Pound My Pumpkin

Pound My Pumpkin

Pound Cake smiled to himself as he flew home from school, his saddlebags full of his textbooks and homework. So far, High School seemed to agree with him. He had made plenty of friends, he was actually on the school's stormball team, and was actually quite popular with the fillies, from what he'd heard tell. Most of his colt peers seemed to be somewhat jealous, not that he liked that. He was always trying to make friends, just like his Aunt Pinkie had always taught him.

If only school was the worst of his problems.

Reaching Sugarcube Corner, Pound slowly settled to the ground, folding his wings. He pushed the door open as he entered, making the little bell ring.

"Just a second! I'll be right with you!"

The sound of that angelic voice triggered a reaction Pound both dreaded and had become used to.

*POOMF!*

As Pound struggled to relax and refold his wings, the source of the voice popped her head over the counter, and he lost all focus as he stared anew into those beautiful baby blue eyes. "Big Brother!" she called happily, vaulting over the counter to embrace him.

He couldn't help but admire the smoothness of her leap, the way her light muscles flowed under her skin, the way the light caught her spiral horn as she raced to his side...or how warm she felt against him. Within moments, he stepped back, recapturing his breath. "Hey, sis!" he replied happily, struggling to keep his body reactions under control.

With their greetings out of the way, they headed into the store/residence, chatting about their days. As they chatted, Pound couldn't help but reminisce about how this stuation had come to pass.

They had always been together. That made sense, since they were twins. They had shared such a strong bond since the day of their birth, and they always wanted to be together. This had been just fine...until the day they entered puberty, the day they had gotten their Cutie Marks.

At the thought, Pound couldn't keep his eyes from straying to his sister's flank, where a slice of angel food cake adorned her buttery coat. He'd always thought it appropriate, since Pumpkin had always been an innocent little angel in his eyes. The slice of Devil's Food on his own flank was - in his opinion - quite telling...as it was on the day he had earned it that he had discovered in his heart impure desires for his own twin.

Their discussion over, Pumpkin returned to mind the store front, but not before turning back to him. "Oh, by the way...Mom and Dad are going to be at the baking competition for the week, so we're on our own. They feel they can trust us not to get into any mischef while they're gone. We won't let them down, right big brother?"

He smiled reassuringly at her, trying to calm his heart. There was another part of why this was so hard. The way she called him 'big brother' always sent his heart racing. She called him that because he had grown to be physically bigger than her...not that this gave him any power in their relationship.

As he passed by the kitchen, he was once again reminded of why that was. The glow of Pumpkin's magic surrounded nearly everything in their, as she continued to bake more sweets even as she minded the front counter. Princess Twilight had once suggested that Pumpkin be enrolled in Celesiia's school, but she had declined, as baking was her true passion.

As he passed, Pound couldn't help but extend a hoof to caress the flow of magical energy, feeling the texture of it, a mix of warm ice and silk that always made him shudder. His wings once more snapped open, and he quickly raced up to their room, glad that no one had ever explained 'wingboners' to Pumpkin.

Ever since the day they had matured, he had dealt with this...infatuation with his twin sister. He could not escape it. He had tried everything he could think of to escape it, to train himself away from it...but nothing worked. While other mares and fillies could catch his eye, and he could 'inspire' himself in various ways...nothing got him quite like her orange locks against her yellow coat. Even the 'Playcolt' Wonderbolts issue with the Spitfire/Rainbow Dash centerfold - which his yearmates all claimed was the hottest thing this side of dragon breath - didn't make his wings snap to attention quite like a glimpse of those baby blue eyes gazing up at him through her eyelashes.

And now he would be spending an entire week alone with his sister, with nopony around to help him keep himself in check. As he collapsed onto his bed, he prayed his self control was up to the task.

Pound slowly stirred, noticing a few things off. For one, he was on his back, but he always slept on his stomach. For another, a familiar warm-ice-and-silk sensation wrapped around all four hooves, as he lay spread eagled on his back. But when he felt hot breath on his stallionhood, his eyes snapped open to the one thing he never expected to see.

Pumpkin sat between his hind legs, her eyes locked on his rising member in hungry fascination. Her horn glowed in the misty light of the room. Gazing up at him through her long eyelashes, she smiled. "Awake, big brother?"

He began to stammer in shock. "Wha-? Pumpkin?" As she breathed on him once more he shivered. "Pumpkin? What? Wha-" A band of magic covered his mouth.

"Shh..." Pumpkin whispered. "Don't question it." Smiling at him, she once more breathed on his now erect stallionhood, then took it into her forehooves and began to caress it with her warm tongue.

Pound's head fell back as he moaned in pleasure. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. It was so wrong...but it felt so good. He had wanted something like this for so long, and now it was happening... All thought left his mind as she took him into her mouth, her warm, rough tongue caressing his member as her lips squeezed him gently. As much as he tried to hold himself back, it wasn't long before he found his release.

As he opened his eyes, he saw Pumpkin licking her lips, having pulled back from him as he finished. "Now there's the cream filling," she said seductively, before giggling at the ridiculous metaphore. She then stepped back, her magic releasing his hooves.

He scampered to his hooves, struggling to wrap his mind around what had just happened. He shook his head, trying to find words, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out.

Pumpkin giggled. "Don't worry, Big Brother. I know exactly what's bothering you. After all..." She turned around, lowering her head to her hooves as she raised her flank into the air in his face. She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. "...I've been waiting for this as long as you have," she said, deliberately moving her tail to give him a fully unobstructed view of her dripping marehood.

His wings snapped to full extension so fast he was half afraid he'd pulled a muscle, but he wasted no time in concern. "Pumpkin!" he cried in yearning as he moved forward, resting his upper body on her raised flank as he manuevered his member against her opening.

She let out a throaty moan. "That's it...pound me..."

Needing no further invitation, Pound pushed himself into his sister, losing himself in the moment as they both screamed out in pleasure.

Losing himself completely in the act, he pounded repeatedly into his sister, letting years of pent up yearnings out in this single moment. Pushing him on was the sound of sis sister's voice calling out to him. "Yes, that's it! More, big brother, give me more! Oh, Celestia, YES! BIG BROTHER!!!"

Pound shot to his hooves, his blanket falling off his shoulders. Glancing out the window, he saw that the sun was just starting to set. He blinked, trying to make sense of what just happened. Was it...was it just a daydream?"

Pumpkin stuck her head in the room. "Big Brother," she said sweetly, "dinner's almost ready."

Pound nodded dumbly. Pumpkin pulled her head back. Pound looked up at the setting sun, and prayed to Celestia's fading light that he might find a way to stop wanting his sister this way.

But as he turned around, he prayed his darkest desire to Luna's rising moon...that he might see a sign that Pumpkin wanted him back.