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// Forbidden Love 
// Story: Canterlot And Beyond 
// by Starlight Shadow 
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I can't. She's my sister. 

I can't love her the way I do. I can't imagine her holding my hoof with anything more behind it than platonic affection. It just ain't right. I am Big Macintosh, an upstanding member of society, and such lewd imaginings about my sister are wrong. Wrong in every sense of the word, and I can't have them. 

I can't let my eyes linger too long on her toned flanks. I can't let my traitorous eyes travel down her mane, let my traitorous mind conjure images of me running my hooves through it, and her laughing and kissing me. Kissing me like a lover would, not a sister, lying down together, my hooves traveling down her flanks - No! I can't. I can't, I can't, I can't have those thoughts, I just can't. What if she found out I loved her as more than a sister, what would she think of me? The idea of her shocked, disgusted expression drove those fantasies out of my head. For now. 

As soon as I made my way over to where she was working - not long now - they would all come back. They would all come rushing back, and I would be endlessly grateful for my red coat to hide the red warmth spreading over my face, and I would give her only one-word answers, because every second I'm dreading that it would all spill out, or I would say something stupid and try to cover it up and she'd be onto me. My sister, she's on you the second you say a half-truth or lie, she can sense it. I guess that comes with being the Element of Honesty. 

Here she comes now. She's telling me lunch is soon, so we better finish this section up. I nod. Eeyup, I say, the response I've come to depend on. 

"Hearts and Hooves Day is tomorrow." She mentions. 

"Eeyup." I say in return. I don't have any plans. 

I can't bring myself to love any other mare.