//------------------------------// // Curse or bless // Story: Sister of mine // by Comrade Abigor //------------------------------// It was her curse. It has always been her curse. Since they both were young. She would hold her and wouldn't want to let go. Sometimes, mother would find her having fallen asleep with the snoring foal in her embrace. She didn't quite understand romantic feelings back then. But now she was certain that's what it was. And what it is. It got more troublesome when her desires for Sweetie became more..... carnal. Just all of a sudden, out of nowhere she started looking at her in ways no big sister should ever look at their baby sister. And yet she did. She hated herself for it but she couldn't help but admire her from. Her physique. Her soft, white fur. Her pretty eyes. Her majestic voice. Her scent. Her beautiful mane. How much she looked like her. How cute she looked when she would try impossible acts to impress her. How determined she was whenever she set her mind on something. Her cheerful and playful manner. Everything about Sweetie Belle made Rarity want her. And each second that passed made her want her even more. But she didn't act. She knew better. She was the bigger sister. She would never do that to her baby sister. No matter how much she desired it. After all, what does a lady have if not self control. Every hug drive her crazy. Every kiss in the cheek she would steal from time to time only fueled her lust further. Every moment of eye contact screamed at her to jump and pull her into a deep, passionate kiss. But she refrained, every time. She would hold back. She would not move. Despite how much her body and soul wanted to go forward and melt into one with that of Sweetie Belle. Despite how much her heart begged her for just one kiss, first and last, no more afterwards. She resisted. And she took pride on that. She would see herself as stronger than any carnal longing that could haunt her soul. Still. It didn't mean that didn't have a toll. Sometimes she would get so distracted she would leave her work in half and just do nothing. Some nights she had spent in her room crying when the longing got so bad. She never let Sweetie know but she did cry a lot during the nights because of that. When she wasn't crying, she felt guilty for pleasuring herself thinking about her sister, cursing herself for allowing desire to make her go that low. But in the end of the day that was the better alternative to going and actually doing something with Sweetie. Sometimes she'd be so blind with lust she'd let the door slightly open, hoping, no, praying that Sweetie would come in and catch her in the act while she was calling her name. Of course, Sweetie never came in, fortunately. She didn't know what that was gonna achieve if she did catch her in the act. And she would often mentally punish herself for even imagining such a thing, let alone going through with it. "Sis! But i wanted to cook breakfast!" Sweetie Belle whined in irritation. "Oh I'm sorry darling. I just didn't want to tire you is all. So i thought you'd like a meal prepared specifically for you by yours truly." Rarity put the pancakes and juice in the table and prepared the seats for the two of them. "You're just afraid i would burn the food again" Sweetie complained as she went and sat down to eat. "Maybe" Rarity replied simply and with a tease smile "But it's mainly because i wanted to prepare food for my beautiful little sister!" Sweetie puffed in annoyance but didn't say much. Instead she took a bite out of her pancake and started chewing. Immediately she hummed in pleasure as the taste filled her mouth. "You cook good I'll give you that!" she said with her mouth full, causing Rarity to giggle at the display. "Oh Sweetie, don't be such as charmer." She said as she kept looking at her little sister. Smiling lovingly as she did. Not rarely she would have thoughts of suicide. Even right now she was thinking about it. After all, it was probably the best act an immoral mare such as her could do. To think that way of a foal, let alone your own sister, was unacceptable. Wrong. Yet at the same time, it felt so, so right to her. Sweetie Belle was the apple of her eye. Despite all the temptation, every moment spent with her little sister brought her unimaginable joy. Sure they had some moments of sibling fights here and there. But she could handle those. She could handle the temptations, the torment, the lament, the denial of her need, the loneliness at nights, the guilt, the constant need to refrain and hold back, all the torture in the world, she could handle it all. What she couldn't handle however was to be without her precious little sister. She could give up her dresses, all the gems in the world, her boutique, all the fame, her magic, her horn, her beauty and youth, damn it even her friends. But she could never give up Sweetie. The day she did so would be the day she died. Despite being the object of her lust and desire. Despite being the root of her suffering. Sweetie was the light of her life. She couldn't talk to anyone about this. If she did she'd lose everything. Her friends will leave her, her family would shun her, nobody would want anything to do with her, her business would crumble to the ground and worst of all, they would take Sweetie Belle away from her and she'd probably be locked away from anyone, away from her precious little sister. She had noone to talk to. Noone to turn to for help. All she had for comfort, was Sweetie Belle. Everytime she looked at her she felt nothing but joy and love. Everytime she looked at her she knew, she was sure, that all of it was worth it. Rarity was in a dark endless grave and Sweetie Bell was the only light that kept her safe from the shadows. And she didn't want to blow that light away by some foolishness. "Aren't you hungry sis? You're not eating anything." "Hm? Oh I'm not really hungry dear don't worry about me. Eat up and get ready for school. Don't want to be late now do we?" "Okay." Sweetie replied as she continued eating. "Anything bothering you dear?" "Oh no it's nothing it's just," Sweetie sighed "Hearts and Hooves day is coming up soon and i still have no special somepony yet" "A special somepony? But darling, aren't you a bit young for that just yet?" "I'm not! I already got my cutie mark, so why can't i also have a special somepony?!" "Well" Rarity thought how to best approach this "You're young, and much like your cutie mark you can't just force a special sompony to show up. You'll know when it happens and if you haven't found one yet it just means it's not the right time." "Hmph not fair" Sweetie crossed her front legs. "Do your friends have special someponies?" "No, but everypony else does!" "I don't." Rarity stated matter-of-factly,, leaving Sweetie a bit surprised. "You don't?" "Nope" "Why not? You're older than me" "....... Let's just say I'm saving myself for the one." "Oh, i see. So you haven't found your special somepony yet either?" "You can say that." "Oh, okay" "See Sweetie? It not a bad thing to wait. Rushing things wouldn't be good. Take it easy. You'll find a pony to love one day. That i assure you." "You sure?" "Why of course, who wouldn't fall in love with you?!" Sweetie smiled at that. "Thanks sis" she got up and approached Rarity. Once she got close, she hugged her sister tightly. "Oh... it's okay Sweetie. Everything for you." Rarity replied as she hugged back. Now the hard part started. Physical contact like this always made this awkward. She could resist though. She always resisted. She was already blushing. But she was strong. For Sweetie. All she needed to do was resist. Not give in to the temptation. She needed to.... she had to.... "Mwah!" She kissed Sweetie in the cheek and rubbed her mane. "Now go get ready for school, young lady. I don't want to be hearing that you're going late to class or anything" "Yes sis!" Sweetie said as she quickly went away "Love you Rarity!" Her heart skipped a bit. "Love you too, Sweetie Belle!" Everytime Sweetie told her she loved her, she felt like she'd achieved everything in life. She was aware the young girl didn't mean it the way Rarity wished it was, but she'd be damned if she denied herself the ecstasy it brought her to hear those words from Sweetie. It was heaven above heavens. Every time she had to resist the urge to fall to the ground and worship her like the goddess she was to her. It took all she had to resist breaking down in front of Sweetie and letting her know how much she loved her. Yet she only expressed all of that whenever she said she loved her back. Although Sweetie would never know that Rarity didn't mean it in such an innocent way, to Rarity that moment was everything. She could express her love in words and hide it as simple sisterly love. Nobody would ever know the truth. The truth, that when she said those words she really meant them. Sweetie Belle was the only one who would hear those words from her. She had made peace with herself about that fact. Even if it meant she'll die alone it would be worth it. If she couldn't be with Sweetie Bell she wouldn't be with anyone else. Sweetie Bell was everything to her. She was the reason she was still alive. The only person in her life she would sacrifice even her life for. The one person she felt she couldn't be generous enough with. The thing to her more precious than any gem or rare piece of fabric in the world. The light in the dark void of her sinful mind. The angel from her most divine dreams. The temptation of her heart. Of the heart she owns. The phantom that would haunt her in this life and the other. Her precious little sister. Her love. Her one true love. Her first and only love. Her goddess, to whom she prays to every night with tears and sobs or moans and heavy breaths of sinful delight. Her priceless gem. Her treasure. Her One. Her only One. Her damnation. Her curse. No. She was her blessing.