Complicated Relations

The knock on the door was answered quickly. Too quickly; almost as if her brother had been eagerly awaiting her arrival.

“Twiley!” he greeted with a beaming smile.

That was all the prompting she needed. The purple unicorn bounded across the threshold and into Shining Armor’s waiting forelegs. Though the stallion boasted impressive size and strength, the weight of his younger sibling was enough to send him stumbling backwards a few steps. Twilight’s saddlebags, packed with supplies for her week-long stay, slipped easily off her back and were forgotten before they even hit the floor.

“I missed you, Shining,” she said, hugging him tightly, her forelegs not quite long enough to fully reach around his broad chest – though certainly making a valiant attempt nevertheless. Her head rubbed into the crook of his neck and she whiffed in his scent. For his part, Shining mirrored her actions, and for several minutes both ponies were content to merely sit there on the floor in one another’s embrace.

At last, they separated, but that only gave them opportunity for another lengthy pause as they stared into each other’s eyes. It felt to Twilight as if her brother were reading something within her, and she wondered if she was being far too obvious about her desires. Their contact so far had been intimate, but in a familial way. She hadn’t given him any signals about her other feelings; at least not consciously. Truth be told, Twilight wasn’t counting on anything of that sort happening.

She wasn’t counting on it... but she was hoping.

“Is... is Cadance here?” she asked, looking behind him, half-expecting the pink alicorn to be standing there.

“No,” he replied, “she’s in some kind of meeting with Princess Celestia. She’ll be gone until tonight. We’re alone.”

He put a bit more emphasis on that last word than he had intended.

Twilight picked up on it easily, but worked to rein in her fantasies. Her scientific mind would not allow her to accept mere suggestions as fact. She had to be absolutely sure that he still felt that way about her, and the only way to accomplish that was to come out and say it. No matter his answer, he would always be her brother, she told herself. She steeled for any possible rejection.

“Shining,” she began nervously, casting her eyes at the floor, “I know you’re married now, and I just want you to know that I’m very happy for you. And I know that probably changes things... between us.” She bit her lip for a fraction of a second. “And I just want to tell you that I understand, and it’s fine, and... and I will always love you, no matter what.”

She felt tears collecting behind her eyes, but none were given a chance to fall. The stallion’s hoof gently lifted her chin, and once more she was looking into her brother’s blue eyes. Those strong, caring, loving eyes.

“Twiley,” he said, barely above a whisper, “I promise you...” He drew himself closer. “...nothing’s changed between us.”

And with no further hesitation, he kissed her. She gladly opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to caress hers, just as it had so many times before. She pushed back lightly, her own tongue working in familiar motions that she had waited far too long to perform again. The purple unicorn was vaguely aware that she was melting; a tension present in her muscles that she hadn’t even been aware of vanished in an indistinct moment, making it difficult to tell how exactly she was managing not to collapse in a heap then and there.

A couple of stayed tears were given license to flow, and she wiped them away quickly as soon as the kiss ended.

“I... I didn’t know...” she started again, this time looking straight at the stallion with a smile of pure joy and relief, “I mean, I wasn’t sure if you’d still...” She paused, searching for the right word. “...want me.”

He shook his head in amused rebuke, as if his sibling had just said something patently silly. “You should know better than that, Twiley. No matter what happens, you’re my little sister. I’ll always want you.”

He gently rubbed his horn against hers, and a light blush on the younger unicorn’s cheeks was the response.

“You know I’m not so little any more!” she protested playfully.

“Oh yeah?” His light smile turned mischievous. “Well then, how come I can still do this?”

Twilight yelped as a translucent pink aura lifted her into the air. Her uncontrolled giggling made it difficult to speak. “You– you can’t do this!” she cried. “I’m too old! I’m too big!”

“Well...” He magically hefted her up and down a few times, causing her to squeal in poorly-concealed delight. “You are getting a little pudgy, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” He turned around, still keeping the smaller pony just in front of him as he carried her up a flight of stairs and then along a short hallway.

“Did you just call me fat?!” she accused with all the fake hatred and disdain she could muster.

“Yeah, but you said it first,” he answered nonchalantly. “At least I didn’t call you old.” He paused, and eyed her carefully. “Wait, are those some grey hairs I see in your mane?”

The purple pony gasped. “How dare you!?” she said, but then burst out in another fit of giggles. She continued this right up to the point where she saw their ultimate destination.

“No! No!” she called out in an emotion that could only be described as a joyous panic. Her hooves flailed wildly in protest at what she knew was about to happen.

“Oh, yes,” he insisted with a decidedly evil smirk.

Making virtually no visible effort – as befitted a unicorn of such high magical prowess – Shining Armor tossed his sister upward, almost to the ceiling. Her breath caught in her throat until she was past the apex and on her way down, and then she screamed. Hopefully the neighbours wouldn’t hear.

She bounced off the mattress once, twice, and then a third time before coming to rest in the mess of sheets and pillows her impact had created. The arrangement was not improved by the force of another pony landing roughly on the bed; his greater mass making up for his lesser speed.

Twilight’s attempts to still her laughter only resulted in an odd, lone hiccup. She gave up her efforts, allowing the prolonged outburst to come to a natural end as her lungs slowly returned to a more relaxed rhythm. She wiped a forehoof across her face and was mildly surprised to see it come back thoroughly wet with her tears. She hadn’t even realised that she’d been crying.

Shining took up a position over her as she lay flat on her back. Gently, he leaned his head down and began running his lips over her cheeks. Carefully and methodically, using something that was halfway between a kiss and a lick, he cleaned away the wetness on her face. Twilight offered no resistance – in fact, her body relaxed once again, and she closed her eyes to allow him to clean around them as well. Several times, he broke from his main task to kiss his sister properly on the lips, and the taste of her own saltiness on his tongue made her smile. His effort wasn’t completely successful – her face wasn’t exactly dry when he was finished – but that hadn’t really been the point.

Once Twilight’s tears were all gone, the two ponies held another long gaze between them. Shining Armor folded in his hind legs, placing some of the weight of his lower body on the smaller unicorn’s hips. The mare’s smile grew larger upon her feeling the hot length of flesh now nestled between their two navels. The stallion made no further move, but his member continued to announce its presence by its regular throbbing and high temperature. Twilight allowed herself to bask in the feeling for a short while as she took in the sight of her brother atop her.

He was, in every respect, the perfect specimen of masculinity. He was large for a stallion, but not freakishly huge. His muscles were impressively toned, but not bulky. His entire frame suggested that both strength and speed were in his possession. His white coat was neat and clean, without looking overly-pampered, and the same could be said for his flowing multi-toned blue mane. But it was his eyes that she focussed on. Those eyes that told her, in a way that words never could, that he loved her completely. That he always would.

Twilight’s parents loved her unconditionally. She knew that. Her friends loved her, too, in the way that friends do. Even Cadance could be said to have loved her, as a caretaker. Yet none of them knew her the way her brother did. From him, she hid nothing and held back nothing. They knew each other more intimately than siblings supposedly had any right to. Ever since they were young they had shared with each other their thoughts, their hopes, their dreams... and their bodies. The love she saw in his eyes wasn’t so much different from any other, but a conjunction of every kind of love she had ever experienced – and more.

Twilight had never had a boyfriend. From what she had read of romance, it was a complicated and messy proposition. What she had with Shining was simple, real, and perfect. More importantly, it was enough. There was no gap; no emptiness in her life that needed to be filled as long as she knew that he loved her – even if it had to be from a distance most of the time. She didn’t think of Shining as her special somepony; he was something else. ‘Brother’, she supposed, was most apt, but that didn’t nearly do justice to the true extent of their relationship. After years of trying to work it out, she had decided that there simply didn’t exist a word to describe all that he was to her. He was her friend, her protector, her confidant, her family, and her flame.

Speaking of flames...

The heat atop Twilight’s belly was being matched by another one slightly lower down. Her marehood was rudely demanding attention, and now, with her doubts allayed, Twilight was happy to oblige. She began moving her hips in tiny, slow motions at first, but gradually worked her way up to longer strokes as her mound rubbed against the underside of Shining’s cock. She was already wet enough so that her motions left a thin sheen of feminine juices on his shaft, allowing the perfect amount of friction between them. Her breaths deepened in response to heavenly sensations radiating from her loins, but she kept them controlled. What was happening wasn’t wild; it was sensual.

Shining was enjoying himself just as much. To a less thoughtful or experienced stallion, the action might have been teasing, but the unicorn had taught himself to enjoy such feelings on their own merits, without demeaning them as mere preludes to more intense followings. His stallionhood twitched with his sister’s every movement. He moaned softly, and confusion entered his mind when the resultant sound wasn’t what he had expected. He laughed on realising that Twilight had released her own moan at the exact same time, and the combined noise had been a mild surprise to them both.

He leaned in for another kiss, which was eagerly returned. For a few minutes, they continued like this; Twilight gently writhing against Shining from underneath, the pattern punctuated by a moan, a gasp, or the locking of lips - or some combination. Eventually, though, it was Twilight that decided to move on to something more aggressive. She hiked up her hips while pressing down on his shoulders so that the tip of his member hovered just over her waiting sex. With a simple look, she let him know that she was ready.

He slid into her with practiced ease. The purple unicorn inhaled, the air filling her lungs in perfect synchronicity with the length of stallion flesh filling her intimate cave. She reacted with the slightest flinch when the medial ridge slid past her lips – an act of pure pleasure. The feeling of her inner walls stretching to accommodate her brother inside her sent fresh waves of anxious pleasure through her entire body. It was profoundly satisfying, yet served to increase her desire faster than it sated it.

He began pumping slowly, burying himself to the hilt on each thrust forward, and leaving about a third of his length inside with every retreat. Twilight’s breathing had gotten heavier, and she started to fidget. Using her magic, she pulled at an uncomfortable knot of bedsheets somewhere underneath her, but even after it had been straightened she scowled slightly in irritation.

“Shining, stop.”

He obeyed instantly, gently pulling out of her and giving a concerned look. Twilight rapidly smoothed the sheets at the edge of the bed and lay herself there, still on her back, shoulders now at the precipice of the mattress. “Sorry,” she apologised for the interruption, “I just wanted to– you know–” The explanation was aborted when she recognised how pointless it would be. With a small nod, she told him that he could continue.

And so he did. His thrusts came just a touch faster now; just a touch harder. Twilight moaned and purred as she let her head hang down over the edge of the bed, the tips of her mane touching the floor. The increased blood flow filled her head with a pleasurable warmth and pressure, and seemed to make each sound she heard less harsh and more... creamy. She was loving it. All the while, the activity between her legs was tantamount to pumping liquid bliss into her bloodstream. Every time the white stallion pulled away, she yearned for his return, and every time he filled her, she wanted to keep him there forever; only the knowledge that the next push would be even more satisfying soothed these naive impulses.

Shining Armor could no longer effectively reach her lips, and instead satisfied them both by planting a series of long and moist kisses on Twilight’s now-very-exposed neck, while a free hoof alternately worked on her side, chest, and around her cutie mark. The feeling of the purple mare’s smooth, warm flesh clenching around his member aroused him more with every moment, while the thought of it doused him with unfathomable joy at the intimacy they so readily shared.

Twilight was content to let her brother take the lead, but refused to be a completely passive participant. She moved her own hips in time with his; her range of motion smaller but her enthusiasm equal. She had two forehooves free, and made use of them by caressing Shining in every place they could reach, earning herself more kisses along her forelegs whenever they ventured near his face. Both ponies breathed in the heady scent of each other’s passion as it began to fill the room.

An errant yet familiar thought flashed in the younger unicorn’s mind: She was having sex with her brother. It was wrong, society said. Filthy, disgusting, harmful. She didn’t believe that; she never had. But this moment, along with so many others like it, she had to hide from the world, as if it were something shameful; a failure or a failing. Nopony knew about this side of their relationship except the two of them, and it would have to remain that way, she thought with a trace of sadness. It was a secret they would probably carry to their graves.

And despite that, she wouldn’t ever willingly give it up or trade it. The feeling of her brother against her, inside her, did not make her feel dirty or ashamed. It made her feel complete. She trusted him without reservation. This stallion would always care for her. He would never harm her. He would do anything he could to make her happy. And she wanted nothing more than to do the same for him. In this moment, both were getting their wish.

Wrong? Nothing in the universe could be more right.

Bathing in pleasure, she stared aimlessly, upside-down, unfocussed on any particular object. All of a sudden her mind registered that something was, indeed, wrong.

There. In the mirror above the dresser.

A pair of violet eyes was looking back at her.

Not her own eyes.

Cadance’s.

With a shriek and almost supernatural speed, she pushed herself backwards and away from Shining Armor. Unfortunately, she had momentarily forgotten her position on the bed, and fell, head-first, into a painful and inelegant heap on the floor.

“Twiley!” her brother shouted in a panic.

She jumped back to her hooves as quickly as she could. Even through the lingering haze of coital euphoria and the shock and pain of her impact, her mind worked blisteringly fast, calculating the angle of the mirror, the sight lines...

Her eyes snapped to the open doorway of the bedroom. She had reacted just quickly enough to see a pink, violet, and yellow tail disappear around the corner of the visible hallway.

“Twilight, what’s wrong?!”

“Cadance!” she replied, panting heavily. “Cadance saw us!”

“Are you sure?” he asked, looking to the now-empty threshold.

“Yes, I saw her! She was right outside and she saw us... together... She saw everything! Oh Celestia!” The unicorn’s voice was breaking and new tears were forming in her eyes.

“It’s okay, Twiley. I’m just going to go talk to her.”

Sheer terror gripped the purple pony. “What if she tells Princess Celestia? I’ll– I won’t be her student any more. And she’ll probably banish me. Or throw me in a dungeon...”

“Twilight.”

Dark thoughts swirled in her head. “Or banish me and throw me in a dungeon in the place she banishes me to!”

“Twilight.”

The thoughts turned darker. “And what if my friends find out? I’ll lose them all!”

“Twilight!”

She was being selfish, she realised, worrying only about herself. “And your marriage, Shining! I’m so sorry!”

“Twilight!”

Tears were rolling down her face now. “And your career! I know it’s so important to you!”

“Twilight!”

“Just tell her that it was all my fault. I seduced you... I– I placed some kind of spell on you and it wasn’t really–”

“Twilight!!!”

The stallion had shouted at the top of his voice; only this way had he managed to finally gain his sister’s attention. Her lips were trembling. The frightened panic on her face turned partly to confusion when she saw that Shining Armor’s countenance was perfectly calm, and a tiny, caring, and almost amused smile was tugging at his mouth.

“It’s okay. I promise it’s okay,” he said with a comforting stroke of her mane. “Cadance already knew about us. I told her.”

The younger pony’s mouth opened wide enough that she could easily swallow one of Pinkie Pie’s famous cakes in a single bite if she wanted. “Wh– what?!”

Their greatest secret, and he had simply told Cadance? Anger, disbelief, and relief battled for dominance in her mind. Shining looked away with a guilty blush. His smile, however, betrayed the emotion as not true contrition, but the proud sort of guilt one might get after being found out as the mastermind of a particularly amusing prank.

“You told her?!” Twilight asked, just to confirm her mind wasn’t playing tricks on her. That bump to her head hadn’t exactly been gentle.

“She’s my wife,” Shining explained. “I tell her everything.”