My name is Telsa, and this is a compiled set of stories from my life on my family's farm. My family is... very close, and these are the tales of how we got that way.
I’m not sure why I’m writing this, except maybe to reflect on it when I’m older – or maybe it’s just to get it off my chest. Either way, this is an account of some of the… quirks about me and my family. I guess I should start at the beginning.
My name is Telsa. I’m from a family of farmers. Wheat farmers, to be exact. We’ve been growing wheat for generations on a reasonably sized farm out in the Hayworth Expanse. Very rural area, lots of other farmers as neighbors but miles apart, so lots of privacy.
We’re a family of mostly earth ponies, but have the occasional mix – for example, my sister is a pegasus. And really, that’s where it all starts. With my sister.
It all started when we just foals. My little sister, named Forte, was a rambunctious blue pegasus from birth. I, on the other hand, was a rambunctious green pony. Needless to say, we were always fighting – the only edge I had was that I was a year older, so I at least won the wrestling matches we would get into.
The real problem, and focus of these stories, started when we were teenagers. I remember it quite vividly – it was a few days after the Hearth’s Warming festival, so it was bitterly cold outside. Our family had come to visit but had all left at this point, and the wheat had become dormant for the winter, so our chores were lessened. Still, my sister and I were left in charge with managing the stores, so every day we would have to check and make sure nothing was coming to eat our crops and the temperature was right, etc etc.
I had woken up early that morning to the smell of baked bread. Assuming that our mother had cooked some breakfast for us, I hopped out of bed and headed downstairs. When I walked into the kitchen, instead of my mother I found my sister in the kitchen, bread and butter out on the table smelling heavenly.
“Heya bro!” she greeted me warmly. “Finally got Mom’s recipe down! Try some and tell me how it is.”
I had never been much of a cook, but my sister was very gifted with it. I sat down at the table with an appreciative nod, slicing some bread and buttering it. “Where’s Mom and Dad? Are they still sleeping?” It was strange for our parents, practically workaholics, to ever sleep in and miss breakfast.
“Nah, they headed into town already. They said something about ‘supplies’ for a new line of crops. Bet one of our uncles put some crazy idea in Dad’s head.” She shrugged, pulling off her small apron and sitting down across the table from me.
Munching down on the bread, I rolled my eyes. Dad was always getting new ideas and trying to advance the farm. “They say when they’re coming back?” I managed through a mouthful of bread.
Forte shook her head at me. “The roads are pretty nasty, so who knows. Dad took the big cart, though.”
I groaned. That meant that we had to do our chores around the farm with the smaller carts, which took extra long. “I guess we should get started then. I’d like to finish checking the stores sooner rather than later to be done with it.”
Forte looked a little hurt that I didn’t eat more of her bread or even compliment it, which I thought was odd – she normally wasn’t very sensitive about this kind of stuff, so I shrugged it off, even if it was a little rude. Either way she followed me out of the house and across the cold ground to the storage unit. I won’t bore you with the details, since I’ve always been terrible with farming to be honest, but we kept the wheat in a closed off barn that was insulated from cold and critters, with only one entrance. It was nice and warm inside, with large metal bins holding a majority of the wheat and a small raised walkway between them.
When we entered the storage, a strange smell faintly tickled my nose. I thought nothing of it at first. “Forte, you wanna go up and check the gauges? I’ll follow you.”
“Oh… uh, nah, you can handle the walkway today.” I cocked an eyebrow at my sister. She always loved to do the walkway, generally wanting to fly up there and show off her pegasus wings. This was my second warning sign that something was up, but being a dumb young colt, I shrugged and began climbing up the stairs.
As I stepped onto the walkway, the strange smell I had smelled upon arrival seemed to lessen, which made me feel better. The walkway was rickety and made loud creaking noises as I walked along it, looking down into the bins. Forte and I usually went up together, but today she sat by the door, looking almost… embarrassed. Again, I ignored all the warnings that anything was different about my sister that day and continued my inspection.
As fate would have it, one of the gauges caught my eye. It looked slightly lower than it should, so I called out to Forte. “Hey, bin 5 looks low, come here and help me adjust it.” Adjusting was a two person job, as one person had to release the valve on some pipes while the other would watch the gauge.
Forte moved slower than usual, walking up the walkway instead of flying as usual. Even my lack of observation skills couldn’t miss that, so I perked up my ears at her. “Hey, you okay?”
She jumped at the question, her brows furrowing. “I’m fine! What a stupid question!” With that she hurried up and grabbed the valve. “Just watch the stupid gauge.”
My sister’s odd behavior made me raise an eyebrow at her, but more importantly I realized that strange smell had returned. It smelled sweet, which was generally a bad thing around the stores. “Do you smell that?” I asked, looking down at the bins to see if there was a fungus or something in them.
“No – now watch the gauge!” She spat the words at me, and looking up I saw her blushing slightly. I had no idea what was going on, but the smell seemed to be getting stronger. Still, her response didn’t make me want to bring it up again, so I watched as she turned the valve and the guage moved slowly.
It only took half a minute or so to get the gauge right, but the smell kept getting stronger. The more I smelled it, the more I seemed to… like it, like smelling a sweet flower bouquet or something. Even my slow brain eventually put two and two together and realized that the smell was coming from my sister. “Ok, I think the bin’s fine now, sis. And… uh… I think you need to take a shower or something.”
I know. It was a really stupid thing to say. She looked at me with a look of horrified disgust, as if I had slapped her. In typical Forte fashion, she immediately tackled me with anger in her eyes.
At this point, we hadn’t had one of our knock-down, drag-out wrestling matches in a while. The last time we had fought like this I had been a head or so taller than my sister – I hadn’t done much growing since then, but she certainly had. She pinned me to the ground of the walkway and started pelting my neck with punches, while I pushed her chest upward, trying to get her off of me and out of reach to hit me.
I managed to push her up and off of me, shaking the walkway as I hopped up and gritted my teeth. I didn’t know what had gotten into my sister, but right now I was too angry to care. I swung wildly at her but she bounded off the walkway, flying in a tight arc out and around me. Her air superiorty was always her best advantage, and she caught me with her hindhooves in the side. I had not expected as much force as she had used, and lost my footing.
I heard the walkway railing bend with a horrible grinding noise. I felt a sensation of flying, or rather falling. Then I heard a loud clunk.
I don’t know how long I was out, but when I came to my sister was standing over me with a very worried expression on her face, her muzzle very close to mine. As I opened my eyes, she breathed a sigh of relief, reaching down to hug me.
When she hugged me, I realized we were inside one of the wheat bins, and I was laying on a large grain pile. Looking up, there was a sizable dent in the bin where my head had hit, and the throbbing pain in my head helped support that theory.
“I’m so sorry, Telsa!” Forte said, hugging me tight and sitting down on me. “I didn’t mean to do that!”
Reaching a hoof up to rub my head, I blinked at her. Her muzzle was rubbing the side of mine and her body was being pressed tightly into me. But most importantly, that sweet smell was back now – and stronger than ever.
“I-it’s okay, Forte. I… um, didn’t mean to… say… you smelled.” I had trouble speaking, because the smell was getting stronger as my sister hugged me. I had never smelled it before, but my body reacted as if it was the most natural thing in the world. The throbbing pain in my head was gradually replaced with a tightening sensation in my groin, my shaft tightening just slightly.
Forte chuckled on me. “I won this time, though!” A smile crept onto her muzzle. “No arguing that one.” As I said, I usually won our scuffles because I had been bigger than her, but she had caught up with me at this point.
I was in no mood to argue though, as the more of the sweet scent I smelled, the tighter my crotch got. My sister laying on top of me was not helping the situation – walking around without clothes was normal, but getting a chubby in front of your sister? She’d never let me live it down, so I hoped she wouldn’t notice.
My sister noticed it, of course. She immediately let go of the hug and pushed herself up and off of me. Her face shot to my underside now, which was laid bare since I was flat on my back, a look of shock on her face.
“I-I-I d-didn’t mean… um,” I stammered, my hooves moving to cover up myself and rolling away from her. “It wasn’t… I didn’t-“ I began apologizing looking over my shoulder at my sister, but a blue hoof on my snout silenced me instantly.
I looked at my sister’s face, expecting a look of revilement, or perhaps a mischievous “you’re gonna be in so much trouble” look. Instead, I found half-lidded eyes and a grin surrounded by flushed cheeks. “Is that for me?” she asked, in a very un-sister-like tone.
The smell – that sweet smell that had caused my body to react this way – seemed to intensify in strength, causing my cock to slide out even further from its sheath. “It… uh… the smell… did it…” I had never been more embarrassed in my life. If I had even half my sense I would have known what my sister was trying to do, but I was far too petrified of exposing myself to realize it, trying to cover myself up with my hooves. The smell had coaxed it out of me, and not being the brightest of stallions, I still hadn’t figured out where it was coming from.
My sister knew, of course.
I felt her hoof rest on my side before feeling her breath on my neck. “I can help with that…” My body tensed up immediately as I looked down. My sister’s muzzle was against my neck and her body was sliding up to mine from behind.
“F-Forte? What are you… oooo~,” was all I managed as her hoof moved to around my shaft. It twitched under her touch, hardening instantly.
“Relax big brother,” she said in a sultry voice. “Your little sis can handle this.” Her hoof started sliding up and down my rod even as my body shrank away.
Don’t get me wrong. I loved the feeling. But I had never been with any mare that way – I was still a young teenager. I didn’t know that my sister did have experience (story for another day), and she could tell I was brand new at this. And I think that just made it hotter for her.
At this point she was blushing crimson through her blue fur, and she looked up at me. Her rainbow colored eyes stared at me with a hunger, and I stared back, totally lost in just how amazing all of this felt. As her hoof slid up and down my cock, her wings flared out and gently brushed my rump, causing a tickling sensation to make me open my legs wider.
She broke the staring contest we had by plowing her lips into mine, shoving her delicious tongue into my mouth. I shuddered with the warmth of it, using my own tongue to gently lick hers. My body moved of its own accord, shifting to lay on my back, completely exposing myself.
My sister wasted no time at this point, letting her mouth slip away from mine, her hoof stroking my throbbing member hard into my belly. “Is this all for me?” she asked, giving me a playful squeeze. “You shouldn’t have, bro…”
Within seconds, she had slid her mouth down to the tip of my completely hard dick, her tongue lolling out to lick my flared tip. My hooves shot to my sides, pushing into the pile of grain that we laid on. “S-sis… we can’t… do this…” It was all I could to form words. This was my last strand of sanity before being completely lost to lust.
I’ll never forget the look she shot me then. One half closed rainbow eye looked back at me over her shoulder, a scarlet hue under her eyes and a wicked grin on her face, her tongue sticking out towards my cock. It is still one of the sexiest memory I have all these years later.
“Sure we can,” was all she said, but beyond that she swiveled her own hips to lift one of her hind legs over me, straddling my chest.
As thick as I was, there was no mistaking what was making that sweet scent that made me go crazy. My sister’s pussy now sat on my chest, winking up at me and practically fuming of sex. I doubt any stallion (or mare for that matter) could say no to such a sight and smell as I had then.
Before I could even take advantage of the situation, though, my sister made sure I would be distracted, plunging my shaft into her mouth. I winced at the pleasure, but my eyes never left my sister’s nether lips, practically dripping juices on me.
And thus, my resolve was broken. It no longer mattered who it was laying on top of me. I had to have a taste. My hooves moved up to grab my sister’s ass and I bent my neck, putting my snout right up against her puffy lips. The sweet smell of heat assaulted my nose, and I was lost in pleasure.
As she slipped my rod into her muzzle, my own tongue slipped out of its home, pressing against her labia. She was completely soaked, and as I licked up her slit I savored the taste of her juices. She appeared to enjoy it to, moaning into my dick and stopping her oral assault for a moment. A second later, however, she shoved the rest of me into her mouth, sucking hard and dancing her tongue around me.
Even in our primal state of lust, we were still eager to outdo each other as siblings always do. I pushed my tongue into her opening, the taste of her filling my head with more desire, my snout pressing into her lips softly. I wanted to make her moan again and again, and she wanted me to squeal with delight.
She began to bob back and forth on my cock, up and down and up and down. With each movement she shoved her crotch into my face, and I took the opportunity to lick deeply inside of her. Each of us moaned with each swaying motion, her on my cock and me into her pussy.
Faster and faster she moved, her hooves moving to grip my rump and pull more of me into her, while I hooked my own hooves around her hing legs, pulling her further towards my mouth. My sister was lost in a pumping rhythm, being slammed back and forth between my shaft and my snout.
It was a hazy blur of sex, and it didn’t last long. Her tongue flicking over my dick quickly sent me over the edge, and as I orgasmed I bucked my hips upward hard. Being a young colt, I wasn’t particularly large in that area, so I didn’t hurt her, but it still caught her off guard, and she yelped quickly as I began shooting my load into her. I could feel her tense up as she came with me, although my face was already covered with her fluids so I couldn’t tell otherwise.
My hips trembled and twitched as I spasmed upward, shooting wave after wave of cum into her mouth. Since I caught her off guard, most of it dribbled out of the sides of her muzzle onto my belly, but she swallowed some of it, lightly licking and sucking me dry as I finished climaxing.
Being unexperienced myself, my tongue continued playing with her puffy entrance in a sporadic fashion, slowing as I finished. She trembled at my continued touches, but placed a hoof on my head, pushing me away from her.
“Damn, bro, stop it! That tickles!” she said, letting my cock slip from her mouth and looking behind her. “I finished already.”
The look she gave me suddenly brought memories to my mind. Memories of my little sister as a foal, giving her piggyback rides, sharing my toys (whether I wanted to or not), Forte scraping her hoof and crying into my shoulder. Reality came rushing back to slap me in the face.
She must have realized it too, because we both looked at each other with faces conveying utter shock at what we had done. Forte slipped off of me, and suddenly I couldn’t bring myself to look at her. To call me embarrassed would be an understatement.
We both got out of the grain bin without a word and Forte dashed out of the storage building immediately, her face crimson. I was too ashamed to follow her or console her and instead continued my inspection of the wheat by myself. I didn’t know what else to do.
For the rest of the day we avoided each other. I spent most of it outside doing the chores around the farm, my mind only half focused on any of the tasks. When I passed the house I saw Forte in the kitchen window and our eyes met, but we both looked away quickly. It was a very awkward day.
I skipped lunch, giving her as much space as I could. It was very cold but I hardly felt it. I probably worked harder that day on the farm than I ever had before, doing anything to keep my mind off the events of the morning.
I was so focused that I didn’t see our parents coming down the main road. When my mother called to me from the far side of the yard I felt like I jumped ten hands off the ground. “Telsa, what’cha doin’?”
My sister could have been mistaken for a clone of my mother; they looked identical. To make matters more confusing her name was also Forte (Senior, of course… complicated family history). Still, we just called her Mom so there really wasn’t much of a problem, even if she looked almost exactly like an older version of my sister and had the same name.
After what had transpired that morning, it was still the only thing I had on my mind. Looking at my mother, all of the images came flooding back. I looked away from her, unable to meet her gaze and instead looked at my father.
He was exactly what you’d expect from a farm horse, a large tan stallion with short brown hair. He commonly wore overalls, and was almost always chewing on a strand of wheat. He gave me a hard look, as if to say, “Why are you so jumpy?” but just grunted a greeting, trotting towards me with his big cart in tow.
“H-hey, Mom. Hi Dad.” I struggled to catch my breath from fright. It was as if I’d forgotten that my parents existed, and seeing them again made certain fears race into my head. What would they do to me if they knew? Would they call the police? As I said I was very young and naïve, but even then I knew what I had done with my sister was wrong somehow.
“Telly, you look a mess!” my mother chirped, flying across the yard to land in front of me. I blinked hard and forced myself to look at her, trying to ignore the mental images that kept popping up. Her face looked back at mine with concern. “What did you do to your muzzle?”
It was only then that I realized I had never washed my face from the morning. My sister’s juices had seeped into my fur and matted it all around my mouth. I froze, panicked that my mother would realize what had happened simply from looking at me.
“Leave him be, dear,” my father said, approaching us with his squeaky cart. “He’s been working hard, see?” He flicked his head around the yard, towards stacked supplies, organized tools, and other various things I had taken care of that day. “He’s bound t’ be scuffled up a bit.”
My mother shook her head at him, ignoring his words. “You worked so hard, Telly. Here, let me clean you up.” She opened her mouth and leaned into me, ready to lick my muzzle to help straighten my fur as mothers tend to do. I realized this was an awful idea and she would taste exactly what was on my muzzle if she licked it. I pulled away from her rather violently.
“N-no, Mom! I’ll just get a bath!” I dashed towards the house, leaving both of my parents outside with bewildered expressions.
I had forgotten that I was avoiding my sister at that point, and as I hurriedly opened the door I looked up and our eyes met again. She had been walking towards the front door as I had entered, and we froze, face to face, muzzles mere inches from one another.
Both of us flushed instantly, but we continued staring at each other, shocked expressions on our faces. I spoke first. “I’m… gonna take a bath.”
Forte nodded back at me. “Okay.”
With that, we broke the awkward stare and I moved aside so she could walk through the door to go outside and greet our parents. I turned and focused on putting one hoof in front of the other, going upstairs to the family bathroom.
I’m sure you’ll be unhappy to hear that the bath was completely uneventful. I simply scrubbed off my face and body, wincing at the dull pain on the top of my head. After finishing, I dried myself off and checked myself in the mirror, making sure my face was clean.
“Telly! Dinner time!” My mother’s voice rang out from downstairs, and if I hadn’t already been green I think I would have turned so as my stomach retched.
We always tried to have a family dinner with everyone sitting around the table. That would mean I would have to sit right next to Forte.
I almost thought about calling down that I was sick, or not hungry, but my stomach growled at me. I hadn’t eaten anything but a single slice of bread for breakfast all day and I suddenly felt incredibly hungry.
I can’t avoid her for the rest of my life, I thought to myself. Just head down and eat, everything will be fine. Maybe she won’t even remember? I know, I know. We already established I was young and stupid.
Taking a deep breath I headed downstairs, a wonderful smell filling my nostrils. As I came into the kitchen, I saw my father and sister already seated across the table from one another while my mother was putting food on plates. My father seemed to be telling my sister about what they had done in town that day.
“–not a terrible idea. And it gives us something to grow between wheat seasons. Might be a bit late to get started now though.”
Forte nodded at him politely and smiled, but remained mostly silent – which was unusual for her. She glanced at me but only for a moment, looking back at Dad quickly.
“Ah, Telsa. Help me with these plates.” My mother turned around to give me a plate of food, and I nodded back at her, moving the plate over to the table.
Within a minute, we were all seated and eating a lovely meal of baked potatoes and warm stew. Forte and I focused on our food, avoiding looking at each other.
“So how was today for you two then?” Mom asked in a sing-song voice. “Did my little foals have fun on the farm?”
I nearly choked on a potato, breaking into a coughing fit. “Son, chew yer food better,” Dad said, patting me on the back with a strong hoof.
“It… uh… was pretty good,” Forte responded as I coughed into my hoof. “I got a lot of cleaning done.”
Mom beamed at her. “I could tell! The house looks great! And the yard was so well organized – did you do that all yourself, Telly?”
I nodded, drinking some water to subdue my coughing.
“Surely you don’t expect me to believe both of you worked all day?” Mom said with a wry smile. My eyes grew wide, thinking that she somehow knew what we had done. “Come on, your mother knows that you foals had to play some games or something.”
I realized that she was just poking fun at us being lazy and breathed in relief. “Oh, uh… ya. We played...” I looked at Forte and she looked back at me. “… wrestling.”
It was the first thing that came to mind, although I felt immediately stupid saying it. Mom gave me an exasperated look. “You two were fighting again? I thought we were past this. I was wondering why you both were so quiet.” She threw her hooves up in defeat. “Listen, you’re brother and sister, and you’re gonna be brother and sister for the rest of your lives. Get over whatever little squabbles you have and move on.”
Something about my mother’s words struck a chord. She was my sister, and I couldn’t avoid her for the rest of my life. I looked over at her and again our eyes met. My sister seemed to come to the same realization, and she smiled at me for the first time since this morning. I couldn’t help but smile back – and all seemed right with the world.
The rest of the meal went as smoothly as normal, with my father quietly grunting between mouthfuls and my mother chatting us up, asking about our chores or telling us the different things she had wanted to buy in town but decided against.
Once everyone was done eating, my mother pushed back from the table and stood up. “Well, your father and I have had a very long and taxing trip. I think we’ll be going to bed sooner rather than later.” As she trotted past Dad she gave him a loving squeeze on the shoulder. “You two don’t stay up too late, all right?”
Forte and I nodded at her. “Don’t worry, Mom, we’ll pick up the dishes.”
My mother gave a mock gasp. “My children? Doing the dishes? Catch me dear!” She pretended to faint, as my father got up and half-heartedly caught her with a hoof. My mother was always a goofball.
Forte and I both rolled our eyes at her as we stood up to start picking up the table. With a chuckle, our parents left the kitchen, and within moments we could hear my father’s heavy hoofsteps walking up the stairs (my mother liked to fly up and down them).
I cleaned off the dishes into the trash, giving them to Forte to wash in the sink. We did this in silence for a moment, before she broke in. “So, Telsa. I’m… uh… sorry about this morning.”
I nearly dropped the dish I was holding, but managed to hold on to it. Instinctively I looked over my shoulder to make sure our parents hadn’t come back before responding. “N-no, I’m sorry. It was my fault.”
She gave me a dumbstruck look. “Your fault? How could it have been your fault?”
“Well… my… little guy came out, didn’t he?” I blushed furiously as I said it, knowing how stupid it sounded.
Forte giggled at me. “Heh, ‘little guy’. Is that what you call it?”
I gave her an angry look. “No! I was just trying to be… polite is all.” I huffed at her.
“Listen, it wasn’t your fault. I was in crazy heat today. Everything just got a little… out of hoof.”
“Heat?” Trust me, if I had half the sense I do now, I would have known not to show how completely ignorant of pony biology I was. “What do ya mean, heat?”
My sister literally face-hooved here, even with her hoof being soapy and wet from the dishes. “Are you serious? You don’t know what heat is?” When I shook my head she sighed at my hopelessness. “It’s when a mare… really needs a stallion’s ‘little guy’.” She stuck her tongue out at me.
“You mean… that was that smell?” I suddenly remembered the smell and the associated taste came back to my tongue.
“You’re such an idiot,” she said, rolling her eyes at me. “Of course it was. Why do you think I got defensive about you saying I was smelly!”
I shrugged at her. “You get defensive about anything I say. So… it really was your fault.” I stared out the window at the darkening sky, thinking about this. So it had been her heat that made us go wild. I felt immensely better, like I had no blame at all in the matter, and a weight had been lifted off my chest.
I must have smiled, because Forte punched me in the flank lightly, saying, “Stop daydreaming about it!” I had not been thinking about ‘it’, of course, but when she said something I started to. The smells, the tastes, the feelings…
“It… was pretty awesome,” I blurted out, blushing.
My sister looked like she was about to shout at me, but instead she blushed too. “It… wasn’t bad at all.”
Both of us looked at each other again, staring into each other’s eyes, flank to flank next to the kitchen sink. We just stood there looking deeply at each other in complete silence.
We both smelled it at the same time. That same familiar sweet scent hit my nose, making my eyes widen slightly. My sister’s blush could not have gotten worse at that point, but we stayed frozen, looking at each other in an uncomfortable silence.
I broke it first this time. “Is that… for me?” I hadn’t intended to lower my voice, but it had happened regardless, my voice coming as more of a growl than talking.
My sister’s jaw dropped slightly, but after a moment she closed it, turning back to the sink, and gave an almost imperceptible nod.
Nothing else could have turned me on faster than knowing that I had made my little sister horny just by looking at her. I felt my cock tighten in its sheath below me. My gaze shot back towards the kitchen entrance near the stairs, expecting my father or mother to come charging in yelling at both of us. But no one was there.
Forte was still blushing furiously, but she grabbed another dirty dish from my stack and started to wash it in the soapy sink. I could still smell her and it was making more and more of my ‘little guy’ come out, hoping to play.
This was insane. Here we were – my sister and me, standing in the middle of our kitchen, the smell of her heat wafting about and my arousal poking out, and our parents just above us in their room. Still, I couldn’t help myself as I turned around, my head now facing opposite hers, our flanks parallel, and snuck a peek down at the source of that heavenly smell.
As if inviting me to do so, her tail lifted and limped to the side, exposing her puffy pink lips and tailhole to my view. I felt the urge to dive my snout back into her, but stopped myself.
“F-Forte. We… we should stop this,” I whispered to her. “You’re my sister!”
“…I know.” I hadn’t expected her to answer me like that.
“So… you think we should stop then?” I wanted to punch myself for saying it.
“…I don’t know.”
“What do you mean?”
She continued washing her dishes as I just stood beside her, my face hovering over her exposed marehood.
“Listen, Telsa. You and I both had a great time this morning, right?” She didn’t wait for a response. “It’s not like we’re getting married or anything. There’s nothing wrong with two ponies just having fun, just like m-“. She stopped herself, as if she almost let something slip.
I raised an eyebrow as I looked over my shoulder at her. “Two ponies just having fun?” I repeated. “Just like what?”
“N-nothing. Nevermind.” She began scrubbing the dish furiously, as if cleaning it was the most important thing she could ever do.
I didn’t care what she was going to say. Her words had already got me going. She wants this, I thought. I want it too. Just two ponies having fun. No harm, right?
I made up my mind, leaning down to her exposed marehood and lapping at it with my tongue. I felt her shudder against my flank, hearing her drop her dish into the water with a splash. Her tail twitched, but she made no audible sound.
I almost took her silence as a challenge. I wanted to make my sister squeal. I wanted to make her moan like she had moaned this morning. And I knew she wanted it too.
At this point her smell had overwhelmed me again and my shaft was rapidly growing under me, hanging below my belly. If either of our parents had come into the kitchen we would be in so much trouble. But I guess that just made the whole thing even hotter.
I licked at her pussy again, savoring her taste. I heard her slowly pick up the dish out of the water, washing it as if to mock me, as if saying ‘I barely notice you.’ Accepting the challenge, I let my tongue rapidly slide up and down her slit.
As I’ve already said, I had no idea about pony biology at this point, but even a knucklehead like myself noticed when I flicked my sister’s clitoris. She lurched forward and gasped, dropping the dish again and gripping the counter with her forehooves. I looked at her puzzled, worried for a second that I had hurt her.
“Do… that… again…” she said quietly, still holding the countertop as if it was the only thing keeping her upright.
I gladly obliged, flicking my tongue down to her sensitive bits. She gasped again as I found the sweet little orb, and with a third lick I was sure I had found something to make her moan again. Taking the initiative, I moved in, taking her clit in my mouth and sucking on it.
Neither of us had anticipated her to scream out, “Telsa!” at this point, but she did anyway. I immediately regretted my action and bolted upright with an apologetic look on my face. Both of us tensed up and looked toward the stairs, as if expecting our parents to come bolting into the kitchen.
“Fort, you okay down there?” came Mom’s voice down the stairs.
We exchanged a look, then Forte called out, “Ya Mom! We’re fine!”
We waited for a moment before her response came. “You kids better be playing nice!”
I breathed a sigh of relief. I turned to look at Forte… but I was met with a passionate kiss. Forte hugged my neck, pulling me into an embrace and kissing my lips, sliding her tongue into my mouth.
I melted into the kiss, hugging her back and snaking my own tongue around hers and back into her mouth. To be fair, I was (and probably still am) a terrible kisser, but I don’t think it mattered at that moment. I felt her hot breath in my mouth, and her cheeks were emanating heat from a strong blush.
It felt like forever before we broke the kiss. When we finally did, we looked into each other’s eyes, our snouts rubbing against each other.
Forte pulled away her snout but still was hugging me. “Let’s go outside,” she whispered in a sultry voice. “Where no one can hear me scream.”
My cock jumped at her words but I simply nodded back at her. I had come this far – I wasn’t about to back out now.
The short trot through the house was incredibly nerve-racking. Every creak from the floor made me jump, expecting my parents to zoom down and catch me with my hardened dick following my dripping sister. Still, nothing happened as we made our way to the front door, opened it silently, and stepped out into the brisk night air.
It was even colder now, our breath coming out in little clouds, but my body felt oddly warm. Forte turned to me, her rainbow eyes sparkling in the moonlight. She tilted her head back to the storage building – back where it had all began that morning.
I nodded silently and we both trotted across the yard towards the storehouse. I glanced over my shoulder, noticing that the lights in my parents’ second story bedroom were out. They must already be asleep.
The storehouse was very dark inside with just rays of moonlight through the small windows and doorway as we opened it. Forte slipped inside first and I followed, closing it silently behind me. As I turned back towards Forte I was shown a glorious sight – her rump high in the air, tail flung to the side, while her forelegs and head laid on the ground in front of her.
I could see her marehood glistening in the starlight as she wiggled her ass at me. “Come on now, bro. Don’t leave your sister waiting!” Her taunting me just riled me up more, my shaft now fully hardening. At this point I wanted to mount her immediately right then and there, but I remembered that I wanted to make her squeal first.
Leaning down I wasted no time in finding her clit again, flicking it rapidly up and down with my tongue. Her moans muffled into the dirt as her rump bounced in front of me with each flick, her hindlegs jumping to tippy-hooves as if to escape me.
“You can do better than that, sis,” I told her, moving my hoof to lightly press on her button. “I thought you wanted to scream.” With the last word I pushed into her hard, squeezing her sweet spot against her marehood.
She let out a long and loud squeaky moan, but simply panted into the ground. “And you’ll… have to do better… than that…” she managed between breaths.
Her egging me on pushed me over the edge. I was done with the foreplay at this point and I moved up, stepping over her hind legs and pushing them down to prepare to mount her, my cock inching towards her moistened hole.
“W-wait, Telsa!” she said, shrinking away from me a bit.
I instantly froze. “What is it, Forte?” Something in her tone told me that something was wrong, and I thought I had done something to hurt her.
“It’s just… I’ve never… had a stallion there…”
“Oh. Well, um… I’ve never had a mare either.” I shrugged at this. The point seemed moot – I had never had anything, and I thought she knew that.
“I mean… I’ve done stuff with m- with… uh, mares, using toys,” she said, seeming to stop mid-sentence and correct herself. “Just… not the real thing.”
My rational side was coming back. “Oh. Well, we don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” I REALLY want to though.
“No, it’s just… go slow, okay?” With that, she seemed to resolve herself to what was about to happen, pushing her hips back up into my chest.
“O-okay, Forte.” Yes!
I stepped forward, straddling her with my member fully erect again as I felt the heat from her pussy. My flared tip brushed against her puffy lips and it made me shudder – it was so warm and wet! I thrusted forward instinctively, the tip just grazing her labia before being directed automatically inside her thanks to all the wetness that surrounded it.
I shivered on top of her rump, bending down from the pleasure and moaning. I found myself looking at her face, as she laid it sideways on the ground, scrunched up in pleasure, her tongue panting out of her mouth. The view intensified my lust, so I pushed forward, edging my hind hooves forward along the ground to push closer to her.
I slid a few inches into her in the next thrust, nearly touching my medial ring to her lips. Leaning forward, I said the first thing that came to my mind. “How does it feel, sis?” It came out with a grunt, slightly from the position I was in and slightly from the pleasure I was feeling.
“It’s wonderful~!” she said back, opening up the one eye that was facing up to look at me. “I’m fine… don’t stop!”
I thrusted again, feeling her tight inner walls wrap around me as I pushed deeper into her. My medial ring slipped in relatively simply, which caused her to moan very loudly, her hooves digging into the ground.
Seeing Forte writhing under me in pleasure was almost too much and I thrusted all the way in her in one more go. We both shuddered as I hilted myself, feeling her cavity squeeze me. She moaned at the intrusion, her wings puffing out to the sides as she trembled.
“Mmmm… I’ve never felt so… full before,” she said, panting. “N-never thought it would… feel so good…”
“Me… either,” I replied, breathing hard myself, my mind racing. As good as my sister’s mouth had been, her pussy was even better, like a warm and soft hoof was gently massaging my entire shaft all at once. “Are you okay?” I was still a little worried that I had hurt her.
“Oooooh ya~. I thought you wanted to make your little sister scream?” She looked up at me with a teasing look, her pink cheeks puffing as she smiled. “Don’t stop now, bro.”
“Yes ma’am!” I bucked backwards, sliding more easily than I had expected out of her. I felt my medial ring reach her entrance and decided that was far enough, shifting my momentum forward again. I slid in much faster this time, my balls slapping against my sister’s clitoris, making her squeal.
It felt amazing, she was so tight and wet, and the noises and faces she made were just incredible. I repeated the out and in motions again, faster, making her squeak a bit louder. A few more thrusts and there was a steady pace of gasps, moans, and squishy slapping echoing through the storehouse.
“Unnnh… sis… I’m not gonna… last…” The sensation was clearly too much for me, and I could feel another orgasm starting to build. The only thing stopping me was my worry of how exactly to finish.
“Just… cum… inside…” was her response between moans. If I had used any of my brain power I would have thought that was a terrible idea, but it only spurred me on more. My forehooves moved up to her hips, my cock now crashing into her in a blur.
Within moments I released my load, thrusting sporadically into my sister’s wet hole. She finally screamed out my name, “TELSAAA!!” as I felt her grip my rod like a vice. I didn’t even realize that I was drooling on her back as I unloaded wave after wave of cum into her.
Even though she already felt quite tight, I could feel her tighten around me, her own orgasm running its course. I felt the warm fluids leaking out of her down my balls, dripping onto the dirt floor.
“Oh wow, Forte. That was amazing.” I slumped down onto her back, hunched over her rump. My head rested against her neck and I simply breathed in the scent of her mane.
“It was… more than I expected,” she said, blushing under me. She was clearly in as much bliss as I was.
“I think it was more than I expected!” I had given her one of the biggest loads of my life, and I could still feel the trickle of our mixed juices leaking down my leg.
We slowly slumped down to the ground, my legs giving way and hers bending too. I was still lodged in her slightly, my cock twitching as I leaned down onto her. “Forte, we… should we have done this?” My logical side had returned, and I started worrying about what had happened. “I mean… should I have finished inside?”
“Don’t worry about it. Mom already made sure I was on the pill…”
I blinked at her. “Mom got you on a pill? What pill?”
I saw her eyes roll. “Telsa, you are the dumbest colt ever.”
“Hey!” I said, pushing up slightly to get a better look into her open eye. “This is, like, my first time doing anything like this, okay!?” My tone was definitely defensive.
“Oh chill out, bro,” she said, wiggling her rump to make my cock tremble in her. “It’s fine. It just means that I can’t get pregnant.”
“Oh.” My anger faded, realizing she was just poking fun at me as usual. “Well… it was a lot of fun to finish in you.” I blushed at my own honestly.
“Mmmmm, ya it was. We’ll have to do this again. LOTS.” She turned her head around to give me a nuzzle, my cock finally softening to the point it slipped out of her, making more cum pour out. “But I think we’ll need to figure out how to keep it cleaner.”
We both looked down at the mess we had made. Besides our matted and glistening fur, the ground was drenched with sticky white puddles. The dirt had absorbed some of it but it was very noticeable. “Ya. Let’s clean up,” I said, getting to my hooves. I trotted over to the entrance where several tools were, including a shovel.
I started to turn the dirt over, burying the evidence of our deed. Forte stood over my digging spot and spread her cheeks, letting more of the sticky substance leak out of her. “Jeez, bro. Is it normally this much?” she asked as she watched it come out of her.
I blushed at the question but shook my head. “No. I think it was just because... you know, you’re my sister, and it was my first time, and you’re so pretty.” The words just seemed to fall out of my mouth, and I averted my eyes from her as I continued turning the dirt under her.
She smirked at me, obviously loving how riled up she made me. Eventually she stopped dripping and I was able to finish cleaning up. The dirt looked a bit suspicious having been recently turned, but it was a lot better than having puddles of cum in the storeroom.
Putting the shovel back up next to the door, I turned back to Forte. Both of us shivered, now fully aware of the cold. She trotted up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, leaving us both with warm smiles. We trotted back across the yard flank to flank, both for warmth and just because we wanted to keep touching each other.
When we reentered the house, we came back to our senses. The house was still dark aside from the kitchen where we had left the light on, and silent.
I gave my sister a grin. “You know, I technically won. You did scream my name.”
She cocked her head at me. “So what?”
“So I’m going to let you finish the dishes.” I raised my head up proudly and began trotting up the stairs, leaving my sister with a look that said, ‘you dirty cheater!’