Bucking with her Big Brother

Screeching louder than ever before, the barn doors opened, Big Mac using both of his front hooves to do this. A deep, white light poured in with dust from the once still ground floating around the two. The brother stepped forth, looking around at their privacy. “We should be fairly distanced away from the house. Ah wouldn’t worry about Granny Smith way out here… Applejack?”

He turned to her from beyond the threshold of the doorway, an interesting look upon his face. “Yeah, Big Mac?” his sister asked.

“Look, you really serious ‘bout this? You and me, doing this? Ah means, we’re family and all, but, Ah didn’t think it’d go this far. You buckin’ with me was cute, but did you honestly want me to buck back, so to speak? I think…?”

Applejack answered quickly, but not in words. Instead, she came closer to him, her eyes closing tightly, and her lips puckering up to make contact. For a moment, right before they kissed, she thought he might’ve been defensive, push her away, or at least protest, but no. He just stood there, literally allowing her the opportunity, and what was Applejack to do? Shy away from taking advantage?

Instead, they kissed with the doors slowly starting to close behind them on their own, and then, they were in darkness together. With his hefty, strong hooves, Big Mac began guiding his excited sister over to a pile of hay, still connected, and thoroughly turned on himself. As they landed, Applejack’s back against the mound, Big Mac took a breath to say, “Well, if you insist!”

With his front hooves pushing her chest down, and angling himself right, he noticed Applejack taking the time to observe her brother’s packaging, admiring its impressive length and width. “No wonder they call you ‘big’!”

“Heh…”

With a sudden, downward thrust, he pushed himself through easily, penetrating Applejack’s all too ready slit. Typically, the mare began to wiggle underneath him, her hooves latching onto his back as a cry of ecstasy was released, but she stayed in place as best she could. Without question, she was enjoying her time with Big Mac, perhaps a bit too much with the way she began to try and move upwards. “Hey, sis?” Big Mac asked in a kind voice. “Why don’cha let me do the work?”

With every shake she gave came a moan of pleasure, and then a blink of longing for him, but she nodded all the same, and let him take control of the situation. She looked up at her sibling of a stallion, her head lowering cutely while the hat tried to hide her blushing cheeks, breathing deeply, and staring at his intrusion. She took a moment to make eye contact, but smiled upon seeing him, and with a little quiver of her lower lip, too, Big Mac's all too eager smile grew even bigger before he nervously warned her, “I’m gonna put more of it in now, and start moving, okay?”

“Do it!’

Even before he was inside, Big Mac could feel the heat coming off her. It was an unbelievable feeling, to know how his own family member was under the cover, or more properly, when taking a roll in the hay. The smell she had on was probably made due to the long periods of waiting for this precious moment. If he didn’t know better, Big Mac might’ve thought it was emanating from something way too warm to be a section of his own sister’s pony pussy. This warmth helped him become a little carried away with what he was doing, and as Applejack held a hoof for further comfort, pulling him deeper within as well, he slid his member farther than he originally planned on doing. First, he kept it there, just to the halfway point, and then all the way to the ring after another second went by.

“Ahh! Y-yah, right there!”

“You alright?” Big Mac checked.

“Y-yes! Just don’t stop, cowboy!” the mare pleaded.

He followed the order to start thrusting immediately, not wasting anymore time talking. The look on the mare before him, too, said she’d never felt anything more grand in her whole, young life. Not only that, but her pussy was clenching right around his powerful dick like a hot lovesock, squeezing that brotherly cock of his so needingly, it must've been begging for him never to leave her, not for a moment’s time. Soon, his rhythm picked up the pace, him pumping her full, and while the thuds of his thigh against Applejack’s fruity flank became more and more repetitive, he asked once again for good measure, “Are you absolutely positive you’re comfortable with this?”

He asked this while almost gasping for much required oxygen. The scrunching up of his much redder muzzle as Applejack’s clenching hole rubbed against his prick helped him with the question presented, minding Applejack’s own pleasure and enjoyment respectfully. This was mostly for her after all, even though Big Mac couldn’t help but to feel giddy with their naughty, incestrious antics as well. Still, this was arguably better because of the nervousness they both felt, but that still didn’t stop them from wanting each other then and there.

After five more of his hard rams, and another adorable whimper from Applejack’s smiling mouth, followed by a thankful nod, she answered, “Yeah,” almost whispering, breath nearly absent from her lungs. She grunted under the pressure after another powerful pump, and then sighed, “You’re doing an awesome job, mah big bro! Just don’t stop!” After a brief lingering with just his tip inside, revelling in the tug of Applejack’s firm grasp around it, he buried himself again, and this time, he wouldn’t hold back any longer. This time, the contact made a serene sound, bringing Applejack to pant for air yet again, and her brother in return groaned, their mouths just barely open with amusement for one another.

Finally, the time had come to finally finish this bit of action up. With his speed ever increasing, slamming his tip to possibly kiss her womb over and over again, and every thrust being more mind-shattering than the last, he noticed Applejack’s head waver upwards as he did so. All she could do was glare at the hanging hinges from up above, a half huffing, half sighing noise exiting her thoroughly quivering lips. “Ooooohhh, yessss… Ah’m f-fucking my brother...!”

“Gonna… go faster now!”

Much easier than when they first started, his throbber plopped out, but not before Applejack’s marehood gripped it tightly, almost fighting to keep her kin’s drenched length inside. Naturally, he wasn’t about to allow this to happen, so keeping with his musically played timing, he forced himself just about out, but the crown still remained, her lips wrapping around him as hungrily as they could. At the same time, he checked out her two front hooves swing forth, pulling the hat to her chest as she did, the top being bitten so that she could stay sane. Big Mac then listened to the welcomed noises she made. “Hah… ha-ha…”

“You wanted this, remember? You kept bucking with me, so now, Ah’m gonna buck you silly!”

She thought about that for a second, and remembered how she’d gotten herself into this, but there were no regrets she could think of at the moment.. “Ah… d-don’t… mind at all!”

“Okay then, you asked for it!”

He forced the rest of himself back in, and again, the earth pony below sank into the lofty hay she rested upon, her body shivering pleasure washing over her. What was her trusty brother to do? As one might be able to guess, by now, he was about done with her games, so regardless of how ready she was, as she’d ever be for this just laying there with her world rocking and the barn spinning around her in circles, he forced that final, wonderful blast into her.

Something unexpected happened to her, though. After just a bit of his spunk was released, Big Mac actually left her unexpectedly, but only for a second so that he might invade her upper, more neglected looking asshole. A sinking, dirty feeling brought about immense tension in her backside, and instantly threw her well over the edge. Big Mac had dipped himself down her hind quarters, all the way while hitting her much more tender, sensitive core like it was nothing.

For well over a minute or two, the pair gasped for air, reeling in their climax every step of the way. It was a perfect finisher in their opinions, if only a tiny bit too short ending; each sound they gave was much more frisky than the last. Lost in such a buoyant moment, the brother brought one of his hooves up and quickly swung it across Applejack’s exposed rear, making the mare inhale sharply, and gasp as he spanked her. With a charming grin, he repeated the action every so often to coincide with his humping, the cries escaping the sister below him freely as his hoof sharply made contact with her cutie mark, her voice seeming to mewl, which only served to fuel Big Mac’s lustful drive for more that much farther.

At the end of their fun brought about by unrelenting pleasure as well pure bliss caused by one another, Big Mac yanked himself out of Applejack’s second hole, some clear, white liquids seeping through the opening, onto her tail. Immediately, he dropped onto her softly, panting restlessly with eyes closed, and a silly, rutted facial expression unseeable to Big Mac. Though, he figured he’d done fine work. As gently as possible, he held onto her for support, and complimented, “You were… amazing, sis.”

“Y-you, too, big bro.” She nodded off, her mind feeling mucky and extremely worn out from that exhausting ordeal. “Well, I guess we’ll have to do this again sometime. Huh?”

Big Mac hoisted himself up, his annoyed eyes looking into her’s, and said, “That was only round one. We’re far from finished!”

With that statement alone, Applejack’s butt was again rammed hard by his still thicker than ever cock, causing her to scream, but she didn’t fight. She’d asked for this, after all.