Author's Note

Chapter contains: Human/Humanized, Incest, Unrealistic Anatomy, Handjob

Appeasement

I was awoken by the loud cry of the rooster just outside my window. My heavy eyelids slowly lifted, allowing me to see the wall of my bedroom. I laid there half-asleep for a moment, before my groggy mind reminded me of the events of the previous night. I had spent quite a while trying to puzzle out why Applejack had run from my bedroom without even saying why. Even after I had given up and tried to go to sleep, my troubled thoughts had kept me awake for quite a bit longer before I was finally able to find rest. I groaned and reluctantly sat up in my bed, my comfy moment ruined. Less than five minutes into the day, and I was already in a bad mood.

I threw my legs off the side and pushed myself up off the bed and onto the floor. After a series of quick stretches to wake up my limbs, I walked to the door, intending to head to the bathroom. I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, walking toward the bathroom. After taking a few steps, I heard the sound of a door opening behind me. I turned my head and looked over my shoulder, allowing me to see Applejack stepping out of her bedroom, already dressed in her work clothes. When she noticed me standing there, she froze, looking back at me.

Neither of us said anything immediately. Applejack’s eyes were wide, and her cheeks slowly reddened as I watched her. She averted her gaze, looking down at the floor, and began walking slowly and stiffly toward the stairs. Of course, she had to walk toward me to get there, as I was standing between her and her destination. “Applejack,” I said, turning around fully to face her. “About last night...” She kept her eyes pointed downward, giving no indication that she had even heard me.

“Applejack,” I said, more forcefully than before. She swiftly reached me and dodged around me, continuing down the hall without even slowing down. “Applejack, wait!” I said, turning around once again to face her. Again, she ignored me, reaching the stairway and quickly descending out of my sight. I sighed grumpily and shook my head. Putting the Applejack issue aside temporarily, I made my way to the bathroom and conducted my morning business. When I had finished, I returned to my bedroom, dressed in my work clothes, and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

As I approached, I heard the sound of sizzling food and got a whiff of a very pleasant aroma. I stepped into the kitchen, where I saw my mother standing at the stove, and Applejack and Granny Smith sitting at their spots at the table, eating their breakfasts. “Good morning, sweetie,” said Buttercup cheerfully. She was dressed in her own work clothes: a faded orange button-up shirt and a pair of worn jeans that hugged her tightly and showed off her impressive curves. She was busy preparing pancakes, scrambled eggs, and sausages, all of which smelled delicious.

“Mornin’ mom,” I said. “Mornin’ Granny Smith.”

“Good morning, deary!” said Granny Smith, her mouth full of food.

I looked over at where Applejack sat at the table. She was staring downward at her plate, hunched forward in an unfriendly posture. She did not acknowledge me as I walked into the room, merely continuing to chew her food, slowly and methodically. I walked over to the table and sat in my seat next to hers. I watched her out of the corner of my eye, but she did not look over in my direction at all.

“Applejack,” I whispered, but she continued ignoring me. “Applejack, I don’t know what I did to make you so upset with me, but whatever it was, I’m sorry.” She said nothing in return, but I noticed that she began chewing her food much more quickly. When the silence had become awkward, I tried once again. “I didn’t mean to do anything to hurt you, I swear. Please don’t ignore me.” I was met with only silence yet again.

Buttercup came walking over to the table carrying two plates loaded with food. “Here you go,” she said, setting one of the plates before me and the other at her own place at the table. “Eat up!” I gave up on trying to get through to Applejack for the moment, picking up my fork and digging into my food. My mother was a fantastic cook, but even her food tasted bitter in the mood I was in. “So, did anythin’ excitin’ happen while I was gone last night?”

I choked on my food, covering my mouth and coughing loudly and obnoxiously. “Are you alright, Anon?” said Buttercup in a panic.

I quickly recovered, nodding as I worked out the last few coughs. “Yeah,” I said. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just...just fine.” Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Applejack had turned her head to look at me, but she quickly looked back at her food when she saw that I was alright. I could see that her cheeks were slightly red.

The moment over, we returned to our meal, me eating slowly as I pondered what to say to Applejack when we were alone. Applejack, however, shoveled down her food, quickly finishing and excusing herself from the table. She deposited her plate in the kitchen sink and walked out of the kitchen towards the front door. “Well, she sure finished fast,” said Buttercup. “She must have been hungry.”

“Yeah,” I said absentmindedly. “Must have been.”

The warm breeze blowing through the trees carried the ever-present smell of apples to my nose. The afternoon sun hanging overhead cast its light down on the gentle slopes and hills of the orchard, keeping it warm, but not hot. Despite the benign temperature, I was already sweaty and tired, due to all the chores I had done that day. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t mind the hard work, as I had my big sister there to keep me company. On that day however, Applejack’s presence was not as comforting as it would have been a week earlier.

It had been several days since that fateful night, but she was still giving me the cold shoulder. I had spent almost every minute of that time thinking about her and what I could do to mend the apparent rift between us. I hadn’t had any revelation regarding the cause of her dour attitude, and I hadn’t been able to get any clues from the woman herself. She had been keeping her distance from me as often as she could, and even when we were together, she never said anything more to me than what was absolutely necessary. No matter how many times I tried, no matter how many apologies I threw her way, she still wouldn’t say more than a few words to me at a time.

I paused in my work and turned to look over to where she was several yards away. Her body was just as beautiful as ever, but her movements were abnormally tense and awkward, giving her a disconcerting look. Her face, normally full of life, had a stony expression, which made me feel worse about what I had done every time I looked at it. I hated seeing her like that, and I hated myself because I thought that I was the cause. I knew it probably wouldn’t do any good, but I decided to go over to her and try once again to clear the air between us.

I tossed the apple I had just picked into a nearby basket and slowly walked over to the tree she was working on. If she noticed my approach, she gave no sign, merely continuing as if I wasn’t even there. “Applejack,” I said softly, stopping a couple of yards away from her. “Applejack, please talk to me.”

“You finish your half yet?” she said flatly.

I rolled my eyes. “No, I haven’t finished my half yet,” I said, trying to hide my frustration.

“Then we got nothin’ to talk about,” she said.

“Yes, we do,” I said. Applejack said nothing as she continued picking. “How many times do I have to say it? I don’t know what I did to make you so mad at me, but whatever it was, I’m sorry. I’m truly, truly sorry.”

Applejack descended the step stool she was using to reach up into the tree and picked up the basket sitting nearby. Without even looking at me, she began quickly walking away. I had put up with her ignoring me for a while, but I had had enough of it by that point. “Applejack,” I said sternly, quickly giving chase and catching up to her. “Applejack, stop!” I reached out and firmly grabbed her shoulder; she stopped in her tracks, but did not turn to look at me.

“I can’t take this anymore,” I said, my voice betraying my desperation. “I can’t handle you pretending I don’t exist, and I can’t handle seeing you like this.” I was starting to think that my worst fear had come true: that by confessing my feelings to her, I had destroyed our relationship. “I don’t know if you hate me, or if you never want to see me again, or what. But could you please just tell me?” Applejack didn’t budge, either to move or to talk.

“Do I have to beg?” I said. “Do I have to get down on my knees and beg you? Fine.” I let go of her shoulder and kneeled down behind her. “Please. Just talk to me one more time, that’s all I ask. Please.”

A moment of silence passed between us, the only audible noise being the whistle of the wind and the rustling of the trees. Just when I was about to try asking again, Applejack spoke. “Anon...” she said quietly. She slowly kneeled down and placed her basket on the ground, before standing back up. “Anon, get up...please.”

I slowly rose back onto my feet, not taking my eyes off of her; her hands were balled into fists. Tentatively, I reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, gently this time. I lightly pulled on her shoulder; slowly, she turned around and faced me. She had tears falling from her eyes and her lips were quivering. Before I even realized what was happening, she leaped forward and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me into a hug. I was momentarily stunned by her sudden display of affection, so I didn’t react immediately. When I heard her start to sob, my brotherly instincts kicked in and I wrapped my arms around her, returning the hug.

“I’m sorry,” I heard her say in between sobs. She repeated herself a few more times, growing quieter each time.

“Hey,” I whispered. “Hey, it’s alright, AJ” I lifted one of my hands up and reached under her hat, gently petting her head. I continued whispering comforting things to her while her crying gradually died down. I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen her like that; I had always known her as the sort to cry on the inside. “AJ,” I said softly when her breathing finally returned to normal. She slowly loosened her hold on me, pulling back and looking me in the eye; her eyes were red and her cheeks were moist. I lifted a hand to her face and gently wiped away some of her tears.

“Anon, I...” she began, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ve been actin’ such a fool.”

“I don’t care if you act a fool,” I said comfortingly, “I just want to know why.”

“I was just...just so ashamed,” she said. “So ashamed of what I did...of what I let you do. I thought if I just...pretended it never happened...things would go back to normal.”

“What are you so ashamed of?” I said.

“You kissed me,” she said quietly. “You kissed me and I let you.”

“You kissed me back,” I said.

“That was on accident!” she said. A punch to the gut probably would have been less painful. “I mean...” She let out a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I just...didn’t mean to let you go so far. I was supposed to be helpin’ you, and I just made things worse.”

“Did you not like it?” I said.

“I...” she began, blushing slightly, “that’s beside the point! It shouldn’t have happened.”

“But it did happen,” I said.

“I know,” she said. “I thought if I cut you off, if I kept away from you, you’d forget about it. You’d forget about me and...move on.”

“Move on?” I said. “You expect me to just ‘move on’? I love you, AJ!”

“Anon, stop it!” she said. “I know I might’ve given you mixed signals, but you still made a promise! You promised to stop thinkin’ about me that way.”

“I know,” I said. To my credit, I had indeed tried to fulfill my half of the bargain. In my nightly fantasies, I had attempted to replace Applejack’s face with the face of someone else. Instead of holding her in a lover’s embrace, I had imaged holding some of the other women I knew, such as Applejack’s friends Rarity and Fluttershy. While both were beautiful and, admittedly, attractive women in their own right, I still found my thoughts straying back to Applejack no matter how hard I tried. “I’ve tried, I really have.”

“Well, try harder!” said Applejack.

“Very poor choice of words,” I said.

Applejack was taken aback for a moment, a look of confusion on her face. Her eyes widened when she caught my meaning; her gaze slowly drifted downwards to my pants, where hardness was definitely not an issue at that moment. Despite the seriousness of the situation, my body had not been blind to the attractive woman who had just pressed herself up against me and squished her large breasts against my chest. “Oh, for Celestia’s sake, Anon!” she said, quickly averting her gaze and blushing slightly.

“I can’t help it,” I said. “It’s difficult enough just being around you. I can’t stop it if you throw yourself on me like that.”

She sighed. “Is it really...that bad?” she said. “Can’t you just...y’know...take care of it? You do do that, don’t you?”

“It’s not that easy,” I said. “Especially after what we did the other night.”

“Are you sayin’ that...that didn’t help?” said Applejack. “That I showed you my...my body, and you still think of me that way?”

“Like I said before,” I said, “you’re a very attractive woman. It’s hard to be content with just my imagination when I have you around.”

Applejack blushed harder. “When you’re...doin’ that, you’re thinkin’ about me, aren’t you?” she said.

“Well, yeah,” I said, blushing slightly myself.

“So...what are you thinkin’ about?” she said. “What are you imaginin’ when you do it?”

“You...you want me to tell you what I think about when I masturbate?” I said.

Applejack was starting to look as red as the apples on the trees around us. “Just...help me understand,” she said. “I don’t know what...boys think about.”

Realizing that the situation could potentially go bad very quickly depending on what I said, I decided to share one of the more palatable fantasies I had had about her. “Well...when I’m alone in my room...touching myself...I like to pretend that it’s you. I pretend that it’s you touching me instead.”

“And that...that does it for you?” she said. “Even that’s enough?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“It can’t be,” she said. “You know I’m not some...some lady of the evenin’. I’ve never even...I mean...I wouldn’t even be good at doin’...that.”

“It’s not rocket magic,” I said.

“I know it ain’t!” she said. “But I could never do that, not the way you imagine it. If I tried to...touch you like that, I’d probably do such a bad job that you’d never wanna...” Suddenly, her eyes lit up, as if she had just thought of something; she looked me in the eye. “What if I could prove it to you?”

“Prove what to me?” I said.

“Prove that I’m not the sort of woman you’d wanna be doin’ things like that with,” she said. “If you knew how bad I’d be, maybe you’d stop wantin’ to do them with me.”

“And how do you propose to do that?” I said.

“Well...what if I...touched you,” she said, “like the way you imagine me doin’?”

There was a moment of silence as my brain short-circuited. “Come again?” I said.

“Don’t make me say it!” she said. “I’ll do what you want me to do, but only to show you I’m not the sort of woman worth fantasizin’ about.”

I didn’t know if I was dreaming or not, but at that moment, I didn’t care. “Okay,” I said weakly.

“And I wanna be perfectly clear this time,” she said, wagging a finger at me. “I’m not doin’ this to rile you up even more. Our deal still stands; you still have to try and get over me. Understand?”

“Uh, yeah. Sure,” I said, dazed as the reality of the situation sunk in.

“Good,” she said. “So, uh...just...go and sit down; over there.” She pointed to the base of a nearby apple tree. I slowly walked over to the spot and sat down, my back resting against the trunk and my legs out in front of me. Applejack gulped and walked over to me, kneeling on the grass to my right.

Her face was a picture of embarrassment, but also had a noticeable air of nervousness, maybe even fear. As much as I wanted her to go forward with what she was about to do, she was still my sister, and I began to feel bad about making her do something she wasn’t comfortable with. Letting me touch her body was one thing, but this was another thing entirely. “AJ,” I said softly, “if you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to.”

She took a deep breath and released it. “It’s alright,” she said, her face relaxing a bit, “I can handle it. Don’t worry about me.” She looked up at me and gave me a nervous smile, which quickly faded away again; she looked down at my pants. “Do you want me to...” She nodded towards by belt.

“If you don’t mind it,” I said.

Tentatively, she reached out and grasped my belt, unbuckling it and pulling it apart. Her fingers then moved to the button of my jeans, making short work of that as well. She reached down and grabbed the zipper, slowly pulling it down; she gulped when my boxers came into view. I hooked my thumbs into my jeans and slowly pulled them down to my mid-thigh, revealing my underwear and the bulge of its precious cargo in their entirety. She and I were both breathing heavily at that point, knowing what would have to happen next. She reached out, gently wrapped her fingers around the waistband of my boxers, and began pulling them down.

I watched her face as my member was slowly revealed to the world. When the tip poked out from underneath the fabric, her eyes widened and she breathed in sharply, but did not stop. When the head had been fully revealed, her mouth parted, her jaw dropping slightly. As my boxers were drawn down my length, her lips began to tremble and her breathing became uneven. When she reached the base, and began to uncover what I had hanging below it, I saw a drop of sweat roll down her face. By the time my boxers had reached their destination, and I was on full display, she was trembling noticeably.

Neither of us moved or said anything for a moment. She stared at my member intensely, as if she were hypnotized by it. Her expression was a mixture of embarrassment, fear, disgust, and strangely, wonder; I was worried she was going to pass out. “AJ,” I whispered, breaking her out of her trance. She blinked and quickly shifted her gaze back up to my face. “Do you still want to do this?” She shut her mouth and swallowed, her expression softening. After a moment’s hesitation, she nodded her head slightly, and looked back down at my crotch.

I reached down and pulled by boxers the rest of the way down to my jeans, Applejack releasing them as I did so. Her hands remained awkwardly held out in front of her, as if she was unsure of whether to pull them back or move them further in. “Can I...” she began, “can I touch it?”

“Yeah,” I said softly. She placed her left hand on the ground to steady herself, then leaned in. Her right hand inched its way down to its target, trembling slightly as it moved. I watched her hand as it descended, the tension of the moment making time slow down in my mind. When it got about an inch away from my skin, it froze, hovering in the air. I heard Applejack gulp and take a deep breath, before she finally lowered her hand and gently placed it on my shaft.

Her touch sent a shiver radiating throughout my body, and I gasped reflexively. Her relatively cool hand felt heavenly on my burning-hot skin. I could feel her palm and fingers as they caressed me; not silky smooth, but significantly smoother than my own rough farmer’s hands. She stroked it, lightly dragging her fingers up and down my length. After all the buildup, I had already been about as hard as I thought I could get, but her delicate touch sent me even further, making me harder than even I thought I could get.

After stroking the shaft for a little while, her fingers moved upward and touched my head. She wrapped them around it and squeezed ever-so-gently, making me moan softly. With her thumb, she explored its surface, examining its shape and texture. Her ministrations caused a drop of pre to surface, making her take pause. She slowly moved her thumb up to the tip and wiped up the liquid, rubbing it against her forefinger to feel its consistency.

When she finished with my head, she moved her hand back down, moving past the base to what lay beyond. She tentatively touched my apple basket, feeling its texture with the tips of her fingers before lightly pressing inwards, feeling the two round apples within. Cupping them in her palm, she gently squeezed, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through me and making me release a startled grunt. Applejack noticed my exclamation and released her grip. “I’m sorry!” she said, looking back up at me. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, “I’m fine. That felt good, actually.”

“Alright,” she said, looking back down. “How do I...I mean...what do you want me to do?”

“Well,” I said, gulping, “first, wrap your hand around it.” She moved her hand back to my shaft and wrapped her fingers around it, lifting it up off of me slightly. “Now, squeeze gently.” She did as I said, tightening her grip enough for me to feel it, but not so much that it was painful. Even without moving, her touch felt incredible, a thousand times better than when I did it myself.

“Now what?” she said.

“Move your hand up and down,” I said, my voice growing unsteady from the pleasure. Applejack began moving her hand, slowly lifting it up my length all the way to my head, before sending it sliding back down to the base. The effect was immediate; each pump sending a new shockwave through me from my crotch, through my stomach and chest, up my neck, and to my head. I was really breathing heavily at that point, a small moan escaping my lips every now and again.

“Like this?” she asked hesitantly.

“Yeah,” I said. “Just like that.” I closed my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me and envelop me. All of my stress and worry from the past few days slowly melted away, leaving me with an amazing feeling of peace and comfort. The physical aspect was incredible on its own, but the emotional high that came from having another person deliver it magnified the pleasure. Having such a gorgeous woman touching me like that, and her in particular, was something that I had thought could never happen in my entire life. “AJ?” I said softly, opening my eyes and looking at her.

“What is it?” she said, looking up at me.

“Can you go a little faster?” I said.

“Alright,” she said, nodding and looking back down. She gradually increased the speed of her movements from the slow, sensual caress she had started with, transitioning into more energetic pumps. As she sped up, so too did the waves of pleasure flowing through me, coming more frequently and with greater intensity. I didn’t close my eyes this time, instead choosing to keep them locked on her beautiful face. The initial shock of what we were doing seemed to have worn off, but she still looked a bit on edge. She, too, kept her eyes open, but I was unsure whether that was out of bravery, or morbid fascination.

“Are you almost...are you almost done?” she said.

“Not yet,” I said. I was lasting quite a bit longer than I would have expected myself to, given the circumstances. Granted, that was probably because of me having given Anon Jr. a serious workout that morning. “I might finish faster if you...talk to me.”

“Talk to you?” she said, glancing up at me with a quizzical expression, but not stopping her hand.

“Yeah, just...help me along,” I said. “Encourage me.”

“Encourage you?” she said, blushing. “You mean you want me to...say things to you? Like...dirty things?”

“Well, yeah,” I said.

“Anon...I can’t do that,” she said. “I wouldn’t know what to say. I’m not that sort of woman.”

“I don’t want you be like some other woman,” I said. “I want you to be you.”

“But...I don’t...” she said.

“Just...pretend you love me,” I said. “Pretend I’m not your brother, and you’re not my sister. Pretend I’m your special somebody. Just for a little while. Please.”

Applejack looked back down, seemingly thinking about what I said. She opened her mouth and began forming the beginnings of words, but wasn’t able to get anything out at first. “C-Come on now...sweetheart,” she said eventually, “we gotta get back to work soon. We gotta finish gettin’ this part of the orchard picked before the end of the day.” She spoke timidly, but her words did not feel completely artificial.

“I know you...probably don’t work as fast when you’re dealin’ with...this sort of thing,” she said. “I know that’s partially my fault, that’s why I’m helpin’ you out like I am. You said you imagine doin’...lewd things like this with me; I still don’t know why. I don’t know why you’d want to do this sorta thing with a dirty ol’ farm girl like me. I’m not pretty, my chest is way too big, so are my hindquarters, and I got more muscle on me than most of the women in town. But even with all that, you still want to be with me; you still want me to be your...your woman.

“You should feel lucky that I’m so accomodatin’. Most women wouldn’t do this sorta thing for their...b-boyfriends; not the respectable ones, at least. And most men wouldn’t ask their...girlfriends to get down on the ground and touch their...their...things.”

“Things?” I said in between heavy breaths.

“Y’know,” she said, blushing. “Your...equipment. Your...apple tree.”

“AJ,” I said in a mock-chastising tone.

“Alright!” she said. “Your...p-penis. I’m touchin’ your penis. I got my hand around it, and I’m doin’ like you told me. You’re sure takin’ your sweet time though; I thought you’d be done by now. You’re lucky you have a girlfriend who...who loves you so much; a woman who’s willin’ to do this to you until you finish. So, hurry up and do it already! Hurry up and...and c-cum.” Applejack increased the speed of her pumping dramatically as she said this, pushing me into endgame territory.

“AJ,” I moaned, as I felt the pressure building up inside of me. “I’m close.”

“C’mon sugarcube,” she said. “Hurry up and do it! I...I want to watch you do it. Hurry up and cum! Cum for your girlfriend! Cum right now!”

The combination of Applejack’s aggressive touch and her uncharacteristically lewd words finally pushed me over the edge. My muscles clenched, my hands tightly grabbing hold of the grass around me and my toes curling up in my boots. The pressure that had been building up inside of me for minutes finally found release, exploding out of me in one cathartic moment. As Applejack pumped, my member tensed and shot out burst after burst of my seed onto the grass between my legs. Each one sent a new wave of pleasure coursing through me, each stronger than the last. My eyes snapped shut and sounds that were a mixture of moans and grunts escaped my lips.

I don’t know how long I laid there, riding out the ecstasy of the most powerful climax I had ever experienced. Such trivial things as the passage of time were irrelevant to me in that moment. The only thing I was thinking about as I came was Applejack, the beautiful woman whom I loved more than any other in the whole wide world. And even if it was just an act, her talk of loving me in return filled me with a joy that made me forget all the fear, all the shame, and all the frustration that had characterized my thoughts of her for years, at least for a little while. In that brief moment, she and I were lovers, not siblings; we were a man and a woman, knowing each other as men and women were meant to know one another.

Unfortunately, the moment could not last forever. Gradually, the pleasure died down, each surge coming with less speed and power than the one before it. The bursts I was shooting out onto the ground became smaller and less intense, until they stopped completely. My reserves spent, my sensitive member merely twitched and spasmed in Applejack’s hand. She had stopped pumping by that time, but continued holding me in her firm, but gentle grip. My muscles finally relaxed and my body went limp, slumping back against the tree behind me. I was breathing heavily, my lungs desperately trying to bring in air to refresh me after the physical exertion I had just been through.

I laid there for a moment as my body recovered, my mind wiped clean of thoughts by the tidal wave that just swept through it. Eventually, my mental faculties returned to me, and I remembered that Applejack was still sitting by my side, her had still grasping onto me. I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at her face. She was still looking down between my legs; her mouth was hanging open and her eyes were wide, as if she had just seen a ghost. “AJ,” I said weakly, but she gave no indication that she had heard me. “AJ,” I said again, louder than before.

Applejack started as if waking from a trance, blinking rapidly and releasing her grip on me. She slowly looked up at me and shut her mouth, gulping. “Are you...” she said, “are you alright?”

“Yeah,” I said, a grin appearing on my face. “I’m very alright.”

“Good,” she sighed. “I was worried I...might’ve hurt you.”

“Not at all,” I said. “That felt amazing.”

“Oh! Well, um...” she said, blushing and looking away, “let’s...let’s get back to work now. We still got a lot of apples to pick before the day’s out!” She spoke in a fake-sounding casual tone, quickly rising back up to her feet as she did so. She strode away from me, heading off through the trees to somewhere else in the orchard. While I found her sudden departure to be a bit abrupt, it was not enough to make me concerned.

Turning my attention back to myself, I realized that I ought to get myself back to a normal state quickly, as I did still have work to do. I reached down and gently pulled my boxers back up into their proper place. I then did the same with my jeans, zipping them back up and re-buckling my belt. My clothing looking as it should, I rolled over onto my hands and knees and slowly rose back up to my feet. I felt a bit lightheaded as I stood, due to my blood having to readjust itself for the task of walking. Taking a deep breath, I started walking back to where I had been working earlier, ready to continue the day’s harvest.

Applejack’s heavy footfalls quickly led her down a short slope and out of sight of Anon. When she felt that she had put enough distance between the two of them, she stopped to catch her breath. She moseyed over to a nearby tree and leaned back against it, breathing deeply. She allowed her eyes to close and plunge her into darkness, but she could still see the images in her mind of what she had just witnessed. She could see her brother’s face, contorted in a strange expression that looked like a mixture of both pleasure and pain. She could see his manhood, recalling how hard and hot it had felt when she had held it. And she could vividly recall the sight of it shooting large amounts of pungent, white fluid onto the ground before her.

For some reason, the smell of it stuck with her the most. It was almost as if it was still before her at that very moment, filling her nostrils with its overpowering scent. Slowly, she realized that the smell was not just in her imagination; she could still smell it coming from somewhere nearby. She opened her eyes and tried to identify the source of the smell, following her nose. She soon discovered, to her mild shock, that her right hand was smeared with traces of a white fluid, quickly putting the pieces together and identifying it.

She raised her hand up to eye level, examining the strange substance as it slowly dripped down her hand. Part of her found its presence on her body to be revolting and urged her to remove it as soon as possible. Another part of her, however, stayed her hand, filling her with a morbid curiosity of the strange stuff that she had never seen before. She brought her left hand up to her right and touched the substance, getting a feel for its consistency and viscosity. Tentatively, she brought her hand closer to her face, breathing in deeply through her nose and letting its scent fill her lungs.

The sensation was almost overwhelming; it smelled foul, but at the same time, strangely enticing. She was instantly reminded of her brother and the strong smells that had emanated from his sweaty body as they had sat beside one another. On the surface, the memories of him in such a state seemed disgusting. However, as she allowed her imagination to carry her away, she began to feel more mixed feelings. She imagined running her hands upwards from his groin across his stomach and up to his chest. She imagined feeling out his shoulders and his neck, before placing her hands on either side of his face. She imagined leaning in, breathing deeply and filling her lungs with his masculine scent, before gently pressing her lips against his.

Applejack started, her eyes snapping open again. “No, no, no,” she said to herself, violently shaking her head. She quickly leaned down to the ground and wiped her hands on the grass, getting them as clean as she could. She rose and began walking back to where she had been working earlier. The only reason she had done what she did was to help her brother get over his feelings, she told herself, not for any other reason. He was the one who was struggling with perverted desires, not her. Her assurances made her feel justified in her actions, but they could not explain why her panties happened to be sopping wet at that moment.