Twintwined In Twincest and Twinbreeding

The twins practiced at the training grounds for a while but lost interest sooner than usual. Their heads weren't in it today. They retreated to their fort to mope. That was fine because peace and solitude were what they wanted most.

Looking out the window, Barley could just barely see the spot in the distance under the trees where they'd accidentally kissed. She could see her brother in her mind's eye, laying on top of her. It was such a short moment that should have been eclipsed in their memory by them getting their cutie marks but she found it impossible to strike from her brain. Not only that but every time it replayed in her head, something about the encounter would change. They'd accidentally kiss. Then he'd kiss her on purpose. Then she'd kiss him back. Their kissing would get rougher as he pressed her into the ground. Then his kisses would start going down her barrel, trailing all the way down to her- She clenched her eyes shut and shook her head, trying to dismiss the strange fantasy. She'd never thought about her brother like this before. Why was it happening now? Was it the cutie mark affecting her brain or was that brief physical contact the catalyst for some kind of awakening within her? Was Pickle having the same intrusive thoughts about her?

“Think it's been long enough?” he mumbled, looking up from his comic book.

She glanced back at him and shrugged. “Maybe if we walk back.” - - -

It was early evening by the time they returned to their cottage and the cold was beginning to set in.

“Welcome home, greeted Brandy in the kitchen. Why don't you two take a shower together while I get your dinner ready.”

Pickle shrugged. “Together? Why?”

“It'll help you bond,” she smiled. “You'll see.”

“Haven't we already bonded, being siblings and twins for our entire lives?” posed Barley.

“Yes, but this is a different kind of bonding.”

Pickle cocked an eyebrow but started toward the bathroom.

“Oh, and one last thing,” she added, opening and then closing the oven again. “Don't wash or dry yourselves; only wash and dry each other… and make sure you get everywhere,”she nodded.

The two shot dismayed glances back at her.

“For the bonding,” she explained through happy, gritted teeth.

Slowly they turned away and plodded to the bathroom. The shower was boxlike and missing a few little tiles from the wall but it was spacious enough for two foals. Pickle shut the door. Barley turned the knobs and a hush of falling water filled the bathroom. She took off her beanie and was the first to step in when the air became heavy and hot with steam.

“C'mon,” she called, eyes closed, head under the warm downpour.

Pickle pulled off his red hoodie and tossed it on the counter. Then he opened the curtain to find his sister shrouded by her dripping wet mane. He scooched in behind her. She whipped her hair back and sputtered as water ran down her muzzle. Barley moved aside thoughtfully so that her brother didn't have to shiver longer in the corner.

In the tight quarters he brushed past her slick body to get under the water. He turned in a circle to quickly saturate his whole body, then just stood there zoning out and enjoying the warmth entering his body. It wasn't long however till he was reminded of the strange goal they had been tasked with.

He flinched in surprise as he felt something stroke his withers. Almost slipping on the tiles, he turned to see Barley with a sudsy poof in her hoof.

“Sorry,” she shrugged. Mom said we have to wash each other.”

Pickle furrowed his brow. “Yeah but… we're actually doing that?”

“I guess…”

“Okay,” he mumbled suspiciously, putting his head back under the water. He felt the poof slide down his back from his neck to his dock and back again until his coat was lathered and soap dripped down his sides. The smell of cedar filled the air. As unfamiliar and unnecessary as it was, it felt nice to have somepony wash him. He accommodated her efforts by extending his wings and letting her ruffle his feathers.

Barley went down his side and under his barrel. Then, lacking any real method, just followed his foreleg down to the floor. On the way back up, she stole a glance at her brother's tranquil expression and the rivulets of water streaming down his neck from his soaked mane. She gave the same treatment to his other leg and went in circles around his neck, ending with a scalp massage. Then she turned her attention to his hindquarters.

Pickle sighed as he washed the soap from his mane. His sister began to scrub his flank, wishing it would wash off the cutie mark and make their lives normal again. Her eyes wandered over to his tail and then below that where she saw a couple of round protrusions that had gone totally ignored up to this point. Mom did say to wash everything. She held her breath. It was time for her to go where no filly in her class had gone before.

Pickle's eyes shot open and he tensed up like a statue as Barley began to softly caress his balls from the back, lathering them cautiously with suds. She side-eyed him surreptitiously as she moved down to cradle them between his legs. He said nothing. She couldn't feel much through the poof but she could sense a bit of weight to them as they swung loose, sliding in or out of his slicked up thighs. She'd seen them before on occasion but of course never touched his or anypony else's. What a weird thing to have on your body, she thought.

Barley swallowed as it occurred to her that these were not the only mysterious boy parts that needed attention. She moved on to his undercarriage where she began to scrub up and down his sheath. Pickle closed his eyes again as he felt an immediate response in his loins. His sheath began to fill and then his head emerged with mortifying eagerness. His sister had moved on before she could inspire a full scale erection in him and he hoped that she hadn't noticed.

Barley held up the poof. “Now you do me.”

He blinked. “Uh… okay.”

Pickle did a circle under the water to rinse himself off thoroughly. He shook his head and flicked his tail, casting off drops in all directions. Then he took the poof and they switched places. He added in a squeeze of her lavender soap and started on her mane, lathering it excessively as he usually did for himself. Barley closed her eyes to keep the soap out of them. She lazily let the water run over her head as he moved onward to her back. He scrubbed her sides and her legs, like his sister did, avoiding the most intimate parts till last.

He came up her hind leg to her cutie mark knowing he'd need to give her the same treatment he got. He tended to her right and left flank first. That wasn't too bad. He didn't usually touch her there and the washing gave his actions a more sensual feel.

Pickle steeled his nerves and pivoted around her backside. Her inner thigh trembled as he cautiously slid the poof between her hind legs. He pushed up into her nethers and began to scrub back and forth.

Barley moaned softly in response as the slippery poof slid down her folds and then back back again, flourishing with a slight tingle. She bit her lip as her tail flagged involuntarily, giving her brother sudden unobstructed access to her plot. Pickle blushed as he got a front row eyeful of his sister's puffy slit.

Barley shifted awkwardly even though the feeling of soap between her legs was pleasant and she was admittedly a little disappointed when it stopped.

Pickle cleared his throat as he abruptly took the poof away. “Well, I think we're all clean now.” He fled the shower while his sister rinsed off. She came out to find him standing awkwardly, dripping on the bathroom rug.

“I forgot about the dry off part.” He sheepishly hoofed her his towel.

She worked it back and forth, drying his mane first and just shimmied all the way down across his wings to his tail which she rang out. She moved on to his legs, giving his crotch a quick once over before calling it good. Then Pickle grabbed her towel and returned the favor. Thinking it awkward that they always did the hindquarters last, he went straight between her hind legs and began to rub. It did not make it less awkward but at least they'd both forgotten by the time he finished drying her mane.

They said nothing of the whole experience or the things that were surprising or enjoyable. Pickle pushed open the door, allowing the, by comparison, crisp, cool air to rush in carrying with it the smell of mom's home cooking that they were so used to. They left their towels on the hooks and wandered out with damp manes and fluffy coats.

It didn't take long for them to notice omething was different about the house since their shower. All the curtains were drawn, making it extraordinarily dim inside, almost like a faux night time effect. They entered the kitchen to find it glowing with candlelight. The table was set for just two with the nice dishes from the hutch. Their mother was just setting something on the counter straight from the oven.

“Oh, perfect timing,” she chimed in excitement. “It took me a little longer than expected so you're actually just in time. Dinner is ready.”

“Mom… this looks like it's supposed to be a date,” droned Pickle, her number one foil.

“It is.”she replied unapologetically.

The twins looked at each other skeptically.

“You two just have a seat at the table and I'll serve you up and get out of your hair.

By this time they were both very hungry and had little reservations left about what or how the food was presented. Was this really so different than how they ate lunch at school every day? Other than being alone together and it being harder to see?

“Whatever,” grumbled Pickle, getting in his chair. Barley sat across from him as the steaming food landed on her plate.

“I made your favorites,” crooned their mother, trying to lighten their dispositions and get them excited. “Hay burgers and jojo potatoes.”

“Thanks,” said Pickle as a cascade of seasoned potato wedges tumbled onto his plate.

Brandy discarded the empty baking tray on the counter. “Alright, I'll just leave you two alone.” She disappeared briskly from the room. Shortly after, there came a crackle and then the sounds of soft classical music on vinyl filled the house. The comical juxtaposition of fancy and non fancy things did not escape the foals.

“I don't think you can get burgers at a place that plays violin sonatas,” quipped Pickle.

“Just let her have this one and enjoy the burger,” sighed Barley.

Pickle squeezed a dollop of ketchup onto his plate. “So… Come here often?” he mused facetiously.

His sister snickered as she tried a potato. Despite the awful weightiness of the day. the absurdity of their surprise turned out to be a pleasant distraction.

The foals didn't say much. After all, it wasn't like they needed to get to know eachother. They were more interested in stuffing their faces. They finished their food and their mother reappeared promptly, having been watching from around the door frame like a creepy housemaid.

“Don't worry about the dishes; I'll get them later. Let's go have a look at your room.”

“Why?” grunted Pickle.

“You'll see. It's a surprise. C'mon.”

The foals shot each other dubious glances but obliged her, plodding to the open door of their room. They noticed the surprise immediately. There was now only one bed.

Their mom turned and smiled at them. “I forgot to ask but how was the shower?”

“Fine,” mumbled Pickle dismissively. “Um, where are our beds?”

“Oh they're still here.” She pointed to the freshly made bed in the center of the room. “I just pushed them together to make one big bed.”

“Because?”

“Because you're a couple now and I want you to start sleeping together. Not just in the proximity sense but also in the…” Her face contorted uncomfortably, “having sex… sense.”

The twins said nothing but continued to stare into her.

“I want you two to try having sex with each other tonight,” she explained, her smile wavering. “Now- now don't worry, I will be right here the whole time to help you through the process and answer any questions you have along the way. I have visual aides to help explain how it all works.”

She snatched up a select couple of pages from atop their dresser and held them high in her wings. They were clipped from a pornographic magazine. “Only the basic stuff,” she assured them. “I don't want to overwhelm you when you're just starting out.”

Was this the correct way to do this, she wondered. There were no books explaining this part but if there was a right way to do it, it was probably something like what she was doing, counter intuitive as it felt.

“Mom, this sounds completely nuts,” Pickle deadpanned. “You can't be serious.”

“Please just give it a try. If you don't like this, I'll never ask you to do it again but the odds are heavily in my favor that you'll enjoy it.”

The twins slowly turned to one another, still not quite believing this was actually happening.

“Remember, this is what your cutie marks are about and you haven't even tried it yet.”

Pickle scratched his head. “I… guess…”

“Barley?”

“Ugh… okay.”

Their mom swallowed nervously. “Great. So let's start right now. Go ahead and lay on your bed facing each other. I'm just going to stand behind the open closet door just to give you a little more privacy.”

The twins slunk to their strangely large bed and laid down woodenly just as she prescribed.

“So, I know you've already had sex ed which means thankfully we're not starting from a blank slate here. You know basically how this works but there's probably a few things they glossed over in class like foreplay. That's the part where you're preparing your bodies for the act of breeding.”

“Are we literally breeding here?” asked Pickle, mystified.

“Um, we'll see but don't think about that right now; stay in the moment.” Brandy decided not to mention then that Barley had already ingested most of a fertility potion at dinner. She sighed with embarrassment as she put her spiel together in her head. “So anyway, in short, Pickle, you need your penis to be hard. Barley, you need your vagina to be lubricated and those things typically happen naturally during foreplay. So I want you to try this: lay face to face, close your eyes and kiss.”

Barley blushed. Pickle's heart was beating in his ears. They laid there, staring into each other until finally Pickle took the initiative and closed his eyes and suddenly things felt a little easier. He pursed his lips as they slowly scooted their faces together. First he felt her hot breath. Then he felt a familiar softness landing on his lips, stirring up memories of their accident in the woods. It was so much more tender this time. They parted gently and then opened their eyes again. They looked warily back at their observant mother, only finding her her eyes peeking around the edge of the closet door.

“That was good,” she encouraged. “Now just keep doing it for a while.”

They closed their eyes again and felt for each other. When their lips connected, they felt an unexpected spark. Inexperienced and still hesitant, they kissed with clearly punctuated pecks.

As strange as everything about this was, it still felt nice and Pickle could feel a tightening between his legs. Slowly they came to discover that slightly parted lips intensified the sensation and they began to feel the wetness in each other’s mouths.

Barley moaned softly the way she did when he touched her in the shower and it did something to him. Brandy checked in on them uncomfortably as their makeout session gradually became more passionate. They seemed to be taking to this whole thing quicker than even she was hoping. There was now no doubt that this was their calling.

Their hooves began to travel one another’s bodies. She waited a bit longer before initiating the next phase.

She cleared her throat. “Um, okay, let’s take a break and see what your bodies are doing.”

The twins pulled away from each other and looked down their bodies to see the tip of Pickle’s rock hard cock staring back at them.

Brandy’s eyes went to the floor. “Well, it looks like Pickle is ready. How about you, Bar? Notice anything different with your body?”

“Um… I’m not sure,” she replied timidly.

“Reach down between your legs and check.”

Barley slid a hoof down to her fillyhood and began to explore her own folds. As she kneaded them apart, it didn’t take long to discover a slick wetness there that wasn’t residual shower water. It was coming from inside her. “It’s wet,” she murmured.

Their mother nodded. “Then you’re all ready but first do you mind if Pickle checks you too?”

“O- okay.”

“Go ahead, Pickle.“

The colt reached hesitantly down between her thighs and began to feel around. His hoof teased her lower lips apart, eliciting a tiny gasp from his sister.”

“Uh, yeah, it is wet,” he agreed.

“Keep exploring,” prodded their mother. “There’s a special spot just above that wet hole that’s very sensitive to touch. See if you can find it but be gentle.”

Ignoring the presence of their mother, Barley shifted from her side to spread her legs apart a bit more. Pickle held his breath as he began to clumsily map out his sister's labia, smearing her juices around and making it a slippery mess.

Barley squirmed as he grazed the center of her pleasure node. That was something she needed more of. He circled around, believing he'd found the right area until Barley took his hoof and guided it straight to her clit where she began to work it in tiny circles much to her delight.

“That feels good,” she breathed shakily. “Keep going.”

Pickle continued to massage the little fleshy nub with the edge of his hoof. He was gentle but firm as he tried to emulate the brief motions she'd shown him. The tensing of her whole body confirmed to him that his efforts were indeed having an effect on her.

She clenched her eyes tighter and bit her lip as the pleasure began to mount inside. Her legs shook involuntarily and her breathing became labored as her brother serviced her fillyhood. She let out a high pitched squeak almost sounding pained.

Pickle slowed his pace in concern. “Are you okay?”

“Keep going,” she gasped without opening her eyes, almost as if she were trying to hold onto that moment.

Pickle redoubled his efforts, not quite sure of what was happening to her but trusting of his sister's emphatic command.

Her pelvis continued to wriggle as her vocalizations became louder and more frenetic. It really sounded like she was in distress but he kept rubbing her, wondering how much larger her outbursts could become.

She cried out one final time. Then arched her back, mouth open wide as she suddenly seized in a full body shudder. She gave a heavy sigh, then relaxed.

“Okay, you- you can stop,” she panted.

“What just happened?”

“You just gave her an orgasm,” offered their mother, peering ambivalently from behind the door and looking like a pony braced for an explosion.

“Oh, well that's good, right?”

“Why don’t you ask your sister?”

He turned to his twin who was still reeling in the afterglow.

“That was the best thing ever,” she slurred.

”Good job, Pickle. And while we’re talking about it, it’s important to remember that when you have sex, not everything you do will feel the same for both of you which is why you should make sure that everyone is having a good time and is satisfied in the end.”

He looked at his own hoof, noting the light playing off his sister's juices as he gestated on the words of his mother for a moment though it was difficult with the ache between his legs. “So… now what?”

“Well, there’s a lot of really fun things that you can do, for instance what you just did was called a hoofjob but you can explore more of that stuff later. I think it’s probably a good idea to get to the main event now. So, Barley, whenever you’re feeling ready, why don’t you stand on the floor.”

Barley exhaled and rolled off of the bed. She stood on the rug as instructed, a little unsure about whatever was happening.

“Alright, Pickle. Now you mount her just like this.” Brandy held out a page she'd ripped from a porn magazine depicting two ponies rutting vanilla style in the throes of ecstasy but not explicitly showing penetration.

“Oh, yeah,” nodded Pickle as if some scholastic memory had just jared loose in his brain. He stepped carefully off of the bed and looked at his sister's rear and her teal tail.

“It's easier to find the target if you move your tail out of the way, Bar.”

Barley flagged her tail to the side and waited nervously. Pickle looked to see her glistening, slicked up entrance just waiting there, all for him. He swallowed nervously before rearing up. His forelegs came down on either side of her barrel. Barley jostled under his wait but stood solidly. He inched up close to her till he felt himself poke into her rear and his tip nestled into a little warm pocket. Barley gasped at the pressure at her entrance and the impending invasion of her most sacred place.

Pickle paused on the precipice. He’d never felt anything like this and he wasn’t even inside her yet. This was it. Once he was in there, there was no going back. He could never say he hadn’t fucked his sister.

“Now be very gentle at first,” cautioned their mother. “Then, depending on how Barley is feeling, maybe you can speed up.”

Pickle inhaled sharply and pushed forward. His cock squeezed inside her, all the way in till their thighs kissed. He grunted into his sister’s mane, overwhelmed as their bodies interlocked in the most perfect of ways and he felt his entire length embraced by her. They groaned in unison as he pulled back and pushed into her again, her pussy clenching hungrily around his base.

Brandy averted her eyes to the floor. With any luck, her consultation was no longer needed and instinct would guide them.

Pickle soon found a rhythm in his hips as he wrapped his forelegs snugly around his sister's barrel. Barley widened her stance a bit as she rocked on her hooves with the soft impact of her brother's thrusts. Pickle nuzzled into the crook of her neck as they both moaned. Hearing no protest from Barley, he sped up a little, chasing the pleasant buildup of pressure in his loins. The longer they went, the better it seemed to feel. It was both unreal and indescribable. There was nothing to compare to the sensation of being buried deep in her pussy.

Barley threw her head back with a gasp as their thighs began to clap. She squeaked, her cavern throbbing with every plunge from her brother.

Pickle was fast approaching his peak. His mind went blank as his first climax rocked his body. He squeezed his sister for dear life as his cock pulsed inside her. Instinctively he pushed deeper, grunting and trembling atop her. The wave of bliss crashed over him. His body relaxed atop his sister and he let out a labored exhale.

When it felt like it was over and his legs had stopped being rubber, Pickle dismounted and pulled out of his sister. A bit of his seed dripped from her swollen lips before they disappeared behind the veil of her tail. His sloppy colthood retreated slowly as they stood panting, scarcely believing what had just happened.

“Well, it seems like you had fun,” began their mother, suddenly reminding them of her presence. “From now on you can do it any time you like as long as you’re being safe and private about it. I certainly don’t need to be present in the future and if you’d like more ideas about other things you can do, you can take a look through the little stack of visual aides I’m leaving you. And if you have any questions, you can always ask me anything. I'll just leave you two alone for now.”

Not wanting to be there any longer than never, Brandy nodded curtly and left to go process this seismic paradigm shift in their family.

For a few moments the twins stood speechless and unable to tackle either the enormity or the strangeness of the moment.

“I feel like I need another shower,” Barley murmured. - - -

That night the twins laid awake in their new bed, thinking about having to go back to school and face their peers again but somehow the issue seemed dwarfed now by the discovery of their enjoyment of sex and the fact that they now suddenly had free reign to explore this huge, uncharted frontier together.

Together they'd poured over the hooful of visual aides their mother had left in their room which stirred up a whole kaleidoscope of lewd fantasies in their brains. New amazing things were just waiting to be discovered tomorrow night or whenever they had four walls and a free moment.

“I want to do it again,” whispered Pickle. “Like, right now.”

“Me too,” agreed Barley. “But I don’t want to get out of bed.”

“I can just lay on top of you, like in the picture,” he suggested eagerly.

“Oh yeah, we can try that.”

Barley grunted as he rolled clumsily on top of her, still beneath the sheets. They found each other's lips in the dark and let out a mutual groan of sensual satisfaction. Pickle planted his forehooves on either side of her head, their kissing deepening pushing the boundaries of what they had done so far.

Barley hummed as their mouths gradually opened wider and wider with each kiss as if trying to devour each other. Their form was lacking and they were coating each other in saliva but their roaring desires made up for it.

Between Barley's legs she felt his engorged flare skim tantalizingly across her slick entrance.

“Ready?” he groaned in a delirious head rush.

The only answer she gave was wiggling a forehoof between their bodies to push his tip down inside her. Then she recaptured his lips with her own. Pickle pushed all the way inside causing them to groan into each other's mouths. He pumped slowly as their kissing returned to its previous intensity. Barley raised her hind legs around her brother's midsection and was immediately rewarded, discovering that it allowed him to go even deeper. His balls slapped her plot as the bed began to creak softly. Her pussy squelched with each pump from the cum and dampness left over from their previous session.

Pickle broke their kiss to catch his breath but did not slow the pace of his thrusts. His sister's hind legs quivered around him as they went careening into mutual ecstasy. He went back to smothering her mouth with his as her impassioned squeals became higher and higher as she climbed toward climax.

Barley grabbed around her brother's withers with trembling forehooves as her pelvis bucked violently, setting off fireworks in her brain. Her clenching pussy vigorously stroked Pickle's pistoning length. That combined with his sister's erotic cries pushed him over the finish line. He grunted and shook in the vice grip of her legs as he erupted inside her for the second time that day.

When both of their bodies had settled into a hazy tingle and the only thing they could hear was soft panting and beating hearts, Pickle rolled off of her, dizzy and exhausted. They had never cuddled before. The closest they'd ever come was when trying to comfort one another but tonight it just felt right. They nuzzled in close, head to head but at such an angle that they weren't getting facefulls of each other's breath. Their bodies were apart but their hooves were together.

Though they were new to this, they were learning fast. Everything just seemed to click naturally between them and that night they both fell asleep believing they truly were meant for each other.