Twintwined in Twincest and Twinbreeding Part Two

“It's completely fine to start your breeder lifestyle or even a family before you get married,” posed Pickle, slumping forward in his chair. “You could wait a while or you could even choose not to get married; it's not for everyone. It's not like you don't know what it's like living together. You've been doing that your whole lives except I guess now you don't at school,” he shrugged.

“You seem like you like marriage though, don't you?” asked Pumpkin thoughtfully.

“We do,” answered Barley. “Right?” she turned to her sibling expectantly.

“Of course,” he agreed vehemently. “We got married really young but we have no regrets. Maybe it's just a mental thing but it did make us feel more… official.”

Pound rubbed his chin in wonder. “So I get that we don't need marriage to feel fulfillment in our cutie mark but how do we like… spark the attraction between us that's supposed to happen?” asked Pound.

Pickle ran his tongue across his teeth and thought. “You can try taking a shower together. I mean take a real shower with soap and shampoo. And while you're in there make sure to wash each other, not yourselves. Then dry each other off when you get out.

Pound's eyes narrowed skeptically as he considered the suggestion. “Are you sure about that?”

Pickle cocked his head to the side. “It worked for us.”

The Cake Twins looked at each other, then at the bathroom door confirming they were both on the same page.

“Can we use your shower right now?” asked Pound, trying to mask his sudden intrigue.

Pickle nodded hospitably. “Go for it.”

“I'm going to go feed the baby,” informed Barley as she plodded away toward the door. “I'm overdue and about to explode.”

“Then I'm going to stay here and enjoy one of those rare moments alone.” He left his chair, got on one of the big beds and flopped over with an exaggerated sigh.

The twins looked at each other again with equal parts trepidation and excitement. They turned away and wandered into the bathroom together. The room was certainly befitting a castle, almost spa-like in appearance, marble walls with a spacious shower and a double sink. The counter was made up like a nice hotel with a host of free incidentals but with upscale products that were full size.

Pumpkin switched the water on in the glass cage of the shower with her magic. She adjusted the temperature by her best understanding. The fixtures were a little more modern than she was used to.

“Isn't this really weird?" asked Pound over the hiss of the water. It was, but beyond the strangeness of the moment was something on the horizon that they'd been yearning for, sex. Suddenly it was within reach for both of them not just within reach but a free, all you could eat buffet of it. It was mind-blowing but there was still the matter of the catch.

“I guess we'll see how weird it is," replied Pumpkin watching the steam begin to billow overtop of the shower. She then shrugged dismissively. “If it is weird at least showers are fun.”

Pumpkin slid open the big glass panel and stepped in first. She happily moved under the downpour, the warm water melting the tension from her body. Her perky mane collapsed. She twisted the knob a tiny bit to turn the heat down. Pound came in behind her and noticed that there were actually two shower heads on opposite sides.

He quickly turned on the second shower making sure to stand to the side to avoid a blast of cold water. His sister squealed as she was caught in the crossfire of both showers and lurched out of the way.

“Sorry,” he laughed, feeling the water temperature with his hoof. At least it became warm quickly and then he stepped into the deluge. Pound exhaled. The siblings locked eyes and smiled back at one another. It was pretty nice so far. Not weird yet.

“Want to wash me first?" asked Pumpkin, floating a shampoo bottle in front of him.

“Okay,” he breathed before taking the bottle from her. She stepped out of the water and bowed her head almost submissively for him, her bedraggled man dripping on the tiles. Pound squeezed the bottle directly into her hair and set the shampoo aside. With both hooves he began to lather her mane. Pumpkin closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of her brother massaging her head. He used too much product. She could feel soap suds piling up around her ears. She could hear the tiny bubbles crackling and the suds plopping on the floor.

“Okay, you can wash off while I get your tail.”

A little disappointed that the scalp massage was over already, Pumpkin spun around and presented him with her dripping backside. Then she closed her eyes and held her head under the water. Pound gave her tail the same treatment adding less shampoo this time. He slicked her hair from end to end. She felt a hard tug on her tail as he worked in the soap. It unexpectedly sent a shiver up her spine and she waited for him to do it again. Her mouth opened as she felt a second firmer tug that turned into not just chills but a tingle as if something were happening to her. It was strangely exciting.

Despite being back there and having pretext to, he did not peek directly under her tail. This was all about getting used to each other but he would get there soon enough he presumed. No sense rushing into things and risking making it awkward.

“All done,” he declared, rinsing off his hooves.

Pumpkin turned back around to face him and let the water run over her rump.

Pound grinned sheepishly at her. “Time for body wash I guess?”

Pumpkin compliantly turned her side to him and waited.

He picked up the brand of fancy stuff that they would never buy at home and squirted it along his sister's back in the same haphazard manner. He began to rub it in and it was all she could do to keep from groaning at the feel of his touch. Was this just nice because it was a massage or was it extra nice for some other reason?

She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of hooves gliding all over her body. The scent of fresh fruit wafted into her nostrils with the heavy humidness of the steam.

Pound massaged her front first around her neck and down her forelegs. He traveled back slowly, getting just one of her sides all the way to her flank. He went down one leg and then back up.

His trepidation became apparent when he slowed. His eyes fixed on the gap between her flank and her soaked tail a place he'd never intentionally looked before. His hoof slid up her inner thigh spreading the slickness of the wash. Then suddenly he was cupping her fillyhood. He rubbed in circles to work up a lather. Pumpkin's hindquarters trembled as the tingle intensified. He was turning her on; there was no mistaking it.

Pound went as long as he dared to. He watched as her lower lips pursed and then parted with a little flash of pink in between. His heart skipped a beat at the glimpse of his sister's most intimate and secret place. He swallowed as he continued on like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. She wasn't the only one feeling something happening between her legs.

Pound glanced at the strange cutie mark that looked just as foreign on her as it did on him. He went down her leg and then up and then around the other side of her, picking up his pace, trying to put distance between what he was doing and the place where he'd been. What did she think of that he wondered. Was it as unexpectedly thrilling for her as it was for him? He looked and saw that her eyes were still closed. He watched her motionless soapy form for a while before realizing that they had both zoned out.

“Uh, you can rinse now,” he murmured.

Her eyes fluttered open and she walked under the water. The aromatic suds washed off of her and down the drain. She turned to him and shook the excess water from her mane before ringing it out with her hooves. Her loins still buzzed.

“Your turn," she said, floating the half empty bottle in the air.

He bowed his head in front of her but did not close his eyes, instead watching her as she began to work on his mane. He had less hair than her so she got him fully lathered quicker. A trickle of suds slid into his eye and he winced in pain.

“Ow!”

“Close your eyes, stupid,” she laughed. “You can wash it out now.”

Pound quickly stuck his head under the water and let it wash out the shampoo. He opened his stinging right eye to help flush it out as well. Before he was even done he felt his sister going to work on his tail.

Pumpkin worked the shampoo into his dock but her eyes drifted to the two orbs below it. Should she just wash them now? No, she'd use the body wash instead. She had to admit though they were fascinating and she wondered what they felt like. The weird feeling inside her continued to grow.

Pound washed off his tail while she grabbed the bottle of body wash. The levitating bottle squirted soap on his back like she was putting mustard on a hot dog. She reared up and scrubbed him firmly with both hooves all over without any real method or pattern. Anticipation welled within Pound as he waited to see what she would do between his legs.

Her hoof traveled down to his undercarriage where she swabbed with the soap. When she reached the sheath she was surprised to find that it didn't feel as empty as it usually looked. She stroked him back and forth. Pound could feel an uncomfortable tightness gathering between his hind legs. Pumpkin could feel his sheath filling out. Something was growing inside from her touch and she liked it. She looked down surreptitiously to see the pink flare of his cock emerging. Despite wanting to continue and watch the transformation in its entirety, she moved on… sort of.

Pumpkin slid her hoof across his flank and around the back. Pushing through her sudden hesitation, she went straight to cradling his balls in her hoof. She began to slather them with soap. They became slippery as she juggled them softly back and forth. Pound bit his lip and shifted his hips as he felt himself getting harder and harder rather quickly.

After realizing that she was maybe giving this area excessive attention she moved onward but the temptation lingered. She quickly did his hind legs and then moved on to the other side. Looking underneath him she saw that he was fully aroused now. They had both drawn the necessary physical responses out of each other. Did that mean they had the attraction?

Suddenly she realized there was now more of him to wash down there. The part that used to be on the inside was now on the outside and dripping with shower water. It was standing so stiff and straight, almost defying gravity. Pound’s anticipation grew as the pause in the scrubbing continued. Suddenly he felt his sister's hoof clutch the underside of his shaft with a new blob of body wash on it. She began scrubbing up and down his length first along the underside and then along the top. She twisted her hoof on the bluntness of his squishy tip and marveled at just how inflexible the whole apparatus was. Pumpkin felt an intense heat between her legs; it seemed that they were both as turned on as they could possibly be.

Pound moaned softly at the continued slippery friction along his member. Pumpkin was struck with a sudden feral urge. She wanted her brother inside her now. She let go of him and exhaled shakily as it felt like her heart was beating out of her chest.

“Go ahead and rinse," she ordered, not remembering if she had even finished scrubbing the rest of his body or not.

Without a word he moved under the water. She watched him become drenched and drippy for a while, imagining how he felt about the whole thing now. She joined him in the downpour. He turned to face her and they locked in a stare, rivulets of water running down their faces.

Pound swallowed as he leaned in closer to her. His eyes stayed open to gauge her reaction. Pumpkin's breath hitched but she leaned forward to meet him. Their muzzles touched and their eyes closed. Their lips opened and locked together in a sensual embrace that put their blind kiss to shame. Pumpkin sighed as the kiss deepened and she pushed forward. But just as suddenly as it started, Pound pulled away. He twisted the water off.

Pumpkin blinked at him quizzically. “Are we just gonna stop?”

He looked back at her, his lips still tingling. Who had she been kissing, he wondered. “What do you mean by ‘stop?’” he breathed.

Pumpkin turned off the other shower head with her magic. “I mean what are we doing?”

“Trying to find out if this feels right.”

“Well, does it?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t you want to rut?”

“Yeah, I wanna do everything… like right now. But I'm scared. I think we should use a bed the first time. It's softer and less slippery.”

“Well, dry me off,” she insisted, charging from the shower onto the rug.

Pound followed her out and snatched a neatly folded towel from the towel bar. He threw it over his sister's head and began to tousle her mane. Her shrouded horn looked funny. He shimmied the towel down her back all the way to her tail. Then he did each leg individually and tossed the damp cloth over the shower wall to dry.

Pumpkin shook her head and whipped her tail. Then she levitated the other towel from the bar to her brother and gave him the same treatment. She looked underneath him to see his erection was still throbbing at full mast. The two exited the steamy room to find that not only was Barley back but she was on top of her brother in full make out mode. They laid on the window side bed softly moaning as they explored each other’s lips. Her hips were rolling as she grinded her wet pussy up and down his thick shaft.

Pickle's eyes flicked open and he paused their kiss to address the Cake Twins. “Oh, hey, how was it? Feel anything?”

Barley turned to look at them and brushed a lock of hair from her eye but stayed straddling her brother, folds cupped around his girth.

“Yeah, I think we're ready to go further,” answered Pound.

“Oh, you mean rut?” asked Pickle well there's an open bed right there he pointed to the neighboring bed on the other side of the room. We were just getting ready to make our next foal is all. Don't mind us. Actually if you have any questions feel free to ask.”

“And help yourself to the fertility potions on the nightstand.” Barley gestured to an open satchel with a row of vials. We only brought the girl ones though.” she shrugged.

And with that they went back to kissing and caressing one another. Pound looked at the inviting bed and scratched his head. They're flippant and congenial attitude toward the situation was equal parts weird and enticing. Just do it right here all together? The Barrel Twins we're already preoccupied with their own thing. They didn't care about modesty so why should they. He felt that aching between his legs coaxing him onward no matter the cost. He was up for it if she was.

Pound turned back to his sister just in time to see her wiping her mouth and tossing an empty vial in the trash can. She pounced on to the bed and laid out.

“C’mon,” she beckoned.

He spared a glance over at the other couple who were getting heavier in their foreplay. Having never done this kind of thing before it occurred to him that they made a good visual aid. It was no exaggeration that they were experts, so just doing what they did was probably a pretty good recipe for success.

Pound climbed up onto the bed and hovered over his sister. They locked eyes again and they were immediately back in that moment they broke off in the shower. He laid down upon her barrel and opened his mouth fitting his lips around hers. She moaned with desire and wrapped her hooves around his neck to pull him in closer. He matched her enthusiasm, opening his mouth wider. His tongue slipped inside her. She gave him her tongue in kind and soon they were swirling about together. He began to nibble and suck on her lips. She allowed him to take over, just laying back and enjoying his exploring of her.

Pound heard moaning from across the room. His teeth gripped her ear as his eyes flicked over to the other bed. Barley was laying back, mouth open, her legs parted. Her brother had his muzzle buried intently between them. He was… eating her out. His eyes rested on Barley's face and the twisted smirk on her open mouth; she was loving it. Could he do that too?

He finished toying with her ear and then pushed himself up to hover over Pumpkin once more. Their eyes met briefly and then he decidedly shimmied down to her midsection. He nipped the soft flesh there causing her stomach to tremble. Then he moved even further down. He was right at eye level with her swollen slit. There was a telltale line of dampness down the part of her opening.

This couldn't be that hard, could it? Pound recalled the lurid details of the Barrels’ stories and stuck out his tongue. Pumpkin’s hips squirmed as she felt her brother's wet tip slide up the length of her slit. He did it again and again, his tongue carving a little deeper each time into her folds.

Meanwhile barley was heaving with ecstasy. Her hooves were clamped desperately to the top of her brother's head as she pushed him deeper into her snatch. Pickle massaged her clit between his lips before sucking it in. Barley cried out thrusting her pelvis into his face over and over. His tongue lashed across her captive meat, exciting it to new heights.

In the opposing bed Pound had found his sister's engorged clit and began to lap it up furiously. He loved the way the slick nub bounced on his tongue and how Pumpkin squeaked and squirmed under his efforts. Her eyes clenched shut like her thighs around his cheeks. This was the best thing she'd ever felt in her life and it just kept getting better and better.

The loudest thing in the room was Barley who was now at the peak of her pleasure and teetered on the edge, shamelessly moaning to the heavens has she rocked her hips, fucking her brother's mouth. She squeezed herself in and out of his lips. Then she gritted her teeth as climax racked her body. Her back stiffened but her thighs turned to jello on either side of his head and all the tension coiled within her released.

The wailing coming from across the room didn't even register in Pumpkin's brain as she felt her own loins amassing pleasure at an unfathomable rate. Her brother had found the right spot and he was attacking it mercilessly. Though his tongue was getting tired he was spurred on by his sisters cries.

“Keep- keep doing that,” she gasped as if on the edge of a sneeze. “I'm almost there.”

He buried his nose in her mound, stroking her clit with one final push up the hill. Then it hit her with breathtaking intensity. Her body was electrified with ecstasy. Her hips bucked involuntarily her limbs seized. Her final moan gave way to short and shallow pants for air like she'd forgotten to breathe the moment he went down on her.

Despite the filly's animated crescendo, The Barrel Twins weren't paying any attention to them; they were off in their own little world carrying on as if completely alone.

Pumpkin's head rolled to the side as she continued to shutter for breath. She saw the older two who had finished before them had moved on to something new. They'd switched positions. Now Pickle was the one on his back and Barley was between his legs. Her lips were wrapped around the base of his dick, her head bobbing slowly as she plunged it deep into her throat. That seemed like an obvious next step thought Pumpkin.

She glanced down at her brother to see that he was also looking to the other two for wordless guidance. The Cake Twins shared a moment of telepathic accord. Pound flopped down on the mattress beside his sister. She rolled on top of him. He felt her hot breath hit him in the neck before she shimmied down out of his field of view. He held his breath, not knowing exactly what would happen next.

Pumpkin felt his hot, pulsing member slide across her cheek as she arrived between his thighs. She pushed herself up and took a good look. She'd never seen him or anyone from this angle before. His rock solid cock arched up along his undercarriage. Below it hung his balls into the gap between his hind legs. She immediately began to tease and swirl them around. Her hoof went up between them and they poured over either side which was strangely satisfying to her, both to see and feel. Still holding his balls, she grabbed his cock with her other hoof and bent it downward to her awaiting mouth.

Pound sighed as he felt his flare pop into the warm wetness of his sister's mouth. It continued sliding in deeper atop her tongue with an indescribable sensation. She continued going down to his medial ring where she paused to feel the peculiar feature with her lips, naturally bobbing her head. She enjoyed the feeling of the ring catching as it went in and out of her mouth. He groaned as she began to fondle his balls again in tandem.

Her counterpart, Barley, was a little more aggressive and a lot more confident in her technique. Pickle put a hoof on her head as it rose and fell, taking all of him, her jaw bouncing softly off his nuts. She ascended all the way up his slick shaft. Then she locked her lips around Pickle's tip and stroked him firmly with one hoof. Looking up at him, she saw a glazed expression on his face.

“We'd better stop,” he breathed shakily. “Don't want to waste anything.”

She plunged his cock all the way down her throat one last time and then pulled off slowly with a squeaking pop. She stood up on the bed and walked forward till her head hung above the line of untouched pillows. She looked back over her shoulder and saw her brother scrambling to his hooves. She stretched out her wings and shook them, rustling her feathers before folding them neatly again and bracing for impact.

She flicked her tail to the side and waited. Pickle's forelegs clasped roughly around her midsection as his weight landed on her. Inching up higher and nestling up close, she felt his fat tip press into her. She hummed as she felt herself pop open for him to slide all the way inside. He let out a sigh and nipped her neck as they nested fully together. He drew back and pushed in. Barley braced one hoof the top of the headboard to act as a shock absorber for his thrusts.

Pumpkin ran her tongue up the length of her brother's cock and looked over at the couple on the bed beside them. They had transitioned to their final act, rutting. It was time she guessed. She let go of him and stood up.

“Come on, let's do it," she commanded, pointing to the others.

Pound looked over at them to see their thighs clapping rhythmically with well practiced athleticism. Barley's face was contorted as she moaned. He exhaled and got up slowly to stand with his sister. She mirrored Barley's position on the bed and looked back at him with flagged tail. Pound looked directly between her flanks to see her dripping fillyhood anxiously awaiting him.

Pound glanced back at the Barrel Twins noting their exact position and how he should be as the colt. It was nice that they used the most basic and natural of positions. He refocused on his sister, heart trembling. This was it. He flopped down upon her back and grabbed her by the sides. He wriggled closer as his hips cinched up behind hers. Then he felt his tip graze her flank but her curvature guided it to the center where it kissed the hot dampness of her entrance. This was going to be amazing.

Pound eased slowly forward. Her folds parted allowing him to slide in gradually and pumpkin lost her breath. She felt a satisfying burn as she stretched around him and he went deeper. Pound bit his lip as he pushed forward and the sensation swallowed his whole length. He was hilted fully inside her, wrapped in her body heat and slathered in her juices. Overwhelmed he exhaled into her mane, tickling her ear. They held that position until their senses returned enough to become aware of Barley's moaning and the soft clapping coming from the other bed.

Pound pulled back and drove into her, the movement came surprisingly naturally and gave them both an immediate pleasure high.

On the other side of the room Pickle had picked up his rhythm. Barley panted with half lidded eyes and a drunk looking smile. Her flanks rippled with each impact. Her hooves now both on the headboard kept her head from banging the wall. Pickle's face looked pained. He squeezed her tight while nuzzling his chin into her withers. He sprinted to the finish line and then suddenly his balls twitched with release. He thrusted hard and deep into her one last time as his cock throbbed, hot seed surging into his sister.

Barley's smile widened as she felt him pulsing inside her, his copious amount of cum overflowing from her well and dripping down her hind legs.

The tightness of Pumpkin’s pussy and the wetness at her hind end combined for a loud sucking squelch with every one of Pickle’s thrusts. She extended a hoof to the wall to keep herself from falling forward from the growing frenzy. His grunts grew louder over her shoulder, now dominating the sound of the room. His heavy breath condensed like sweat on her coat. The feeling of being filled by him was immeasurably satisfying. She could picture them continuing to do this everyday and everywhere just like the Barrels.

A pressure was building inside Pound's loins. He was about to blow his load in his own sister and it sounded incredible. He slammed harder feeling his balls swing with wild abandon. Pumpkin cried out under the intense pummeling of her backside. In that primal moment neither of them spared even a brief concern for being the focal point of the room.

Heat shot up through Pounds’ length. He erupted inside her but he kept pumping his hips, legs trembling with ecstasy. He finally stopped with a tight squeeze, a guttural sigh and one last spurt. His body sagged atop hers and they stayed like that for a few moments.

“That was pretty fun,” breathed Pumpkin.

“How are we going to keep doing this at boarding academy?" asked Pound presumptuously. “I mean without a place we can stay together.”

He pulled out of her and collapsed on the bed. Pumpkin joined him but they were decidedly not as close or cuddly as the couple in the other bed. Just because the physical attraction was there didn't mean the romance part was.

“We'll figure something out," she murmured. “The important thing though is that we know this is what we want.”

Barley left her brother on the bed and went to the bathroom to fix her mane. Their session was complete and the duties of parenthood were calling.

“You must have felt it,” began Pickle, now sitting on the bed. “It feels right, doesn't it?”

Pound and pumpkin looked at each other and then nodded slowly.

Suddenly the door creaked open and Brandy stepped inside with the baby on her back. Her eyebrows raised when the powerful smell of musk and pheromones hit her.

“Hi Mom,” greeted Pickle casually.

The Cakes craned their necks curiously to look in from behind her.