Author's Note

Chapter contains: Human/Humanized, Incest, Unrealistic Anatomy, Vaginal Sex, Missionary Position, Creampie

Love

A gentle breeze caressed my skin and ruffled my hair as Applejack and I strolled through the White Tail Woods. The loosely spaced trees allowed ample amounts of sunlight to stream through, warming my skin like a toasty blanket. As I inhaled through my nose, I detected the earthy scent of the forest. It smelled noticeably different from that of the apple trees I was more familiar with, but not in a bad way. In one hand, I held a wicker picnic basket; in the other, I held Applejack’s hand, our fingers laced together.

When I felt Applejack squeeze my hand slightly, I turned my head and looked over at her. She was looking back at me, giving me a smile as sweet as a candy apple. The sunlight shining down on her highlighted the light dusting of freckles on her nose and cheeks and made her green eyes sparkle like gemstones. The loose bits of yellow hair poking out from under her hat twitched slightly under the influence of the wind. As I continued to gaze at her, my eyes unconsciously dropped down to her chest. Her massive breasts were as alluring as ever, the two teardrops jiggling slightly with each step she took.

“Hey,” she said sharply, but friendlily. My eyes darted back upwards, where I saw that her eyes had narrowed, but her smile had widened. “Eyes up here, sugarcube.” Her tone made it clear that she was merely teasing me.

“Sorry,” I said, smiling and chuckling softly. “I just can’t help myself around you.” I leaned my head in towards hers; she took the cue and leaned in as well. Our eyes closed momentarily as we exchanged a quick smooch.

As we pulled back, Applejack sighed and shook her head, still smiling. “What am I gonna do with you?” she said, looking forward again.

“I can think of a few things,” I said, letting my tone deliver the message. Applejack shot me a sidewards glance, playfully elbowing me.

We continued walking along the scenic footpath, enjoying the sight of the trees and the soft twittering of the birds. The woods were beautiful year-round, but especially so in the autumn, when their green leaves would turn red, yellow, and every color in between. Of course, I typically didn’t get many opportunities to see them like that; the Running of the Leaves saw to that. I sometimes joined Applejack in making the run along with many other locals, but I was typically unable to keep up with her. On the plus side, the view of her backside as she ran ahead of me was even more enjoyable than that of the leaves.

A short while later, we reached our destination: a small, grassy meadow nestled between the trees. The soft burbling of running water reached my ears as we approached a small stream that flowed through the middle of the meadow. Our footfalls were cushioned by the tall grass, which had clusters of wildflowers growing throughout it. When we reached the bank of the stream, we stopped and spread out the blanket I had brought along in my basket. We sat down on it and removed our shoes before laying back and stretching out next to each other.

As we looked up at the bright blue sky and watched puffy white clouds lazily drift above us, I thanked myself for selecting the location for our date. The meadow was quiet, far off the beaten path, and away from anyone who might see us; the perfect place to take a woman you were dating in secret. The fact that Applejack and I could not spend romantic time together in public like normal couples could irked me. While I would gladly have risked the disapproval of the townspeople to take her on a nicer date, I could never have forced Applejack into that. I had not yet broached the subject of when or if we would reveal our relationship, as I had been worried about the potential consequences should we do so. Above all, I wanted her to be happy, and if that meant keeping our love a secret, I would bear with it for her sake.

“It’s still as nice here as I remembered,” said Applejack, interrupting my thoughts.

“Yeah,” I said, shoving my troubles aside for the moment.

“I always loved comin’ here when we were kids,” she said.

“We all did...” I said, “especially Dad.”

I heard Applejack chuckle softly. “He sure did,” she said.

A few moments passed, and I felt Applejack’s hand grasp my own. “Anon?” she said. I allowed my head to flop over to the side, facing her. She was facing me, but did not meet my gaze, a slightly worried expression on her face. “What do you...?” she said tentatively. “What do you think he woulda thought? About...us?” Applejack looked up at me, her eyes tinged with sadness.

Her question caught me off guard, and it took me a moment to formulate my words. “Well...you knew him better than I did,” I said softly. “But...I don’t know. When I think about it, I can’t remember him ever bein’ mad at us...for anythin’.”

“Me neither,” said Applejack.

“He never raised his voice at us,” I said. “Even when one of us did do somethin’ wrong, he always seemed...more sad than anythin’, like he just wanted what was best for us.”

“I think that too,” she said. “He just wanted us to be safe and happy.” A moment of silence passed between us. “Now that I think about it, I think he might have even sympathized with us.”

“What do you mean?” I said.

“Well...he and Mom had...their own share of troubles,” she said. “They loved each other, but...they weren’t supposed to be together either. I know it’s not the same thing, but...still.”

“Yeah,” I said. “They were willin’ to give up...just about everythin’ to be with each other. Poor Mom.”

“But...in the end...they were happy,” said Applejack. “For a long time, they were happy together. They were happy...and they loved each other. They loved each other till the very end.”

Her eyes, which had been steadily growing moist throughout our conversation, sent a few small tears trailing down her cheek. I rolled onto my side and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into me. Applejack rolled over and embraced me as well, nuzzling her face into my chest. I held her tightly, stroking her hair and planting a gentle kiss on her head. “So will we,” I whispered into her ear. “I’ll love you forever.”

Applejack slowly raised her head and looked me in the eye. Her eyes were still wet, but she had a small smile on her lips. “I’ll love you too,” she whispered. “Forever.” She leaned in, and we exchanged a quick, gentle kiss. We pulled back, and Applejack’s smile widened. “Now, pass me one of those apple fritters you brought. I’m hungrier than a flea-bitten fox in a henhouse.”

“Anon,” whispered a voice in my ear. “Anon, wake up.” The voice reverberated through my unconscious mind like a tiny ripple in a lake, but ultimately faded away. “Anon.” The voice was louder this time, and was accompanied by a gentle touch on my shoulder. The thick haze of sleep covering me slowly lifted, and I was pulled back into the real world.

Still half-asleep, I forced my heavy eyelids open to see what was going on. My vision was unfocused, but my groggy brain was still able to make out the familiar ceiling of my bedroom. The room was shrouded in darkness, the only source of illumination being the small amount of pale moonlight leaking through the cracks of the curtain covering my bedroom window. To my sleepy eyes, however, the light seemed as bright as sunlight, allowing me to see the faint outline of a figure standing over me. My limited vision and mental faculties did not allow me to immediately recognize the person’s face, but some part of my subconscious must have noticed the outline of the cowboy hat on their head.

“Applejack?” I whispered.

“Yeah, it’s me,” said Applejack.

I rolled my head over to face her, blinking rapidly to focus my vision. “What’s goin’ on?” I said. “Is somethin’ wrong?”

“No, no, everythin’s fine,” she said in a comforting tone.

I forced my sluggish body to roll over towards her and propped myself up on my arm, rubbing my eyes with my free hand. “What time is it?” I grumbled.

“It’s little after ten,” she said.

“Ten?” I said, looking at her. “Then what are you wakin’ me up for?”

“‘Cause there’s somethin’ I need you to do,” she said softly.

As I gradually returned to lucidity, I noticed that Applejack was wearing her normal day clothes, not her pajamas. “You goin’ somewhere?” I said.

“Yep,” she said, “and so are you.”

“Where?” I said.

“Just get up and get dressed,” she said. “Meet me in front of the house as soon as you can. Make sure and be quiet too.”

Applejack quickly leaned in and gave me a peck on the lips before pulling back and standing up. Before I could say anything else, she walked to my bedroom door and slipped through it, the hefty girl moving as quietly as a mouse. I grumbled to myself as I begrudgingly pushed myself up into a sitting position and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I slid off of my bed and onto my feet, taking a moment to let my blood catch up with my rapid change in position. After stretching out my stiff muscles, I stumbled over to my dresser and went about putting on my day clothes.

When I looked about as presentable as I could manage to get myself, I walked over to my door and stepped out into the hall, moving as quietly as I could. I slowly pulled my door closed, thankful that we had recently oiled the hinges around the house. Turning towards the stairs, I tiptoed down the hall, passing the silent bedrooms of the rest of my family. The stairs creaked slightly as I descended them, but not loudly enough to awaken anyone. When I got to the front door, I quickly put on my shoes and stepped outside, closing the door carefully behind me. Spotting Applejack standing at the entrance to the orchard, I quickly, but quietly, made my way over to her.

“Alright, I’m here,” I said quietly when I got to her. “Now what?”

The moonlight shone down on her face, illuminating a gentle smile. “Follow me,” she said softly, reaching out and taking my hand in hers. She turned around and began leading me down the path that led through the orchard.

“You’re not even gonna tell me where we’re goin’?” I said.

“Nope,” she said matter-of-factly. “But trust me, you’ll like it when we get there.” She turned her head and looked at me as she said this, a mischievous glint in her eye.

I had already followed her out to the orchard, so I figured I might as well humor her, at least for a little while. We walked through the trees, our feet crunching softly on the dirt beneath us. While some might have found the deep shadows beneath the fruit-laden branches to be unnerving, I did not. Growing up on the farm, I had spent years getting acquainted with every last tree we had, many of whom I had known from the time they were saplings. I was as familiar with them as I was with the best of my friends, and I always took comfort in their presence, even in the gloom of night.

After a few minutes of walking, we made it through the orchard and out onto the road leading into town. I figured she was leading me into town when we turned and started walking down the road, but as the trees began to thin around us, she surprised me by pulling me off the road and leading me through the low, green hills on the outskirts of town. I again tried to ask her where we were going, but she still would not tell me. She did, however, assure me that we were not far off. A vague feeling of familiarity came over me as we weaved our way through the gentle slopes. Just before we climbed a hill and saw our destination in front of us, I realized where we were going.

The still water of the swimming hole lay stretched out before us like a finely polished mirror. The pale moonlight reflected off of its surface, giving it a beautiful glow. As we stood there looking down upon it, a cool, gentle breeze blew past us, its soft whistle the only sound I could detect. The green slopes that led down to the edge of the water seemed to shimmer as the grass swayed under the wind’s influence. The gentle kiss of the wind also sent a series of small ripples traveling across the water’s surface, impacting silently on the shore.

“Woah,” I said softly. “It’s been a long time since we’ve been here.”

“Yeah,” said Applejack wistfully. “After we went out to the woods the other day, I started thinkin’ about some of the other places we used to go. I got a hankerin’ to come out here again.”

“We sure had a lot of fun here, didn’t we?” I said, smiling unconsciously. Memories came rushing into my mind, images and sounds from long ago, back when life was a whole lot simpler. I saw my mother sitting on the shore, smiling and waving at us as we swam. I saw my father, laughing heartily and tossing a young Apple Bloom into the air; she giggled and told him to throw her higher. I saw myself as a young boy, trying to race against Applejack, who was just starting to develop a woman’s body. “I never did manage to outswim you, did I?”

“Nope,” said Applejack in a proud tone. I turned my head and looked over at her; she was staring down at the water and smiling softly, a bittersweet look in her eye.

A moment of silence passed, and then I spoke again. “You didn’t bring me out here just to reminisce, did you?” I said.

Applejack chuckled softly and turned her head to look at me. “Well, not just that,” she said. “I brought you out here ‘cause...there’s somethin’ I wanted to do with you.”

My young man’s brain immediately filled with many different ideas of what that “something” might be. “Oh, yeah?” I said, trying to sound casual.

“Yeah,” she said, smiling sweetly at me.

“Well, what is it?” I said.

“I’ll show you,” she said, “but first, I want you to close your eyes.”

“Okay,” I said tentatively.

My eyelids slid shut, plunging me into a world of darkness with only my other senses to guide me. I heard Applejack’s soft footfalls as she stepped back, her hand sliding out of my grip. As I continued listening, I heard a series of soft noises that sounded like cloth rubbing against cloth and skin. My imagination ran wild as these noises reached my ears, especially when I heard the telltale sound of a zipper being undone. Eventually, the noises stopped, and a moment of silence passed.

“You remember when we were really little?” said Applejack softly. “When mom would bring us here and there was no one else around? You remember what she let us do?”

My brows furrowed as I tried to figure out what she was talking about. “You mean...?” I said hesitantly. Suddenly, it hit me, and my pants started to slowly tighten. “Oh.”

My realization must have been evident on my face, as I heard her chuckle again. “Open your eyes,” she said. Hesitantly, my eyes fluttered open, and I saw exactly what I was expecting to see.

Applejack stood before me as naked as the day she was born, her clothes laying in a pile nearby. My eyes darted about of their own volition, trying to take in everything at once. While I had seen her in such a state before, there was something about her that made her look profoundly different than she normally did. Perhaps it was the way the moonlight shone down upon her pale skin, casting gentle shadows across her feminine curves. Perhaps it was the perverse thrill of seeing her exposed in such a public setting, knowing that someone could very well come along and see us at any moment. Or perhaps I was just feeling sentimental after our trip down memory lane. Whatever the reason, she appeared more beautiful and more attractive to me in that moment than I could ever remember her being.

Applejack smiled at me, giving me a moment to take it all in. She then began slowly walking backwards away from me, heading towards the water. When she got a few steps away, she turned and continued walking, her hips wiggling arousingly with every step she took. I stared at her as if hypnotized, watching her descend the gentle slope of the hill we were on. When her feet left the grass and stepped onto the thin strip of soft dirt that ringed the water, she stopped and looked over her shoulder. “Well? You waitin’ for an invitation?” she said, grinning mischievously.

Her voice shocked me out of my stupor, and I immediately jumped into action. Within moments, my clothes had been thrown on the pile with Applejack’s, and I quickly made my way towards the water. As I had scrambled to disrobe, Applejack had continued walking, eventually stepping into the still water and wading out. By the time I got to the water’s edge, she was standing several yards out, the water coming up to her stomach. I tentatively stepped into the water, which was refreshingly cool, but not cold enough to be uncomfortable.

Applejack stood and watched me with a loving gaze as I slowly waded out to her. When I stood before her, I stopped, staring into her beautiful eyes with a smile on my face. A moment later, we stepped towards each other and slowly embraced, pressing our bodies together snugly. Almost reflexively, we leaned our heads in and brought out lips together, sharing a slow, deep kiss. Our tongues slid past our lips and met between us, embracing each other just as our wet bodies did. Her hands wandered across my skin, gently caressing my shoulders, my neck, and the back of my head. My own hands were similarly occupied, massaging her wide hips and her strong, smooth back.

We kissed for a minute or two, each of us moaning softly into the other’s mouth. Without really thinking about it, I started walking backwards into the deeper water, pulling her along with me. We continued to kiss as the water slowly rose from our stomachs to our chests, Applejack shuddering as the water enveloped her breasts. I stopped walking when the water reached our shoulders, standing still with my feet planted firmly on the muddy ground beneath me. After a moment or two more, our lips slowly parted, and we opened our eyes.

We stood there for a few moments, silently gazing into each other’s eyes with our faces lightly pressed together. Her green irises reflected the moonlight shining down on us, making them shine brightly. Her lips pulled back into a gentle smile, dimples appearing on her freckled cheeks. I smiled back at her, silently thanking the stars that I was fortunate enough to have her in my life. Suddenly, Applejack leaned her head in, putting her lips up to my ear. “Betcha can’t catch me,” she whispered. Before I could finish processing her words, her hands moved to my chest and gave me a firm, but gentle shove, pushing our bodies apart. She took off like a rocket, diving into the water and swimming away towards the center of the swimming hole.

I recovered quickly, regaining my balance and plunging into the water to give chase. Applejack moved swiftly, but elegantly, cutting through the water like a hot knife through butter. My own movements were a bit less picturesque, due to being a bit out of practice. As I chased after her, I occasionally saw her turn her head and look back at me, smiling and giggling. I was soon laughing right along with her, hurling playful taunts in her direction in between strokes. Despite her head start, I soon caught up to her, grasping her ankle and yanking her back towards me. I took her in my arms and held her tightly, tickling her lightly as she squirmed and giggled.

After a moment, I leaned in close to her ear and said, “You’re it!” I released my hold on her and leapt away, putting as much distance as I could between us. It wasn’t long before I heard her limbs begin to splash rhythmically behind me, the sound growing steadily closer. While I wanted to put up a good fight, we were still just having fun, so I didn’t put all my energy into escaping her. It came as no surprise to me, therefore, when I felt her grab hold of me a few moments later.

Applejack leapt onto me, wrapping her arms and legs around me and pressing her breasts against my back. One of her hands zipped down between my legs, grasping my semi-hard member and squeezing firmly. The sudden wave of pleasure that shot through me caught me off guard, a moan escaping my lips as her practiced hands began vigorously pumping me. I tried to get a hold on her, but she was too slippery for me to grasp. After coaxing me to full mast, she suddenly released me, kicking off of me and swimming away before I even realized it. I took off after her as quick as lightning, now motivated by more than just playful competitiveness.

We kept up like that for a while, taking turns chasing each other down and teasing one another. Sometimes, I would seize her breasts, tweaking her nipples while nuzzling her neck. Other times, she would gently massage my balls while invading my mouth with her tongue and wrestling with mine. Eventually, we ended up in the shallows, where our game of tag morphed into a splash battle. We sent huge bursts of water flying about as we laughed and taunted each other. After sending a particularly large wave her way, I was able to quickly move in and take hold of her before she could avoid me.

I once again sent my fingers to her armpits, to her stomach, and to every other sensitive spot I knew of, tickling her mercilessly. Applejack latched onto me and thrashed about as she let out big belly laughs. Her struggling soon knocked us off balance, and we fell back into the water, landing on the soft mud in the shallows with our heads poking out above the surface. We rolled around there, half in and half out of the water, wrestling and tickling each other. We eventually came to a stop with me laying on top of her, both of us reaching a wordless agreement to take a break.

We laid there breathing heavily, our faces pressed together and our fingers entwined. My tired eyes fluttered open, and I stared into hers, losing myself in their depths. She stared back at me, her face the picture of serenity. Almost unconsciously, our lips moved together into a soft, gentle kiss. Our kiss was slow, but not without passion. As our lips and tongues caressed one another, I was able to savor every last pleasant sensation she had to offer. I traced the outline of her plump lips, feeling their silky smoothness against my skin. I explored the depths of her mouth, enjoying the taste of her tongue.

After a few long minutes, our lips parted, Applejack planting one last little peck on my lips as I pulled back. I looked at her again and smiled warmly, bringing a hand to her face and gently stroking her cheek. She smiled back at me and placed one of her hands aside my head, running her fingers through my hair.

“I love you,” I whispered so quietly that I myself almost didn’t hear it.

“I love you,” she whispered back, the shape of her lips doing more to convey the message than her voice.

After a few more peaceful moments, I slowly pushed myself off of her and up into a kneeling position, pulling her up with me. Together, we rose from the water and walked hand-in-hand back to the slope where we had left our clothing. Applejack and I laid down on the ground, the soft grass cushioning us like a thick quilt. I placed my arm around her and she cuddled up to me, resting her head on my shoulder. As we rested and waited for the cool night breeze to dry our bodies, we gazed upwards at the blanket of bright stars hanging above us.

“There’s so many of ‘em up there,” Applejack said softly.

“Yeah,” I said.

“How many you reckon there are?” she said.

“I don’t know,” I said. “Hundreds?”

“I’ll have to ask Twilight one of these days,” she said. “I’ll bet that girl knows the exact amount. She’s smart like that.”

“You’re pretty smart too,” I said, looking over at her. “I bet Twilight doesn’t know the exact number of trees in Sweet Apple Acres.”

“Four-thousand eight-hundred and fifty-two,” she said tentatively. “Includin’ those twelve we planted last week.”

“See?” I said. “Even I didn’t know that.” I leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on her forehead, before turning my head back towards the sky.

A moment later, the otherwise peaceful starscape was interrupted by a small, bright object zipping across the heavens at an impressive speed. “Oh! Look, look, look!” I said quickly, my hand darting upwards reflexively and pointing toward the shooting star. I watched it as it flew across the night sky, eventually disappearing from my sight. When the star had gone, I laid there smiling for a moment, then looked back down at Applejack. “Now there’s somethin’ you don’t see every...”

I fell silent as I looked upon Applejack with her eyes closed and her hands clasped in front of her face. Her face was screwed up tightly, as if she were concentrating on something intensely. Her grip was so strong that her hands trembled slightly in the air. After a long moment, she exhaled slowly, her expression loosening again. She unclasped her hands and rested them on her stomach, while her eyes opened and looked back up at the stars.

“So?” I said after a moment had passed. “What’d you wish for?”

Applejack’s lips slowly stretched into a gentle smile. “If I tell you, it won’t come true,” she said. She turned her head and looked at me, her eyes sparkling brighter than any of the stars above us. Leaning in, she pressed her lips against mine, and we shared a brief, but passionate kiss.

When we pulled apart, Applejack continued smiling at me for a moment, but then her expression began to fade, changing to a more serious one. “Anon,” she said, “when I said I’d love you forever...I meant it.”

My brow furrowed as her words reached my ears. “So did I,” I said in a serious tone.

“I know you did,” she said, her expression softening for a moment. “It’s just...” Applejack’s eyes fell, and she took a few moments to formulate her next words. She rolled over onto her side, facing me. “A long time ago, back before...” She paused and took a deep breath, releasing it slowly. “I asked Mom what it was like bein’ in love. I asked her what it was like to have someone who you...wanted to spend your life with.”

“What did she say?” I said softly.

Applejack turned her big green eyes back up towards me. “She said...bein’ in love is the most amazin’ feelin’ in the world,” she said dreamily. “She said when you’re in love, nothin’ else matters. All your troubles, all your heartache...it all feels so small in comparison. When you find the one you love, you just wanna hold on to ‘em and never let go, no matter what. Bein’ with them becomes the most important thing, and you’ll be willin’ to do anythin’...give up anythin’...to be with them.

“That’s what I want,” she said, raising a hand and placing it aside my face. “I love you, and I don’t ever wanna stop lovin’ you. I wanna give you everythin’ I have to give, and I want you to give me everythin’ you have. I know we can never...make it official, but...I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. I want us to have...what Mom and Dad had.”

A long pause passed between us as I processed what she had said to me. She wanted us to be man and woman, not just lovers. She wanted me to be to her what my father had been to my mother. She wanted us to have a life together, bound by love, if not by law. While I did not doubt my love for her for a second, I began to wonder whether I could live up to her expectations. Could we truly have what our parents had had?

Memories flooded into my mind, memories of my parents from long ago. I remembered how hard my father had worked to make my mother happy. I remembered how, even when they would fight, they would still love each other afterwards. I remembered how my mother had been the day the man she loved had left her life forever. For my entire life, he had been my idea of how a man should treat his woman. But when I put myself next to him, I wondered, could I even compare?

I thought back to the night it had all began, the night when I had confessed my love to her and we had taken our first step away from being merely brother and sister. That night, I had been prepared to risk everything for her. I had been willing to give up our whole relationship just for the chance that we could be together. I had been willing to give her whatever she wanted, do whatever she wanted, just to make her happy. And now, she was asking me to give her even more. I could give her the rest of my life; I could give her everything, but would it be enough? Would it be enough to give her the life she wanted? Would it be enough to make her happy?

I slowly rolled over onto my side, facing her. I took her hands in mine, raising them up and kissing them. “AJ,” I said quietly, “I know I’m not perfect, and I don’t think I’m half the man Dad was, but I love you. I want to give you what you want, and I want you to be happy. If you want us to be like them...if you want me to be...your man...then I’ll do it. I swear to you right now, I’ll love you, I’ll protect you, and I’ll take care of you...for as long as I live.”

Applejack’s smile began to quiver, and a tiny tear ran down her cheek. “Anon,” she said, her voice shaky, “I love you too, and I want to make you as happy as you make me. I swear, I’ll be the best woman to you I can be. I’ll love you, I’ll protect you, and I’ll take care of you...till the day I die.”

We smiled at each other for a long moment, then leaned in and kissed each other deeply. We wrapped our arms around each other and held each other tightly as we kissed, our tongues conveying a message that words could not. We leaned into each other, and I ended up rolling on top of her, covering her body with mine. As our tongues caressed each other, I heard the sound of sniffling mixed with that of soft moans.

Another minute or two of passionate kissing later, we parted, and I looked down on her smiling face. “Anon,” she whispered, “there’s one more thing I want.”

“What?” I whispered.

“If I’m gonna be your woman...then you have to make me a woman,” she said.

My eyes widened as I realized what she meant. “You mean...?” I said.

“You’ve never tried to push me,” she said, “and I love you for that, but I know you’ve wanted it. I want it too. I told you I’d give you everythin’...so take it. Take it...and then give me everythin’ you have.”

My throat was dry, but I managed to gulp. “Are...are you sure?” I said.

“Yes,” she said. “I wanna be yours, so make me yours...right here, right now.” I laid there frozen for a moment, my brain too overwhelmed by the weight of what she had said to direct my body. Luckily, my heart was not similarly incapacitated, and that was all I would be needing. Leaning in slowly, I planted a short, gentle kiss on her lips. I closed my eyes, letting my sense of touch and my knowledge of her body guide me as I kissed my way across her cheek, down her neck, and to her chest.

I pressed my face into her breasts, nuzzling her soft, warm skin as if for the first time. I brought my hands up and took hold of them, lightly sinking my fingers into her plump flesh. My mouth eventually made its way to her nipples, my tongue darting out and drawing slow circles around them before I wrapped my lips around them. It did not take me long to coax each of them to their full length and stiffness, my practiced mouth knowing exactly how to lick, suck, and prod them for the greatest effect. As I worked, Applejack’s heavy breathing gradually swelled into soft moaning, and she gently grasped my head and pressed me deeper into her.

A minute or so later, when I was satisfied with the state of the wet nubs, I continued my journey downwards, kissing my way across her underboob and down her flat, toned stomach. When I reached her womanhood, I sidetracked, kissing my way around it. I rubbed my face against her thick thigh, licking and kissing the spot where it met her hips. Applejack’s legs quivered slightly as I touched the sensitive spot, and I heard her moaning grow more intense. By the time I had finished giving her other thigh a similar treatment, I could even see her hips thrust forward every once in a while.

My focus then shifted to her puffy lower lips, which were visibly leaking by the time I got to them. I leaned in, planting a long, firm kiss on her slit and making her groan. As gently as I possibly could, I moved my hands in and pressed my thumbs between her lips, parting them and exposing her moist pink petals to the cool night air. While I had seen them many times before, the gravity of what we were about to do filled me with a renewed sense of awe for her most private spot. I placed my tongue at the bottom of her entrance, slowly licking upward and eliciting a long, drawn-out moan. One of Applejack’s hands was placed on the back of my head, her fingers running through my hair and stroking my scalp. When I reached her clit, I gave it a light flick with my tongue; she gasped in response and gripped my hair tightly for a moment.

On any other occasion, I could have spent quite a while with my head between her legs, slowly coaxing her to her climax with just my fingers and tongue. But on that particular night, she wanted something a bit bigger inside of her, and I was more than willing to give it to her. I swallowed the sweet nectar that coated my tongue, deciding that she was certainly wet enough for us to proceed. I pulled my head back and pushed myself up on my hands and knees, crawling over her. While one arm supported me, I moved my other arm down and gripped my stiff member, aiming it towards her womanhood as I slowly moved my hips forward.

Applejack and I both exhaled sharply as my tip made contact with her soft, warm lips. I slowly pushed myself past her lips to her entrance, but went no further. I looked back up at her face, her expression a curious mixture of nervousness, happiness, and carnal desire. As we stared into each other’s eyes, I opened my mouth to speak, but could not find the words to convey everything that was running through my mind at that moment. Her lips stretched into a smile, and she slowly nodded her head. Taking one last deep breath, I thrust my hips forward as slowly as possible, pushing myself inside of my big sister.

I was amazed at how incredibly tight she was. While I had felt the grip of her walls on my tongue and my fingers, the sensation felt one hundred times stronger on the sensitive skin of my tip. It was difficult to balance my desire to be slow and gentle with her with my need to use significant force to penetrate her. When I finally found the right balance, her walls parted before me, and I pushed my way in with manageable difficulty. If she had not been as well-lubricated as she was, the task would have been almost impossible. Both of us quickly lost our composure, the overwhelming sensations making us pant, moan, and grunt like wild animals. Despite this, we kept our eyes locked on each other as I slowly pushed my tip completely inside of her.

I stopped when I felt her skin make contact with my shaft, giving both of us a chance to catch our breath. Her tight grip and silky smoothness were powerful on their own, but the intense heat caught me off guard. It felt more like I had just lowered myself into a bathtub of hot, steamy water than into a woman’s flesh. As my mind and body slowly adjusted to the intense sensations assaulting it, I managed to find my voice once again. “You alright?” I breathed.

Applejack gulped. “Yeah,” she breathed, nodding her head. “Keep...keep goin’.”

I placed both of my hands on the ground to steady myself and took a deep breath before resuming my push. Just making it inside had been difficult enough, but each little bit further I went only gave her more of me to grab onto, making the going that much tougher. And if that weren’t enough, the pleasure of our skin rubbing together was pushing me very far very quickly, to the point where I had to stop and rest a few times to allow my body to calm down. Some part of me wanted to just ram myself inside of her in one swift motion and finish right then and there, but I managed to quell that instinct for both our sakes. After a long, arduous, and mentally exhausting journey, the last little bit of my shaft slid inside of her, and I felt my tip lightly brush against something solid and firm.

Our chests heaved, and our bodies dripped with sweat even with the cool night wind washing over us. I lowered myself onto my elbows, carefully resting my body weight on her once again. Our faces lightly pressed together, and I felt her hot breath on my lips. Applejack wrapped her arms around my middle, holding me against her tightly and slowly caressing my back. I cradled her head in my arms, holding our faces together and stroking her hair. Her lips stretched into a smile, with mine following suit.

No words passed between us; we no longer needed them. Instead, we closed our eyes and brought our lips together, letting our tongues do the talking. After a minute or so of kissing, I readied my knees and began slowly pulling myself back out of her. We moaned into each other’s mouths as my movement sent another wave of pleasure coursing through our bodies. The journey out was slightly easier than the journey in had been, as we had both gotten over the initial shock of our coupling. Applejack’s increased tolerance was evident in the slightly reduced tightness of her grip, although she continued to squeeze me like a vice.

After a much shorter period of time than it had taken me to bury myself inside her in the first place, my shaft had completely withdrawn, leaving only my tip still inside her. Pausing only a moment to ready myself, I reversed course and thrust back into her, pushing with a bit more force than I had used the first time. The swifter thrust wracked our bodies with pleasure, and we were forced to break our kiss as loud moans burst from our mouths. Again, I was forced to stop and let my body calm down a bit, as I was close to bursting by the time I hilted inside of her once more.

I continued to go slowly as I repeatedly thrust into her, both to avoid finishing too quickly as well as to savor every minute sensation I felt. While I did speed up slightly over time, I never reached the intense speed I typically used when pleasuring her with my fingers or tongue. We were unable to return to our prolonged kiss, both of us needing our mouths to suck in copious amounts of air, but we did exchange quick pecks as we nuzzled our faces together. Eventually, we leaned forward over each other’s shoulders, lightly licking and kissing each other’s necks. Applejack tightened her grip on me, even going so far as to wrap her strong legs around my hips and pull me into her in time with my thrusts.

The sheer overwhelming pleasure of our lovemaking was unlike anything I had ever experienced, both in physical and mental terms. As my mind was tossed about helplessly like a ship in a stormy sea, all of my lingering doubt was washed away. Only one thought dominated my mind. To me, only one thing in the whole wide world was worth caring about in that moment: her, my dear sister, and my closest friend who had been by my side since the day I was born. She was the one I loved, and I would continue to love her with every fiber of my being.

While we had certainly helped each other build up our respective endurances over the course of our time together, neither of us were capable of holding out for very long under the new sensations we were experiencing. After just a few minutes of controlled thrusting, I was nearing my peak, and judging by Applejack’s trembling body and rapid moaning, so was she. From somewhere within my lust-filled mind, a tiny voice called out to me and reminded me of what would happen if I continued doing what I was doing. Even being as consumed by emotion as I was, I had not completely abandoned my self-control, and so was able to, with difficulty, stop thrusting. “I’m close,” I panted as I began removing myself from within her, concentrating intensely to keep the pressure built up within me from escaping.

You could imagine my shock, therefore, when Applejack’s muscled legs constricted around me, forcing me back inside of her in one swift motion and locking our hips together. I gasped, the sudden surge of pleasure being almost too much for me, and just barely managed to keep myself from reaching my climax. Confusion rattled my brain, and I reflexively looked to her for some sort of explanation. Applejack’s expression was dreamlike, the portrait of sexual bliss with not a single hint of reservation. “Everythin’,” she said, her words coasting on her heavy breaths. “Give me everythin’.”

As she stared at me with her big, beautiful green eyes, her words falling upon my ears like gentle kisses, I broke. My love for her, and to a lesser extent, my lust, took complete control of me, determined to give us both what we wanted. I gripped her tightly, and we buried our faces in each other’s necks. I steadied my legs and lifted my hips, Applejack’s legs loosening their hold on me just enough to allow me to thrust. Gathering together the last bit of strength I had in me, I thrust into her rapidly and forcefully, pounding her for several tense seconds before my endurance and will finally ran out.

“Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” moaned Applejack, her words growing faster and louder before crescendoing into a long, drawn-out howl of pleasure.

The bubble of arousal that had been building up inside of me for several minutes, compounded by years worth of unrequited desire, finally popped. Every muscle in my body clenched as I released a tidal wave of seed into her, right at the entrance to her womb. Applejack’s legs locked around me once again, and she dug her, thankfully, short nails into my back. I felt her shake and spasm violently beneath me, clinging to me tightly to steady herself. Her walls clamped down around me, squeezing out every drop I had in me. Together, we screamed into each other’s ears, our voices loud enough to let the stars themselves know of our love.

What probably only took a matter of seconds in reality felt like an eternity to me, all concept of time having been blown away by the explosion of pleasure wracking my mind and body. Our bodies convulsed as I continued shooting burst after burst into her, giving her everything I had to give. A constant stream of moans, grunts, squeals, and unintelligible words flowed from our mouths, only interrupted when we were forced to take quick breaths in to avoid passing out. The pleasure was intense to be sure, being far greater than any I had ever felt in my life, but it was not unending. Eventually, my mind and body gave out from the strain, and my member deposited its final delivery before I collapsed limply onto the ground.

I laid there as if unconscious, my mind wiped clean of any and all thoughts and my body lacking the strength to move even a single finger. The only feeling that I could detect in my catatonic state was that of the waning pleasure of my afterglow. As the seconds passed and my mental faculties gradually returned, I became aware of other things as well. I heard the rhythmic pumping of air into and out of our mouths. I smelled the pungent scent of sweat, mixed with the unmistakable odor of sex. I felt a soft breeze blow over me, lightly caressing my skin, and I felt the weight of Applejack’s limbs resting limply on my body.

Strength slowly returned to my muscles, and I flexed my limbs tentatively. My head felt heavy, but I managed to haul it upwards and gently rest it on Applejack’s, our faces pressing together. Our eyelids fluttered open, and we stared deeply into each other’s eyes. When our breathing had calmed enough, we stretched out our lips, exchanging quick, weak smooches. Our limbs began to move again, and we lightly stroked each other’s skin wherever our hands happened to be. Her legs released their hold on my hips and fell to the ground, where they gently rubbed up against mine.

When the afterglow had largely worn off, and my body felt able to move again, I braced my arms and legs against the ground and slowly raised my hips. As my semi-hard member slid out of her, our breathing quickened, the feeling of our sensitive skin rubbing together giving us one last bit of pleasure. Her inner walls had loosened their grip quite a bit, but still twitched and squeezed me reflexively when I went a bit too fast. I drew inch after inch out of her, until my tip finally popped out of her and felt the cool air on it once again. Carefully, I rested my member on her below her stomach and laid back down, sandwiching it between us.

As our faces came back together, weak smiles appeared on our lips, and we gently stroked each other’s cheeks. “I love you, AJ,” I whispered.

“I love you, too, sugarcube,” she whispered back.