"You're more than welcome to have a cider, you've been eyeing them all night," Macintosh leaned further back on the wooden bench, closing his eyes he idly swirled a bottle of amber hued liquid in his hand, his arm draped halfway off of his armrest.
Sweetie Belle looked down at her lap to hide her grimace, had she really been that obvious? She did want to have a cider, maybe a few, but to know that someone had seen her ogling a bottle of alcohol made her want to excuse herself and call it an early night. Did it feel like it was getting warmer out here? Even with the sun beginning to set the summer heat had yet to begin to dissipate.
"Didn't realize I was being that obvious about it," Sweetie's cheeks were already red with a sunburn, hiding her embarrassed flush from view. "Besides, I can't have any, Rarity would flip if she found out I had anything to drink, I'm sure Applejack would love to chew your ear off about letting her little sister's friend drink under your supervision."
A soft chuckle left Macintosh's lips at her longwinded response. "Better under my supervision than by yourself after I retire for the night."
This time the redness that come to her face exceeded the sunburn, her feet planting firmly on the boards of the porch and pushing herself back into her rocking chair. As she tilted herself back her eyes locked onto the ceiling, not wanting to dare shooting another glace back at the metal bucket full of ice and bottles of cider.
Macintosh wouldn’t have said something like that out of nowhere. Sweetie hadn’t had all that many conversations with him, but there was no way he would have mentioned something that specific unless he knew something. His tone was sweet, his posture so relaxed that it looked like he would be comforting fall asleep out on the porch in this heat. Sweetie wasn’t even sure if he had been looking at her at at since he leaned his head back, but she was now intent on keeping her gaze off of him as well.
Macintosh cracked his left eye open, tilting his head slightly to get a quick glace at Sweetie Belle. You didn't need to be a master at reading people to be able to gauge that Sweetie was getting nervous. Did his words really do that to her? A few comments about having some cider, he couldn't even begin to imagine what things must be running rampant in that poor little head of hers right about now. His eye slipped back slut as he contemplated his next words carefully. It wasn't often that it had the chance to spend time alone with Applebloom's friends one on one like this. It wasn't something he spent time fretting over, getting to know his little sister's friends made him feel more connected with her in the sense that he could better understand the things that made her happy. And as much as he kicked himself for thinking so, he couldn't help but find himself admiring Sweetie Belle's figure the more he time he got to be around her. An older brother doesn't go around fantasizing about his sister's friends, those things were completely off limits, and yet he couldn't always get himself to steer his train of thought away.
"You can relax you know, this isn't some interrogation about missing cider. We've got so much stockpiled I doubt anyone would notice if you walked out of here with a suitcase full of them." He could hear the creak of the chair lowering, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Had he picked his words right? Was Sweetie relaxing now? "It takes a lot of this stuff to get you plastered, and I'd imagine you know yourself well enough to not drink until you're feeling miserable the next day."
Sweetie's gaze shifted away from the ceiling and down onto Macintosh, taking a moment to let his words sink in before she began speaking or making any other moves. He said this wasn't an interrogation, but Sweetie could feel her heart pounding away in her chest. "Are you really sure it's okay? For me to have a few ciders?"
"You're eighteen now Sweetie, you can have some cider if you really want one," Macintosh halted his swishing of his bottle, bringing it up to his lips and quickly downing what was left in it, finally finishing off his first cider that he'd been babysitting for a while.
Sweetie was doing her best to quickly weigh her options. Being given the okay by Macintosh to have a few ciders? When would she get this sort of opportunity again? Wasn't siphoning cider the real reason she offered to hang back and help around on the farm while everyone else left to go and pick up everything else that they needed for the party they'd be throwing here? Of course she'd been too nervous to actually go through with it on her own, it was always Scootaloo or Applebloom who would go through with taking the cider. Would she ever get the chance again?
The train of thought Sweetie was getting lost in was broken when her phone made a noise. The sound signified it was a text from Rarity, and Sweetie was quick to snatch her phone from her pocket, her fingers tapping in the passcode before her eyes were able to dart across the preview of the message.
"Our service is dreadful out here, hoping this will send. All the supplies have been picked up, but a tree feel and is blocking the tracks, we won't be able to make it back until tomorrow around midday."
It seemed like some higher power had taken the reigns and gone ahead to make Sweetie Belle's choice a lot easier to make. They'd be out until midday tomorrow? Her heart felt like it was only speeding up as she slowly pushed herself up and out of her chair, taking a tentative step towards the ice bucket.
"While you're up, could you grab me another?" Macintosh's voice made Sweetie jump, she quickly took another step towards the bucket to shake it off.
"Yeah, I can get you one," Sweetie's hand only hovered over the bottle of cider for a few seconds before she grabbed it, followed by the second one quickly after.
While the sun was going to be in her eyes, Sweetie made the decision that she would sit on the bench with Macintosh. She felt that it would be easier to talk while next to him rather than on the other side of the porch. As she sat down on the bench, she crossed her left leg over her right, a soft sigh slipping from her lips as she held one of the bottles out to him.
"So what helped make you want to grab one?" Macintosh gently took the bottle from Sweetie, his head tilting to look at her, their eyes briefly making contact before Sweetie's gaze turned back to the bottle that was left in her hand. Macintosh opened his bottle, taking a drink from as he listened to the sound of Sweetie opening hers.
"I got a text from Rarity, she said a train fell on the tracks. Said they won't be able to make it back until tomorrow instead of the middle of the night tonight," Sweetie paused to take a sip from her bottle, her nose only crinkling slightly. It wasn't gross, but alcohol just didn't have a flavor she felt she could get used to. "I figure I have plenty of time to sober up between now and then."
Macintosh wasn't sure if it was right to be feeling so, but he could feel a bit of pride beginning to swell in him. Sweetie felt comfortable enough to start drinking around him, alone with him. It was his turn to begin getting lost in his thoughts, chiming in with short responses as Sweetie pumped out questions, though they were often sitting in stretches of comfortable silence. At some point Macintosh had moved the bucket of bottles closer to the bench, the two of them just reaching for more as they finished theirs. It didn't take long for the pair to be down to the last to bottles of cider he'd brought out, their heads buzzing as a warm breeze blew past them.
The breeze carried the sweet scent of the apple orchards, as well as something deeper, and richer, even a bit salty. Something that Sweetie couldn't quite place on an exact location, but she knew that she she'd been around it before. It was a pleasant aroma, her eyes slipping shut as she inhaled deeply through her nose, trying her hardest to place what memorty that smell was trying to call back. Macintosh shifted slightly next to her, one of his arms raising and being followed up by a faint chuckle.
"Been a long day, huh? Can smell me, can't you?"
"No, I don't think it would be, sweat smells gross, it's something good," Sweetie's eyes opened again, watching the porch spin in front of her before she turned towards Macintosh. "I'd have to smell you to rule it out, and I don't want my face covered in your sweat."
Macintosh felt like all the wind had been knocked right out of him. He cursed his brain silently as an image of Sweetie underneath him as sweat dripped off of him ran through his mind. One hand raised to pinch the bridge of his nose as his eyes closed tightly. Blame nausea and go run off to the bathroom? How embarrassing would something like that be? As the older brother of Sweetie's friend getting sick puking would be embarrassing. Even worse that his stomach wasn't churning in any way that felt like nausea.
Sweetie's brows furrowed, leaning forward to set her mostly empty bottle of cider down, moving her now free hand to rest gently on Macintosh's bicep. "Are you gonna be sick?"
A long sigh poured out of his lips. With the thoughts mostly pushed out of his mind he felt ready to speak, only for the pictures to begin rushing back the moment Sweetie's hand met with the bare skin of his arm. Even in the Summer heat Sweetie's fingers remained cold, a welcome sensation.
"No, I don't feel sick," he could feel heat on his cheeks, not hot enough that he couldn't blame it on having a few drinks.
Macintosh was finding it hard to find the words, he was never one to spend much time thinking about what he said, most people hardly hearing more than one or two words from him. It felt like his brain was trying to poison him with every erotic thought about Sweetie Belle it could manage at once. If he tried to fight the thoughts away would it make them come back even stronger? Was he supposed to just get up and leave Sweetie alone? He couldn't do that after spending all this time drinking with her for this long already. Slowly his fingers let go of the bridge of his nose and his arm fell back at his side, though Sweetie's hand remained.
"Just thinking about some things." It didn't occur to him the can of worms that this statement could bring out.
"What sort of things?" Sweetie gave Macintosh's arm a light squeeze, wanting to offer comfort in some way. His arm tensed and relaxed, a sharp inhale being sucked in through his teeth.
A glace to Sweetie was almost asking for too much, but he was unable to help himself. As Macintosh looked at the sight before him, his mind raced even faster. Her hand was dwarfed by his arm, her pale fingers a stark contrast to his own that'd been tanned over the years he'd spent working countless hours on the farm. Macintosh was a big guy, tall with a broad build, easily finding himself towering over anyone in a room. Sweetie was the opposite. Her small frame next to his was enough to make his mind race. How easy it would be for him to lift her up and carry her inside. HE could be honest with his answer at the risk of weirding out his sister's friend. But her hand was still on his arm, was he looking too far into it?
"Apologies for my crudeness, but lots of thoughts about carrying you inside with me," Macintosh figured that it could handle Sweetie telling him off. They would be able to go off their separate ways in spend the rest of their nights alone if that's what Sweetie wanted, he was expecting rejection.
The gears could be seen turning in Sweeties head as the implication behind his words registered. Her mouth hung open for a moment, her eyes widening before quickly shaking the shocked expression off of her face. Did Macintosh really just ask to carry her inside? How was she supposed to respond? Was he really asking her what she thought?
"Carry me inside?" Sweetie's voice came out soft as Macintosh met her gaze. This time Sweetie didn't jolt to tear her eyes away. It felt like his eyes were looking into her, like they were trying to read her thoughts. Was he able to?
"You'd be surprised at how comfortable my bed is, though I'm probably getting ahead of myself here," Macintosh was watching Sweetie melting under his gaze, her eyes locked into his. She was holding so still next to him, like she also hadn't made up her mind if she was allowed to be having his conversation with him. However long it would take her to make up her mind, Macintosh had no quips with getting lost in Sweetie's eyes in the meantime.
Sweetie swallowed the spit that had been collecting in her mouth, her head beginning to be tilted downwards, only to have something pressing under her chin and stopping its decent. Macintosh had a hand under her chin, keeping her head up and her eyes locked on his. Sweetie's body froze like a deer in the headlights, her head spinning. They remained like that for maybe ten seconds, and in that time Sweetie had made up her mind.
Sweetie threw herself forward the moment she saw Macintosh begin to lean forward, their lips crashing together in a clumsy kiss, their lips nearly missing each other. Macintosh slid his hand from Sweetie's chin to rest his palm against her cheek, his fingers slipping through a few strands of her hair to help steady her. Sparks were flying off around them, Macintosh's head reeling with dumbfounded thoughts, clueless as to how he managed to get Sweetie Belle to have her lips against his. Sweetie was a shy kisser, but he would just have to coax her shyness out of her.
Sweetie's arms wrapped around Macintosh's neck, his arms soon following to grab her waist, effortlessly lifting her up to straddle his hips, one of her legs on either side of him. A small whine left her lips as she was moved but as soon as she stopped moving she sunk right into him, closing the gaps between their bodies as their chests met. Both of their hearts were pounding in unison as the the situation they were in really began to settle into their brains. Macintosh broke the kiss for just a moment, his eyes half lidded as he forced one more sentence out.
"If we don't go back to the room now I don't think we'll end up making it there until we're done out here," one of his hands slid lower on Sweeties waist, giving the side of her hip a gentle squeeze, earning a breathy moan from her. It was like the heavens had opened up and presenting him like a private symphony.
"You'd do me on the porch?" Sweetie's tone was incredulous. Getting fucked on the porch of her best friend's house by her older brother? Something had to be wrong about what the two of them were doing, but the fluttery feeling Sweeties stomach was silencing any reasonable thoughts of protest from her mind, the abundance of cider certainly not helping with her judgement much.
"Are you that eager to get started?" A smirk could be heard in Macintosh's words.
A single nod from Sweetie Belle was all that it took. It was just as easy to lay Sweetie down on the bench as it was to pull her onto his lap, her small frame feeling weightless in his hands. She looked up at him as he hovered over her, one of his hands positioned above the button of her jeans. He caught her eye again, those big, pleading eyes of hers, any hesitation flying out the window. He quickly handled the button and pulled the zipper down, a shaky breath escaping his lips as Sweetie lifted her hips up to assist him with sliding them down past her hips. Tossing them onto the porch beside them, his attention was now on the white panties Sweetie had been wearing, as well as the now very noticeable wet spot beginning to form on them.
Macintosh let one hand rest on Sweeties stomach as his right hand slid under the waistband of her panties, not letting his fingers make contact with her cunt, not just yet. He wanted to see the desperation in her eyes, he wanted to toy with her, he wanted-
"Please," Sweetie's voice was barely above a whisper. It had been a shock to Macintosh to hear a fucking please from her before even doing anything in the first place. She didn't know what he was going to do to her first and that she was, asking so nicely for him to hurry up and get on with it, and who was he to deny such a request.
One of his fingers ran along her slit before slowly pushing in, his jaw clenching as he basked in the sound of Sweetie's moan. Not only was she tight, she was fucking soaked. After barely having done anything Sweetie was already dripping for him. "I can see why you didn't want to wait."
His finger slowly pumped in and out of her, his other hand abandoning its post on her stomach and him quickly beginning to work on his own pants. His cock was straining against the fabric, begging him to be let out. Not wanting to rush things, he was happy watching Sweetie rock her hips against his finger as he worked out where the most sensitive parts of her insides were. Watching her squirm on the bench, her mouth hung open and her hands gripping at the front of her shirt just to have something to ground herself to. He wouldn't have expected Sweetie to have been this sensitive, his eyebrows raising as he felt her walls clamping around his finger tighter. Sweetie's back arched, a gasping, sputtering moan escaping her, her eyes squeezing tightly closed.
"Cumming already?" He left his finger in has she rode out her orgasm, only pulling back as her gasping subsided, hooking his fingers under the elastic of the panties and tugging them down as she glanced back up at him.
"How'd you do that so fast?" Sweetie's eyes took a second to focus before she was able to properly look at Macintosh as he moved he worked to position her legs, Sweetie was helpful enough to not offer any resistance, even grabbing one of them once he let go to keep her leg up by her chest while he held the other up for her.
"You're responsive, was easy to tell what spot felt the best," Macintosh lined the head of his cock up with her pussy as he spoke, coating its head in her juices. "And now, if I'm remembering correctly-" he began to push his length into her, Sweeties mouth hanging open as she felt herself being stretched out. "-I'll be able to hit it over and over, won't I?"
Sweetie was able to manage a nod before Macintosh's hips were flush with hers, his cock buried deep inside of her. He really did try his best to go slow and take it easy on her, ease her into a gentle fuck on a nice night, only for those thoughts to be thrown out the window upon entry. HE was doing his best to keep his hips at a steady pace, with the moans that Sweetie was making every time he slammed his hips forwards was enough to drive him over the edge all on its own. Any fantasy he could have had about Sweetie paled into comparison to what he was seeing now. Her moans were heavenly, urging him to get in deeper, push his hips harder, fuck her faster, surely Sweetie would be able to take it? His arm hold her leg let go to rest around her neck, gently squeezing the sides of her neck. The way Sweetie's eyes shot open showed her surprise, but she didn't try to shake his arm away.
Macintosh wasn't able to stop himself from slamming his hips into Sweetie's, her cries increasing in pitch as he hit the deepest parts of her, the head of his cock kissing her womb with each thrust. Sweat was beading down his forehead, dripping down on whatever was under hind, most of it ending up on Sweetie, but he wasn't even sure if she would be able to notice that right now. He could feel her cumming over and over on his cock, his pace unrelenting. He wasn't ready to stop playing with her.
The gentle grip on Sweetie's thought got tighter as Macintosh felt himself getting closer to his climax, his breathing growing labored as Sweetie moaning and did her best to get small sentences out about how good everything felt. A few more rough thrusts and he could feel Sweetie cumming once again. Without skipping a beat he pulled his hips back enough to pull out, leaning back and pulling Sweetie to sit up with him. Her mouth hanging open already helped with him forcing his cock into her mouth, ignoring her gag as his cock hit the back of her throat, a low grunt leaving his lips as his cock twitched. Sweetie's hand rest on his thigh as he released his load into her mouth, filling it with pump after pump of cum. A hand being held on the back of Sweetie's head made sure that she wouldn't miss a single drop, and by the time Macintosh had finally pulled her back, she had already swallowed, leaving an empty mouth. The smirk still had yet to drop from his lips.
"Alright, let's get you to bed," Macintosh chuckled at the dazed look on her eyes, placing a soft kiss on her forehead as he tossed her clothes over her shoulder, then scooped up Sweetie into his arms, carrying her into the house and kicking the door closed behind him.
