Chapter 3

“WHAT?” the outraged voice screamed at me. “No sister oh mine is gonna tell me that she’s sleeping with another girl. Ya take that back right now little missy.”

I shrank back from the angry voice, the words and reaction exactly what I had feared would be the outcome of telling my family. Bile began to creep up the back of my throat and I felt tears begin to well in my eyes.

The voice continued unabated, not noticing or maybe not caring about my reactions. “No member of the Apple family has ever been gay, and ah ain’t about ta let you ruin that Applebloom.”

That brought me to actual tears and I had to hide my face in my hands. Drops of water ran down my face behind my hands. This was just too much for me to handle.

Across the room, another voice, this one still stern but far gentler rang out. “That’s enough Bonnie. Can’t you see that this is really upsetting her?” Lyra said, putting an end to the abuse being thrown at me.

My head was still buried in my hands and I could only feel a pair of arms wrap themselves around me, pulling me into a tender hug. I looked up and saw Bon-Bon sitting down next to me, her outline blurry through the tears.

“I’m so sorry Applebloom,” she said, her voice abruptly returning to her normal pitch and loosing all traces of the accent she had put on. “I got carried away. My family reacted just like that when I told them.”

Lyra walked over and offered me a tissue. I grabbed it and blew my nose and wiped the tears from my eyes. Bon-Bon let go of me and sat back, her eyes filled with the fear that she had really hurt or upset me.

I gave her a weak smile. “It’s ok Bon-Bon. If we are really going to do this then ah need to hear it all.”

Bon-Bon smiled back at me, her fear changing back to relief. “Don’t worry Applebloom. We will get this sorted out and you can stop keeping secrets. One more before we break for lunch, but I’ll pull it back a bit.”

I nodded and Bon-Bon’s voice switched back to an almost perfect imitation of my sisters. “Ya wanted ta tell me something Sugarcube?”

I grit my teeth and thought of Sweetie Belle. “Sweetie Belle and I are dating…”

After several more run throughs we sat down onto Bon-Bon’s couch with a groan. Lyra remained standing to fetch some drinks. Sweetie got up to help her and they soon came back with a pitcher of apple juice made from my family’s harvest. I wasn’t quite sure if they were being polite or they really thought that the Apples ate and drank nothing but apple. I hoped they were just being polite.

Sweetie and I had been trying to work out how best to tell our families for the last few days. Lyra and Bon-Bon had offered to role play with us with them playing our family members. Bon-Bon had used her talents as an amateur voice actress to imitate Applejack’s voice as well as that of Sweetie’s mother, Pearl. She hit her marks almost perfectly, switching from refined and cultured to what Lyra had called rough and southern in a flash.

We had spent quite a while working on how to break the news to Sweetie’s parents first as we had both decided that they would be the first ones to know. They would be coming back from a trip abroad tomorrow. Applejack and Big Mac still had work to do, and I didn’t want to upset them or distract them from that task just yet.

A bit too soon though, the day came to an end and Sweetie and I had to go. Bon-Bon had a bit of work to do before she opened the next day and Lyra had a performance booked out in the park. We both finished off our drinks and gave Bon-Bon and Lyra a quick hug before heading out the door. They had been a vital source of support throughout the last few days, being two of only a few people that we could be open with. Tomorrow we would come out to Magnum and Pearl and I could only hope that it would go well.

“Applebloom, how nice to see you. Do come in. How are you?” Pearl asked me brightly as she led me into her house. Sweetie Belle was sitting down in the living room and had clearly been expecting me. She got up and gave me a quick hug, one just long enough to suggest a greeting, but not quite long enough to be seen as inappropriate.

Pearl watched us for a moment before walking into the kitchen/dining room combo. “Don’t you two get comfortable; Dinner will be ready in a few minutes.”

We both nodded at her and we separated before walking into the dining room ourselves. It was a well appointed room. Modern appliances lined the walls, the exact opposite of the kitchen in my home where everything was worn cast iron and faded wood marked with scratches and dents.

Sweetie and I sat down around the dining table. Sweetie’s mother and father, Pearl and Magnum, had finally gotten back from one of their business trips and would be spending several weeks at home. Sweetie had managed to guilt trip them into letting me come over for dinner tonight and we had already decided that this would be the moment when we came out to them. It was the best chance that we were going to get as from tomorrow, I would be needed on the farm again. Applejack and Big Macintosh had just about finished the renovations on the barn and I was needed on hand for the painting. I had managed to convince them to let Sweetie help, using the argument that four sets of hands would be better than three.

Around the table, Rarity was casually leaning back in one of the dining chairs, absently drawing out a new pattern for one of her dress designs. Magnum was sitting down on the other side of the table. He had his nose stuck in the sports section of the Ponyville Daily, reading up on how his teams had been doing in the last few weeks. Pearl was standing up over on the side, preparing the dinner for tonight.

It was a classic family scene and I almost didn’t want to risk ruining it, but this was the best chance that we would have for quite some time to come. I ran through several of the scenarios that Bon-Bon had had us practice, trying to remember what we should say in case Pearl and Magnum didn’t react well.

Sweetie gave my hand a quick squeeze under the table as she prepared to tell her parents.

“Mum, dad. I need to tell you something,” she said, her voice dropping out as she spoke. It sounded almost as if she was loosing her nerve. I returned her squeeze and gave her a quick smile. From the corner of my eye I saw Rarity put her design down and begin to listen intently. She clearly had guessed what Sweetie was about to say.

“Oh, what’s that?” Pearl asked absently, picking up a knife and beginning to chop up a few cucumbers that I had brought with me. We did grow more than just apples on the farm.

Sweetie seemed to relax as she felt me squeeze her hand back and she carried on again, “I like Applebloom,” she eventually managed to get out.

Pearl didn’t look away from her work preparing the salad. “That’s nice dear. Applebloom is a fine girl.”

Sweetie seemed a bit put off. Her parents didn’t seem to be listening to her and it sounded like they had just blindly agreed to something they didn’t really hear. “No, I mean I really like Applebloom,” she repeated, putting more emphasis on ‘really’.

Magnum lowered the top of his newspaper and looked at us from across the table. “We heard you the first time honey. You are sexually attracted to Applebloom. Hey Pearl, tickets for the Manehattan Bombers are going on sale tomorrow.”

Sweetie Belle looked stunned that her parents could act so casually at her announcement. Rarity looked on with interest from the other side of the table. Her expression told me that she was just as confused as we were. Sweetie’s mouth flapped open several times until she managed to find her voice again. “Wait, that’s it? No outrage, no questions of how I could do this to you?”

Pearl finished chopping up the salad and walked over to the table, settling herself directly behind Magnum and putting her arms around his shoulders. “I suppose it is time that you learned the truth Sweetie, you too Rarity. You probably just think of us as your square old parents, is that the right word? ‘Square?”

Sweetie nodded at her.

“What you don’t know is what we did before we decided to have kids. We weren’t always the people you know now. When we were dating and even after we were married, Magnum and I were very active members of the swingers scene. We went to parties and we slept with whomever we wanted. I slept with other women and I know that Magnum buggered at least one other man. Between us we have done it all: three-ways, orgies, bondage, submission and domination, roleplay, toys, and we still occasionally dabble when the mood strikes. The Cakes are surprisingly open minded, even after having twins, and those business trips contain more than just business you know.”

“EWWW,” Sweetie said, her face wrinkling up as she no doubt pictured her parents having sex with others. “I really didn’t need to hear that.”

“But ya’ll are married. How can you sleep with others?I asked them. “ That ain’t right.”

“You are quite right there Applebloom, but to Magnum and I what mattered more was the trust than the monogamy. We both knew that variety was the secret to keeping our marriage strong and happy. I am comfortable in allowing Magnum to sleep with other women and even the occasional man because I trust him to always come back to me afterwards. I know that he loves me and that all the others are just meaningless sex.”

Magnum leaned up and gave Pearl a quick kiss. “And I trust her to do the same. The point is that we know just how you may be feeling now, so here it is plain and simple. Sweetie Belle, what matters is that you are happy. If you being happy means that you have to be given a pointless label such as gay or lesbian, then you should wear that label with pride. No matter what you choose to do with your life, we will always be proud of you and will support your decisions.”

Sweetie sat there, her jaw hanging open as she tried to process what she had just been told. I could almost see the gears grinding in her head.

Rarity, who had been sitting silently off to the side was the first one to speak up. “Bu-but I-I-I, how can you two claim to be okay with this? You joined the picket outside Lyra and Bon-Bon’s when they announced their relationship.”

Pearl smiled at her first born, her eyes gleaming. “And didn’t you notice just how quickly the mob disbanded after we joined it. The best way to break something up is from the inside. No, Rarity. Even if we don’t go around advocating it, we both support the idea of free and open love, regardless of whom it occurs between.”

Both Pearl and Magnum turned to look directly at me, and I felt their stares boring into me. “Applebloom,” Magnum spoke up, “We have watched you and Sweetie Belle become closer over the last few years and we were almost to the point of taking bets on how long it would take for something like this to happen. I guess their mother won, so tomorrow I’m taking her out for dinner. The point is that I want you to know this; as long as you make Sweetie happy, then your relationship has our blessing. We just want what is best for our daughter, but we also know that she has the right to choose for herself.”

A soft ding came from the kitchen and Pearl jumped up. “Ohh, dinner’s ready. Magnum, put that paper away and set the table will you? Rarity, you and Sweetie get the drinks and wine out.

Magnum got up instantly and began to get out plates and knives and forks for the table. Rarity looked like a fish out of water, but she still got up to fetch a bottle of wine, moving like she was on autopilot.

Soon we all had food and a glass of wine before us. I had never had any wine before, as we normally didn’t have it on the farm, preferring our own brands of hard cider.

Pearl lifted her glass up, tapping it gently with her fork. “A toast; To Sweetie Belle and Applebloom. May they find love in each other’s arms.”

“Hear hear,” Magnum replied lifting his own glass up and tapping it against. We all raised our glasses and took a sip of the wine. I almost spluttered as I tasted it, quickly following it up with a cough. It was very sweet and a little overpowering. Sweetie Belle put her glass down and thumped my back a few times until I stopped coughing. I put my wine down after that.

Magnum smiled and picked up his knife and we all took it as a cue to start eating the food on our own plates. I glanced over at Sweetie Belle as she tucked into a sweet potato. She looked relieved as she watched her parents eating calmly.

It wasn’t until I had a mouthful of food almost to my mouth that I realised the full extent of what had just happened. We had actually done it. We had come out to Sweetie’s parents and they had thrown their full support behind us. It was a far better ending than I could have hoped for. Somehow I didn’t think that my own family would be this understanding.

“Up and at’em Applebloom,” Applejack called out, throwing a pile of clothes onto my bed, with much of the pile landing on my face. I pulled them off of me and shot daggers at my sister who had thrown them. She had a beaming smirk on her face.

“You best be gettin’ ready there sugar. Mac and ah got jus’ a few thing’s left ta do this mornin’ and then we all gotta get busy paintin’. What time is Sweetie Belle commin’ over?”

“After lunch,” I mumbled, trying to sort out the clothes that Applejack had thrown at me. They looked like the kind of shapeless clothes that we had reserved for painting duty.

“Well then, ya’ll join us when she does. Stay outta the barn until then, alright sugarcube?” Applejack said. She looked serious when she said that last part. I wasn’t sure what she meant by that; there was nothing dangerous happening today, it should just be cleaning up and then painting.

“Alright,” I nodded. Whatever the reason was, it wouldn’t be bad. Applejack didn’t lie, especially to her family.

“Great, see ya’ll then,” Applejack said, her voice returning to her more normal light hearted self. She turned around and left me with the bundle of clothes that she had thrown at me. I shoved them all off the edge of the bed and tried to wrap myself in my blanket again. It would be another few hours until Sweetie turned up and I could always use an extra moment of sleep.

After what felt like a few seconds, my hopes of sleep were broken by the feeling of a hand working its way up one of my legs and gently tracing a path towards my slit. As soon as I felt it get too close, I jumped up, trying to pull away from the finger to find Sweetie Belle standing over me, a coy smile on her face.

“Sweetie,” I panted, the shock of her arrival having left me breathless, “What are you doing here?” A look over at the clock next to my bed showed that it was still mid morning, and well before she had said she was going to be over.

“I got bored,” she said simply. She lifted one of her hands up and began to pull away the sheets from on top of me. “I thought that we could have a little fun before we began for the day,” she said as she pulled the sheet away totally. Her other hand began to gently trace the curve of my breasts through my night shirt.

As much as I wanted to, I knew that it would be a foolish idea to fool around right now. Granny Smith seemed to have selective supernatural hearing and would almost certainly come to investigate a stray moan or cry. I pulled Sweetie’s hands away from me, but gave her a quick kiss instead. “Not now. Since you’re here, we might as well get on over to tha barn an help out.

I clambered out of bed and straightened out the sheets and quilt. It was a habit that Applejack had tried to press on me, though I only really did it when others were likely to see my room. Once the bed was looking smooth, I stripped off my night shirt and gave Sweetie an eye full of my naked body for a moment before reaching down to pick up the clothes that had fallen to the floor. As I reached for them, I felt Sweetie’s hands grab hold of my ass and she gave me a quick squeeze.

I closed my eyes in pleasure as one of her hands shifted between my thighs to stroke my vagina, but I had to pull away after a moment. If I didn’t, then no doubt I would let Sweetie Belle convince me to take her to bed and risk Granny Smith or Applejack walking in on us.

I turned back to Sweetie and leaned in to give her a hug, letting my naked breasts crush up against her. “Sorry Sweetie, not now,” I said before rummaging through my drawers to find my bra. From the corner of my eye I could see Sweetie pout, putting on her best ‘Please’ face. I looked away and focused on finding my missing clothes.

Eventually, I managed to get all my clothes on and dragged my hairbrush through the tangles that were in my hair. Sweetie handed me my hair bow and we both made our way out of my room and downstairs into the kitchen. Granny Smith was busy in the kitchen working on making apple jams. Sweetie Belle moved over to help her while I grabbed one of the apples sitting on the counter to have for breakfast. The smell of fresh produce and the sticky sweet smell of the jam was mouth watering but I figured that we should get going. Granny Smith didn’t need any help making the jam and she waved off Sweetie’s attempts to help.

“Why don’t you youngin’s go give Applejack a hand. Sooner started, sooner done ah always said,” Granny Smith said, picking up a spoon and stirring in more sugar for the jam mix.

I mumbled something around the apple in my mouth that we were going to do just that and Sweetie and I left the kitchen out the back, emerging into the bright mid morning sun. I quickly finished off the apple and chucked the core over the fence into the pig sty. A pair of appreciative grunts followed from behind the fence. Our prize sow, Lady Piggington had just given birth to a farrow of piglets and was extra hungry.

On the way over to the barn, Sweetie pulled me to the side and handed me a small wrapped box. “This is from mum and dad. They said that there is a gift for each of us in here, something that they had Rarity custom make for us. I’ve already seen the one that they gave me but I didn’t get to see what they made for you, just that it is meant to be something personal.”

I took the box and unwrapped it as gently as I could. It was small and very light, so it couldn’t contain much. Once I had the wrapping off, I opened the box to find that there was a pair of earrings and a golden necklace resting inside it. The necklace was an apple surrounded by what looked like a stylised sun and it gleamed in the bright sun. The earrings were made from silver and both of them contained large and perfectly cut sapphires. It was clear that the necklace was meant for me, and I picked it up to take a closer look.

“Wow, ah sure didn’t expect this,” I said, examining the necklace closely. “Ah don’t know if ah can accept this. It must of cost a lot.”

Sweetie motioned for me to turn around and took the necklace from me. I turned around and lifted up my hair so as to allow her access to my neck. Sweetie placed the chain around me and fiddled with the clasp for a moment, adjusting it until the necklace sat comfortably. I turned around to find her already beginning to fit the earrings into her ears. The sapphires went well with her eyes.

“This is a gift, to welcome you to our family Applebloom. Don’t make a fuss and just take it. It looks like Rarity put a lot of effort into these, and she is the most generous person I know. It would be an insult not to accept this,” Sweetie said. She knew that I would never refuse the gift after she had mentioned that it would be an insult.

The necklace felt great and I made a mental note to thank Rarity the next time I saw her. I tucked the necklace under my shirt; I didn’t want it to get dirty or scratched while we were working later and we both began to walk out through the orchard towards the renovated barn.

As we approached the barn, we could see that the doors were firmly shut, something that struck me as odd. Applejack and Mac should still be moving things out of the barn before we started painting. Why would they have closed the door? Getting closer, we both froze in place when we heard an unmistakable sound, one that we had both heard and made ourselves often enough to know it when we heard it. It was the soft feminine moan of a woman having her pussy licked.

“MMMMMmmmmmm, just like that,” we heard from within the barn. Sweetie looked at me and I was sure that I had on an identical expression of surprise on my face. Did Applejack have a secret lover that she hadn’t told us about? Why would she hide something like this? It dawned on me that this must be the reason that Applejack didn’t want us to come into the barn until after lunch. She had arranged to meet with her lover and they were having sex before the days (day’s) work got started. I turned around to head back to the house to give them some privacy again, but Sweetie grabbed my wrist and started to pull me towards the barn.

“What are ya doing?” I whispered to her as we reached the barn and Sweetie began to look for an opening or window to look in on.

“Don’t you want to know just who is in there?” Sweetie replied as she began to climb up on several barrels that were stacked up near the front door. The opening to the hay loft was still open and we would just be able to reach it if we tried.

I wasn’t sure but I jumped up with her, more out of trying to keep Sweetie from making a mess and being discovered than from any real desire to watch my sister fuck some random stranger. ’Jus’ one look, then we are gettin’ out’ I thought to myself as I climbed in the window and landed in the piles of hay that were stored up here.

Sweetie Belle dropped down next to me, the hay covering the noise of her fall. A pigeon that had been roosting in the loft next to us took off however, disturbed by our entry. It took off, hooting and flapping its wings loudly. Below us the moaning stopped instantly, replaced by heavy breathing.

A second later, a heavy male voice spoke, “What was that?”

My heart froze in place. There was no mistaking that voice. It was the strong but often silent voice of my brother.

“Ain’t nothin’, jus’ a bird. Now get back to it, brother O mine,” Applejack replied. A second later, her moaning resumed.

Sweetie and I moved forward towards the edge of the loft. From where we were sitting we hadn’t been able to see what was going on in the lower part of the barn, but I had a fair idea as to what would be happening. I couldn’t believe it though, and I really hoped that I was wrong.

When we reached the edge and looked down, there was no question that what we had heard was a mistake. Spread out on her back, resting on one of the piles of hay scattered around the barn was Applejack, buck naked and with her legs spread as wide as she could manage. Resting between her thighs was Big Mac, his face buried in her crotch, eagerly licking her out. I could see that one of his hands was slowly rubbing himself through his overalls, the other one was working out the buttons that held the overalls on. Applejack was using her hands to rub her breasts and from the shrieks of pleasure, she was enjoying being eaten out by her brother.

“OOOHHH, right there. That’s it Mac, munch on ya sister’s cunt”

Big Mac’s hand managed to release the buttons that were holding the last shreds of his overall on and he quickly removed them; the dusty farm clothes fell to the ground around his feet and he stepped out of them, now only clad in his underwear.

I wanted to look away, but I just couldn’t. Instead my eyes were drawn to Big Mac’s underwear and the massive bulge that poked out from under it. It looked like the elastic was ready to rip apart as Mac reached down and began to pull his underwear down his legs. In one moment, Both Sweetie Belle and I had to silence gasps as we watched Big Mac’s cock appear. It was massive, easily as thick as my wrist and a good ten inches long and it wasn’t even fully hard yet.

Applejack wrapped her legs around Big Mac’s back and gave him a quick squeeze before pushing his head away from her pussy. I watched as she leaned down and gave him a deep kiss, gently twisting him around until he was now the one sitting in the hay and she was sitting atop him.

“Ah’ve been looking forward to this all mornin’,” Applejack said as she rubbed her cunt over Mac’s stiffening rod. “Time for you ta get yer reward.”

I couldn’t believe what I was watching. My brother and sister were about to fuck like rabbits, and from the way they were acting, this wasn’t going to be the first time either. I knew that the Apple Family was closer than most, but I never knew it was this close. Sweetie pulled me aside, her eyes twinkling. “We should totally fuck them,” she whispered to me. “It would be SO hot to watch you screw Mac silly.”

I heard what Sweetie Belle was saying and I almost lost the little breakfast I had eaten. It was one of the most disgusting things she had ever suggested. I could never fuck my brother or sister. From the looks of it, Big Mac’s tool would split me in two if I even tried.

Dimly I noticed that Sweetie had begun rubbing herself, having pushed a hand into her pants when I wasn’t looking. She was clearly getting into the entire scene and if I didn’t do something soon, I was willing to bet that either she would be noticed or she would jump down and try to join in. To my own shame, I could feel a damp spot begin to form between my thighs.

Taking one more look at my siblings, I pulled Sweetie away from the loft’s edge, leading her back out of the opening and towards the ground. Sweetie didn’t want to go, but I leaned in and whispered into her ear, “Let’s go to the pond.” Sweetie go my meaning instantly and she almost raced towards the swimming pond where we had shared our first intimate encounter.

Once there, Sweetie wasted no time in pulling off her clothes and laying down on the ground, spreading her legs open to show her vagina already dripping with juice. I followed her, removing everything but the necklace that she had given me. With one hand, I inserted a finger into my own snatch and leaned in to give Sweetie a long lick. She bucked and moaned before me, her hands wrapping around my head to pull me closer.

It seemed that Sweetie had gotten her wish afterall.

That afternoon, the painting was an odd affair. Neither Sweetie nor I said anything and Applejack and Big Mac acted exactly as one would expect a brother and sister to do. I tried to focus on the painting itself, filling my mind with brush strokes and how much paint I should be using for each wall, but the images of Applejack sitting down over Big Mac’s cock just wouldn’t leave me alone. In my mind I could see her expression, filled with joy and pleasure as he entered her.

From the looks that Sweetie kept on sending me and the sidelong glances that she gave to Big Mac, I was willing to bet that she hadn’t given up on her suggestion either. She was serious about wanting to do my brother, but I just couldn’t see my self doing it. Big Mac was my brother after all. I didn’t see him as anything other than my older brother, no matter how handsome and rugged he was.

I managed to focus on the painting for the remainder of the day, and it wasn’t until late afternoon that Applejack called for us to stop for the day. We had managed to paint over almost all of the inside, with just one or two spots needing a second coat to be called down. Applejack said that she and Mac would take care of it tomorrow morning, so there was no need for Sweetie to come over tomorrow, though Sweetie said that she was more than happy to lend a hand again.

“Generous, jus’ like your sister,” Applejack said, giving Sweetie a quick rub on the head. “Don’t you worry, this will only take a jiff tomorrow an’ we’re done. Tell ya folk’s we said thanks an’ all that.”

Sweetie looked disappointed, but she didn’t press the issue. It would have looked odd if she kept trying to insist on coming over again.

“Alright. Have fun you two,” she said to Applejack and Big Mac, putting just a bit too much emphasis on her words. Luckily, Applejack didn’t seem to notice it.

“Will do. Thanks again fer yer help Sweetie Belle. Tell that sister oh yers to come visit us sometime, we miss her.”

“I will,” Sweetie said before waving to all of us and leaving the farm.

Off in the distance, Granny Smith began to ring the dinner bell, a cry of “Soup’s on” following. Applejack and Big Mac turned to head back to the house while I lingered for a moment, still thinking about what I had seen earlier in the day. I was going to have to tell them that I had seen them at some point. I just had to figure out when the best time was.

Big May sat lazily on one of the hay bales scattered around the barn. He had no clothing on and I could see every inch of his built body from my position on my knees between his legs. Sweetie Belle was sandwiched next to me and she was gently sliding her breasts up and down Mac’s leg. Above us, Mac was absently jacking his dick to hardness, his head leaning back and an expression of pleasure on his face.

Sweetie reached up and replaced Mac’s hands with her lips, somehow managing to fit his swelling tip inside her mouth and she began to swallow his length. She took him down to her limit and I could see her throat bulging out as she tried to contain his dick in her mouth. One of her hands was stroking and rubbing her pussy as she did so.

Mac groaned and ran his hands through Sweetie’s hair, his fingers tracing her curls as she started to bob back up on his dick. Soon she had only the tip of his cock in her mouth and she fell forwards again, opening up her throat as she moved down. I watched as she locked eyes with Big Mac, not blinking as they began to water from the strain of sucking his dick. Soon, she had him almost to the root and Mac’s mouth hung open as he stared dumbstruck at the sight.

Sweetie eventually had to rise off of Mac’s cock, and she did so quickly, coughing slightly before offering his slick dick to me. I looked at it for a second before standing up and bringing it to my mouth. Below me Sweetie reached in and began to play with Mac’s hanging balls with her hands. Opening my mouth wide, I leaned forward and felt Big Mac’s dick enter me.

Mac’s tool filled my mouth as I closed my lips around it. It was warm and hard as a rock. A thin dribble of sweet fluid dripped from the tip as I ran my tongue under his dick. I dropped down and quickly felt him press against the back side of my throat, just as Sweetie had done a moment before. Taking a deep breath, I push forward more and Big Mac’s cock entered past my throat and began to travel down further. My eyes began to water as I realised that I couldn’t breathe with him filling me like this.

I had to pull back after a few seconds, gasping for breath. I as did so, I noticed that Sweetie was now sucking on Mac’s balls, gently running her tongue along his sack and squeezing very gently. I joined her, taking his balls into my mouth and noting the strong salty taste of his skin. Above us, Mac’s shaft leaked clear fluids and every few seconds one of us would reach up and give his a lick or a suck. Mac was moaning almost constantly now and he put a hand on each of us, his fingers reaching down to play with our breasts.

Sweetie Belle gave me a wink and we both rose up to engulf my brother’s cock at once, our lips meeting with his cock in the middle. Once we were both in position, we began to slide up his dick, timing ourselves so that we never broke the kiss. As we reached the tip, I saw Sweetie’s tongue dart out to flick the Mac’s throbbing glands.

“UUUGggghhh,” Mac cried out as Sweetie broke away from our kiss to clamber up on top of his body. I pulled back slightly to get a good view of them as Sweetie turned around and guided Mac’s swelling dick towards her dripping tunnel. Sweetie tried to push down, but Mac’s cock was just too large for her to handle and it wouldn’t go in.

She kept trying, sliding her pussy over his length to ensure that it was slick before lining it up again. She paused to look directly at me for a moment before she bit down on her lower lip and shoved herself downwards. Mac’s cock hit her and her lips opened like a flower as he slipped inside her.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH,” Sweetie screamed out as she sank down on my brother’s penis. As she bottomed out around him, I could see a bulge in her belly that showed me just how deeply Mac had penetrated her. Sweetie traced the outline of Mac’s cock on her belly with one of her hands as she got used to the new pressure within her. A small trickle of blood oozed from her lip; she had bitten herself hard enough to draw blood when Big Mac had entered her.

After a few moments, Mac put his hands on Sweetie Belle’s hips and began to lift her up. I watched in fascination as Sweetie rose up off of my brothers shaft, leaving it covered in shiny fluid. As she neared the tip of his dick, Big Mac pulled back down and he slowly filled Sweetie back up until she was resting with almost his entire length inside her again. I wasn’t sure how she had managed to fit him all inside her without tearing something, but Sweetie looked like she was having the most intense moment of her life.

Their pace began to quicken as Sweetie loosened up and became used to Mac’s size. Every thrust was accompanied by the slapping sound of their hips meeting and the grunts of Mac as it looked like he struggled not to cum already. I began to rub myself as I watched, wishing that it was me in Sweetie’s place.

From the look on his face, Big Mac was clearly fighting a loosing battle and with a gasp from Sweetie, he pulled her down as deeply as he could, pushing deeper into her that he had gone on any other stroke and held her still. I could see his balls contract and Sweetie gasp quickly changed into a squeal as I could only imagine the feeling of rope after rope of my brother’s hot seed filling her body.

After several twitches, Mac began to soften and he pulled out of Sweetie Belle. A gush of white goo followed and Sweetie fell down to the ground, her eyes staring up at the roof of the barn and her legs spread wide open as Big Mac’s cum spilled lazily from her body.

I didn’t have much time to look however, as Big Mac pushed me down to the ground and spread my legs with his hands. I didn’t resist him and I glanced down to see that his dick had already recovered much of its lost hardness. It was still covered in his cum and Sweetie’s juices and he wasted no time in lining it up with my soaked entrance. On instinct, I lifted my hips up off the floor to meet him. I grit my teeth as I felt the tip of Mac’s monster begin to press up against me, forcing my lips apart as it worked its way inside, a searing pain blocking out my thoughts…

With a gasp I sat upright in my bed. Looking around, I recognised my room at the farm. Sweat rolled off of my skin, soaking into the sheets around me. As I lay there panting, I noticed that my pussy was absolutely aching for attention. It was fully wet and puffy, leaking fluids into the sheets and had been for some time, going by the smell. Without hesitation I plunged a finger inside my snatch, sighing as I felt it be swallowed up by my burning sex.

I began pumping my finger as quickly as I could, listening to the squelching noises that it made. I could feel an orgasm quickly building up and as it drew near the image of Big Mac’s cock floated into my mind again. It was so perfectly shaped, a massive length and width. The feel of it and its taste from the dream were perfectly clear in my mind. I could just about smell the musky odour of Mac’s balls as Sweetie had sucked on them. It was all just too much for me.

“Oh Mac,” I whispered just before I came. Cum dripped around my fingers as I bucked into the bed. My other hand began to rub my clit hard as I kept the image of my brother’s hard cock in my mind. It was soon lost in a haze of bliss as a powerful orgasm rocked my body, stronger than any I had felt before. I had to bite down on my lip to keep a scream from escaping my mouth, the pain distracting me from the overwhelming pleasure.

Eventually, I calmed down and relaxed back into my bed, panting slightly and hoping that no one had heard me. I had bucked my sheets off at some point and the cool night air felt pleasant to my sweaty body.

As I lay there atop sheets that were drenched in my own cum, I realised that Sweetie Belle had been right about one thing. It would be totally hot to screw my siblings, and I decided that come hell or high water I was going to fuck them.

Author's Note

Well, here is chapter 3. A bit less on the clop, but more story and character development.

This was originally going to be combined with the next chapter to make one massive one, but I changed my mind during planning as it would have meant just too much going on in a single chapter.

And also to wYvern for edits and corrections.