Disposing of the Evidence

The door swung open and Twilight returned to her brother in his room. He was wearing his blindfold, sitting on the corner of the bed, waiting patiently for her return. Or perhaps a bit impatiently, judging by his throbbing erection. "All taken care of?" he asked, hopeful that they would not be disturbed again, and also hopeful that his daughter was satisfied.

"Pretty much," came Twilight's answer. "At any rate, I don't imagine there will be any more interruptions tonight." She placed her hands on Shining's chest and pushed him back onto the bed, kissing him the whole way down. She pulled him up the bed with magic, locking his wrists into the cuffs extending out from the headboard and sliding a magic-blocking ring over his horn. "We can't have you peeking, can we?"

"No, we can't have that," smiled Shining, well aware of how powerful sensory deprivation could be. Shutting out his sight meant that he could feel every tiny movement against his skin. "What do you have in mind tonight, Twily?"

"Something very special." She climbed off of him and slid off the bed. "I forgot something in my room, though. I'll be right back."

Shining waited in anticipation as Twilight moved over to the door, opening it up again. With a nod, she stood aside, and flurry walked in. She'd stripped down and had been lubricating herself during their foreplay. As part of the ruse, Flurry would need to remain completely silent. As much as Twilight wanted to feel her brother ravaging her insides, she couldn't say no to forty pictures being destroyed. Flurry had offered twenty originally, but Twilight had managed to double it in negotiation. It wasn't quite how much she valued quality time with Shining, but she could always just invite him personally to join her for dinner another time.

"Are you ready?" asked Twilight as Flurry climbed on top of her father, throwing her voice a bit to make it seem as if she was the one climbing on him.

"I'm positively dripping," came Shining's response.

Flurry slowly slid down onto Shining's cock. As a bit of collateral, and in order to make sure her audio cues were on time, Twilight would be feeling everything Flurry did. It was like being given a copy instead of the real thing. Still, it was realistic enough that she could almost believe it if she closed her eyes. Almost.

"You're squeezing me tighter than you normally do, Twilight. Is everything alright?"

"Everything's fine, Shiny," replied Twilight, craning her neck to kiss her brother's lips. "I guess I've just been a little stressed lately, is all. I should loosen up in a little bit." She turned and scowled at Flurry. This was all meant to be done in secret, and Flurry had just stumbled. If Twilight could have spoken candidly, she would have told her niece to tread carefully, but all she could muster was a disappointed face.

Flurry began to slide up and down on Shining's shaft, imitating what she was sure he would like from years of reconnaissance. It felt really dirty just being in bed with him like this, without him knowing it was her. It was dirty, and she was loving every second.

"Twilight, you're not acting like yourself. Seriously, what's wrong?"

"I'm fine, Shining."

"No, you're not. Just stop for a minute and talk to me. You're acting very strange tonight, and I'd like to help you."

Whether Flurry liked it or not, She was clearly not Twilight, and would need to be coached through it. She gave Twilight a pleading look, then motioned with her hands the number fifty. With a nod, Twilight moved her hands onto Flurry's hips and pushed her all the way down, as if to take a sitting position on Shining's balls.

"It's because of what Flurry said to me in the other room," explained Twilight. "I know I said she'd probably be fine, but part of me is wondering if I didn't just half-arse my explanation just to hurry back here. What if I gave her the wrong idea? What if I didn't give her the most recent developments, and she fails the test because of that? What if she fails the test and doesn't like me any more? What if--"

"Twilight, hold on a second." Shining took a deep breath. "Do you have any idea how much Flurry loves you? She talks about you coming to visit all the time. She wants to visit you all the time. It's actually really annoying sometimes."

Flurry pouted, but couldn't risk much more than that.

"She's not going to dislike you for something so small as that. Moreover, she's a smart girl. She'll figure it out, and you should know that. She'll find the right answer, just like you would."

A tear ran down Twilight's cheek. Her story had been a complete lie, and her brother had come up with the exact right words to say. "I love you, Shining." She leaned in and kissed him again. "I don't know why I ever worry with you around."

"I love you, too, Twily. Feeling better now?"

Twilight nodded, but since he couldn't se that, she grabbed ahold of Flurry's hips with her magic and began shifting her up and down, back and forth, in exactly the way she knew he liked. She could feel his movements inside of her through Flurry's spell, and it was good. Better than when Flurry was in control, a fact that Flurry took immediate notice of. There were no more complaints from Shining about differences in technique, and Twilight was really having a good time, despite the fact that there was a pony separating her and her brother.

The night went on in much the expected way, ending with Shining firing off a heavy load into his daughter's womb. This would have been more concerning news, but they both had their own ways of preventing pregnancies. There was almost no way that they could conceive, and even if they did, there were extra measures in place to keep it from becoming a big deal. Twilight even managed to reach her own climax right before her brother.

With a wave of Twilight's hoof, Flurry climbed off her father and left the room as silently as possible, while Twilight curled up next to her brother. She hadn't had the night of carnal debauchery she'd been looking forward to all evening, but it wasn't awful. In the end, it had been a little bit fun, and very productive. Her brother had been right, earlier. The frenetic sex was good, but the dancing and cuddling were her favourite parts.