It had all started out so innocently. He had been a burgeoning young man of no less than 17 years of age, she was a boyish and slightly rebellious, but infinitely joyous and eccentricity curious youth of 16.
They’d rarely ever see each other. If they were lucky once a month, very occasionally even once a fortnight, although often and especially as they grew older once maybe twice a year was all they got to reacquaint themselves with one another.
This was the dread of them both, but in the long run it may have been the best thing to happen to their relationship. Her time with him was never for a moment stale, every second of his time with her was full with nothing but conversation and revelry, as they filled up all the conversation of a month or even a year in a short week.
They would always see each other at least once a year though when they went their holiday to a lovely little seaside caravan park alongside an equally quaint town, with not much more than a jot of civilisation for dozens of miles in either direction, certainly being a great deal away from their hometown, Fillydelphia.
The place like them felt new and fresh every time they went, but held a certain overwhelmingly romantic sense of nostalgic, as they had been coming annually for as long as they could remember, as long as they could walk or talk. He remembered his mother saying that they had both went since he was only four, when it was only them and one or two adults.
Every second of their time together was full of such depth and interest in one another that neither had experienced with anyone else. They’d be shocked, maybe even horrified at the extreme change either had went through over the course of their year apart, both in personality and body.
One Summer she’d be no more a silly little filly, the next time they met she’d have a full set of breasts, but would still be naive enough to switch between the simple tops she had worn before and more marely attire that showed just the right amount of cleavage, each no less revealing than the last. She might also have lipstick one year when the last she had none, she might begin to experiment with high hells, vaping and almost sensually dyed red hair. One year she’d be a filly, the next he’d be shocked to find a fully grown mare.
One year he’d be a colt with a high pitched voice and not the hint of a whisker, the next he’d be a stallion with a little more than stubble that he still hadn’t gotten used to shaving and a fully broken voice.
One year he’d find that she had become interested in classics like Shakespeare and science books, she find that he had an interest in history and philosophy.
As much as they grew however after the initial shock they were instantly recognisable to one another, they were still the exact people who had revelled in their own private little traditions every year, some going as far back as to when they were toddlers.
They would explore the great wood behind their caravan park and get lost for hours in conversation, or simply being with one another. Then they’d have sillier little things like buying a different kind of exotic fruit every year, giving it a name and flamboyantly dressing it up before casting it out to sea on the last day.
It was a known constant, they’d almost known exactly everything they’d get up to and all the conversation they would have down to the letter before they had even there. They’d spend every second with one another, taking in as much experience and fond memories as they possibly could.
Yet the year they spent apart made both the place and themselves feel doubly exotic to one another. It was new, it was fresh, it was old, it was nostalgic.
He had first noticed her one year as her breasts had fully come in. There was nothing sexual about it, he had never had any sexual feelings towards her before, nor did he have any reason to believe that she felt any differently towards him.
Still, when he looked at her, when he heard her laugh, when they were simply alone together there was a certain distinctive feeling in his gut, a fiery passionate, but still very much naive and confused feeling.
They had always been perfect equals and felt absolutely no hesitation towards one another. They had a relationship that forbade any kind of consideration for social niceties, when they were together they had always been their own little culture of two, totally unaffected in the ways and attitude to anything broader beyond themselves.
Now he noticed a certain nervousness in himself when he was around her. He felt the need to impress her, to appear dare he say masculine almost authoritative when he was with her, but any sense of masculinity or authority he might have had was swept away by his coltish and almost placative obsession with her.
He had never stumbled or stuttered when they had talked, now he found even the smallest fault to be his greatest anxiety, and in this anxiety was noticeably more bashful. Still, for as much as he had changed all those same old feelings from before were still there, so he was predominantly still as free as he ever had been with her.
For her part she was no less care free with him than she had ever been.
They had been sitting in a quiet bar/restaurant in the caravan park on a long stylish wooden bench alongside many of their other younger cousins and his aunt or her grandmother when it started.
He had simply sat next to her. He had always sat next to her, but this time it was different, had very intentionally sat right next to her. They were probably not much closer if any at all than they had ever been, but all throughout their meal he felt a strong compulsion, a fiery stirring in his loins and stomach to be close to her. He struggled to think of anything else.
He had slowly edged over to her all throughout their meal. A little electric surge of anxiety and excitement coursing through his veins as he slowly leaned over to her, half inch by half inch, until they were almost touching. Indeed he looked for any opportunity to allow her to accidentally graze her side against his, and would very occasionally lean a little more into her before allowing himself to fall back a second or two later.
The feeling of her skin in his, as she wore a simple tank top with him wearing a t-shirt, was indescribable. He felt everything, even the very slight minuscule hairs on her arm seemed to send a jolt of static electricity through his body.
He had continued like this for the entire week, leaning into her, or walking more than familiarly close to her to feel that little spark he had felt before. He found himself insisting to pay for any bus they got on, almost anything she bought that involved him also putting something on the counter, and he’d naturally hold any door for her or sit only when she had sat.
It wasn’t intentional, he certainly wasn’t trying to be a romantic, in fact he felt a little surge of anxiety whenever he did play the part, not wanting to stack up too much evidence of, well whatever this strange and overwhelming, but wonderful thing he felt was.
He felt protective of her, he didn’t want to see her hurt and would feel strange surges of masculine pride whenever he simply expressed that emotion in his own heart. Had no idea why, Celestia knew he wasn’t trying to play up to anything, be anything other than what he was, this was simply how he felt, the emotion was as free and uncoordinated as any other he had expressed towards her.
She didn’t seem to reciprocate, which he never expected, but at the same time she never pulled away or showed any sign of discomfort at his advances.
A year had passed and they hadn’t seen each since the last Summer. Each was a little more sexually mature than they had been the last year, but were otherwise aside from their changing hormones no less foalish or eccentric than they had been before.
In truth they hadn’t thought about each other all that much during the long year, not until the week coming up to their meeting. He has of course indulged in his nostalgic for the place which was irreversibly tied up with her, and he had occasionally looked through her Ponybook page for more revealing pictures of her that he had guiltily pleasured himself to or simply fantasised about, but otherwise their meeting was very briefly but intensely anticipated solely during that last week.
The first thing he had noticed about her was the woman she had grown into, which he had had strong hints of before, but now as she approached 18 herself more fully realised.
Her breasts had gotten a little bigger and she had switched completely out of filly’s clothes into those of a mare. That being said what she wore was shy by no means. She more often than not wore skimpy ripped denim shorts that showed her legs, full thighs, and quite a bit of her generous and supple looking little ass from the right angle. A simple shirt tank top that revealed her cleavage and some of her bra alongside sports shoes making up the rest of her wardrobe.
It was hard to not allow some of those more innocent if sensually tinged feelings of the last year to become a little more explicit.
Like before he had shown her much of the same romantic gestures and courtesies of the previous Summer. He would lean ever so slightly into her or linger by her side as they walked, gently brushing up against her body.
The one thing that disturbed him however, and worse yet got those same intense electric feelings from before going like a freight train was that she no longer compared ignored his little gestures.
At first he had leaned into her and he could swear that she leaned back. This continued until their contact while very slight lingered for at first a second or two, before going into a good few seconds, then a minute, before they might sit there, especially if they were alone, for several long minutes, the skin of their arms and tiny little hairs simply lingering against one another in complete silence.
It wasn’t long after that he noticed that she seemed to walk a lot closer and be a lot more familiar with him than she usually would. As they walked sometimes even their hands grazed each other. And in her tomboy manner she would try and insist on paying with his bus tickets and hold doors open for him, which they very playfully but silently fought over.
At some point she had also turned their conversation towards sex. She’d tease him by calling him gay and try to get similar reactions out of him by bringing up all sorts of other little teases and points of sexual talk, some more explicit than others. This conversation never turned towards her, and she never used her body to tease him, but there was definitely a certain tension.
The first half of the week had followed exactly as the last had. They’d linger against each other and she’d playfully tease him.
At some point they had the caravan to themselves. They were both sitting on the couch with a window directly behind them. They were leaning against one another in a way that would have lead any casual onlooker to believe that they must be young lovers.
At some point he put his hand down beside her. She tenderly placed hers on top of his, gently running her fingers over his hand which made him bring it back up over hers before gently taking her hand in his, simply holding it.
What happened directly after that neither of them could quite remember, but soon enough they had their hands tightly grasped around the other, both held hand towards each other, pushing firmly against their partner’s other hand.
Their lips were locked and they were hesitantly moaning into each other’s mouth. They were making out, tongues and all.
It was just then that a loud clattering could be heard from directly outside the caravan. Their cousin and aunt or gran respectively had come back.
The two immediately throw themselves off from one another, forcing themselves to either side of the couch to put as much distance as possible between their little passionate romp.
Their aunt had noticed a certain nervousness in the air, but had played it off as some innocent mischief the two must have gotten into while she was away that would no doubt unravel itself later on that night.
The two talked very little for the rest of the day, and when they did it was about anything but the mess they had almost caught themselves in.
Still, it was all either partner could think about, and they knew that tomorrow was scheduled to be a warm sunny day and they had planned on going out into the woods for their usually yearly exploration, each successive year having taken them a little further, far far away from any prying eyes.
They both woke up at the crack of dawn the next day, excited to get things started. Quickly getting dressed and skipping breakfast they rushed out of the caravan as they had any other year so that they could spend as much time as possible exploring the forest.
Both ran through the woods with giddy abandon, spending little time in actually exploring the place or taking in its scenery, simply trying to get themselves as far away from any prying eyes as possible.
They continued like this for about an hour until they were assured that there was absolutely no chance of them possibly being seen.
Their talk had been uncharacteristically light up until this point, and now that they were actually here there seemed to be absolutely no need for it whatsoever, they had both yearned for this longing than either wanted to admit, there was simply no need for words.
Soarin watched as Cloudkicker rested her back against a tree and for the longest while they simply looked at each other, panting very heavily from all the jogging they had done, with slight tinges of red on their faces.
Then Cloudy reached down to her shoes, simply removing both them and her socks before carelessly throwing them aside. Her blush deepening slightly she did the same with her top, pulling it up over her shoulders and tossing it aside.
She noticed that Soarin’s stance seemed to stiffen as he watched her. The soft grass below tickling her feet as her back pressed up against the rough bark of the tree.
With that done she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, letting it fall to the ground under her, finally revealing her too generously sized and equally supple breasts to her cousin.
He could see how aroused she was from the stiffness of her perky little nipples which made a nice contrast to her otherwise delightfully place and soft mounds.
Slowly approaching her Soarin reached out one of his hands, simply laying it on her side. When he saw that she didn’t object he began to gingerly run it up and down her soft flesh, letting his finger feel every little curve of her body.
Continuing to approach her at some point the two’s lips had met, very nervously at first, merely hovering over each other as they dared their partner to touch, before too long Soarin had both of his hand firmly gripping his cousins curvy little side as both embraced each other as they had the day before, allowing their tongues to battle it out inside each other’s mouth.
At some point during all of this Soarin’s hands had moved from Cloudkicker’s sides to her naked back, which he explored with no less enthusiasm, until her finally reached her ass.
Like before he simply allowed his hands to explore his cousin’s supple ass, until when he had gotten a good feel for it he dug his hands right into her butt, gaining a clear moan of sensual approval from his little cousin as a reward. Their bodies also glided towards each other at the more explicitly sexual contact, causing her two soft mounds to meet with and sink into his own chest.
They continued like this for a minute, no more than two before Soarin or his hormones became a little greedy, causing him to slip a few fingers down her denim shorts and panties to have a good feel at her naked ass.
Again he was encouraged as his Cloudy moaned back at him, pressing her backside into his touch as he began to hungrily grope her ass, playing with and manipulating every inch of her soft flesh.
Slipping his fingers a little further down Cloudy began to moan into his mouth as Soarin ran each of his firm little digits along the lips of her marehood. His strokes were very gentle against her sensitive lips, almost hesitant, asking.
She gave her reply by brining her own arms around her cousin’s body, pulling him against herself as his fingers began to sink into her pussy.
He was amateur but very eager, exploring every inch of his cousin’s slik pussy, relishing in the feeling of her tight virginal walls clamping down on him as he thrust in and out of her, all the while she took a firm hold of him and screamed passionately into his mouth.
Bringing his other hand down to her he waisted absolutely no time in furiously rubbing her clit, gaining a series of loud frustrated moans from her as she began to sink her nails into his back. It didn’t take too long of this until she reached her climax, cumming for the first for another man, Soarin, her cousin.
The two released each other as she came, allowing themselves some figurative and literal breathing space as they simply panted, starting intently at each other.
Coming back over to his cousin Soarin blushed as she reached for his hand, holding it up to her mouth as she started sensually back at him, sucking her own cum from his fingers.
Allowing her to clean his hand he reached out to her, gently running his palm over her chest, causing her to let out a satisfied little sigh in response as she puffed her chest up towards him.
Still blushing he simply trailed his fingers down her chest, almost shivering as he lightly traced over her boobs, allowing his fingers to trail right around her soft pink areolas, ending on her perky little tits.
Watching as she continued to puff out her chest and moan he took one of her breasts in his hand, lightly massaging and kneading away at her soft supple flesh, to her infinite delight, exploring every inch of her to gorgeous mounds with his grasping hands.
Bringing her arms back around him Cloudkicker threw off the stallion’s shirt as she brought him right back into her embrace, using a single sly little hand to undo her denim shorts before hastily throwing them aside with the rest of her clothes.
Noticing this Soarin brought his hips right against hers, grinding his crotch right up against his cousin’s bare pussy as their lips, and tongues once again connected.
Almost giggling to herself Cloudkicker brought her hand back down to his trousers, throwing them aside as she brought her hips back into his.
Both parties let out a loud groan and embraced each other far more passionately as their flesh touched, only growing all the wilder as Soarin began furiously rubbing and grinding the full length of his cock up against his cousin’s tight slit.
Cloudkicker simply sank blissfully into this for a good few minutes until she once again found that she had to take the lead, grabbing a firm hold of her big cousin’s cock as she lined it up with her virginal pussy.
She threw her head back, which he was very quick to catch as he thrusted up into her, parting her sensitive little lips as he forced a good half of his 8 inch cock into her.
Cloudkicker simply groaned into his mouth as she felt his shaft pull back out of her, brought the head before it was once again thrust deep into her, right up to the hilt.
The two continued like this for a good five minutes, lustfully groping at and grabbing at each other’s bodies as they took their other lover’s virginity, ending in a final moment of blissful release as Soarin once again forced himself into his little cousin’s pussy, spilling his seed inside of her.
