A Special Reunion

Several months had passed since the family reunion that started Applejack’s uncomfortable feelings about her brother and cousin. She began to realize that she’d been avoiding Big Mac without even meaning to. Hopefully he hadn’t noticed. She didn’t want him to think they were drifting apart, but it grew harder and harder to look him in the eye. To make matters worse, Applejack’s problem was going to return in full force. Braeburn was coming to visit.

On the day of her cousin’s arrival, Granny Smith and Apple Bloom went into town to finish some last minute shopping. Applejack and Big Macintosh planned on meeting Braeburn at the train station, but Applejack came up with a vague excuse about having to stop by Sugarcube Corner, which of course was a lie, leaving her brother to meet up with Braeburn on his own.

Applejack really meant to stay behind and do a bit of snooping. She searched high and low for some sort of evidence of Big Mac’s feelings for Braeburn, but going through her brother’s room revealed nothing out of the ordinary.

“I don’t know what I was expecting to find,” Applejack said to herself. “And snooping through Big Macintosh’s stuff ain’t right anyway.”

Applejack remembered her own special hiding place underneath the floorboards. It’d been so long since she’d taken out her toy or even her magazine. She’d almost forgotten to check for a secret spot like that in her brother’s room. Sure enough, Big Mac’s floor had a similar set of loose boards.

“Well he is my brother after all.”

Applejack set the boards aside and reached down to examine the hidden treasures. She was somewhat relieved to find nothing more than a letter from Braeburn and a nice photograph of him and Big Mac together. Neither the letter nor the photo had anything even remotely suggestive, but the hiding place alone added one last piece of unnecessary evidence to their relationship.

Applejack admired the photo, holding it up to the light. They both looked so happy. It was such a shame that the two of them couldn’t be more open about their feelings, no matter how awkward it may be. Suddenly, she heard Big Macintosh’s voice calling for her, Granny Smith, and Apple Bloom. It sounded like he and Braeburn were right outside the door. Applejack panicked, not knowing how she didn’t hear them come in.

Without putting the photo back, Applejack frantically kicked the loose boards back into place. Realizing she still had the photo, she made a split-second decision to hide in the closest. She stumbled backwards against the back wall of the tiny space, thankfully not making much noise. Without thinking, she closed the closet door. The time to put the photo back had passed, and she was too flustered to even consider coming up with an excuse for being in Big Mac’s room. She heard him and Braeburn enter the room and close the door behind them.

“I couldn’t help myself,” said Braeburn. “Their flanks were just so…”

“Mhm…”

“Sorry, Big Mac. I wasn’t trying to make you jealous. But ain’t the thought of being with them at least a tad exciting? And there ain’t no harm is just looking, right?”

“I don’t like the idea of sharing you,” said Big Mac.

“Aw shucks. You know I’d never do anything behind your back.”

“I know. But just in case, I think I need to remind you why.” Big Mac chuckled.

“Won’t they be back soon?”

“Granny Smith takes an awful long time to get her shopping done, and Applejack said she’d be gone most of the day.”

Braeburn’s sweet little voice gasped.

“Oh, Big Macintosh…”

“Raise that flank, cousin.”

The door between Applejack and her kin did nothing to drown out the sounds they made. The bed creaked so loud that she worried it would collapse. And the wet smacking sounds cleared Applejack’s mind of any doubts about what was happening. Her brother grunted with determined purpose, and Braeburn praised him to the point where Applejack almost couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re amazing,” moaned Braeburn. “So big… The strongest stallion ever! You’re makin’ me so hard…”

Applejack smiled at her cousin’s unapologetic affection. The wet smacking sounds seemed to get louder and faster with each word.

“I haven’t touched myself at all since the reunion,” Braeburn moaned. “I was saving myself for you.”

“You didn’t have to go and do that.”

“I wanted to.”

The bed-creaking and flesh-pounding continued. Applejack leaned against the closet door, shivering with an excitement that she couldn’t control. She felt the same rush of shame as the first time she’d been stuck in this position, but she embraced the shame this time. After holding back for too long, her hoof crept between her hind legs. She massaged her needy marehood and listened to the passion on the other side of the door.

“I’m close,” muttered Big Mac.

“I can feel you starting to flare.” Braeburn panted and whined. “I’m close too.”

“Just from—?”

“Mhmm,” whimpered Braeburn.

“Braebrae…”

“Fill me up.”

“Say you love me…please.”

“I love you so much,” cried the yellow stallion. “I want you…only you. Fill me with your hot—”

Applejack heard an unexpected sound that made her stomach sink. It was the sound of the bedroom door opening.

“Well lookie here. This sure is a sight.”

“Granny!” gasped Big Macintosh.

Applejack froze in a sudden panic as if she’d been the one that was caught.

“Now don’t go makin’ a fuss, dearie,” said Granny Smith. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with a couple healthy young stallions goin’ at each other. Boys will do boys. Or was it boys will be boys?”

“Granny Smith,” said Braeburn, “we weren’t…it ain’t what it looks like.”

“Really?” said Granny Smith. “Then how’re y’all gonna explain how Macintosh’s doohickey got in your derriere?”

“Granny…” said Big Mac with nervous urgency in his voice. “Please…could you leave us be?”

“Well, shoot,” said Granny Smith. “Of course. You’re probably ready to let your juice loose. I’ll leave y’all to it. Just go easy on your cousin. I don’t want anypony hurt.”

“Granny! Please!” shouted Big Mac.

“Oops. I’m ramblin’ aren’t I? Sorry, boys. Y’all have fun.”

Applejack heard the door shut and realized she’d been holding her breath for quite a while. She let out a quiet sigh and put a hoof to her forehead. A few seconds later, she heard the door open again.

“Just make sure y’all are quiet,” said Granny Smith. “I don’t think Apple Bloom needs to hear what you’re up to.” As soon as she closed the door, Granny Smith opened it yet another time. “Oh, and it’s great that you decided to come visit, Braeburn.”

“My pleasure, Granny Smith…” Braeburn whimpered.

Once Granny Smith had closed the door for the third time, Big Macintosh immediately let out a deep moan.

“I said to keep it down,” said Granny Smith, intruding once again. “You’re gonna—oh my…” The door closed gently.

Big Macintosh and Braeburn were panting from exhaustion and probably a bit of frustration. Applejack leaned her head against the wall, breathing rather heavily herself. An uncomfortable silence filled the room. Applejack made extra sure that she didn’t make a sound.

“I reckon we should get on down to see everypony,” said Braeburn.

“Eeyup…” said Big Macintosh.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

“Now she knocks…” thought Applejack.

The courtesy of the knock quickly disappeared as soon as Granny Smith walked in. Nopony had given her permission to enter.

“Granny…” said Big Mac.

“Don’t mind me, boys” said Granny Smith. “Granny Smith will have these here sheets clean as a whistle in no time.”

“Please don’t,” said Big Mac. “We—”

“Braeburn’s our guest,” said Granny Smith. “He’s here for family and fun. Not to do laundry. Here. Take these. Clean yourselves up as best you can before sayin’ “hi” to Apple Bloom.”

“Yes, Granny…” said Big Mac.

“Thanks, Granny Smith,” said Braeburn. “And…sorry.”

“Not another word,” said Granny Smith. “I’m glad y’all are so close. I say keep on buckin’, boys.”

“Granny…” muttered Big Mac.

“Y’all won’t be young forever,” said Granny Smith. “And who knows how long those hips of yours will be able to keep up like you were. Speakin’ of which, how’re you feelin’ Braeburn?”

“I uh…” said Braeburn.

“No aches or pains?”

“No…”

“Granny,” said Big Macintosh. “Please…”

“Sorry,” she said. “I’ll get out of your hair. I’ll see you two downstairs.”

After Granny Smith closed the door, Big Macintosh sighed with relief.

“Well,” said Braeburn. “I think she approves.”