Side A: Having Your Cake And Eating Her Out Too (Big Sister is Watching)

Warning/Disclaimer: The following chapter contains erotic incest between fictional, fraternal twin horses. If this offends you, the writer humbly requests that you stop and pick another outcome or remember that once upon a time there were no fewer than ten ancestors of human beings on the planet earth, which means that no matter who you fuck in life, they will always be a distant cousin. Always.

Having Your Cake and Eating Her Out Too

Written By: Your Antagonist

Side A: Having Your Cake And Eating Her Out Too (Big Sister is Watching)

Upon reaching his room, Pound hurled himself upon his bed, seized a pillow from under his covers and heaved a deep sigh into it. Between an earlier wake up than he was used to, rushing out a six hour catering service in four, and having the hopes and dreams of his youth crushed, it was safe to say that he was utterly exhausted. From what he’d gathered, the party was supposed to run until the mid hours of morning the next day, so he could afford to clock out for an hour or two.

Rolling over, Pound felt the crumple of pages beneath his covers. Curious, he drew out the article in question and found it to be an old swimsuit issue of a sports magazine, with the pages surprisingly not stuck together. Deciding that a little pre-nap ‘stress relief’ was in order, he began to flip through it until he found a spread of a younger Wonderbolts Commander Spitfire. Jackpot,he thought, reaching for a nearby bottle of lotion. With a light squirt onto his soon-to-be-aching member, be began to gently rub it in, keeping his eyes focused on an especially saucy shot of the flaming-maned mare lying on her side, trailing a hoof down her string bikini-adorned hips as though to say: “Here I am stud, come and get me.”

“Oh, I’ll get you all right…” Pound whispered, feeling himself growing harder with each passing stroke of his hoof. He turned his attention to the other page and found an even spicier picture of Spitfire with her mane soaked and her rump towards the camera, a hoof tugging at the fabric of the bikini as though she were going to draw it down slowly. “Yeah,” he moaned, “take it off slow…”

Pound was in the process of reaching for another squirt of lotion when he heard an exceptionally violent sneeze from the hallway accompanied by the sound of his door crashing open as though it had been struck with a cannon shell. Pound immediately shot up in his bed and threw the magazine under the covers, making sure to grab a pillow to conceal his erection from the source of the sound. Cautiously leaning forward to look at his door, he found the source of the interruption in the form of his sister. “Oww… my horn…” she moaned, rubbing the sore appendage.

“What the— Pumpkin!?” Pound cried.

The unicorn froze like a deer caught in headlights. Slowly, she turned her head and met her brother’s wide, fear-filled eyes. “Oh, Crap.”

“What are you doing!? In here!? Right now!?”

“G-Geez, calm your flank, you twit.” Pumpkin picked herself off the ground and turned her nose up at her brother indignantly. “If you must know, I just came from downstairs and was on my way to my room when I sneezed and tripped into your room. Now if you’ll excuse me…” Pumpkin turned to take her leave when something occurred to her brother.

“Wait a minute… your room’s down the hall.”

Pumpkin froze where she stood. “I-I meant the bathroom, you dweeb!”

“The bathroom’s next to your room,” Pound pointed out.

“Ngh… just shut up and mind your business.”

“This is my business.”

Pumpkin scoffed at her brother, rounding the blatant show of disrespect by saying “Whatever, loser,” before turning to make her exit.

Pound wasn’t ready to let Pumpkin off so easily. Throwing the covers aside, he jetted from the bed like a brown-maned bird of prey with a quickly-receding erection, hurtling towards his sister with dangerous velocity.

“What the— oof!” Pumpkin coughed as Pound tackled her to the hallway floor.

“Tell me what you were doing outside my room!” Pound demanded as he struggled to restrain his sister’s hooves.

“Gah! Get off of me, you idiot!”

“Not until you talk!”

“I told you to mind your own business!”

“And I told you that this is my business!”

“Don’t touch me with that sticky gunk on your hooves, you jerk!”

“Wait, what’d you just say?”

“I said get off of me!”

“No, that insult… why would you say that unless… unless you knew what I was doing?”

Pumpkin’s eyes widened as she realized just what very critical context clue her brother had just zeroed in on.

“Were you just…”

“Shut up.”

“You were… weren’t you?”

“I said, shut up, before you say something I’ll make you regret.”

Pound ignored his sister’s threat and pressed his dagger ever deeper into the heart of the issue. “You were standing outside my door watching me, weren’t you?”

Pumpkin scowled at her brother and indignantly whipped her head away, not even uttering so much as an insult, the universal sign for “Yes, you caught me red-hoofed”.

“Tell me why you were watching me, Pumpkin,” Pound said.

Only a stubborn silence answered him.

“Hey, I’m talking to you.”

Again, no response.

Pumpkin’s silence only served to further agitate her brother. There were only so many things he could do to make her talk, and almost all of them would have involved taking his hooves off of her, allowing her chance to escape, and he couldn’t risk that. He needed to know.

Pound’s eyes drifted up from Pumpkin’s face to her horn. In that moment, he recalled a very interesting fact about unicorn physiology that he’d learned from various ‘racial harmony and sensitivity’ classes that his family had attended over the years: unicorn horns are very, very sensitive to touch. The nerve concentration in the horn of a unicorn is so great that it essentially acts as an amplifier towards any sensation applied to the appendage. Oh, and he had quite the sensation to inflict.

“Last chance to talk, Pumpkin…” Pound flexed a wing before himself and began inspecting his feathers.

This caught the pinned Pumpkin’s attention. “What are you doing?”

“If you start talking, then you won’t have to find out.”

Pumpkin scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Can you just let me go to my room now?”

“The hard way it is.” Pound bit a long, loose feather from his plumage, brandishing it in his teeth. “You know, I really wish it didn’t have to come down to this, but…” With no word or warning he leaned forward and began to violently tickle his sister’s horn with the feather.

Pumpkin did her best to resist the intensified strokes of the feather as they played across the rings of her horn. She grit and ground her teeth, tried to turn away, and even tried to kick with each of her immobilized legs, but it was to no avail. Pound was far too heavy, and her horn was far too ticklish; it was only a matter of seconds before she broke. “Stop it! Hahaha! Stop it! I’ll kill you! Kyahaha! Cut it out!”

“Not until you start answering me!”

“Ple-he-he-hease stop! Kyahaha! I’m begging you!”

“Then start answering me!”

“I can’t!” she coughed in between cackles.

Pound, sensing something reminiscent of a breakthrough, pulled back and spat his feather out. “Why not?”

“You… you wouldn’t understand,” she said in melancholy.

His interest further piqued, Pound rose an eyebrow. “Well, then, in that case…” he bit another feather from his wing and advanced menacingly upon his sister.

“Wait, wait!” Pumpkin pleaded. “I’ll… I’ll tell you, just don’t tickle my horn.”

“All right then.” Pound spat the feather out. “Let’s hear it.”

“Could you get your fat flank off me too?”

“Don’t push it.”

“Fine, fine…” Pumpkin heaved a decisive breath before finding the courage to look her brother in the eyes. “Okay, yes, I was watching you while you were… you know…”

“You’ve come this far, you might as well say it.” Pound was truly enjoying the dominance that this role reversal was offering him.

“Masturbating…” Pumpkin snapped quickly with a glare that lasted all of a second as her features once again grew soft and submissive. “But… well… it was only because… it was because I was jealous, okay?”

“Jealous?” That hadn't quite been the response he was expecting.

“Yes, jealous.” Pumpkin sighed and prepared to spill her guts. “Because every time I see you talk to other fillies, hear you moan Rarity or some other mare’s name, or see how flustered you get around auntie, I… I wish it was me, all right?”

“Pumpkin…”

“I know that it’s stupid and wrong because you’re my little brother, but when I watch you like I did this morning, I just wish that you’d moan my name by accident or something… I know it sounds stupid, but I really wish you would… there, I said it. Are you happy now?” A tear began to form in her big blue eyes, but she turned away, hiding her face with her mane before it could fall. “Go ahead and laugh or whatever, I don’t care anymore… fucking jerk.”

Pound had no words for what had just worked its way through his ears. Had his sister, his older-than-himself-by-eight-minutes twin sister of sixteen years just professed her love? To him? It certainly explained a lot of her odd behavior as of late. The increased instigation of conflict over incredibly trivial matters, the odd mutterings under her breath, and maybe, just maybe there was cringe-worthy possibility that her earlier ‘frosting sampling’ had something to do with it as well.

A sniffle from the unicorn under his hooves snapped Pound back to reality. He looked down and, for the first time in his life, whether by fluke or by circumstance, actually looked at his sister as a mare and not just a sibling.

Despite her usual petty, bratty disposition, she was actually quite pretty, not that he’d ever thought her to be especially bad looking, but he’d just never paid her looks much attention before. Even when they were welling up with tears, those spunky blue eyes of her’s were like fine-cut sapphires full of mischief and rebellion. A perfect complement to that short-cut wildfire of a mane she’d always topped off with a blue ribbon.

He could feel his face growing flush and flustered as his eyes traveled down her surprisingly shapely body. Her overindulgence of a sweet-tooth had lent her the physical foundation and curvaceous potential of their mother, though she had yet to fully inherit all of the robustness that Cup possessed. That’s not to say she wasn’t packing a little bit of pudge over her midsection, she just happened to wear it better, namely in the hips and hindquarters.

Pound shook his head violently, forcing himself to regain his focus. This was his sister he was checking out here. His sister. Even after hearing her heartfelt confession, how could he possibly return those feelings? He certainly loved her as a sibling—or as much as one could love a menace like Pumpkin— but this? This was a whole other matter completely. It would have been a taboo, no, an abomination to accept those feelings, and yet, having seen Pumpkin put her heart on the ground before him… There were a lot of things Pound took great pleasure in crushing under his hooves, but he wasn’t sure how he’d feel trotting away from this encounter with the residue of his sister’s affection sticking to his legs.

With a heavy heart, he pulled himself off of his twin and even offered her a hoof up, which she took to her haunches. Feeling understandably ashamed and humiliated, Pumpkin didn’t dare look the object of her affections in the eye, and Pound didn’t pursue her gaze either. The two sat in an uncomfortable silence for what seemed like a small eternity, both searching in vain for the right words to smooth over the rift that had just grown between them, but found themselves coming up short.

After what seemed like one awkward moment too long, Pumpkin finally found the courage to speak, though her words would only serve to delay the matter rather than offer a much desperately needed resolution. “Hey… I’m… I’m just gonna go to my room, all right?”

Pound said nothing, only mustering enough courage to look his sister in her heartbroken eyes.

Pumpkin dared for one last look at her beloved brother, then turned for the hallway. She didn’t get far. She could feel something heavy on her tail stopping her from moving.

“What are you doing?” She asked, not even bothering to turn around and look her impeder in the eyes.

It was Pound’s turn to give his sister the silent treatment.

“What are you doing?” she almost sobbed this time.

Again, he did not speak. Instead he trotted forward and draped a wing over his sister’s back, nuzzling her warmly as he did so.

“But… but…” Tears began to stream out of the confused Pumpkin’s eyes.

Pound, keeping in theme with his silent affection, wordlessly laid down his wing, gently urging Pumpkin to do the same.

She complied with her brother’s unspoken instruction, sniffling, tear-ridden, and rambling nonsensically as she went. “You shouldn’t, Pound. We can’t… because… because I’m your dirty sister… your dirty, disgusting older sister who watches while you… while you…”

“Pumpkin,” Pound interrupted, wiping a tear from the unicorn’s eye before she could cry any further. “Shut up,” he instructed softly as he hugged her closer with his wing.

“Thanks for this… you dweeb,” she giggled, contentedly melting into Pound’s embrace.

“No problem, sis.”

The pair laid on the floor of Pound’s bedroom, time slipping through their hooves but neither party truly giving a damn. Pound was still somewhat conflicted about this whole ordeal, but at the moment, as far as he was concerned, Pumpkin was content and that was the most important thing. She’s actually kind of cute when she isn’t being a brat, he thought.

“Hey, Pound?” Pumpkin asked, though her voice was almost completely muffled as she had buried her face into her brother’s coat. “The floor’s hard…”

“Yeah, it is,” Pound replied.

“And it’s cold…” she whined.

“A bit.”

“We should continue this in your bed,” Pumpkin boldly suggested.

“Yeah, we should,” Pound agreed. He began to lift his wing from around his sister’s back, but her hoof quickly shot up to stop it.

“I’ve got it,” she said. “Besides, I don’t get to do this often enough.” Before Pound could say anything, Pumpkin’s face was screwed up in concentration, her horn enveloped by shimmering blue light that was quickly spreading across her body to his own. The veil of magic lingered for only a moment before the world literally cracked out of existence in a flash of light and smoke. Pound’s world was darkness for all of an instant when the light and colors of his room snapped back.

The first thing he noticed aside from the fact that he was, oddly enough, staring at a wall, was that the cold, hard floor of his room had been replaced by the familiar comfort of his hastily-made bed. An exhausted groan from beside him directed his attention to his sister. “You alright, sis?”

“I’m fine,” she claimed, rolling out from Pound’s wing and onto her back. Looking up at Pound, she continued, “Just a little spent from casting that teleportation spell.”

“We could have just walked it you know. My bed’s like… only ten feet from the door.”

“Yeah, but my way was cooler.” She weakly tugged her brother’s foreleg suggestively in the hopes that he might drape it over her shoulder.

“A little,” he agreed, moving to comply with her unspoken request.

Pumpkin giggled as she burrowed her face into Pound’s chest. While he still wasn’t one hundred percent certain about how to feel cuddling with his sister, there was no denying that he thoroughly enjoyed the comfort of her warm flesh against his on a physical level. It didn’t hurt that she smelled nice either, her mane and coat having absorbed the scent of the spices and fruits she'd been cooking with. Pound leaned forward into her mane and inhaled deeply, allowing his senses to be overwhelmed by Pumpkin’s intoxicatingly sweet aroma.

The longer he held her, the more he was able to attune himself to his sister’s state of being. Her slow, steady breathing was soothing to him, matched only by the occasional whine or soft utterance of his name.

“Hey, Pound?” Pumpkin asked, snapping her brother from his amorous trance.

The colt glanced down to find a wide pair of sapphire eyes staring back at him with a fragility that could make glass look like diamond.

“Is this… y’know… okay with you?" Pumpkin asked, her tone suggesting that she was uncertain as to whether or not she truly wanted the answer.

Pound took a moment to truly mull the question over. Suffice it to say, any guilt he’d been feeling up to this point had all but vanished. “I guess so.”

“You mean it?” Pumpkin breathed, daring to inch her face closer.

He gently stroked his sister’s cheek with a hoof. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

Pumpkin, delighted by this turn of events, took her brother's hoof and began to lightly nibble on it, as she was prone to do in these rare moments of observable giddiness.

“Hey, cut that out,” Pound protested playfully.

“Or what?” Pumpkin challenged, shuffling closer.

“Or I’ll… I’ll…“

Pumpkin bit her lower lip as she took the boldest leap of all. “You’ll what?” she teased, moving to close the distance between them to the point that she could feel Pound’s nervous breath on her lips.

Face to face, the twins stared each other down, mere inches and quickly fading trepidation the only barriers separating the two. There was a tenseness between them as a thousand possibilities flowed in and out of their minds. On an impulse, Pound swallowed back his timidity and leaned forward, his lips soon finding purchase on his sister’s own. Pumpkin, very much pleased by this, pressed forward to maximize her own enjoyment of the rash action. Pound pulled away from the kiss, eyes wide, as he tried to process what had just transpired.

“Did… did we just…?”

“Mmhm.”

“Pumpkin, I… I…”

“Shut up and come here.” Pumpkin seized her brother by the cheeks and pulled him back for a harder, deeper kiss. Pound did not fight the caress of his sister’s lips, instead allowing himself to be overtaken by the swell of passion that came with it. He could feel the unicorn smiling, her indulgence imprinting on his mouth as she pressed even harder into the show of affection.

As Pumpkin hungrily attacked her brother’s lips, Pound found himself getting into the spirit of things, his hooves sliding down her neck to find purchase around her hips and back. His sister giggled at this and decided to up the ante of their second little kiss. Much to her brother’s surprise— which in turn would go to feed her own unspoken delight—, Pumpkin boldly slipped her tongue in and began exploring the unfamiliar tastes and textures of her beloved brother’s mouth.

Pound could feel himself getting caught up in the moment, his hooves rubbing and caressing the soft flesh of Pumpkin’s flank. There was no denying that he was getting turned on, but there was no stopping or hiding it either. Pumpkin was too close and he couldn’t stop working his hooves against her. It was only a matter of time before his arousal made itself quite evident.

“He-hey, you jerk!” Pumpkin giggled out of the blue, breaking the kiss. “Don’t poke me in the belly, I’m ticklish!” She lightly swatted her brother’s nose.

“But I’m not…” It took Pound a moment to realize that an erection had manifested itself at some point during the make-out session. His member gave another involuntary twitch and Pumpkin in turn gave another stifled giggle as his cock grazed her belly.

“Pound, I said cut it out!” Pumpkin reached down and seized the offending appendage in her hooves, unaware that she’d caused her brother to wince. “Geez, what’s up with your hoof? It’s all warm and squishy and…” Pumpkin whipped her hooves away as soon as she realized just what she was fondling. “Oh my gosh! Pound, I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to grab your… I’m sorry.”

Pound rolled away defensively, nervously holding his cock between his hooves and thighs. “N-no, it’s all right,” he said. “It’s just, well… I mean it’s not that weird. We’ve been sitting here making out and… I guess it was bound to happen.”

An uncomfortable silence blew between the teens, neither so much as stirring on the bed.

“Hey…” Pumpkin started, breaking the awkwardness.

“Y-yes?” Pound turned his head slightly to see his sister nervously nibbling a hoof, doing her best to avoid looking directly at him.

“Did it… did it feel good when I touched it?”

“…A little.” Pound admitted.

“Did you like it?”

“Well, it was a little weird, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t.”

“Can I… I mean, would you mind if I, y’know… touched it again?”

Pound rubbed his neck uncertainly as he mulled her request over. Having decided that he’d already wandered too far into this familial fire garden to turn back, he sighed, rolled over and pulled his hooves away. “Just…” I can’t believe I’m about to say this to my sister. “…be gentle, all right?”

Pumpkin smiled in response. “Got it.” She turned her attention to Pound’s erect cock. “Wow, it’s bigger than I thought,” she marveled as she gently stroked the broad, veiny underside.

Pound winced as Pumpkin brought her hoof back for another, firmer caress, letting out a soft moan as the foreign sensation of another pony’s touch pierced his sensitive loins. Pumpkin smirked as she took note of his facial expression. “Am I doing it right?” she asked, rhythmically rubbing him while carefully tracking which spots gave the biggest and best reactions.

“Y-yeah,” Pound responded breathily. He was trying his damndest to relax, but the sensation of Pumpkin’s soft hoof on his rock-hard member was just too good. He gasped as Pumpkin brought her other hoof into the equation and began stroking him off harder and faster than before. Pound was just starting to really get into the hoofjob when Pumpkin stopped, leaving him understandably disappointed and wanting for more. “Why’d you—” Pound cut himself off as he locked eyes with his sister. “Uh, something on your mind?”

“I want to try something,” she answered.

“Okay… sure? What are you going to do?”

“I want to see what it tastes like,” is what Pound could have sworn he heard her say in response, but he wasn’t certain. “I didn’t catch that, run that by me one more time?”

Pumpkin ignored her brother, instead choosing to direct her focus to the penis cradled in her hooves and swallowed nervously. “Here goes nothing,” she whispered to herself. The unicorn opened her mouth as wide as she could manage and leaned in towards her twin’s nethers. As her tongue was lolling out of her mouth, it was the first part of her to make contact with the head of her beloved sibling’s cock.

Almost immediately, she could feel it twitch from the contact. Pumpkin didn’t hesitate to wrap her lips around the circumference of the thing. She could taste her paramour’s strong masculine musk and feel her tongue cooling and quelling the heat radiating from his shaft.

Pumpkin took another inch into her mouth, eliciting a low, effeminate moan from Pound, who was doing his best to keep from bucking his hips lest he choke his sister with the girth. Still, it was a task in itself. It felt like the moist warmth of Pumpkin’s tongue was melting the tip of his cock away while arousing an insatiable itch that could only be scratched with more stimulation.

Another inch and she wasn’t even halfway yet. Pound grit his teeth and clenched his eyes as Pumpkin began to explore her new treat further with her tongue. Every so often she would find a sweet spot that produced a stronger twitch or roused a hearty buck from her brother’s hips, and she would linger there, teasing, tickling and sucking at the spot until she found an even bigger reaction elsewhere.

For the sake of catching her breath, Pumpkin pulled off of her brother with a “pop”. “Am I doing a good job, dweeb?” she asked, punctuating the question with a slow, sharp lick from the base of Pound’s shaft, stopping just before she reached the tip.

“Yeah… it feels so fucking good.”

She gave the tip a passionate peck of kiss before posing her next question. “How do you like the feel of your big sister’s mouth, huh?”

“It’s s-so d-damn good.”

Pumpkin rose an amused eyebrow. “Oh, is it?”

“Yeah…” Pound panted, shivering as his sister’s warm breath blew across his wet and wanting flesh.

“I think you’re lying to me… I don’t think you want this.” Pumpkin swirled her tongue around her brother’s aching hard-on, finding the experience similar to eating a melting cake-pop, and twice as delightful.

“I—ahn—” Pound gripped at his blankets. “I want this! Oh Celestia, I want this!”

Pumpkin bit her lower lip in excitement. “I want to hear you beg for my mouth.”

“Pumpkin, please—”

“Call me big sister,” she growled.

“Big sis,” he complied, “I’m begging you to continue!”

“So, you want your big sister to keep sucking this big, dirty thing with her cute little mouth?”

“Y-yeah, please, keep sucking your little brother’s dirty cock with your perfect mouth.”

Pumpkin smirked; she’d completely reasserted herself as the dominant sibling once again, and made Pound acknowledge it. Far as she was concerned he deserved a little reward. “You’re a hopeless little dweeb.” Pumpkin moved up and seized her brother’s lips with her own before returning to his shaft. “But you’re my hopeless little dweeb.” She didn’t waste any time taking him even deeper into her mouth than before. He could feel his flat tip hit the back of her throat and her lovely little tongue working frantically to lubricate every inch of him for the sake of going even further.

Pound was on the verge of surrendering to Pumpkin’s overwhelmingly pleasurable mouth when the sudden and very startling sound of clumsy hoofsteps coming from down the doorway caused him to freeze up. It was at this moment that Pound realized something terribly, terribly wrong: he’d forgotten to shut his room door.

“Hehe, where’d you go little lead hooves~?”

Pound panicked. Fortunately for himself and Pumpkin, Scootaloo had tripped and landed face first in the doorway, but that only gave the colt enough time to make a very poor snap decision. Now, he certainly could have just pulled Pumpkin off of his length and the pair could have played off the odd circumstance as though they were enjoying each other’s company as opposed to committing romantic taboo. Instead, he overreacted. Grabbing his sister by the cheeks, he full-on hurled Pumpkin to the floor and tossed his blanket over her as well.

“What the hay, you stupid dwee—”

“I’ll apologize after! Now stay quiet!” Pound hissed, pointing at the door. Pumpkin immediately understood what he meant and complied, wrapping the blanket around herself. Pound then seized a nearby pillow and used it conceal his raging erection just as Scootaloo picked herself up and sauntered ungracefully into the room.

“Hey there, little lead hooves,” she slurred, stumbling forth. “So, this is where you’ve been hiding out, huh?”

Pound couldn’t quite put his hoof on it, but there was something quite off about Scootaloo. Her cheeks were flushed, the pupils of her half-lidded violet eyes had dilated, and she giggled uncontrollably to herself. Pound wondered what was wrong with her for a only a moment longer when he noticed that, tucked under her wing, was a bottle of hard cider from Sweet Apple Acres, and the issue was suddenly plain as day: she was loaded like an artillery shell.

“You… you know… I was lookin’ for you down at the party…” Scootaloo managed another three steps before losing her balance and crashing into the lump of blankets that comprised Pumpkin’s hiding place. Pound was impressed to hear nary a yelp of pain from his sister as the much weightier pegasus crashed into her. Scootaloo, on the other hoof, picked herself right up and continued to crawl towards the bed as though nothing had happened. “Yeah, I was lookin’ for you, and you… you weren’t there.”

“Oh… sorry, I was really beat after the party preparations, so I came up here for a quick nap.”

“Yeah?” Scootaloo tilted her head as she asked the question.

“Yeah, I was going to head back down there after I woke up though.”

“Mmm… sounds good, I could go for a little nap myself…”

“Oh, really?” Making sure to keep the pillow in place, Pound sat up straight so he could better communicate with Scootaloo. “There’s a spare room just down the hall on the left, I’m sure mom and pop wouldn’t mind—”

The older pegasus pushed him back with a hoof, that she kept firmly planted on his chest as she crawled upon the bed. “Nah, this one will do just fine.”

“T-This one?” Pound asked nervously as Scootaloo whipped the half-full bottle from under her wing with her free hoof, and drained the contents with vampiric efficiency.

Tossing the now-empty bottle to the side where it once again hit the bundle of blankets Pumpkin had taken refuge in, Scootaloo began to paw playfully at Pound’s chest. “Yeah, this bed’s perfect. It’s got everything a growing mare needs for a good night’s sleep: blankets, pillows, and best of all…” Scootaloo leaned in close to Pound’s ear and whispered in the sultriest tone she could manage without slurring. “…a fuckable little teddy colt to keep me company for the night.”

Pound had scarcely a moment to react when his overeager companion threw a hind leg over his waist and straddled him. “Wait, what are you—”

Without missing a beat, Scootaloo leaned down and stole his lips with her own, Pound wincing as the taste of hard liquor burned his taste buds. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the scowling sapphire eyes of his sister and a faint blue light burning beneath the blankets that concealed her. It wouldn’t have taken Twilight Sparkle to deduce that beneath those covers lay a furious unicorn who was ready to lash out if the scene before her went any further than it already had. Pound couldn’t help but remark at how this whole situation had gone from awkward to terrible in only a matter of two minutes.

“Scootaloo!” an appalled southern voice called from the hallway, garnering Scootaloo’s attention. “Land’s sake, I take my eyes off you for a minute and the next I find you up here forcin’ yourself all over Pound again.”

“Well, if it isn’t Buzzkill Bloom,” Scootaloo called over her shoulder. “Or did you come up here to join us? There’s plenty of Pound for us to share,” she suggested with a cheesy grin.

Apple Bloom rolled her eyes as she trotted up to the bed. “While that sounds like a mighty enticing offer—” she took a mouth full of Scootaloo’s tail. “—I’m afraid we’re both gonna have to decline.” She dragged the drunken pegasus from Pound’s bed, into the hallway.

“Awww… you never let me have any fun…” Scootaloo whined as she clawed weakly at the floor.

“Yeah, real sorry about that, sugarcube.” Apple Bloom propped Scootaloo up on a wall just outside of Pound’s room, the tipsy pegasus falling over almost immediately. “Tell you what though, how about you hang out here for minute, and when we get down stairs, we’ll find you somepony your own age to uh… keep you ‘company’ for the night. Sound good.”

“I want to use Babs’ ass like a pillow.”

“All righty, I’ll see what I can do, just let me talk to Pound right quick.”

“Yay, ass pillow!” Scootaloo cheered before falling over again.

Apple Bloom shook her head and trotted back into the room, an apologetic look painted on her features. “Sorry about her, Pound, get a few bottles of cider in that girl and she’s more slippery than a used cart dealer covered in snake oil.”

“No, no, it’s all right… it was… odd… but she didn’t bother me too much.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet,” Apple Bloom chuckled. “I’m just gonna take Scootaloo back downstairs, you want me to bring you up anything?”

“No, thanks Apple Bloom, if anything I’ll be back down in an hour or two.”

The earth pony smiled at him. “You have a good night, Pound.”

“You too, Apple Bloom.”

“Come on Scootaloo, let’s go.”

Pound listened carefully as Apple Bloom’s hoof steps disappeared down the stairs. “It’s clear, you can come out,” he said to Pumpkin once he was sure that Apple Bloom was completely gone. Pumpkin did not come out of her cocoon of blankets. In fact, she didn’t so much as make an effort to budge under the covers.

“Pumpkin?” Pound asked, concerned.

Still no answer. He couldn’t understand why she was ignoring him.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, sliding out of his bed.

Again, nothing.

“Sis, why aren’t you talking to me?” He reached out to Pumpkin only to stop his hoof as she peered out at him from beneath a fold in the sheets. He noticed that her eyes were glistening with tears. “Pumpkin, what’s wrong?”

She softly mumbled something but he couldn’t quite make it out.

“Pumpkin?”

“…” she said again, only marginally louder this time.

“Pumpkin, I can’t hear—”

“I asked you if you liked it when she kissed you,” Pumpkin said tonelessly.

Even without seeing the unicorn herself, Pound could feel a tenseness radiating from underneath the blankets.

“Pumpkin, I—”

“Did you?” There was a very evident quake in her voice.

“Sis…”

“It’s not fair…” Pumpkin sobbed. “E-Everything was going so well and then… then she… she just…”

Pound silenced the crying unicorn by seizing her around the waist and pulling her close. Instinctively, Pumpkin glanced up and found her brother beaming down at her. “Hey, I might have liked it, but you’re definitely the better kisser.”

“Stupid little brother, trying to be all cool,” Pumpkin sniffled, drying her eyes.

“Hey, I am cool…”

“…maybe a little… not.”

“You’re such a brat.” Pound stroked his sister’s cheek.

“Is that any way to talk to your big sister, dweeb?” she cooed, nuzzling into his hoof.

“Bitch,” Pound whispered, leaning in.

“Twerp,” Pumpkin said softly, following his lead.

“Idiot,” they called each other in tandem, just before their lips met. Pound noticed that Pumpkin was more aggressive this time around, as though she had something to prove— no, it was more like she was trying to assert her claim over her younger brother. Placing both hooves on Pound’s chest, she shoved him down and threw the blanket aside. She climbed atop him, staring hungrily at her brother as though he were the last bite of an especially delicious sundae.

Much as he loved her assertiveness, there was still one lingering issue that he just couldn’t ignore again. “The door’s still open you know.”

Pumpkin grinned. Her horn briefly sparked to life, and the door to Pound’s room swung shut, followed by the click of the door locking. “Just in case we have any more unwanted visitors,” she said, resting her hips on his.

“Good thinking.” Pound ran his hooves down the unicorn’s smooth back, earning a shiver from her.

“I know.” Pumpkin replied leaned down and burrowed her muzzle into his neck greedily, kissing and nipping at his tender flesh. This time around, she aimlessly grinded him as she’d seen Scootaloo do during her brief interruption.

“Hey, it’s hard again,” Pumpkin said with a spry smile.

“It is, isn’t it?”

“Want big sis to take care of it?” she asked cattily.

“Are you going to use your mouth again?” Pound asked hopefully.

“Nah, I’ve got something... better in mind.”

Pound rose an eyebrow at her choice in words.

Pumpkin chewed her lip as though she were contemplating the perfect string of words. “Pound… I want to be your first.”

The colt’s eyes went wide at the exciting and forbidden proposition. “Sis, I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything...” Pumpkin rolled off her brother, onto her back. “... just come here.” She beckoned him expectantly with a wave of her hoof. Pound wasted no time in following his sister’s instruction to mount her missionary style; any hesitations pertaining to romance between the siblings had dissolved ages ago.

“Sis, I’m gonna... start now.”

Pumpkin smiled and nodded to let her brother know that she was ready. Pound swallowed nervously and guided his throbbing cock to his sister’s moist folds. Shivering with anticipation, he pressed the head in, eliciting an immediate reaction from Pumpkin.

“Ngh... it… it hurts…” she cried, digging her hooves into her brother’s back.

“Sis, I’m so sorry, I’ll—”

Pumpkin hugged her brother close and shook her head. “Keep going,” she muttered.

“But—”

“I want this.” She looked into his eyes and forced a smile. “So please, keep going.”

Pound nodded and pressed himself further, feeling his sister’s internal walls clenching down on him with a heat and pressure that far exceeded her mouth. He could hear her whine again, but he treated it as nothing more than an afterthought. He soon found his advances met with resistance, but even then he did not stop.

He pressed forth and felt Pumpkin tense up almost instantly. Had he not clenched his eyes to cope with the intense sensation flowing through his member, he’d have seen a tear fall from the unicorn’s eye. He pressed again and heard Pumpkin audibly gasp, her grip around his back only tightening; she was going to leave marks.

With one last thrust, Pound found his advances no longer hindered, his length easily sliding into Pumpkin, who was gasping for air in short breaths, barely even able to keep her eyes open. Pound soon found himself unable to go any further on account of how tight his sister had become. He took a moment to appreciate how his sister’s pussy constricted around him, the pulsing of her moist walls around his head and shaft driving him crazy. He wanted more to be sure, but he needed to give her a moment to cope first.

“So… this is what my first dick feels like, huh?” Pumpkin panted between labored breaths. “Celestia, you’re so fucking big, you know that?”

“Heh.” Pound chuckled at the compliment. “Hey, sis, I’m going to move now, all right?”

“Go slow.”

“Got it.” Pound drew his hips back slowly, wincing slightly as the head of his cock drew along Pumpkin’s slickened walls. Once he felt he’d drawn back far enough, he pushed back in, treating himself to the exquisite texture of his sister’s pussy. Pumpkin gave another sharp gasp as Pound pushed even deeper inside of her. The pain she’d felt from the initial penetration was still evident, but fading fast, gradually becoming more tolerable; enjoyable even.

Pound reared his hips back and pressed in a third time, noting that Pumpkin had grown considerably wetter, not to mention more loose. She moaned this time, a pleasing change from her earlier labored gasping. Her grip on his back had loosened up considerably, now a loving caress as opposed to a scar-inducing death grip.

Pound lingered now, having pushed himself in almost to the hilt. He looked down lovingly at his sister, whose face was now the portrait of bliss; not a hint of pain to be found in her expression. She was simply swimming in the euphoria of being filled, completed even. She was somehow lovelier than she had been moments ago, and it only urged him to move more. Pound gave another slow thrust, eliciting a purr from the unicorn, and kept at it, just grinding away in her. He buried his muzzle in her mane as he pumped his hips, her sweet scent having become as intoxicating as ambrosia, and that’s when she whispered into his ear, “Do it a little harder, dweeb.”

Pound was only to happy to oblige. He drew his cock out even further this time before slamming it back into her warm, waiting pussy. Pumpkin squealed with delight, inspiring Pound to pick up the pace. He pushed in harder and faster with each thrust, watching her expressions and listening intently to her moans. He’d forgotten about pleasing himself in favor of feeding the odd fascination he derived from her body language.

“Hey, my back hurts,” Pumpkin whined suddenly, snapping Pound from his trance and subsequently causing him to stop. “Get off for a minute,” she commanded. The colt—begrudgingly— did as he was told, the cool air of his room replacing the intense warmth of his sister on his colthood.

Pumpkin stood up, stretched her back and found herself looking into the face of a sorely disappointed Pound Cake.

“Are we finished already?” Pound asked, a tinge of disappointment creeping into his tone.

“I dunno, are we?” Pumpkin rose an eyebrow.

“Well, I was hoping I could finish.”

“Then no, we’re not done yet, dweeb.” She gave Pound a quick peck on the cheek. “The floor was killing my back. I just wanted to change positions. Besides... I’ve been watching your eyes all day.” She turned and trotted to the bed, resting her upper body on the mattress while keeping her hindhooves planted firmly to the floor, giving Pound a clear view of her rump. “I think I know what you like...” she claimed, swaying her tail from side to side in a playful manner.

“Yeah, you sure do…” Pound said hungrily, trotting up to his sister, on five legs no less. He stopped before her and took a moment to admire the rump he’d soon be mounting. It was a wonderful thing to behold: tight, well-rounded and shapely, the cream-yellow coloring almost making it seem as though it were glowing in the light of his room. He couldn’t help but think of an especially creamy spongecake as he took it in. And best of all, like icing on the cake, she was still wet from their earlier encounter, dripping one might be inclined to say.

“Are you just going to stand there gawking?” Pumpkin called behind herself, wiggling her plump little hindquarters impatiently.

Pound swallowed back his timidity and reared up over his sister, placing his hooves on her lower back. Slowly, he inched his cock forward while pulling Pumpkin’s hips back towards himself. Before he knew it, he was pressing through Pumpkin’s tight folds, eased in by her natural lubricants. As she had been loosened up considerably from their first encounter, he simply slid the bulk of his girth right in. He could feel the muscles in Pumpkin’s back go tense under his hooves as her pussy sucked him in.

“F-fuck,” she whined, almost losing her footing. “This way feels sooo much better.”

“I’ll say,” Pound grunted, walking his hindlegs up to get a better angle on her flank. Pound pulled back and gave a test thrust, and glided back inside Pumpkin, earning a moan from her. He thrusted again, remarking at how much easier and deeper his thrusting had become as his balls struck home for the first time in his short sexual career.

“Fuck me harder,” Pumpkin whinnied, throwing her hips back on her own as Pound threw himself forward into her. The two picked up a steady momentum, working with each other to fuck even harder and faster. Having figured out that his older sister’s backside could take the abuse, Pound maneuvered his hooves around Pumpkin’s thanklessly thick thighs and began thrusting for the wall.

At some point she grew used to the abuse, her moans growing less dynamic and more contented. He wanted— no, he needed that intensity back, but he had no idea how to get it. He wracked his mind for ways to make her whinny when he spotted it: her horn.

Figuring that he was tall enough, Pound leaned all of his weight against Pumpkin, forcing her to collapse flat on the bed while he rested all of his weight on top of her. From his new position, he could easily lean over to kiss her horn, and that is exactly what he did. The moment his mouth met her magical member, he felt Pumpkin’s back arch and her pussy constrict even tighter, like it was trying to eat his dick. Jackpot.

Pound continued to aggressively rut his sister while molesting her horn with his lips, soon throwing his tongue into the equation. Had he been able to see her face, he’d have relished at how helpless she looked against the pleasure flowing through her horn, but he’d settle for her intensified gasping and cursing in a pinch. To his surprise, her horn began to release blue sparks which only served to intrigue him further.

Between Pound’s cock steadily ramming into her and the fact that her horn felt like it was about to explode in a cloud of frozen lightning, Pumpkin wasn’t sure whether she would pass out from the sexual stimulus or the magical overload her brother was inflicting upon her, but one thing was for sure: she was loving every second of the experience. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and she felt her body beginning to surrender to her younger brother’s manic ravagement of her body. It was at this moment that she felt some wonderful pressure swelling up within herself, growing stronger and more tense with each stroke she received.

Pumpkin was no stranger to masturbation. She knew the first onsets of an orgasm when she felt them, but this one… this one felt substantially different than any she’d ever given herself. It was coming from far deeper within her than her hooves could have ever reached, and judging by the pressure, it was going to be intense.

“D-dweeb,” she sputtered. “Don’t—ah— don’t stop... I think I’m—I think I’m cumming!”

Pound smiled, but said nothing, instead opting to pursue the passionate suckling of her horn and bucking of his hips for the sake of fulfilling his sister’s wishes.

Pumpkin could feel her climax only four thrusts away. Oh fuck, this little dweeb—Then three—he’s about to—then two —about to make me—Then one —about to make me— then she was blasting off— “♥~Kyyyyah!~♥”. Her horn was the first to peak to climax, eyes rolling up into her head as sapphire sparks began to ejaculate from the tip. It felt like somepony was tickling her brain with an electric phoenix feather while a cool winter wind steadily pursued all that the feather touched.

She’d received no reprieve between sexual peaks as her body was already succumbing to the first throes of that much deeper climax. It hit her instantly, her back arching uncontrollably and pussy clamping down on Pound’s cock as a surge of electricity raced up her spine and detonated in her mind. For a moment, there was only a bliss and tranquility and then the world as she knew it came back to her slowly. Pumpkin lay on the bed, convulsing around her brother, unable to utter a single sound much less move of her own volition. Pound had ceased his rutting as well, unable to advance due to how tense Pumpkin had become, though he could feel her loosening up beneath him.

“Oh wow, you little fuckin’ dweeb…” She mumbled at last. “♥~That was amazing~♥.”

“Hey, sis?” Pound asked.

“Mmm?” Pumpkin hummed in acknowledgement.

“Can I finish up now?” His cock was twitching with anticipation.

“Hmmm… not inside…” she teased wiggling her hips left and right, eliciting small grunts from her brother.

“But—”

“Not. Inside,” she said sternly. She noted the disappointed look in her brother’s eyes. With a smirk, she reached back and stroked his cheek. “Don’t worry though, I’ll let you finish up. Just pull out and leave everything to your big sister.”

Pound did as he was told and pulled out of Pumpkin’s still slickened marehood, her juices trailing down her thighs as he freed himself, depriving his rod of that exquisite warmth he knew he’d soon come to crave.

“Now sit down,” she ordered him. Pound sat down on the bed with his legs splayed and his throbbing cock still pointing to true north. Pumpkin wasted no time moving between her brother’s thighs to cradle the length of the shaft that had been ravaging her only moments ago.

“We never finished this earlier, did we?” She taunted, poking his girth with her tongue.

“N-no.”

“You know… I didn’t get to sample much of that cake frosting this morning. If I do this for you, do you promise to give me some more of it?”

With the fate of his climax lying literally in his sister’s hooves, Pound had nothing to say except for exactly what she wanted to hear: “I swear to Celestia, I’ll give you so much of it.”

“Good dweeb.” Pumpkin rewarded him with kiss to his tip. “Yeah, I think we left off right about… here.”

“Oh, fuck, sis!”

It was pair of drained testicles and a belly full of ‘icing’ later that the twins stepped out of Pound’s room, their lives forever changed. Despite the slew of questions this whole incident had resolved and raised, one thing was evident: they could never resume their relationship as just brother and sister. Still, with small blushes on their faces and new skeletons in their respective closets, the two siblings-turned-lovers trotted into the hallway, prepared to face the world.

“Hey, Pound,” Pumpkin said.

“What’s up?”

“You know we can’t ever let anyone else know about this right?”

“Really? Damn, I was about to go downstairs and tell mom and dad that their son and daughter just totally hooked up,” he said sarcastically.

“That’s not what I meant, you dweeb.” Pumpkin jabbed Pound in the shoulder. “I meant that we have to act casual. We can’t make it seem like anything’s up, you know?”

Rubbing his shoulder he said, “Yeah, yeah, I got it, act casual.”

“Act like a dweeb in your case.”

“Little brat.”

“You know you like it.” Pumpkin planted a kiss on Pound’s cheek.

“It only makes you slightly more tolerable.”

“Whatever,” Pumpkin stuck her tongue out at her brother, taking care to playfully pop him in the nose with her tail as she trotted past him. “Well? Aren’t you coming?” she called behind herself.

“Beg your pardon, sis?”

“My room’s down the hall,” she said.

“Yeah… so?”

“Well…” Pumpkin pawed nervously at the floor. “Mom and dad are still downstairs, so I was kinda hoping you could… y’know... tuck me in for the night?”

Pound smirked and swiftly joined his sister’s side, making sure to wrap a wing around her. “Sure. Besides, it’s late. Good fillies should be in bed already.”

“You’re so fucking cheesy, Pound,” Pumpkin said, leaning her head against her brother’s neck as their hoofsteps disappeared down the hall.

A moment passed in the now empty hallway before the door to Pound’s room crept open, and an older pink mare stepped out. “Sheesh, those two are loud, they’re just like their parents… not as fun to watch though.” The mare giggled, as she pranced down the stairs to the party with yet another fun secret burning at the forefront of her mind.

The End.

Was that as good for you as it was for me? Or maybe you’d like another take on how our young stud’s evening was to unfold? Take your pick mon ami, but don’t take your time; life’s too short and it’s impolite to keep an antagonist waiting.

B. There’s Always Room For One More (Ménage à trois)

C. True Passion Lies At The Bottom of a Shot Glass

D. There’s nothing like the eccentricity of an older woman

Author's Note

Inspired by this intimate, timeless and mindfully selected ballad