applejack quickly pulled her legs out from under mine and rolled away from me, leaping from the bed.

“AJ?” I said, surprised and confused as to what was going on. Applejack grabbed her shirt from where it lay on the bed and ran toward the door. “AJ, wait!” I called out to her. She didn’t stop however, quickly reaching the bedroom door, ripping it open and bolting out. I heard the sound of her heavy footsteps pounding on the wooden floorboards, before I heard a door open down the hall and quickly slam shut.

I laid on the bed, stupefied, staring at the open door as if I expected her to suddenly walk back in. My brain was running at full speed, trying to figure out what had just happened. I was able to process that Applejack had just run out of the room, but beyond that, I was lost. I replayed the events of the past minute in my mind over and over again, trying to identify what in Equestria might have caused her to do such a thing. Had I angered her? Had I hurt her? Had I disappointed her? Every explanation I could think of was worse than the last. Frustrated with my inability to find the answer, and with myself for being the probable cause of her distress, I angrily pounded the wall behind the bed, swearing loudly.

Applejack was laying on her bed, completely naked, her shorts and drenched panties having been haphazardly thrown to the floor within seconds of her entering the room. Her brow was sweaty and she was breathing as if she had just run a marathon. The thick scent of feminine musk filled the air. Twice in one day, she thought to herself; she’d never done that before. And somehow, the second had been even better than the first.

She put her head in her hands, the gravity of what she had just done sinking in. Not only had she allowed her brother to go way farther than she should have let him go, but she had even given him her first kiss. She had just lectured him about how his feelings were wrong, and how they could never be together. She knew she shouldn’t have done what she did. So then why, she wondered, did it feel so good? Why did it feel so...right?