>"Wake up, Nonny! Come on!"
A high-pitched, energetic voice pulls you out of your slumber, as you feel a shake on your arm.
 >"Nonny! Wake up!" 
>You open your eyes slowly, the bright light of the Sun washes over your vision.
>It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust, bright white being replaced with more reasonable color.
>This particular color being pink.
>Quite a lot of pink, sprouting out in unkempt curls and poofs that spill into your face and mouth.
"Ugh, pfft!" You spit a tuft of long pink hair out of your mouth. Good morning, Pinkie Pie. What time is it?" You ask, glancing over at the alarm clock on the night stand to your right.
>7:41 AM
>She woke you up early. Again. On Saturday.
>"Time for you to get out of bed and help me bake my 'Woke my big brother up to help him keep a normal sleep schedule' turnover."
"Time for wh- Bake what?" Your words come out, faster than your brain can process Pinkie's sentence.
>"The turnover you're gonna bake, silly! So you can get out of bed!"
"You woke me up, so that I could keep a sleep schedule… by baking a turnover?"
>"Yupperino!" 
"How about now that I'm awake, we can just skip baking the turnover?"
>"No, sir!" It's too late for that! I already started! We're stuck having to finish! Heeheheheee!"
>Pinkie lets out a giggle. You hate to admit it, but Pinkie's bubbly, seemingly endless energy, was infectious. For a moment, baking a whos-a-whats-it turnover doesn't seem so bad.
>Pinkie Pie was always, oxymoronically, the more mature out of the two of you, despite you being her elder.
>She would always do things like this. Help keep you from shirking your responsibilities by quite literally coating them in a layer of icing.
>Big test coming up? "Congratulations for studying for Biology for a week" pie. "One slice for each day of the week," she'd say. How she managed to cut a pie into sevenths, you'll never know. Bad breakup? "Turn that frown upside down" cake. And now, it's "Hey, you woke up on time, here's a turnover!"
>You can't but notice the pastries are rewarding more and more trivial things, and can't decide if that's more telling about you, or Pinkie.
"Alright, I'm up." You let out a long yawn, stretching out your arms, swinging them in slow arcs at your sides.
>"Yay! Let’s go," she says, pulling your arm once again.
"Whoa, hold on. Lemme get dressed first," you say, pointing to your wardrobe.
>"Oh, Anonymous, don't be silly! We're not going out to some fancy restaurant! We're just gonna cook some apples on the stove, put them into puff pastry, mix some glaze a bowl, and bake it."
>All while pinkie explains how a turnover is made, she pantomimes all the motions, mixing invisible ingredients into an imaginary bowl, and packing puff pastries with abstract apples.
"And here I was thinking this would be difficult…" You mumble, sarcastically.
>"Besides, I'm not dressed either," Pinkie retorts, giving you a little spin.
>You can see, now that Pinkie has taken a step back, that she has indeed started without you. Confectioner's sugar coats various parts of her body. Her hands are replete with it, and it's matted on her arms, shoulders, and thighs.
>You also notice, that she has indeed not gotten dressed. She's still in a thin tank top, and a pair of  cloth short shorts. 
>Pinkie was always a little on the pudgier side, owing in no small part to her proclivity for baked goods. Not that you were complaining. She always seemed to fill out in just the right way.
>Her thighs were nice and thick, leading up to her big, round ass, that poked out just underneath those short shorts, just the way you like it. The tank top also didn't leave much to the imagination, her breasts poking out from the top of the ill-equipped garment, her nipples protruding from the front…
>You were just thankful to already be in a pair of shorts.
"You go on ahead, I gotta go to the bathroom," you say quickly, as Pinkie ends her spin.
>"Okay, but you better be right out!" Pinkie calls out from the doorway, as she leaves.
>Her ass bounces with each step, letting you catch just a little more of a glimpse of it, before she rounds the corner to the kitchen, breaking you out of your trance.
>Going next door to the bathroom, you check around the corner to see if the coast is clear. Pinkie has her back to you, as she hums a random melody, stirring glaze in a bowl.
"Phew." You sigh to yourself, closing the door to the bathroom. 
>Pulling the band of your shorts down, your turgid cock flops out of them, flexing and twitching.
"I swear, Pinkie does this on purpose." You sigh, aiming with your hand into the toilet bowl, beginning to release a steady yellow stream.
"Ow! Goddammit!" You wince, the stinging pain of peeing with an erection shooting through your shaft.
>Finally, the urine stops, as well as the pain, your cock softening, lacking stimulation.
>Flushing the toilet, you wash your hands, splashing cold water in your face, to help wake up.
"Alright, you can do this." You stare hard into the mirror, your reflection staring back at you with the same faltering stoic expression.
"Bake a turn over with Pinkie Pie, how long could that take?" You speak to your doppelganger, trying to reassure yourself. 
"25 minutes? No time at all. No time to stare at her big, juicy ass, and her bouncy, ballooning brea-"
>A knock at the door breaks you out of your concentration!
>"Nonny? You okay in there? Did you fall in? Need me to pull you out?"
"N-no, sorry! I'm almost done!" The sudden jolt makes you jump out of your skin, your heart racing in your chest.
You turn the handle to the bathroom, opening the door, to find Pinkie standing in the doorway.
>"You finally done? We don't have all day, silly! Weeell, actually we do, since it's Saturday, but I also have to make to leave time for you to study and for me to practice with the band. So, we should get this done within the next six hours or I won't have time to get to the school!" Pinkie Pie rambles, a flurry of hand gestures punctuating her words.
"I think we'll make it."
>She grins wildly, as you join her in the kitchen. On the countertop, you find a mixing bowl, full of the sugar that coats Pinkie's body, a bushel of 6 honey crisp apples, and puff pastry squares lying on a baking sheet.
>"I've already started the glaze, can you cut those apples into quarters, while I look for where mom keeps the skillets?"
"Mhmm. Sounds good." You pick up a steak knife, sitting down on a stool resting next to the island. As you cut the apples, Pinkie begins to rummage through the cupboards, looking for pans.
>She bends over, at the waist, humming, seemingly unaware of how much her ass stuck out of her shorts.
>But you can see it all. Her cheeks hike the back of her shorts up,  showing almost a "half moon.
>Your own cheeks, the ones attached to your face, react in kind, flushing full of blood, painting them a deep red.
>"What the hell is Pinkie Pie doing?!" Your mind begins to race, forcing your eyes to dart back and forth between random points in the kitchen, the patterns on the ceiling, and the grout in the tile suddenly becoming much more interesting.
>Slowly, your mind calms down, the gravity of Pinkie's cheeks causing your eyes to pendulum back and forth slowly becoming focus on the voluptuous mounds of flesh tantalizing you with their proximity.
>Pinkie softly bounces at the knees, in time with her humming, the loud banging of the pots drowning out most of the song.
>"I don't hear any cutting~!" Pinkie suddenly yells out in a strangely sing-songy tone, from inside the cupboard, not looking back at you, not even stopping her bouncing.
>Your cock grows inside your shorts yet again, as you try to focus on the knife in your hands, driving it down into the red-yellow flesh of the apple, juices dripping down the incision.
>"Just like the juicy plump of Pinkie's ass," a wayward thought through your mind, flashes.

>"OH! Found it!" Pinkie Pie yells out, holding the skillet out in front of her, to show you. The sudden outburst causing you to drive the knife all the way through the apple.
"Took you that long to find a skillet?" You ask sarcastically.
>"It was buried *all the way* back in the cupboard, Anon! I had to go digging through a mound of junk just to get in there…"
>That was…an odd way to answer. Her voice suddenly gets low, as her hand seems to slide down - no - stroke the handle of the pan.
>"Ugh! Anon, are you only done with one apple?" Before you can linger on that thought, Pinkie sets the pan down on the counter, wheeling around the island to your side.
"W-wait, Pinkie! I can do it!" You stammer out, as Pinkie puts her hand on yours, guiding your hand to one of the apple halves, cutting it in half.
>"This is fun, Anon!" Pinkie says, happily cutting apples in half. "It's been a while since we got to have fun like this together."
"Yeah. Totally…" You speak simply, trying to shift on the stool to hide your erection.
>"I mean, it's been a while since we really got to… bond, you know? School's always taking up so much of our time, and you always seem so stressed out, having to stay up late studying, and sleeping through the weekends."
>You sigh, getting surprisingly relaxed at Pinkie's candid concern.
"Yeah, I mean, it’s a lot to juggle. College applications, homework, worrying about who to take to prom, let alone someone to start a relationship with…"
>"I totally get that Nonny! I mean, I have the Rainbooms to juggle, as well as all the stuff you're worried about. It gets exhausting!"
"That's a surprise. You, exhausted? I can't imagine what could even do that?" You chuckle, as Pinkie gets halfway finished cutting the apples.
>"I could show you." She bumps her hips into yours, sticking her tongue out at you.
"What?" You cock an eyebrow, confused.
>"Never mind," She shakes her head, with a smile.

>"Here, lemme get a little more comfortable…" Pinkie says, humming, as she rests one of her large butt cheeks on your thigh, it spilling over your entire lap.
>"There we go!" She giggles. "Much better!" Her poofy pink hair fills your vision, as she flops onto you, continuing to cut the apples.
"Pinkie's there's another stool right next to me!" You say, half in protest, half in shock, Pinkie's weight pressing into you.
>Your cock is still hard as a rock, twitching as its tip rubs against the inside of your shorts.
>Desperately trying to keep it from touching Pinkie, you close your thighs together, but Pinkie's weight squeezes your balls against the seat of the stool, forcing them to open.
>"Aww, but you make such a great seat, Nonny!" She says, hugging you with her free arm, pulling you in. "Come on, let's get these done." 
"Okay…" You concede to Pinkie's antics.
>She bends forward, much further forward than she has to, pulling her shorts up over her cheeks again.
>Shifting in the stool, her hips center over yours, her voluptuous ass spilling over your bones.
>"Oh shit! What is she doing?!" Internally, your mind panics, as her ass rests directly over your cock. The soft skin rubs against your swollen cock head. Her unconscious motions stimulate the sensitive tip, causing it to flex, lusting after her body.

>You want to wiggle your way out of this, to squirm free and not have Pinkie on you anymore.
>Your mind forces your body to obey, tensing your legs, flexing your arms. Your body fidgets underneath hers, no matter how much you try to mediate and center yourself.
>"Are you cold, Anon?" Pinkie turns back, looking at you. "You're so tense."
>If Pinkie can feel you, she's not letting on. For a moment, her tone is even, and sincere, without a hint of irony.
"Am I? Sorry, I must have a lot on my lap…" You mumble to yourself, maybe a little louder than you wanted.
>"What's that? Speak up!" Pinkie yells, giggling, shifting again on your lap, grinding her ass against your cock.
>There's the carefree attitude you've grown to know and…get accustomed to. Maybe she can't feel it against all that cushion?
"I said 'I had a lot on my mind.' I don't know. Dealing with school, and shit, it's tough sometimes, you know? I mean, you're the popular one out of the two of us. Saved the school like half a dozen times. It must be nice. Having everyone fawn over you."
>Pinkie scoffs. "Oh, come on, Anonymous! Have you *seen* my grades? I might be able to beat a few drums, and bake a pie, but when it comes to the things that you do: science, math, computers, I'm a big dummy." 
>She sets down the knife, letting out a sigh. "The truth is, I'm jealous at how smart you are. How *focused* you can be. When you set your mind to something, you get that little furrow in your brow, and you stick your tongue out."
>"Your mind works at a million miles an hour." You hear a sniffle out of Pinkie, her face obscured by her large pink hair. "And I…just bake pastries."

"No no no!" You subconsciously, pull her into a hug. "You know what I love about you? You never let anyone effect your emotions. Always so bouncy, and bubbly. It's infectious. Really."
>She finally looks back at you, her eyes slightly puffy, just like the rest of her. Reaching her hands over her head, she grabs the back of your neck, looking up at you.
>"Thank you, Nonny, that means a lot…"
"You're welcome," you respond with a smile.
>You hold her, and she holds you, as you share a moment of silence. You finally get a good look at her face. Pinkie's lips are - unsurprisingly - a rosy pink, full, and with a faint sheen.
>Her cyan eyes lock with yours, as you feel her hands stroking the back of your neck.
>"So…" She begins, cupping your cheeks, running her hands through your hair. Her hips move a little bit more on your lap. No, it's more like she's *gyrating* on top of you, grinding her butt all over you.

"Pinkie..?" Your cheeks redden, forming a deep blush. "What are you doing…?"
>"Trying to get reeeeally comfortable." She answers, in a hushed tone, almost a whisper, looking back at you.
>You can feel her pulling on your neck. "I know you're stressed a lot, and I hate to watch you shut yourself away from everyone. Let me help you."
>You relax your neck, letting her pull you in. Her lips look so full, plump and enticing, as she pout, sticking them out.
"This isn't right…" You say, barely above a whisper, as your hands run down her front, going from her collarbones to her breasts, grabbing one in each hand.
>She giggles, scratching down your neck. "Your mouth says 'no,' but your body…" She grinds her hips on your lap again, working your cock between her cheeks. "Says 'yes.' What, you don't think I didn't feel little Nonny pressing up against my lap, did you?"
"No…" Your face is fully red, cheeks burning with embarrassment, as you try to close your legs.
>She pulls your gnape again. You want to stop. Your mind tells you it's wrong, that you're family.
>You don't stop. Instead you go forward, finally closing the gap between her lips and yours.
>"Mmmmm, mwah!" She holds her lips to yours, pulling back, smacking them as they release.
>"You're not a bad kisser, Nonny!" She giggles, nuzzling her head into your shoulder. 
>She sighs, pulling on you again as, she goes in for another kiss. "What do you say we finish this turnover, then we can 'frost my buns?'" She gives you a wink, slamming down her hips on yours.

>"What do you say we go look for a pan to put these apples into?"
"I thought you found one already?" You ask, cocking a brow, motioning over to the pan resting on the counter.
>"You sure? I think we might need to go looking in the cupboard for another one!" She gets off you, much to your dismay. She pulls you along with her hand, going from the elbow to your wrist, finally interlocking your fingers.
>You walk over to the cupboard, as Pinkie bends over in front of you, opening the door.
>"The pans might be waaaaay back there, so we'll have to be thorough. Make sure I don't fall over~" She says, shaking her ass in front of you, as her shorts ride up her cheeks.
"I should grab your hips, and get right up next to you," you suggest, as you do so, grinding your hips into her ass. Your hands snake their way under the thin cloth, grabbing the two large mounds of flesh.
>They're warm to the touch, soft and smooth, as you give each cheek a squeeze.
"Is that better?" You ask, your cock threatening to burst out of your shorts, as it presses into her wet slit barred entry from the two layers of clothing. 
>"Mmmm, that's a *lot* better, thank you! I'm not going anywhere.~" 
>She starts to rummage through the cupboard again, tossing around pots and pans.

>"I think I've got one!" She says, pulling it out of the recess of the cupboard. "It's got a really long and thick handle. I have to put both my hands around it just to hold it." She says seductively, bending back up at the hips, leaning back into you. 
>"Ahhh. There we go~! You wanna prep those apple slices?" She asks, putting the slices into the skillet, along with a large slice of butter. Leading you over to the stove, she turns the heat on medium, letting the pan warm.
>The slices soon begin to sizzle, Pinkie stirring with a wooden spoon, adding brown sugar, cornstarch, cinnamon, and water.
"Mmm, that smells really good, already." You comment, subconsciously placing your hands on her hips, as she nuzzles you between cooking.
>"Hehe , thank you! It's a wife's maidenly task to excel at her cooking abilities for her husband. This is good practice~."
"Ooooh, that's what I am, huh? Just practice for your husband? And who might your husband be?" You tease her, slapping her large ass, as she bends over to turn on the oven.
>She merely looks back at you, giving a sly grin.
>Grabbing the puff pastries, she unwraps them, spooning the glazed apples onto them, folding them into small triangle shapes.
>Placing them onto a baking sheet, Pinkie opens the oven, bending over slowly again, grinding against you as she slides it onto the tray.
>"There we go! All done!" She wipes her hands against themselves, putting her hands on her hips, with a proud cock to the side.
>"Now…" She turns back to you, wrapping her arms around your neck, nuzzling into your shoulder. 
>Standing on her tiptoes, she reaches up to give your cheek a kiss.
>"Where were we?"

"Hmm, let me try to remember." Your hands snake down her back, pressing her breasts into your stomach, putting one ass cheek into each hand.
"Oh, yeah. Now I remember." You give her ass a squeeze, returning her kiss, now completely devoid of anxiety or fear. Your tongue plays inside her mouth, as you swap saliva with your thick, short stack sister.
"I think we were gonna - what was it you said - 'Frost your buns?' Now, I have *no* idea what that means, you're gonna have to show me." You tease, going back in for wet deep kisses.
>"Mmm, yeah, I'll show you how to do that properly, so we don't waste any of it." She says between kisses.
"How long do we have until those turnovers are done," you ask, pointing over your shoulder. 
>"30 minutes. We'll have plenty of time to get a few in." She giggles, going up for another kiss, nibbling your earlobe. The hot breath of a whisper enters the canal, with a simple question:
>"Your bedroom or mine?" 

"Yours. My room's a mess, and, honestly, I can't remember the last time I was in your room," you chuckle, scratching the back of your head.
>"Don't worry, you'll get to see a lot of more of it from now on." She bumps her hip into yours
>She leads you excitedly to her bedroom, skipping through the kitchen, past the living room, humming all the way there.
>Opening her bedroom door, she pushes you inside.
>Instantly, the smell of perfumes and sweet scents fill your nose. 
>The walls are covered with a smattering of posters, trophies, and pictures documenting Pinkie's escapades with her friends. 
>The Fall Formal, the incident with the Sirens during the Battle of the Bands, the Equestria Games with Crystal Prep all seemed like they just occurred yesterday. 
>But they were all resolved, the school saved, thanks to Pinkie and her friends. 
"Wow. You've really been busy, haven’t you," you ask, approaching the wall, looking over Pinkie's achievements.
>"Yeah, and I'm about to get a lot busier~" Pinkie's tone is low and sultry, the unusual tone taking you aback, peeling your eyes away from the wall.
>Your jaw drops to the floor.
>Pinkie is pulling off her tight tank top, revealing a pudgy soft belly at first, then a pair of large breasts. 
>"Surprise! Hehehee~" Pinkie giggles, tossing her tank top aside, cupping each breast in a hand, giving each a bounce.
 Your cheeks burn, turning a deep red. Your lips pull into a toothy grin, and a dopey laugh escaping your lips.
"Jesus. That's quite the surprise." You walk over to her bed. The springs of the boxspring creak, as your weight presses down on it.
>"You wanna see an even better surprise," she asks, her hands going down to the waistband of her short shorts.

"Oh, God, yes," you blurt out, almost groaning.
>Pinkie raises an eyebrow, busting out laughing!
>"Hahahaha! Oh, my God, Anonymous! You should see the look on your face. It's almost like you've never seen a pair of boobs before!"
"Not in person before…" you mumble, the patterns on the carpet suddenly becoming much more interesting.
>"Really? You and your girlfriend never..?"
>You scoff, still looking at the shaggy carpeting.
"No! Never! She didn't want to. I mean, I respected her decision, of course. I dunno." You sigh, lost in the memory.
>"Well, then you'll *really* like this next part," she says.
>Out of the corner of your eye, you can see some cloth hit the floor.
>As you turn to look, you can see Pinkie's shorts down around her ankles, as she steps one of her feet through, as she grabs them with her other foot.
>She holds them out, grasping her shorts with her big toe and second toe, her pink and silver nail polish glimmering in the light.
>Pinkie flexes her toes, spreading them out and curling them back in. Kicking out her foot, she tosses her shorts, arcing them to land on your head.
>"Woo! Turns out Rainbow Dash is a good teacher!" She laughs, hopping up and down, her breasts bouncing with the inertia.
>You grab Pinkie's shorts by the waistband, looking them over, spying a wet spot in the crotch.

>Somehow, your face gets even redder, as you behold Pinkie's naked body.
>Pinkie's body is just the right amount of pudgy.
>Her belly pokes out just a little from her frame, jiggling as she bounces up and down.
>Pendulous breasts swing in an oblong shape, resting on her chest, rising and falling with her breath.
>Her ass is even larger unconstrained, rounding out her wide hips, hiding all but just a hint of her pussy from the back.
>From the front, her pubes are the exact same shade as her curly pink hair.
>They are shaved shorter, but otherwise unkempt, as it coats her lips in a fuzzy layer.
>Her legs are large, thighs touching, but without a hint of cellulose or stretch marks.
"You're absolutely beautiful." You say, admiring Pinkie's nude body.
>It's her turn to blush, somehow breaking through her already rosy cheeks.
>"Awww, Nonny! No one's ever said that to me before!" She pulls you in for a hug, momentarily forgetting the reason she invited you into her room, basking in the complient.
>After a heartfelt embrace, Pinkie releases you.
>"Alright, Nonny, it's your turn~" she says, kneeling down between your legs.

>Throughout the emotional rollercoaster, you completely ignored your throbbing boner.
>Pinkie plays with your waistband, as your cock flares against your shorts.
>"Oooh, looks like Little Nonny wants to come out and play."
>She pulls down your shorts, slowly teasing your shaft and head  with the waistband, stopping right before releasing your tip.
>Pulling your shorts around your thighs, your cock flops up, resting on your belly, the pink helmet resting past your navel.
>"Mmmm, maybe not so 'little." She chuckles, poking it with a finger.
"Yeah, a big cock for a big girl~? No one else could get past all that ass."
>"We'll find out, won't we?"
>Pinkie takes your cock in her right hand, stroking close to your base.
>"It's so warm…" She's mesmerized by it, running her thumb down the side, sating her curiosity  more than trying to please it.
>"How do you deal with this thing in your pants all day," she asks, beginning to stroke it more in earnest.
"I don't, really." You sigh, closing your eyes, as Pinkie does her thing. "Have you seen what most of the girls on campus are wearing? It's a wonder the boys get anything done at all."
>"Mmm, you've just been pent up." She strokes you a little faster, going from an underhand to overhand stroke, twisting her wrist to feel every vein and bulge.
>"Let me help you out, Nonny. Does that feel good? Just lay back and relax." Pinkie coos, her voice going uncharacteristically deep, (however deep Pinkie's voice can actually get,) taking on an almost motherly tone.

"Yeah, I feel a lot better…" You lean your head back, eventually laying down on her bed, putting your hands behind your head.
>As she strokes, Pinkie gives your tip a lick, moving her head up and down, wetting your cock.
>"Mmm, mwah! Hello, Little Nonny! Your Auntie Pinkie Pie is gonna make you feel really good."
>She puts her lips around your cock head, ringing her tongue around it.
>"Mmm." Her lips pop off you, leaving a string of saliva behind. "Your 'doughnut' tastes really good, Anon!"
"I'm glad you're enjoying it. If you suck it long enough, cream…something something." You twist your wrist, bringing your hand around in a circle to punctuate your indifference, telling her to move on.
>"Ahhhmmmhh!" Her lips glomp down on your cock. Placing her hands on your thighs, her head bobs up and down on the top half of your member.
>Her hair falls over her shoulders, obscuring her actions behind a wall of puffy, pink hair.
"Oh, God, Pinkie, that feels amazing." You moan, thrusting your hips off the bed, feeling your cock slide down her wet, warm esophagus.
>She gags, shutting her eyes tightly, before relaxing her throat, and moving her head down to your balls.
"Holy shit, Pinkie." You crane your head up to see Pinkie's hair staring back.
>Pinkie holds her head there for a few seconds, using a hand to get her hair out of her face, opening her eyes, looking up at you.
>Her face is slowly turning red, tears streaming down her cheeks, as she swallows squeezing her throat down around her brother's cock.

>"Mmm, yah mrike dat, Nonneh," Pinkie chokes out from behind your cock, saliva dripping down her chin, mixing with her tears.
>She pulls your cock out of her throat, with a fit of coughs, finishing with a tip kiss.
>"How about we stop messing around, and get to it," Pinkie asks, still using the low sultry voice.
>Turning around, Pinkie puts her hands on your knees, rocking her hips, slowly lowering her ass onto your lap, pressing into your crotch.
>"You like these big, hips rocking on you, huh? You like your sister's fat ass grinding against you?"
"Oh, fuck yeah." You grab her hips again, slapping her ass against your crotch.
"You want your brother's big cock inside you?"
>"Yeah. You wanna fill my buns with your cream?" She reaches for your cock, angling it up toward her dripping cunt, easing it inside as she sits down on you.
"Mmm, careful, I might fill you with my incest baby." You grab her ass, hoisting yourself up into a seated position.
>"Don't worry, I don't think my husband will mind." She presses her back into your chest, resting her head on your shoulder.
"I don't think so either," you whisper into her ear, kissing her full lips, as she slaps her ass against your pelvis.
>"I love you, Anonymous," she moans out, looking you deep in the eyes, the world completely gone to her.
>Her hands grab your nape again, as she gets up and slams back down, getting into a slow rhythm.
>You can feel Pinkie's nails dig into your skin, as she works your cock slowly, giving you another kiss.
"I love you, too." You huff between thrusts, gyrating your own hips underneath her, timing your "in" with her "down."
 
The loud sounds of slapping skins, and creaking springs fill Pinkie's bedroom, as she rides you.
>"Haa haa haa, hoooh yes! This is sooo much funner than baking a turnover," Pinkie says, between thrusts.
"Yeah, this is… this is… this is great." You huff, trying to think of something witty, but the pleasure and exertion drains blood away from your brain.
>Grabbing her wrists, you pull her back into you, as she begins to drip hot fluids all over your cock, pooling in your lap.
>"I'm so wet for you, Anon." Pinkie coos, slowing down her thrusts, before wheeling around to face you, sliding her ass as far forward on your lap as she can get it.
>Wrapping her arms around your necks, her forearms on your shoulders, Pinkie leans in for another passionate kiss.
>"Mmmm, mmmwah!" She licks your lips between kisses, and you can feel her leaning her weight into you, forcing you to lean back into the mattress. 
>She's on top of you now, running her hands through your hair.
>Pinkie kisses from your temple, down your cheek, to your lips, extending that kiss especially before going down your neck, sucking on it.
>"Fuck me," Pinkie commands, simply, continuing to kiss you.
>Her hands run down your front, squeezing your nipples between her fingers.
>You reach back, grabbing her ass with both hands, giving it a slap, before going back to sliding your cock deep within her waiting cunt.
>"Yes, yes yesyesyesyesyesyes." Pinkie mumbles out with a moan, as you feel her shiver on top of you, lost in the stupor of her ecstasy. 

"Yeah, you like that?" You look up at Pinkie, dirty-talking between huffs, through gritted teeth.
>You thrust your hips forward, forcing her ass down with your hands, slapping her cheeks red.
>Her hole squeezes down around your member, as you force your way in past her walls.
>The warm wet pussy pulls you in, coating you in another layer of juices.
>With a hard slap, you hilt deeply inside her, her cervix gently kissing your cockhead as it prods the entrance to her fertile, waiting womb.
>The sudden jolt of pleasure takes her by surprise! 
>"Oh, fuck! Please don't stop!" She yells out, resting her chest against yours, her large breasts squishing against your bodies.
"Shh." You wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her into your shoulder. "Mom and Dad are gonna hear.
>"I don't care! Let them hear, it feels too good," she responds, moaning into your shoulder, gripping at the sheets randomly, unable to decide what to do with her hands.
>"Cum inside me! Put a baby in me! Make my body yours! I want a little Pumpkin Pie and Pound Pie!"
"Spend a lot of time with the Cake twins, huh," you chuckle, whispering into her ear.
>She nods into your shoulder.
>"Mmmm, fuck!" She moans out in pleasure, before answering.
>"They're so amazingly sweet and adorable. I love taking care of them!"
>She nibbles at your earlobe, whispering a confession.
>"Sometimes, I like to pretend I'm breastfeeding them when no one's at the bakery. I feel so close to them."
>"Mrs. Cake is always so busy, so I take care of them much more than she does. I'm basically their mother, not her." 
>Pinkie's liquids flow out from her hole, as she cums constantly from her womb being prodded, and the recollection of her dark fantasy.

"I have an idea." You stop your thrusting, Pinkie opening her eyes, furrowing her brow at you, almost as if she would burst into tears.
>"Why did you stop," she huffs, placing her hand on your cheek.
"I have an idea. Turn around. Get on your knees."
>"Ooooh, okay." She perks right up, hopping off you, climbing onto her bed, getting on her hands and knees.
>"Like this," she asks, rocking her hips from side to side, a hint of glistening running down her legs.
"Yeah, juuust like that." You're enticed by Pinkie's slow swaying, climbing onto the bed, prowling over to her.
>Climbing over her back, Pinkie backs up her body into yours.
>The warmth of her back envelopes your front, as grab her fat, swinging tits in each hand.
>She supports your weight with hers, moaning as her tits are squeezed.
>"Mmm, is this how you're gonna impregnate your sister? Like a dog?"
"I was thinking more of a cow."
>The pink poofy pile of plump cranes her head around, her face taking on a serious look.
>"Are you calling me fat?" She holds the expression for a moment, before sticking her tongue out at you.
>You chuckle, anticipating Pinkie's reaction.
"Not at all, I'm just saying you were made to be bred, with those wide hips and swinging udders."
>You grab her hands, interlacing your fingers with hers.
"Why don't you give me a moo, cow?"
>She scoffs out a laugh, shaking her head, looking down for a moment, before letting out a soft sound.
>"moo…" A halfhearted onomatopoeia escapes her lips.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you."
>You slide your tip in, stopping just past her entrance.
>"Ahh! Moo! Please don't tease me~"
>You slide in a little more, kissing her cheeks.
"Cows don't talk, silly." The slap of your hips bouncing against her ass cause her vocalizations to grow in intensity.
>"You don't know the half of it!" She huffs, returning your kisses, sliding her tongue down your throat.
>"This cow talks, and she wants her milking. Please, farmer Anonymous, cum inside me already, and let me calf for you."

>You slide deeply into her moist hole, yet again, as Pinkie pushes back into you.
>Pressed tightly against Pinkie's body, you're embrace by her voluptuous warmth.
"You wanna get pregnant, huh," you ask her, whispering into her ear.
>"Yes, please! I wanna breastfeed twins while I'm pushing another one!"
"While you're bent over a stove, cooking food for our house full of our incest children?"
>She moans in response, backing into you, complimenting your thrust with a swivel of her hips.
>"I wanna push your babies out of my wide hips, and get huge for you."
"You're gonna be pregnant for the rest of your life. I'm not gonna let you waste your breeding years running around with the girls."
>"Yeah? How many babies are we gonna have," she asks, her mind lost in imagination.
>You slap against her, starting to form images in your own mind, imagining the future.
>In your mind's eye, you can see Pinkie.
>She's a little older, but a lot bigger. Her burgeoning belly hangs off her frame, as she rests a hand on her lower back, rubbing it with her knuckles.
>Her breasts have ballooned out, her areolae and nipples have darkened, Montgomery tubercles randomly dotting the flesh.
 >In her other hand, Pinkie carries one of your offspring, pressing her into a large breast, while rocking her back and forth.
>She's stark naked, bent over the stove, a large pot bubbling with liquid.
>Swaying her hips back and forth, she lets out a long breath, looking down at her swollen fecundity.
>"Feels like you're ready to come out, Nonny Junior."
>She smiles, resting her palm on her belly, as a kick bulges under her hand in response.
>"Well, be good, and wait until your daddy gets home. You know he'll be mad if he's not here to watch you come out."

>You open your eyes, pulled out of the fantasy, determined to make it into a reality.
>Grabbing her hips, you straighten up, thrusting as deeply and hard as you're able.
>"Aaaah! Hehehehee~" Pinkie, startled by the sudden change in energy giggles out a moan.
"Mmm, sorry I can't help it. You get me excited." 
>Your hands go from her hips to her ass, squeezing your cock between her cheeks.
>"Ohh, always going for my butt, huh?" She looks back to you, flicking her hair out of her face.
"I guess I'm more of an ass man. It's all your fault." You chuckle, hissing an inhale through your teeth.
>"Yeah? You like staring at ass, huh? Naughty Anonymous."
"I can't help that there's so much of it. You walk around the house with half a pair of shorts on."
>"Mmm. It's not my fault there's nothing that fits me. Ooooh, yeah, right there~"
"Yeah? Not your fault, Ms. Pastry Chef? I'd think you'd notice after a while. Mmm, fuck.
>The clap of Pinkie's ass against your hips, and gusts of heavy breaths, stop the mid sex conversation, as your get more into it, your cock tensing in response.
>"Sorry I don't have your metabolism, skin-and-bones."
>You can't help but stop thrusting for a moment, compelled to give a large grin, looking down at Pinkie through the curly mane of thick pink hair.
>Pinkie really is everything you want in a partner: Funny, energetic, creative, carefree. Everything you aren't, she's there to keep you grounded, lighthearted and playful.
>You both share a stare into each other's eyes. A phrase, spoken so often before bubbles up from your core, but this time you know it means something different. Something deeper.
"I love you."
>It's Pinkie's turn for pause, as she returns the warm smile with her own.
>"I love you too…
>"Now stop being so sappy and keep going! That's my job."
>You laugh at Pinkie's eagerness.
"You don't have to tell me twice!"
>Before you can finish your sentence, you begin thrusting again, encouraged by your requited love for Pinkie.

>Reaching forward, you lean against Pinkie's back, holding a handful of her pink hair by the roots.
> "Aah! What are you doing," Pinkie asks, surprised by your sudden forcefulness.
"Shut up," you order, pulling on the locks, twisting her head back, using the leverage to continue driving inside her.
>You're overtaken by your body's desire, taking in her scent, feeling the building orgasm in you getting stronger.
>"Ow, Anon, that hurts," Pinkie says, her alluring hum belying what she's saying.
"Do you want me to stop," you ask, a pang of serious consideration for Pinkie's safety.
>"No, I love this. Pull harder."
>Butterflies fill your stomach, excited, and giddy from the admission.
>You reset your grip on Pinkie's roots, tentatively increasing the tension on her hair, unsure of how hard you're able to make it without hurting Pinkie.
>"Harder," is your answer.
>You pull a little harder, twisting her head back more, still a twinge of apprehension stopping you from taking it too far.
>"Harder," she yells, twisting her neck forward, signaling to you to throw inhibition out the window!
"You want it harder? Here!" Digging your nails into her scalp, you grab and pull as hard as you can.
>Words fail Pinkie, as she devolves to letting out a yell, clenching her eyes shut, sobbing out tears.
>The guilt comes back, bolstered by Pinkie's scream and crying.
>Getting close to her ear, you release the tension.
"Are you okay," you ask, kissing her tear-stained cheek, waiting for an answer.
>"Uh huh. Sorry about that, hehehe. Keep going." She sniffles, laughing as you kiss.
"The safety word is 'cumquat.'"
>She kisses you back, touching foreheads.
"If I go too far, I want you to say it. Scream it if you have to, I need to hear."
>"Okay. Don't worry, I'll let you know."
"You ready?" You close your eyes, still touching your forehead to hers.
>"Yeah, go ahead."

>Grinning, devilishly, now unconcerned with Pinkie's feelings, you use her body as an outlet.
>Your emotions begin to flood you. All the anger, shame, and fear you've felt for years all come to the surface.
>You bring a palm down on Pinkie's bare back hard, before going back in with your cock, leaning over her back.
>"Ow! Anon, that hurts! STOP!"
"Shut up! Shut the fuck up! Mom's gonna hear you."
>You wrap your hand around her throat, giving it a hard squeeze.
>She stops yelling, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks.
"You gonna stay quiet?"
>She nods in response.
"No matter what I do to you?"
>Another nod.
"Good. You scream, you're not gonna like what happens next."
>You release the grip on Pinkie's throat, as she gasps for air, but otherwise, remains quiet.
>Grabbing her big hair again, you bring your hand across her cheek, leaving a red hand mark.
>She flinches, stifling a sob, as you press her head down into the mattress.
>You thrust quickly, slamming against her ass, it slowly becoming red from your force.
"You gonna be a good girl?"
>"Yes, I promise I'll listen to you." She sobs, fighting against your palm.
"I'm gonna cum inside you, I'm gonna make you pregnant. I'm gonna…" You trail off, unable to think of anything else to say, getting closer orgasm with each hard thrust into your sister's pussy.
>"Make me a mommy, I'm ready. I want your babies."
"You wanna my wife," you say, feeling her clench down around you, milking the semen out of your member.
>"I'll be the best wife for you. Take care of all our babies. Uuuunnh!"
>"Cum for me, baby." She teases you, looking back through her hair, over her shoulder.
"I'm gonna do it." Your cock is burning with desire, heated in the forge of Pinkie's pussy, enveloped by the hot walls of her mold.
>"Do it. Make me yours," she reaches back, motioning you with her hands to grab them.
>Taking them, Pinkie keeps her face in the mattress, submitting to you completely.