Only In Your Dreams

by TittySparkles

Rating: mature
Tags: Pumpkin Cake, Porn, Fetish, Non-consensual, Sex, Pound Cake, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 5714

Pumpkin Cake needs to stay warm for the night, sadly Pound Cake’s erection is stopping her from that.

Winter can be a pain, especially when you have a jammed window that refuses to close. Unable to contend with the cold air at night, Pumpkin Cake takes it upon herself to visit Pound Cake’s room and steal his heater, however when it proves too heavy to be moved, she opts to share the bed with him instead.

Unfortunately Pound is in the process of having a lewd dream and Pumpkin quickly sees he is as erect as he can be. Fortunately for her, she happens to notice her brother’s fleshlight nearby…

Contains Somnophilia and Non-consensual Incest
Cover art by: mysticalpha
Written for the 2022 Incest is Wincest First Time February Contest.

Published 2022-02-20 15:40:04 UTC
Last updated 2022-02-20 15:40:04 UTC

What do horny stallions even dream of?

Streaks of silver moonlight shone through the thin curtain, bathing the darkened room in a reflective glow. The room’s lone occupant laid in bed on the verge of falling asleep, yet thanks to the chilly winter air, sleep refused to come easily. In her bed Pumpkin Cake laid, covered in two thick, double blankets yet even with those on her, she was still unable to heat herself up as her entire body felt like she was in a freezer. The addition of her wearing wooly pink socks provided a bit of comfort for her cold hooves, but unfortunately it was barely noticeable in the grand scheme of things.

“Why is it so cold tonight?” Pumpkin whined, pulling her hindlegs close to her body.

The piercing coldness in the room gave no answer as she rubbed her hindlegs together, causing her socks to rub vigorously against her cold hooves. In truth, she always knew the answer. The window to her own room was slightly open, but for the longest time it was jammed in its place, refusing to either open or close at all. It wasn’t open a lot, but it was enough for the chilly air to sweep her room. She had urged her brother to fix it when they took over their parents’ bakery, but constant work and other business-related obstacles always put the idea on the backburner. Now she was regretting it as she lay in her bed and her regret only got worse as a loud gust of wind blew from outside.

“Ohh, horsefeathers,” she cursed with gritted teeth as she exhaled and saw her cold breath in the dim light. “I can’t take it anymore.”

While she was exhausted and didn’t want to move from her bed, the increasingly cold air made every waking second unbearable, and the worst part was, the rest of the house and bakery was no better. Thanks to all the ovens and stoves running all day during work hours, it left the entire place unnaturally cold during the nights, so no matter where she went, it would feel the same, albeit not quite as cold as her room was.

However, her brother’s room was the sole exception. Unlike her, Pound Cake had prepped for the cold weather by buying a large portable heater for his room. He always pushed her to buy her own, but due to her own laziness, she put it off and never tried to purchase one. Now she was regretting it, and pulling herself up from her bed with a disgruntled groan, she looked towards her bedroom door and saw a dim light coming from underneath it.

“Hahhh,” she whined, her cold breath filling the air. “His room is probably warm enough, so I’ll just borrow it for the rest of the night.”

A quick peek at her nearby alarm signaled it was 1:17 am, causing her to feel a momentary heaviness in her eyes, but thankfully it was the weekend and neither of them had to open up the shop in the morning. Focusing all her energy, she threw off her covers and jumped on the floor, causing a loud thud to play out. It didn’t faze her and she quickly started to walk for the door and open it up, causing a dim nightlight from further down the hall to shine its light into her room. Not far from the small light, her brother’s room was visible and a soft humming noise filled the air. She knew that noise well; the sound of the heater working to its fullest. Quickly moving into the hallway, she made her way towards her brother’s room as the sound of the heater’s humming intensified, and the closer she got, the more she wondered how her brother managed to sleep through it. He was always a heavy sleeper and sometimes even the loudest of noises could never wake him from a deep slumber, but Pumpkin didn’t think much of it as she arrived just outside of his door.

Looking down at the handle, her legs didn’t want to go further up then they needed to, so she flared up her own horn in a golden light and wrapped the handle in her magic. Before she could bother with opening the door, she looked down at it and noticed a small “do not disturb’ sign on it. With a loud sigh, Pumpkin realized Pound had been ‘busy’ earlier on. Even though he always left his door open at nights in case of emergencies, there were nights he would lock his door to enjoy his alone time, which mainly consisted of looking at naughty magazines and humping his fleshlight.

Pumpkin sighed louder and felt her cheeks flush as a stray memory of walking in on her brother one night came into her mind. It was a memory she wished she could magically expunge from her head, but no matter how hard she tried to forget, she couldn’t stop seeing the image of her brother going hard and fast into his rather expensive toy. It was mainly due to that incident that Pound Cake had taken to locking his room whenever he was going at it, but whenever Pumpkin walked by his room, the memory would surface. Giving her head a shake, she buried the memory in the back of her mind and instead refocused on the handle below.

All she did was sighed softly as she quietly opened the door and braced herself. The second it cracked open, a blast of hot air flowed outward from the door, causing her to take in the warmth momentarily, before her nose picked up the scent of sweaty stallion. Her facial expression cringed at the scent for a moment, but not caring much for it, she opened the door further and looked into the dimly lit room. Much like her own room, Pound had a window as well that lacked curtains and had one of the dimly lit lanterns from the streetlight shine its golden light into his room. It wasn’t too bright, but enough to see the entire interior. Posters lined the wall, ranging Pound’s favorite band, to a picture of the Wonderbolts, and lastly a rather lewd one of a pink mare openly spreading her legs and showing off her privates.

“Pervert,” Pumpkin huffed as her cheeks felt a rush of heat greet them.

For a moment she couldn’t help but stare at the mare on the wall exposing herself, but quickly refocusing on the task at hand, she looked forward and saw the large heater before she stepped forward into the room. Almost instantly her body trembled with glee as the intense heat of the room started to quickly warm up her frozen body.

“Awww yeah, it’s so toasty in here,” she muttered to herself as she brought up a foreleg and rubbed it into the opposing shoulder to warm herself up quicker.

A loud snore caused her attention to look to the opposite end of the room from the door, and her expression dulled as the sight of her brother laying in his bed greeted her. A thin peach colored blanket covered the lower part of the stallion’s body, and she watched as his stomach slowly gently rose and fell with every breath, but what caught her attention more was the sight of her brother’s face. His mouth hung agape and his tongue had partly rolled out, covering a part of his pillow in a layer of dried spittle, while loud snoring resounded from him. Pumpkin looked on with an annoyed and unamused look, while trying to figure out what was louder; her brother or the hum of the heater, and deciding to ignore the sounds, she instead refocused on the purpose of her visit. Looking to the large heater, she walked towards it, lit up her horn, and attempted to lift it up, but a sharp jolt of pain was all that greeted her in return.

“What the hay?” she mumbled as she reached up and rubbed her horn, before she tried to lift it again.

Unfortunately, another painful jolt greeted her, but she quickly grew aware as to why, thanks to the heater barely leaving the ground. It was heavy and bulky despite its average looking size, and quickly remembering back to when Pound Cake first purchased it, Pumpkin recalled it took two larger stallion’s to bring it into their place. While Pumpkin was gifted in terms of magical prowess and sharpened her skills with magic over the years while working the bakery, heavy objects that required lots of strength to lift was something she could never do. Despite her weakness, she flared her horn again and poured more magic into it for one last effort, but as she tried to lift it, the same sharp pain greeted her once again.

“Son of a…!” she cursed as her teeth gritted and her magic died down. “Why does it have to be so heavy?”

The only response she got was the hum of the heater and an obnoxiously loud snore from her brother. She gave both a death glare as the pain in her horn subsided, but with her unable to take the heater into her room, Pumpkin grew frustrated. She didn’t want to leave empty handed and thanks to the warmth of the room, she didn’t want to leave at all and return to her figurative ice box. Glancing around randomly, she tried to desperately think of an idea as to what to do, but her head stopped as she found herself staring at the bed of her brother. For a moment she stared blankly at it, as the stray thought of actually hopping into his bed played out, she remembered that when she was younger she had a habit of sneaking into her brother’s room to share the bed whenever she had a bad dream. The fondness of the memory was pleasant to reminisce about, yet the sight of something dark yellow on the floor near the bed broke her from her thoughts as she looked down. While the light from the window betrayed her sense of perception, she decided to look closer at the object before her cheeks flushed once again and her face felt hot. She recognized the object on the floor; her brother’s little play toy for whenever he needed to get off. Seeing the silicone cock sleeve discarded haplessly on the floor without a care in the world would have bothered her greatly, but as she looked closer at it, the color of the vaginal entrance was eerily similar, if not straight up, the color of her own coat.

“Ugh, did you seriously get one that matches my coat?” She groaned, becoming sickened, but at the same time growing more curious by the second. “Are you that constantly horny that you think of me that way?”

Her face grew hotter as the memory of seeing her brother fucking his play toy resurfaced, and while the one from her memory wasn’t the same color, it didn’t make her feel any better as she was quick to bury the memory once again. Movement from the bed caught her attention as her brother fidgeted in place and groaned something indecipherable to her ears, before her tail flickered about wildly as she felt an array of emotions swelling up. All those early years of her sharing the bed with him, did they lead up to what she was seeing? Did her walking in on him that one time while he was getting off, influence him in buying a toy colored like her? Her mind raced with questions and she wasn’t sure what to emotionally feel, but glancing over to her brother’s alarm clock, she was reminded at how early it was and that she was tired.

“Ugghhhh,” she yawned as a bit of water formed at the corner of her eyes. “I’ll deal with this crap in the morning.”

Grumbling and putting her frustrations in the back of her mind, she knew – despite the circumstances – that she was going to have to share the bed with her brother if she wanted to stay warm for the rest of the night. The warmth from the room had already heated her body up to a proper temperature and not wanting to lose that feeling, she looked to the bed and lit up her horn to lift up the blanket.

“Well, at least it can’t get worse,” she groaned as she stepped forward and lifted the blanket.

However, just as she put a hoof on the bed, her eyes locked onto something new. While her brother was soundly asleep, the sight of a semi hard erection poking through at the sheets showed Pumpkin what he was dreaming and mumbling about. Her face reddened and she nearly coughed out loud as a tight feeling in her throat came up as Pumpkin was able to notice the erection starting to swell with more life; a sign that her brother had just started his lewd dream.

“ohmygod,” she whined loudly, her cheeks nearly burning with embarrassment. “You gotta be kidding me right now!”

Quickly dropping the blanket, her expression scrunched up and she turned towards the door and debated leaving the room as quickly as possible, but the fear of becoming cold once again only amounted to her taking a few steps before she stopped and stared blankly at the open door. Even as the sight of the dimly lit hallway filled her vision, her mind was focused solely on the image of her brother’s semi erect cock instead. The image of it made her tail swish back and forth out of frustration and she knew there was nothing she could do about it, until a stray thought started to form in her mind. Despite the situation, she wasn’t leaving the room without a reliable heat source, and while her brother’s cock was a large obstacle in her way of achieving what she wanted, the image of Pound Cake’s fleshlight gave Pumpkin an idea.

Looking over her shoulder, her eyes latched into the toy on the ground, and while she was disturbed by the sight of it, she realized she could use it to her advantage. If her brother was horny and prevented her from entering his bed, then she would have to get rid of his horniness. As she looked at it, the idea of ripping off her brother’s blanket and magically getting him off with the toy played out, and while she was disturbed by the idea of interacting with Pound’s penis in a sexual manner, she knew it was either that, or return to her room and try to fall asleep in a frozen bed with the thought of horse cock plaguing her mind. While she could opt to ignore it all together and even forcefully roll her brother over, the idea of him rolling back and poking her butt with his erection wasn’t something she wanted to feel. Her options were limited, and she never knew that there would come a day that she acted upon her brother’s sexual pleasure in a way to further her own needs, but debating internally for a few minutes, she steeled her resolve, lit up her horn, and closed the door to the bedroom, before turning back to her brother.

“I know I’m going to regret this,” she spoke to herself as she grabbed the cock sleeve with her magic and floated it into the air. “But I really want to stay warm.”

For a few seconds she stayed quiet as she brought the object closer to her face, and while she cared nothing for it, she couldn’t help but look over the item curiously. Her telekinesis magic let her get a feel for the item. Thanks to the spell being an extension of her being, she was able to feel the object with her mind and get a sense of how it felt if she actually touched it with her own hoof. The entrance of it was soft and malleable, yet firm enough that she had to induce pressure to make in contort to her will. No doubt matching the tightness of an actual mare, the lewd item in question put a warm feeling in her gut, but sadly the warmth quickly subsided as she pushed it into the back of her mind.

“Alright, let’s do this,” she spoke with a deep breath as the feeling of her eyes growing heavier, along with the warmth of the room, reminded her of why she was there in the first place.

She stopped again, fully realizing what she was about to do. She was about to engage in sexual actions without her brother ever knowing it was going to happen. The rational side of her mind told her what she was doing was wrong and selfish, but the reasoning side of her told her that she would keep it a secret and there would never be any problems. Her reasoning was flawed, she knew that very well, and she knew if Pound woke up during the act, she would have a lot of explaining to do, but remembering her brother was a heavy sleeper, she had little reason to fear any sort of consequences of her actions.

“It’s a first - and only - one time thing,” she said to herself, trying her best to calm her nerves. “Come on, Pumpkin, you’ll never do something like this again.”

With that said, her eyes traveled down to her brother’s lower body, and while he was still partially covered, she could see the shape and outline of his erection. She could tell it was fully hard, but before she could think further, her brother mumbled something in his sleep and rolled onto his back, causing his dick to point upward and pitch a tent with the covers, before it slowly fell off and exposed itself to her.

Jeez, why does it have to be so big?” Pumpkin muttered quietly as she watched him finish moving, before she looked at the cock sleeve she was holding with her magic.

Unable to control herself, her eyes started to scan the large erection before her, getting a good grasp on just how big her brother was, before she turned her gaze to between his lanky legs. The sight of his balls caught her attention as she noticed them resting lazily against the bottom sheet, and while they were mostly hidden mostly by his legs, she could tell how big they were. A tightness in her own body quickly surfaced as she inspected her brother’s junk and realizing she was becoming less put off by the sight of it, made Pumpkin realize it had been a solid few months since she had any stallions over for her own pleasure. If anything, her continuous staring was only making her mind race more, and for a brief moment, the unnatural thought of riding her brother’s cock played out.

“Ugh, don’t think about that,” she spoke softly, shaking her head in frustration, whilst smothering any growing thoughts of unsavory acts that may have come up. “Well… the sooner I get this done, the faster I can go to bed.”

While she said the words, she was still hesitant about what she was about to do. Her eyes switched back and forth between the erection her brother was sporting and his sleeping expression, before she was momentarily distracted by a groan from him and a twitch from the erection. Her expression scrunched further and her back legs pinched closed in response, but she wasn’t going to wimp out now. Pumpkin’s body went on alert for a movement as Pound took a sharp inhale of breath and shuffled in bed, before his body turned slightly, causing the head of his cock to point directly at her face. She felt her eyes widen the second she saw the phallus point at her and all she could do was take deep, shallow breaths as she hovered the fleshlight towards the tip of Pound’s cock and placed it gently on the flaring rim.

With a quick motion, she pushed the cock sleeve downward, causing it to quickly spread and envelope her brother’s erection in the faux vagina, and in return Pound muttered something as his face got more buried in his pillow. It was a lot more pillow talk then what he was already doing prior, but it was too low to be audible for Pumpkin to make any sense of what he was saying. For a few seconds she was hesitant to move it at all, in fear she was about to wake him up, but only soft snores greeted her ears.

She moved the fleshlight further, and she watched with a stoic expression as her brother’s cock pushed further into it. Just watching more and more of the cock get wrapped in the toy made Pumpkin antsy and fidget her hindlegs. Her tail flickered and she could sense that her own body was betraying her thoughts as a distinct whiff of her own arousal became noticeable, but she ignored it as the fleshlight came to a stop. She felt resistance as she tried to move it more, but quickly realized her brother’s cock had pushed all the way in and was now stuffed as much as it allowed. Looking on as the toy rested in place, Pumpkin noticed that despite having the full length in the toy, she hadn’t even gotten it past her brother’s medial ring. A bit surprised at the size difference, Pumpkin instead focused on slowly pulling the fleshlight back, then slowly, deliberately sliding it back down as a means to start quickly stimulating her brother. Every time it went up and down, the heat in her own body started to increase as well, but she moved the fleshlight faster and faster with each motion to outpace her own growing horniess.

“Hurry up and cum so this stops being weird,” she muttered at her brother, the core of her body starting to become more hot, whilst her own private parts became more itchy.

She moved the fleshlight with a steady and brisk pace, making sure to match a proper rutting motion a stallion would be used to. Her brother’s eyes fluttered at the side of her vision, constantly making her worried she was going to wake up the stallion and have to explain her lewd actions to her, but thankfully all he did was moan softly and never awoke.

Though he never awoke, his body fidgeted about and Pumpkin started to notice that her brother was starting to slowly buck his hips randomly, almost like he was trying to move in rhythm with her movements. It didn’t sway her brisk motions, but she found it oddly humorous that her brother was subconsciously trying to fuck his own toy, whilst no doubt dreaming about whatever mare he was thinking about. As that thought came, Pumpkin had a lapse in her concentration and pictured herself in place of fleshlight, nearly causing her to accidentally pull it off and drop it. She regained her composure and resumed her motions, but the itchy feeling in her rear was now turning into a hot buzzing feeling that yearned for her to do something sexual. She hated it but instead focused her frustrations on increasing the speed of the fleshlight, which in turn, caused her brother to start giving off louder moans as his hips moved with it.

His increasing volume and movements told Pumpkin that her brother was getting close, and she was secretly thankful that Pound wasn’t one of those stallions that was able to last a long time. With him nearing his finish, she decided to make the last stretch a much more pleasurable experience for him. Bringing the fleshlight up, she vigorously moved it so only the tip of her brother’s cock was feeling any sort of pleasure in an effort to stimulate the flaring edge so he would come quickly. Her actions caused her brother’s lower body to arch upward, and his erection to spasm in response as she knew it was about to come.

Though she didn’t know the exact second he came, Pumpkin’s eyes went to the base of her brother’s shaft as she started to notice an odd motion. His balls were tightening and it was causing his erection to flex and twitch in response, before the sight of something white seeped down from the fleshlight and covered his cock. Realizing he came, Pumpkin slowed her movements down and started to notice the tip of her brother’s cock was getting covered in cum.

“Oh jeez, I actually made him cum,” she whispered to herself, surprised that she was able to get him off without even waking him. “Oh my goodness, I actually just jerked off my brother with his fleshlight.”

Her face flushed and the heat in her body toyed with her mind as she imagined the feeling of hot stallion spunk getting shot into her from her brother, and the idea only got worse as she saw Pound’s erection twitching and pouring its seed into the toy. She didn’t know what to do next, but kept moving the fleshlight as she watched the spasms die down until she felt a bit of resistance from the toy. Her brother’s cock was starting to go soft and droop to the side, causing her to carefully pull the fleshlight off. As it came off, Pumpkin’s eyes widened as she saw the full flare of her brother’s deflating erection, and a drizzle of semen flowed out from the tip. She watched the erection soften more, while the single line of cum hung aimlessly over the edge, and realizing it was about to fall on the bed, Pumpkin quickly caught it with the fleshlight so she didn’t have to sleep in it.

“Finally it’s over,” she spoke with a deep sigh as she watched her brother’s erection go fully limp and return to its sheathe, before she turned her eyes towards the now slightly shaking fleshlight. “I did that. Wow, I still can’t believe I actually did that. Now what do I do with this?”

She looked at the fleshlight with a curious stare, fully realizing that it was now full of warm and sticky seed, but for the life of her, she wasn’t sure what to do with it next. She didn’t want to hold the lewd object anymore, but also didn’t want to toss it on the floor and spill it all over the place. While she looked at it, the horniess in her body still bothered her, but thankfully with her brother’s cock no longer a factor, she relaxed as she was happy she wasn’t going to break and give into her lustful thoughts of riding him while he slept. Though she was annoyed that she was unpleasantly horny, she knew a hot shower would get rid of the bit of arousal at her rear, which would also get rid of the horny feeling as well.

“Better wash myself up so I don’t get any of my scent on your bed,” she spoke softly as she turned for the door with the fleshlight still held in her magic. “... and I guess I should clean this out as well.”

Looking at the object in her magical grasp made her expression cringe as she wasn’t looking forward to cleaning it, but what she was really looking forward to was finally going to bed. Taking a step towards the doorway, Pumpkin stopped for a moment and looked over her shoulder and stared at her brother’s face, not with her usual expression, but rather a halfhearted smirk.

“It’s a shame you won’t remember this at all,” she noted as she shook the fleshlight. “It just sucks that I'll unfortunately remember this for a long time.”

~~~~

The morning had come by as it usually did, and despite the loud snoring from her brother, Pumpkin had managed to get a few hours of sleep. The chilly night has long passed and the new day brought a nice mild temperature that quickly heated up the house once the sun had risen. Even with it going to be a nice day, Pumpkin had found herself distracted by her previous antics from the other night.

"I can't believe I actually did that," she spoke to herself, words that had been nearly repeating constantly ever since she woke up. "Was I really that desperate for warmth that I jerked off my brother just to share the bed with him?"

She didn't get no answer to her question as she had actually woken up before her brother even did. Even as she sat at the kitchen table with her coffee, she had barely touched it as she stared blankly forward with questions plaguing her mind.

The sound of hoof steps from above signaled that her brother had awoken from his slumber, and it put her body on high alert. Her chest tightened and her breathing became shallow and quick as she heard Pound waking about. As he moved, Pumpkin started to wonder if she should spill the beans and inform her brother of what she did last, in an effort to cease her troubled mind for her highly questionable behavior. She didn't know how to say it either.

"Hey bro, did you know I had to jerk you off in order to share the bed with you last night?" She spoke to herself in a sarcastic tone. "Ughhh, I feel so wrong and dirty," she added before she rested her head against the table.

She didn't want to move, nor did she actually wanna talk to anyone, and for a few more seconds, there was total silence as she contemplated her life decisions, until the sound of the toilet upstairs got flushed.

"Would it be better if I didn't say anything at all?" she spoke again as she pulled herself up and stared at her muddled reflection in her coffee. "It's not like he was awake during the ordeal."

The sound of the tap during on for a few seconds made her ears perk up.

"Oh god, what if he was secretly awake the whole time and was enjoying it!?" her voice grew frantic and hysterical for a moment. "No, don't be stupid, he was out like a light."

The hoof steps were starting to get closer and she heard the stair boards start to loudly creak as her brother began to walk down them.

"Ughh, stop acting like a paranoid loony and try to be normal!" She hissed loudly at herself. "You're worrying about nothing!"

Realizing he was coming quicker than she wanted, she shut herself up to make sure her brother didn't hear her talking to herself. For a few long moments, she just sipped her coffee and listened to him walking about, until the sound of the stairway creaking stopped, which was quickly followed up by the sound of hooves walking against ceramic flooring. Hearing him getting closer, she took a deep breath and relaxed herself just as her brother rounded the corner and came into the kitchen.

"Morning," Pound mumbled as he stumbled into the kitchen as he looked at Pumpkin for a quick moment, before his eyes latched onto the coffee pot not far from her.

"Morning, Pound Cake!" she replied, sounding too chipper for her own good.

Her brother gave her a questionable stare. "You sound rather chipper this morning?"

"Mhm hmm," she replied without opening her mouth, scared her voice would betray her. "How did you sleep last night?" she asked, the words spilling out without consent.

"Same as ever," Pound replied with a loud yawn, before he gave his head a fast jerk to the side, no doubt popping a stiff muscle. "Warm and cozy."

"So you feel perfectly fine this morning?" she questioned further, wanting to see if he knew what happened to him.

"Yes?" He paused for a second while walking and looked at her like she was going crazy. "Why? Did something happen last night?"

No! No, no, nothing happened!" she spoke erratically as she tried to figure out an excuse. "It was just colder than usual last night and I was worried about you."

Not sure why you're worried," he replied as he began to walk again. "You do remember I got a heater in my room, right?"

"O-oh that's right, of course you do. How silly of me," Pumpkin replied, the pressure of the situation starting to get to her.

"Did something happen to you last night? You're being weird this morning," Pound asked as he used his wings to pour himself a cup of coffee.

"I-I actually didn't sleep that well because it was so cold in my room last night," She blurted out as an excuse suddenly came into her mind. "I was just hoping you could show me where that store is... y-you know, the place where you got the heater from."

"Ooh, you're being weird because you got little sleep," Pound told her as he walked to the table. "I can take you later on if you want, since we don't have to open the shop today."

"That would be great actually!" she spoke with excitement, causing her brother to reel back in his seat for a moment as she calmed herself down. "Don't wanna have a repeat of last night, that's for sure!'

This time her brother said nothing and took a sip of his coffee before his eyes widened and he stared at the cup with a growing smile on his face.

"Mhmmm, you actually got the coffee this morning," he spoke out as he followed up with another sip.

hearing his little quip caused Pumpkin to relax and answer back with an annoyed neigh, before she took another sip of her coffee and sat in silence.

Good, he doesn't know what I did to him last night... She took a deep breath and relaxed herself as she looked at her brother and saw him staring at a nearby window with a smile on his face. For our own safety, I think it's better you never know..."