“Hmmm… where, oh where, could my cousin be?~”
The golden stallion kept a sly smirk as he walked around the unfamiliar town’s streets, peering back and forth while his eyes were narrowed in focus. Even though he missed Apploosa, the stallion would’ve been lying if he said he wasn’t a fan of Ponyville’s much more pleasant climate. He may have basically been a tourist, but many of the citizens of the little town were just as kind and accommodating to him as his own family. In fact, the stallion found himself taking the train to visit Ponyville whenever he had the free time, just to pay a visit to the ponies he cared about.
And right now, one of those ponies was his gentle giant of a cousin, Big Macintosh. Since the big red brute wasn’t back at Sweet Apple Acres, nor was he at Starlight Glimmer’s old village to visit his marefriend, the golden pony was certain that he was somewhere in town. Even though Granny Smith was a little upset he wouldn’t stay around the farm to wait for him, it was clear that the stallion had plans regarding his cousin. The Apploosan may have been a talkative fellow, but he managed to keep his grinning lips tightly shut as to why he came to Ponyville that day.
He chuckled naughtily to himself as he walked down the main road towards the town market, recalling what Burnt Oak told him earlier that day. Part of him wished that he could just go back to his cabin and spend some... quality time with him by himself. However, that older stallion had quite a way with words to get him to comply with his idea. But of all the sultry, tempting things Oak promised him in that gruff and well-aged voice, the one that stuck in the younger pony’s head the best was, “Oh, come on, Braeburn… you really think your cousin wouldn’t appreciate a little… extra company?~”
Just thinking about that question made Braeburn shudder a little, almost making his grin grow too eagerly while trying to look casual. Fortunately, he still appeared innocently chipper as he trotted towards the Ponyville Marketplace in search for Mac. Heck, he even gave a polite wave to a few ponies who noticed him as he walked by, just as he would back in Apploosa. But when he finally caught sight of the red stallion himself, Brae’s eyes narrowed on him with the utmost attention while grinning wide.
“Well, hey there, Cuz!” chirped Braeburn cheerfully as he went up to the apple stand Mac was tending to. Of course, before the stallion could say anything or wave back, Brae took notice of who else was with him at the counter. His brows raised happily as he added “Oh, and you must be that Sugar Belle he’s been talkin’ so much about~”
Mac bit his lip with a shaky sigh as he looked away from his cousin bashfully. Meanwhile, the pink mare giggled with a slightly embarrassed smile of her own. As soon as Brae put out his hoof, Sugar Belle reached out and shook it kindly. “Indeed I am, ummm… Braeburn, is it? I heard quite a few stories about you from him as well.”
After that polite shake, Braw pulled his hoof back to raise it and say jokingly, “Ah deny everything!”
That made the mare laugh with a hoof over her mouth, while her coltfriend merely sighed with a shake of his head and a smirk up at Braeburn. “Oh, you!” Sugar chided playfully with a wave of her hoof. “Don’t worry, Mac is way too sweet to try bad-talking anypony~” To emphasize her point, the unicorn leaned over to nuzzle Big Mac’s neck with her poofy purple mane.
The stallion’s fur may have been as red as the apples he was selling, but his blush was still evident as he bit his lip even harder and giggled from her embrace. Mac returned the gesture with a loving nuzzle of his own before their snouts touched. “Eeeyup~” he said in his trademark deep-tone, which made Sugar smile warmly and kiss him on the cheek. Meanwhile, Braeburn had to look away from the two and their over-romantic display.
For a moment, Brae pondered whether or not to go through with his offer. Burnt Oak may have been insistent, but he could see clear as day how devoted his cousin was with that Sugar gal. However, Braeburn also knew that despite their affections, Mac and Sugar were keeping themselves celibate for some reason; although, considering how he knew she used to be part of that cutie-mark cult, Brae knew better than to pry. And as he recalled how Big Mac reacted when he learned about his cousin’s… partnership with his Father’s friend, he seemed a bit happier for them than Brae originally expected; in fact, he and Oak both agreed that there may have been a slight hint of… jealousy, perhaps?
Of course, Brae’s momentary pause in thought was unnoticed when Mac pulled away from Sugar’s nuzzling and smiled over at him. “So, wha’cha doin’ in Ponyville so soon, Braeburn?” he asked in a genuinely kind tone of voice. His brows then raised with the slightest hint of coyness in his expression. “Did Burnt Oak need ya for another roofin’ job or somethin’?~”
Brae kept his smirk subtle while looking back at his cousin with a light shrug. Mac may have known about Braeburn’s relationship, but he was pretty reliable when it came to keeping secrets. Heck, when he first learned that his cousin was gay, Mac kept it hidden for years for Braeburn’s safety; although, that may have been because of his own bisexuality, which Brae doubted even Sugar was aware of. But even though the rancher was out and proud now, Macintosh’s loyalty still shone when it came to the controversial stallion his cousin was seeing in secret.
“Well, ummm…” Braeburn blushed a bit as his eyes averted Mac’s smile for a moment. After readjusting his Stetson briefly, he sighed and said with an innocent smile. “Y-Yeah, a little bit. Apparently, a… a few more holes popped up, so… Burnt Oak needed me ta help fill ‘em~”
It took everything in Big Mac to not openly chuckle at his cousin’s suggestive wording. Of course, his smirk was still evident enough to make Brae grin briefly back at him and perk his brows. Meanwhile, Sugar Belle didn’t seem to catch the underlying meaning as judged by her sympathetic expression. “Awww, I bet that’s a pain to deal with again.”
“Eh, only until the next day or so,” replied Brae without even thinking, which made Mac cover his muzzle with a hoof as he struggled not to chortle too audibly. The rancher then added with an innocent looking shrug while maintaining his smile. “Althoughhhh… Mister Oak mentioned somethin’ ‘bout wantin’ some… extra help at his place today?”
That last part made Mac’s cheeky expression drop rather quickly. His hoof pulled down while he looked up at his cousin with both brows raised, able to see from Brae’s subtle grin what he was intending. Big Mac had to blink a couple times, his blush slowly growing more apparent across his freckled cheeks. Luckily, Sugar Belle was more focused on Braeburn as she asked, “Really? We just walked by Burnt Oak’s house on the way here, and I didn’t see anything too bad.”
“Y-Yeah!” blurted Mac as he readjusted himself in his stool to help redirect his bloodflow. Unfortunately, he still looked more than a little flustered as he tried to subtly speak against his cousin’s request. “A-Ah mean, did… does he really need my help for that sorta thing?”
Despite how uneasy Mac looked, Braeburn seemed curious whether or not his cousin wasn’t interested. After all, even though he made it clear what Burnt Oak wanted, it didn’t seem like Big Mac actually gave a clear “No” yet. In fact, he didn't even mention Mac directly, despite the stallion asking about that clarification. Plus, given how brightly the pony's blush was glowing, the reason for it could easily be interpreted for either a Yes or No answer. Braeburn didn’t want to push his luck, but he couldn’t help smirking a bit more sultrily while nodding to his cousin. “Wellll… there are a lot of holes, Mac. Mostly on the inside? Ah’m sure we can manage on our own, but… It’d really mean a lot if you were to come and help out a bit~”
Outside of Sugar’s line of vision, Brae shot Mac a split-second wink. The red stallion pursed his lips tightly shut, and groaned a little under his breath while crossing his hind-legs together. His eyes darted between Brae and his marefriend, who seemed to have her muzzle skewed in contemplation. Even with how flustered Macintosh appeared, Sugar seemed completely ignorant to the underlying truth of the situation between the two cousins.
“Hmmm… well, Mac is a pretty skilled builder,” said the mare with a carefree-looking shrug of her shoulders. As Mac’s blush grew even heavier, Sugar Belle added while looking over at him with a warm smile, “And I’m pretty sure I can look over this stand by myself if you need to go help out. You’ve seen how hectic my bakery can get sometimes, remember?”
Mac seemed to have no idea why his girlfriend was so oblivious to how he looked, but his paused reaction didn’t seem to set off any red flags before he replied with a shaky nod. “Ee… E-Eeyup, Ah… Ah suppose so…” He then tried to smile rather wide back at her, although his nervousness made it look a tad bit unnatural for Braeburn’s preference.
“Or,” began the yellow stallion with an insistent raise of his hoof. When Sugar Belle looked back at the rancher, giving Mac some extra time to appear more normal, he added with a warmer smile towards his cousin, “If you feel like it’s too much, you could easily maybe… explain it to Mister Oak yourself? Ah mean, he only lives a few minutes away, and Ah bet he’d appreciate hearin’ it from you instead of me.”
Big Mac looked certain that Braeburn was just coming up with that added incentive for his own gain. However, he still took a moment to think it over before sighing silently. Given how understanding Sugar was about that lie, it was doubtful she’d ever find out. Plus, it didn’t hurt that the farmpony could get the chance to confront Oak himself if need be, just to avoid any embarrassment later down the road.
So after a few seconds of pregnant silence, Mac exhaled through his nostrils before he got up from his stool. He avoided looking back at his cousin as he replied with a blushed and embarrassed expression, “Well, Ah… Ah suppose Ah could... t-talk with him about it, at least…”
Brae’s face lit up like a Hearth’s Warming tree, and his tail was wagging in excitement as he chirped, “G-Great! Ah mean, ummm… if you don’t wanna do it, that’s fine, Ah swear. Ah just mean, ummm… M-Mister Oak’ll really appreciate it~”
While Mac sighed with an uncomfortable look on his face, Sugar got up from her seat to nuzzle him reassuringly. “Oh, don’t worry about me, Mac. Trust me, retail is in my blood. I can handle this stand for a few hours if need be. You can just make me dinner as a payment afterwards. Deal?~”
Big Mac looked back at his mare’s confident smile and raised brow, clearly wanting to see him agree happily. Despite feeling horrible about even considering Braeburn’s “job offer,” the stallion breathed out with a more natural smile before nodding. “Oh… alright then,” he said as he leaned in nuzzled her snout lovingly. “Hopefully Ah won’t be gone for too long, Sugar~”
“You better not~” she said with a playful grin back at him. After their shared nuzzle, Mac and Sugar gave each other a cute little peck on the lips. Braeburn may have been gayer than eight stallions blowing nine stallions, but he was still touched enough by the couple’s romantic gestures to look away politely with a blush. After Mac came out from the back of the stand to follow his cousin, Sugar waved them off while saying, “Oh, and it was great meeting you, Braeburn! Maybe we can catch up tonight!”
Braeburn turned back to her with the warmest smile he could muster, and gave her a courteous bow as he replied, “Sugar Belle, it would be an honor. Any friend of Mac’s is a friend of mine, and Ah’ll be sure to help him make you some quality Apple Family cuisine!”
“I look forward to it!” she beamed happily, before sitting back down in her seat to look over the apple stand by herself. Meanwhile, the stallions made their goodbyes as they left the Marketplace in tandem. However, as soon as the two ponies were out of sight from her, Mac made sure to give his cousin a very flustered and frustrated glare as they walked.
“Brae,” he growled in a tone that bordered between angry and embarrassed. “You have got to be the ballsiest stallion in Equestria ta actually pull that kinda stunt. Especially in front of Sugar.”
Mac may have looked rather peeved, but Braeburn just shot a sly smirk back at him as he replied, “Well, that didn’t keep ya from agreein’ ta see him, did it?”
The red stallion looked away from him with a wrinkled muzzle as he groaned to himself weakly. “Th… That don’t mean nuthin’!” he blurted while avoiding his cousin’s sultry stare on him. “Ah just wanna have a word with him, that’s all!”
“Okay, that’s perfectly fine,” assured Brae with an understanding tone. He then sighed before adding, “but seriously though, Ah… Ah really am happy you didn’t refuse ta come with me. Hopefully that’ll make things less awkward ‘tween me and Oak.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Mac muttered with a shake of his head. He may have been alright with his cousin seeing somepony old enough to be either of their Dads (or maybe even their Grandfather), but his blush was still evident in regards to the couple’s proposition. He didn’t want to think anything would come of it, but the fact that he agreed to follow Brae was enough to make him look flustered during their short walk.
Not much else was said as the two reached Burnt Oak’s modest cabin, which looked rather pristine at the edge of Ponyville’s limits. A large pile of firewood was rested on the front lawn, and covered with a high-quality tarp to keep them dry for sales. All of the curtains were closed, but it was clear somepony was inside from the small glow of a lantern behind one of them. And as expected, the roof looked absolutely fine and undamaged in the slightest.
Brae was the first to trot up the front steps to the door, and paused briefly to glance back at his cousin with a smirk. “You know,” he purred with his eyes narrowing on Mac, “you ain’t wrong ‘bout wha’cha told me earlier, cuz~”
Despite how flauntingly Brae was swaying his rump back and forth in front of him, causing his yellow tail to dangle and teasingly hint at what was behind it, Mac kept his stern expression unchanged as he asked with a raised brow, “Umm… which thing are ya referrin’ to?”
Braeburn just kept his grin while rolling his eyes away from Mac. “Oh, you know… ‘bout me bein’ a ballsy stallion?~” Then without any apprehension, Braeburn just opened the front door and began to step in. But just as he was halfway inside the darkened cabin, he paused once more to add seductively, “And believe me, Big Macintosh… Ah can be very ballsy wit’ you if ya let me~”
Mac’s eyes widened as he stood before the steps in frozen shock. His legs trembled a bit as he watched his cousin disappear inside the cabin, seemingly not even looking back to see Macintosh’s reaction to that statement. After a long, hesitant moment of silence, Mac was able to overcome his stunned state enough to close his eyes and take a deep breath.
He may have been overwhelmingly unsure about what might occur, but he couldn’t let that incestuous tease keep him from what he needed to do. With Sugar Belle engrained on his mind, the stallion kept his eyes closed while muttering to himself. “Alright, just… Just go in there… T… T-Talk to Burnt Oak, and… and then leave… That’s it.”
Then with a deep and smooth exhale through his mouth, Big Mac reopened his eyes and carried a determined look on his face. Even though he shouldn’t have felt so nervous, the pony’s lips were still pursed in the slightest apprehension as he walked up those steps, and entered Burnt Oak's cabin. Nopony may have been around to see him walk inside the stallion's place, but he made sure to close the door behind him as quickly as possible, ensuring that the three ponies wouldn’t be seen from the outside.
Chapter Two (Clop): Big Macintosh's Response
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“Ughhh… what did Ah get myself into…”
Big Macintosh didn’t mean to say that out loud, but he couldn’t really help it as he stood in silence in the darkened cabin. Fortunately, that statement only came out in the faintest mutter to himself, despite how still the rest of the place felt to him. Mac may have known Burnt Oak ever since he was a young colt, but he never knew him well enough to justify being in his place before. Even after he learned that Oak was in a discrete relationship with the much younger Braeburn, the stallion just let them be and never tried to intervene.
But now, all the pony could do was ponder why the heck he agreed to follow his cousin into Oak’s house. Especially considering how he knew exactly why they invited him in the first place.
A sharp whinny came out of his muzzle as he shook his head, feeling like such a scumbag for not just saying no back at that apple stand. Granted, he wanted to be flattered that the couple would consider him for such a thing, considering how secretive they were. But despite their trust, he was still rather peeved that Brae asked him right in front of his girlfriend. Sugar Belle may have had no idea what the rancher really propositioned, but that added dishonesty just made Mac feel even worse.
But alas, there was nothing for the stallion to do now but find the couple himself. The cabin may have been small, but it was still dimly lit and made it hard to see much. He walked past the cozy-looking living room that seemed to make up a third of the cabin itself, which also had a small kitchenette at the back wall. Even if Mac never knew about Oak’s relationship with Braeburn, he’d probably guess that the old stallion was the kind to have an “infinite bachelor” lifestyle. Of course, as soon as he overheard some faint groaning from the rear of the cabin, Macintosh carefully trotted down the darkened hallway at a slow pace.
However, with each step he took, Mac’s face grew hotter as he heard those individual noises growing more audible. Even without seeing them yet, he could tell that they clearly weren’t waiting for him before they started themselves.
Nnnnnnghhhh~
“Heh heh heh… somepony’s gettin’ eager, ain’t he?~”
Mac’s muzzle pursed shut as he kept himself from groaning out loud. His cousin’s relationship may have began much later than his own, but he knew that Braeburn and Burnt Oak became physical rather quickly. While he didn’t want to compare those two to his own relationship with Sugar Belle, part of him was a tiny bit jealous that they weren’t waiting until marriage to have sex. Although to be fair, Mac couldn’t complain too much when he agreed to Sugar’s suggestion to abstain; and given her traumatic past in Starlight’s former cult (and all the things she had to do), he couldn’t blame her for being apprehensive about sex as a whole.
“Urgh!” Big Mac had to pause and clench his eyes shut, shaking his head to keep from thinking too hard about those things. While he knew it was probably best to keep his girlfriend on his mind, the stallion did not want those reminders of her past running through his head while hearing his cousin doing Celestia-Knows-What with Burnt Oak. The situation was already awkward enough, and he didn’t need his guilty conscience to make it feel any worse. So with a deep breath, Mac reopened his eyes and bit his lip when he reached the closed door to Oak’s bedroom.
As soon as he opened the door, Macintosh’s eyes grew immensely wide as he gasped silently at the sight. Since there were two lanterns lit at both sides of the queen-sized bed, the stallion could see everything that his cousin was doing with his Father’s old friend. Meanwhile, Burnt Oak himself barely paid any heed to the door being opened by Mac. Instead, he merely groaned hard while his muzzle was clenched shut, and kept a tight grip on Braeburn’s mane as his head was bobbing between his legs. “Mmmmmghhh… Y… Ya like that, little coltie?~”
Oak’s voice was usually fairly deep and gravelly due to his age, but it was even more hoarse while strained in pent-up pleasure. His lips were pursed tightly, but it was hard to tell from that thick grey mustache that covered a good portion of his mouth. Plus, the rest of his face was hard to really read due to him keeping his hat on, which covered any blush with an evident shade. Meanwhile, Braeburn’s hat was tossed aside on the bed, while the rancher himself was kneeling on the floor at the foot of it.
Mac wasn’t sure if Braeburn heard him come in, since the stallion didn’t seem to even flinch when the door was opened. However, given how deeply he was moaning between those bobs of his head, it would’ve been hard to notice much aside from the older pony above him. His face was burning as red as his cousin’s coat, and his eyes were closed in utmost focus. Of course, Mac couldn’t really get a good look at that when Braeburn’s back was turned to him, and the yellow pony’s mouth was sliding up and down Burnt Oak’s thick, throbbing shaft.
“Mmmmm…” Oak’s sights remained pinned on Braeburn while gripping his mane with both hooves, despite the fact that Big Mac was gawking at the two with a gaped muzzle. The Apploosan was clearly enthusiastic as he sucked on that aged cock diligently, with his lips keeping a tight seal around every inch they slid across. However, Burnt Oak still groaned in pleasure as he pulled Brae’s head back and forth by his hair, basically using his muzzle like a living fleshlight. Mac looked like he wanted to be concerned, but he couldn’t detect any hint of discomfort or pain from his cousin as he was giving such a rough-looking blowjob. In fact, Braeburn let out a light and muffled moan when he heard his stallion say, “Nnngh! Who… Who’s a good boy, Brae?~”
Even with Burnt Oak keeping a strong grip on his mane, Braeburn still tried to move his head as much as he could to suck on that meaty cock properly. Given how the older stallion had an impressive ten-inch length, and a deliciously thick shaft that barely fit in his mouth, Brae felt like it was a travesty the old stallion had been alone for so long. He knew that Oak just asked him a question, but the pony couldn’t resist giving that tempting cock a few more eager suckles with his wettened lips. But as soon as he felt Burnt Oak yank on his mane, Braeburn barely hesitated when his muzzle was pulled from that stallionhood with a wet pop; instead, he only needed to take a couple deep breaths, and smile up at Oak before saying, “Ah… Ah’m a good boy, Daddy~”
Big Mac’s head jolted back a little as he cringed from hearing that sort of reply. He may have not been judgemental, but he didn’t expect his cousin to be into older stallions like that. Of course, Mac also knew that Brae’s home-life was different from his own, so he didn’t say anything about it. Instead, he could only stay silent with a heavy blush when he saw Burnt Oak patting Braeburn’s head like an obedient pet. “That’s right, ya kinky ‘lil apple…”
Brae bit his lip with a blushed smile as he shivered from the older stallion’s comforting touch, causing his tail to wag eagerly and whack against the floor. Meanwhile, Burnt Oak waited another moment before pulling his hoof away, and redirecting his sights towards Mac with an enticed smirk. “Hmmmm… I’m hopin’ that wasn’t too itnense to walk in on, Big Mac?~”
“Uhhh…” Mac’s fur was always red, but his face was practically glowing due to how hotly he was blushing at the two stallions. Given how he was standing directly in front of them, the stallion hoped they couldn’t see anything behind his forelegs as he replied meagerly, “W-Well, umm… Ah wasn’t… expectin’ ta see that…”
Burnt Oak only replied with a low and subtle chuckle as his eyes narrowed on Mac even more. Braeburn wiped the excess saliva from his lips with a foreleg, before turning his head to grin at his cousin as well. “Heh~ Well, Ah’m pretty sure you didn’t knock first, so that’s all on you, cuz~”
Despite Brae’s point, Mac still grunted with a pout as he avoided looking at his cousin’s sultry gaze. Instead, the pony pointed his muzzle to the side of the bed while trying to gather his thoughts. “Uhhhh… Ah, ummm… Ah was just, uhhh… w-wantin’ ta talk, alright?”
Burnt Oak’s knowing grin remained, but he still sighed in understanding while tilting his head slightly. “Well, I suppose that’s important,” he said with a shrug. “I know this is a bit sudden and all. And I do apologize if it was inappropriate of us to ask.”
Mac felt a little happier with that last remark, and nodded with a bit lip before bashfully looking back at him. Of course, despite how warm Burnt Oak’s smile appeared, it was hard to focus on that while his well-endowed cock was standing at full attention, glistening from his cousin’s saliva coating every veiny inch. But by some miracle, the red stallion was able to at least try and keep his eyes on Oak’s face as he continued.
“Brae and I just figured that… maybe you’d be open for a little fun with us sometime? I mean, you did mention that whole… chastity thing you and Sugar Belle have, so...”
Big Mac huffed with a roll of his eyes before retorting in a slightly offended tone. “W-Well, yeah, but… but that don’t mean Ah’d be willin’ to break that behind Sugar’s back!”
“And I’m not saying you have to,” assured Burnt Oak with a raised hoof. Braeburn nodded with a smile of his own as he sat on the floor and rested his head on one of Oak’s thighs. The older pony then said with an understanding smile on Mac. “I promise you, Brae and I completely respect whatever boundaries you might have. We just wanted to… show you our thanks for not blabbin’ about us to everypony in town, alright?”
“That’s right!” chirped Braeburn as he raised his head up and added with a cheerful tone. “Ah mean, you could even just watch us if ya want! Oak and Ah wouldn’t mind at all. We just figured that maybe… you’d like a little somethin’ extra that you can’t get from any porno mags. Or from Sugar~”
While Mac’s muzzle wrinkled annoyedly at his cousin after that last remark, Burnt Oak spoke up on his coltfriend’s behalf. “B-But you don’t have to, okay? If you wanna leave, that’s perfectly fine. Brae and I won’t ask again if you don’t wanna. We just wanted to let you know that… we’d be open for it if you are~”
“Mmhmm~” nodded Braeburn as he gave his cousin some serious bedroom eyes, and licked his lips while beside Oak’s still-erect cock. “And we promise we’ll never tell anyone~”
Big Mac groaned a little as he looked away from the two again, hating that he felt so conflicted about their offer. While he knew that both of the stallions were ponies he could trust, even with a promise like that, he didn’t want to actually give it some serious thought. But alas, as Braeburn turned back around to tend to Burnt Oak’s still-throbbing cock again, the red stallion didn’t move an inch from the open doorway. Instead, he could only wince in growing uncertainty as he looked away from them, and heard his cousin’s tongue going back to slurping on that member.
“Nnnnghhhh…~” Burnt Oak’s hoof went back to rest on top of Braeburn’s head, but he didn’t grab his mane so roughly like last time. Instead, he just petted the stallion’s head tenderly while savoring the feel of that muzzle sliding down his twitching shaft. Braeburn stayed seated on the floor, and kept his eyes closed while fellating the stallion in front of his cousin. He may have not been openly flaunting his actions solely for Mac’s attention, but he still took his time to make each movement as precise and audible as possible. His tongue dragged across the underside of Burnt Oak’s shaft while it was lodged in his drooling maw, giving him a strong-enough taste of that stallionhood to make him moan heavily between breaths.
“That’s a good colt,” hissed Oak with an antsy shudder as he let his rancher suck on his fat and meaty cock. Between Braeburn’s legs, the stallion’s own member was clearly rigid enough to twitch hard against the foot of the bed, smearing his precum all over the fitted sheet protecting it. But despite how pent-up he obviously was, Brae refrained from touching himself just yet. Instead, he just wrapped his hooves around his stallion’s back while trying to cram even more of his length into his hungry muzzle.
“Mmmmph!” Burnt Oak groaned out sharply as he felt how deep his cockhead was prodding into Braeburn’s throat, causing him to shiver with a bit lip in front of Mac. By that point, the red stallion was peering over at the action with a timid look behind his overbearing blush. Even though he knew how wrong it was to watch these stallions getting it on (especially without his girlfriend knowing about it), his legs couldn’t bear to move an inch away from the action. And between his hind-legs, Big Mac’s stallionhood had already slipped from its sheath as it twitched and grew close to full-length.
Burnt Oak’s eyes were strained close to being shut, but he still noticed Mac’s stoic position by the door enough to smirk with a small huff. “If… If you want,” replied Oak during an especially strong shudder, courtesy of Brae’s tongue prodding just beneath the crown of his cockhead. “Y… Y-You can sit in that chair over there… B… Better than standin’...”
He motioned over towards a small armchair nearby the bed, which Mac noticed with a quick glance. A shaky exhale escaped his mouth briefly, but that was the only response Mac was able to give before finally moving from his spot. The door was left wide-open as the stallion went towards the chair, and moved it close to the foot of the bed beside his cock-sucking cousin. Even though he knew that sitting upright would leave his stallionhood fully-exposed, Big Mac could only blush in embarrassment as he rested in the padded chair. But during all of that, there wasn’t a single time where his eyes looked away from Braeburn’s lips sliding up and down Oak’s temptingly thick cock.
“Th-There you go~” replied Burnt Oak with a pleased, albeit shaky grin as he nodded in approval towards Macintosh. As soon as the stallion sat down, Oak’s eyes shot wide-open at seeing the massive appendage sticking up from between Mac’s legs. The older pony may have been well-hung, but the red pony still had a couple inches on him while twitching hard. That black, marbled shaft almost looked muscled from how veiny and bulged it looked, and it wouldn’t have been shocking if the stallionhood overall was over a foot in length. After a few seconds, Burnt Oak had to scoff with an obviously impressed expression and mutter, “H… Holy fuck, Mac…”
Big Mac cringed a little as he looked away bashfully, clearly not used to one of his Dad’s old friends complimenting his cock size. Meanwhile, Braeburn couldn’t resist pulling his muzzle off Oak’s member so he could chuckle naughtily. He peered up at his coltfriend with a devilish grin and said, “Ah know, right? Believe me, Ah sneaked a peek a couple times before~”
“W-WHAT?!” blurted Mac as he gawked at his cousin wide-eyed.
“Oh, what?” asked Braeburn as he glanced over at him with a raised brow and flat stare. “You’re watchin’ me suck a cock right now. You ain’t in no position to judge, okay?”
Despite not liking that his cousin admitted to spying on him prior to that moment, Mac knew he couldn’t say much in response to his comment. So instead of trying to defend himself, Mac crossed his forelegs and huffed while looking away from him. Fortunately, his cock was still rock-hard for Brae and Oak’s viewing pleasure. After a small sigh, Braeburn’s smile returned as he added sultrily towards his cousin. “And just so you know, big guy… Ah have no problem with you watchin’ me~”
To emphasize his point, Brae’s eyes narrowed on Mac in growing lust while holding onto Burnt Oak’s cock with his hoof. He waited a couple seconds for his cousin to look back at him, and grinned wide before opening his mouth. His tongue lolled out seductively, giving it a teasing wiggle towards Mac to make his muzzle wrinkle. He then leaned back in towards Oak’s waiting cock, and maintained eye-contact with the blushing stallion as his tongue dragged against that drooling cockhead. He could feel how much his colftriend shuddered in pleasure from that tantalizing lap, but it was nothing compared to the shudder Brae saw his cousin make in response to seeing it.
“Nnnnnghhh…” Mac tried to cross his hind-legs, but his massive member just bobbed above them while throbbing in front of his cousin. A couple spurts of his pre seeped out from the crowned tip, but Brae was too far from the appendage to get to it in time. So as the yellow pony continued to lick and tease at Oak’s stallionhood, he could only watch with envy as drops of Mac’s pre slowly rolled down the underside of his shaft.
After a shaky exhale, Braeburn went back to fully tending to Burnt Oak’s rigid cock. Of course, he still kept his eyes solely on Big Macintosh as he slathered more of that meaty member with his tongue. His hoof teasingly stroked the older stallion’s shaft between his licks, keeping Oak in a deeply-aroused state of shuddering bliss. Meanwhile, Mac couldn’t stop squirming in his chair while watching his slutty cousin. His eyes continually darted between that drooling mouth giving so much pleasure to Burnt Oak’s tantalizing stallionhood, and Brae’s coaxing stare as he did it so openly.
“Mmmm…~” After giving Oak’s cockhead several more eager licks, Brae lapped up a large glob of precum that was forming right at the tip. His eyes remained on Mac’s silently aroused face as he pulled away slowly, keeping his tongue out to show that tasty-looking droplet of milky white. And then with a smirk, Braeburn pulled his tongue back into his muzzle to give a clear, audible gulp for his cousin to hear. “Ahhhhh… Nuthin’ like some quality family bondin’ right cuz?~”
Mac groaned with gritted teeth as he writhed even harder in his seat. He didn’t want to think about his cousin acting so arousing for him, let alone so soon after he met his girlfriend, but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t working. Blood relation or not, that stallion was unbelievably hot while giving Burnt Oak what looked to be some amazing head. Mac knew he was on thin ice already, but it was growing harder by the second to just remain in his seat when he could smell how rich Oak’s musk was wafting from between his legs.
Big Mac had no idea if it was his bitten lip or heavy blush that gave it away (or perhaps his nostrils flaring one too many times), but Braeburn’s seductive smirk widened after he gave one final lick to Oak’s throbbing cockhead. As the older stallion moaned out and reeled his head back from that last flick, his coltfriend pulled up that rigid member with his hoof while smiling naughtily at Mac. Brae made sure that his cousin got a good look at the plump, heavy-looking balls beneath Burnt Oak’s stallionhood. Each orb looked to be as thick as a softball within that loose, wrinkly sack, and both of them were hanging low enough to be teetering near the edge of the mattress.
“H-Holy~” blurted Mac with an immense shudder before pursing his lips shut. He may have not had the same inclination towards older men like Braeburn did, but he did have a guilty pleasure when it came to crown jewels. And despite how low Burnt Oak’s balls were hanging due to his age, the sheer size of them made his cock throb hard enough for more precum to spurt out involuntarily. Even from his spot in the chair, the musk he could smell from those orbs was thick enough to almost taste on his tongue; and given the coy grin Braeburn had on his face while less than a foot from it, it was clear that he was as turned-on by that feature as his cousin was.
“What’s the matter?~” keered Brae in a teasing voice as his eyes narrowed on Mac. “Hankerin’ for some low-hangin’ fruit?~”
After another quick lick of his lips, the rancher closed his eyes as he pointed his muzzle away from his cousin, and towards Oak’s waiting nuts. His snout went up the side of the mattress, allowing those hefty balls to rest atop his muzzle and hang loosely like a beanbag. Meanwhile, Mac could only watch with a faint and jealous moan as Brae pulled his muzzle up even more. Just as his face was above the edge of the battress, with Burnt Oak’s balls hanging loosely from his muzzle and his snout right between those legs, Braeburn took a deep, heavybreath that made his fur stand on end.
“Nnnnnnnggg!~” Burnt Oak shivered with a satisfied groan as he grinned wide down at his coltfriend. While his leaking cock twitched needily as it was perched stop Brae’s head, he took a hold of his shaft so that his balls could be repositioned better atop that yellow muzzle. “Mmmmm… that’s right, boy… Breathe all of that in~”
Braeburn held onto the stallion’s firm flanks even tighter as he did just that. He clenched his eyes while his face was blushed, and grew several shades deeper with each hungry breath he took from between Oak’s well-toned legs. The rich, heady scent of that musk was beyond intoxicating, and each exhale he made was accompanied with a dire moan that was muffled from the pony’s sagging ballsack. As his head burrowed in deeper underneath those nuts, and his eyes were rolled back in a bliss strong enough to make his own member throb while untouched, the rancher didn’t seem to notice when the lewd sounds of slapping could be heard from his side.
Fortunately, Burnt Oak was able to notice it rather quickly. His eyes peered over towards Big Mac, who was squirming with a guilty blush while finally stroking himself to the spectacle unfolding before him. His eyes were half-lidded in shameful pleasure as he stared at his cousin breathing in the older pony’s musk. And due to how much pre had been drooling down his shaft before that point, the fetlocks around his hoof were already becoming fairly matted in his secretions as he tended to his undying erection.
Burnt Oak’s chuckle came out as more of a hiccuped grunt, but it was still fairly audible as he smirked and locked eyes with the red stallion. As soon as Mac looked back towards the old acquaintance, he could see just how slowly Oak was stroking his own shaft while grinning warmly at him. Meanwhile, Braeburn’s muzzle finally pulled itself free from the confines between Oak’s legs, just so he could moan out even louder before using his open mouth for something else.
Braeburn’s eyes remained tightly closed, not even looking back at his cousin as he dragged his tongue along that loose, wrinkly skin of his coltfriend’s heavy ballsack. The taste of the stallion’s sweaty balls were just as strong as the scent, which made him groan out deeply during that first prolonged lap. But with his own cock throbbing hard in need, the rancher couldn’t try to go slow much longer. Instead, Braeburn eagerly pressed his lips up against one of those hefty orbs, and began to tentatively suckle on it and pull as much of that skin into his hungry maw. His muzzle was nowhere near large enough to suck on both of Burnt Oak’s balls, but he had enough dedication to pull at least one of them into his mouth; and judging by the enticed purr that the older stallion gave off, it seemed that Brae’s oral worship was greatly appreciated.
“Ahhh!~ Th… That’s right, Brae~ Ge… Get ‘em nice and clean for Daddy~” Even though he was obviously pent-up, Burnt Oak still realized what he said quickly enough to look back at Mac in slight worry. Fortunately, it seemed that the stallion was too focused on his cousin’s actions to really car about what Oak said. Each breath he made came out as a faint moan, and his cock looked to be throbbing dangerously close to fruition. As he saw Mac’s aroused state, the older pony grinned a little wider and decided to test his luck.
After a quick breath, Burnt Oak asked in a lustful growl, “You… you wanna just keep watchin’ us, Big Mac?~”
Mac’s eyes were pinned solely on his cousin, watching as the stallion pulled that first ball out of his mouth. As the heavy orb hung glistening in his saliva, Braeburn shivered with an antsy grin before going in to suck on the other. Meanwhile, Macintosh could only shudder with a small groan as he kept stroking himself to the enticing view. Oak almost thought that the stallion didn’t hear his question, but he was delightfully surprised when he saw Mac slowly shake his head between his heavy breaths. “N… Nnnnnnope….”
“Nnnnnnghhhh…” Burnt Oak licked beneath his mustache as he narrowed his eyes on the large stallion, hopeful that he would be as easy to coax as his cousin was. As he spoke, Oak continued to teasingly stroke himself and show off his veiny stallionhood for Mac. “Do you… think your cousin could use a little company down here?”
After a very strained moan that broke from his muzzle, Mac was too aroused to care about the ramifications. With his heart racing, the blushed pony nodded weakly while writhing in the chair. “Eee…. Eeeyup…”
However, despite that answer, Big Mac clearly tried his hardest to remain in his chair and not participate. After another moment, Burnt Oak groaned out through his gritted teeth and added coaxingly, “C-Come on, Big Mac… I’m… I’m gonna shoot real soon here…”
Upon hearing that, Braeburn finally pulled his muzzle from those meaty nuts so he could breathe and grin in anticipation. Meanwhile, Burnt Oak’s grin on Mac widened a bit as he continued to stroke himself for him. Big Mac’s lips were tightly bitten shut, and he winced from the growing shame he felt from his budding arousal as he stared at each stroke. Unfortunately, the tempting sight of that cock was made ten-times harder to resist as he saw his sexy cousin lean back in towards it, locking eyes with Mac while licking up the side of the bulging shaft.
“C-Come on, cuz~” purred Braeburn in a heated whisper as he and Oak both waited for the stallion’s response. As soon as his coltfriend pulled his hoof away, Brae brought his own hoof up to stroke Burnt Oak’s even faster. The old pony moaned out sharply as he leaned back into the bed, clearly about to shoot at any moment. But despite the ticking time-bomb in his grip, the rancher gave a coy smirk to his squirming cousin and said, “Ah know you wanna taste it, Mac… And if you do, Ah… Ah’ll let you fuck me raw right after~”
The couple wasn’t sure if that final offer was the official teetering point, but Big Macintosh bolted from his chair less than a second after Brae said it. Like a starving pony who found water in the middle of the desert, the brute of a stallion could only moan in dire need as he got down on the floor beside his cousin, and lunged his open muzzle around that waiting cock. Burnt Oak yelped out in surprise, but it quickly turned into a moan as he felt those lips wrap tightly around his shaft. While Mac’s eyes were clenched tightly shut in shame, despite how hotly he groaned while he sucked on Oak’s throbbing member, Braeburn was speechless for a second as he grew an impressed smirk on his horny cousin.
“Oh… Oh man~” Brae’s grin only grew as the seconds passed, and he watched as Big Mac’s blushed muzzle slid up and down the older pony’s cock repeatedly. The red stallion was still stroking himself steadily as he did it, obviously too pent-up to care after all he saw the two doing before him. With the sounds of his lips slurping across that shaft repeatedly, and his whimpering moans between breaths as he did it, Mac probably couldn’t overhear his cousin’s devilish chuckle before he said, “Ah gotta say, cuz… You look really good with that cock in yer mouth~”
“Nnnnnn…” Mac didn’t open his eyes, but he did give a faint groan to indicate he heard what Braeburn said. But instead of looking offended or guilty, the pony’s blush only intensified as he bobbed his head even harder against Burnt Oak’s cock. Meanwhile, the older stallion moaned out between needy breaths as he brought his hooves down atop Mac’s head, keeping him in place while savoring the feel of his hungry mouth. As for Braeburn, his own blush deepened as he smirked hotly, and leaned in to get a taste of that stallionhood as well.
“C-Come on, Mac~” muttered the stallion with a pent-up shudder as he got his muzzle in close to his cousin’s, waiting for him to slow down his eager bobs up and down Oak’s cock. “L… Let me get in there too~”
With the heady taste of Burnt Oak’s cock lingering in his drooling maw, Mac’s body was practically trembling in arousal as he gave in to such a deplorable act of adultery. However, despite how badly his body was urging him to continue, the stallion was able to pause briefly after hearing his cousin’s sultry tone. When Macintosh looked over at him, his lips still wrapped around that meaty cockhead that was throbbing in his mouth, Brae took the opportunity to open his muzzle and give a moaning lick across the side of Oak’s twitching shaft.
“GNAAAHHH!~” The feel of that second mouth was more than enough to make Burnt Oak’s body convulse wildly, growing close to climax while seated above the Apple stallions. Just as Big Mac’s muzzle pulled away from Oak’s cock briefly, the head throbbed hard and spurted out an especially hefty load of precum, which promptly landed across the stallion’s chin. Braeburn may have been tempted to just leave Oak’s cock so he could lick up that droplet, but his mouth remained on his side of the thick shaft to slobber and kiss it enticingly. He also perked his brows while giving a coaxing stare towards Macintosh, hopeful that he’d realize what the rancher wanted him to do. Luckily, despite how tempting that cockhead of Oak’s looked while it was untouched and twitching for some warmth, it seemed that Big Mac understood his cousin’s silent request.
After a brief and shaky exhale, Big Mac leaned in towards the other side of Burnt Oak’s cock, and pressed his lips around the side of that throbbing shaft to press against his cousin’s. Braeburn couldn’t keep from moaning out a little, despite how much he was sucking on his coltfriend’s member from his side. Alas, one of the stallion’s yellow hooves wrapped around the back of Mac’s head, locking him in close as the two put their muzzles to good use. Burnt Oak was reaching his climax as he felt the stallions’ mouths both caressing his cock at the same time, causing him to moan out deeply while peering down at the amazing sight.
It would’ve been just fine if it was only Braeburn to tend to his stallionhood, since the young pony proved himself to be quite the enthusiastic cock-sucker shortly after they began dating. But with the addition of Big Macintosh to the equation, the second mouth only intensified the experience to a level Oak wouldn’t have even dreamed of. His eyes remained half-lidded in deep pleasure as he breathed out rapidly, and watched while the Apple ponies held each other close in lewd, incestuous pleasure. With Burnt Oak’s cock twitching readily between those two drooling mouths, Brae and Mac couldn’t keep their hooves off each other as they tried to hungrily make out. They may have been cousins, but it would’ve been hard to tell with how antsy their sloppy kisses became with each other and the older stallion’s member.
Big Mac was gripping the back of his cousin’s head strongly as he tried to kiss him back with tongue, even though Oak’s cock was firmly in the way to receive most of their benefits. But with each meshing of their lips, and each slide of their tongues against each other’s and that throbbing flesh, it didn’t seem like either one of them minded in the least. In the brief moment that Braeburn’s eyes reopened, they were still rolled back in euphoric bliss as he embraced each second he spent in such an exhilaratingly taboo experience. And despite Mac’s obvious guilt from indulging in such an impulsive act, it was doubtful that much would keep him from holding his cousin as they shared Burnt Oak’s member in such a naughty way.
“AHHH!!~” The cousin-kissing action may have been overwhelmingly hot to Burnt Oak, but he had to clench his eyes shut as he blurted out that response and reeled his head back. “Mnnnghhh… I’m… I’m gonna! I’M GONNA!!”
Just as he felt a really strong throb of that shaft between his and Mac’s mouths, Braeburn pulled away in an instant while grabbing hold of his cousin’s shoulders. While one hoof went to get a good grip of Oak’s cock for those last few strokes, Brae got himself in position right in front of that crowned and puslating cockhead. Fortunately, the stallion wasn’t too greedy to keep his cousin from getting in on the action too. Just as the older pony groaned out with his legs tensing up hard, the rancher held onto Mac tightly and pumped that stallionhood for all it was worth.
Luckily for Mac, he already knew what was about to happen without even glancing over at his cousin, whose muzzle was already wide-open with his tongue lolled out. While Braeburn tugged on that rigid cock rapidly, the red stallion shuddered as he got in close beside his cousin’s face. And just as he saw Oak’s cockhead throb tremendously hard before that first spurt, Mac moaned out while clenching his eyes shut, and opening his mouth just as wide as Brae’s.
Burnt Oak spasmed strongly on the bed as soon as he came, with his cock erupting with a massive volley of cum directed right at those two antsy cousins. That first spurt of his vintage, milky-white seed shot out with a massive volume, causing a thick rope of his virile cum to land across Big Mac and Braeburn’s faces. That first spurt may have hit the stallions’ foreheads (as well as the bridge of Mac’s blushed snout), but that wasn’t the only one Oak had to offer for the two. While the older pony was leaned back and moaning out loudly during his climax, his cock seemed to provide an impressive volley for both the Apples to enjoy. Rope after rope of his semen splashed across the two ponies’ eager faces, landing randomly on whatever inch it could reach while the yellow stallion pumped that veiny cock. Whether it hit one of the stallion’s manes, the tips of their snouts, or directly on one of their hungry tongues, Mac and Brae’s moans didn’t falter in the slightest as they let themselves be glazed in the old stallion’s rich, creamy loads that coated their faces by the time he was spent.
During the entirety of Burnt Oak’s orgasm, neither one of the Apple stallions let their tongues go back into their mouths as they remained wide-open for the stallion’s reward. By the time Oak was finished, both of the cousins received quite the bounty of his seed, even when the rest of their faces were equally drizzled in copious amounts of his potent cum. As the older pony slumped back into the bed in a post-orgasmic stupor, it took a moment before Mac and Braeburn looked back at each other while coated in his pent-up secretions. Even when they brought their tongues back in, their muzzles stayed widely-agape while pooling with Burnt Oak’s cum.
The long, lingering stares on each other lasted only for a brief couple of seconds, neither of them caring whether or not Oak was still staring at them. While the old stallion laid back with his cock deflating by the second, the cousins’ blushes only grew deeper as they saw how the other looked after that shared bukkake. It was unclear which one of them was the first to move in while Burnt Oak was out for the count. However, even if there was the briefest moment of hesitation, those two stallions were quick to move in while pent-up and eager for what was to come.
With their mouths still full of the older pony’s seed, Big Macintosh and Braeburn lunged into each other’s embrace for an impulsive and lustful kiss, further sharing the load the two helped to deliver. As the two made out in deep pleasure, the debauchery of their incest seemed to be unnoticed by either one as they held each other as tightly as possible. Their lips remained strongly meshed against each other’s, and their tongues rapidly flicked and slathered within both of their muzzles while coated in Burnt Oak’s delicious cum. Braeburn may have been his cousin, but Mac couldn’t have thought of a better stallion to share this moment with as they kissed hungrily, and devoured that massive snowball in their muzzles in heavy gulps.
Their throats convulsed continuously during their impromptu makeout session, but it wasn’t clear how long it took before both of their muzzles were empty of Burnt Oak’s load. Regardless, their kissing lasted even longer after they finished devouring every drop they could from each other’s mouths. By the time Oak was able to regain his strength and pull himself up, he could only smirk with a chuckle as he saw the cousins kissing in such a debaucherous way while drizzled in his seed. As soon as the two pulled away from each other’s muzzles to breathe, Braeburn was the first to start eagerly licking whatever strands he could from Mac’s coated face.
“Mmmm… You’re so hot while covered in Daddy’s cum~” he moaned impulsively, barely even pausing to make that reply between his deep licks across his cousin’s cheeks. Fortunately, Mac didn’t seem to mind after he caught his breath, and went to do the same along Braeburn’s face and matted mane. Meanwhile, Burnt Oak could only watch while rubbing his saliva-soaked and flaccid member with his hoof, hopeful to get it back up by the time the two got into lewder actions with each other.
Luckily, by the time he lapped up most of Oak’s ropes of semen from his cousin’s face, Mac was more than willing to finish with him. With his cock throbbing hard as it repeatedly slapped against his chest, the red stallion didn’t even wait for Brae to finish as he growled out, “Are… Are ya gonna hold up to that promise, cuz?~”
Braeburn instantly grinned with a deeply aroused grin back at him, and didn’t even hesitate to nod before pulling back. “Oh, believe me, Mac…” After using his hoof to swipe off up an un-licked glob of Burnt Oak’s cum from his golden mane, Brae got himself belly-first onto the bed while his hind-legs remained pinned on the floor. He flagged up his tail in pure readiness, and began to slather his waiting hole with Oak’s cum while eyeing his cousin with a determined smirk. “If yer willin’ ta give your own cousin a good ruttin, Ah’ll let you fuck me whenever you want!~”
Despite how eager and willing Braeburn’s promise sounded, Big Mac’s enticed grin pointed up at Burnt Oak for the briefest moment. Fortunately, the older stallion nodded in approval to his coltfriend’s statement. “Hey, it was my idea, after all~ It’s not too often I get to see two studs gettin’ it on while related. As long as I get to watch, you have my full blessing to plow him any time~ That sound good to you?”
Big Mac huffed through his nostrils while sporting an enthusiastic grin, and nodded happily to the older pony before getting up on the bed. Just as he mounted his moaning cousin, Mac shuddered in delight as he replied in his lust-minded state. “Eeeyu--”
“MAC, WHAT THE FUCK?!?”
Despite how amped-up all three stallions were, that shrill feminine shriek was more than enough to make all of them freeze in undefinable dread. Since Burnt Oak was facing the still-open doorway, he was the first to turn pale at seeing Sugar Belle standing there with a dropped jaw. Brae was the second pony to see her standing only a few feet away, causing his cock to quickly deflate as his pupils shrunk in worry. Big Mac, who was the last to see her shocked face, was already carrying a petrified expression when he slowly turned his head around to see her.
Considering how his face still had matted remnants of Oak’s cum and his cousin’s saliva, and he was still in an obvious mounting position atop of Brae’s presented stance, Mac couldn’t think of a single excuse or lie that could possibly work for his marefriend. Meanwhile, Sugar Belle could only blink with a gawked expression as she witnessed the frozen debauchery before her. A million questions were running through her head, as well as at least a thousand scenarios involving what she should do with her adulterous coltfriend to make up for what he was doing. At least thirty seconds of silence passed in the room, even though it felt like at least an hour; but before any of the stallions could try to speak up, Sugar was the first to reply in a faint and very offended-sounding tone of voice:
“You… you three really tried to do this without asking me to watch?!”
