City Brother, Country Sister

        >It was a simple job to be totally honest. All you did was run a very successful and very profitable shipping company, no big. Yes, you were the overmind to the brain-dead masses, the force that allows their porn mags to be shipped on time, the entity that re-gifts tacky furniture, the jerk that makes sure that divorce papers get to the right pony. All in all, it was order.

        >Until your sister came to visit and fucked everything up.

        >It was a swell idea at the time. Making sure that nobody knew about your hick family, much less your scared of indoors, sleep under the stars, totally insane sister. It was your goal in life to keep your distance from mom and dad, but more specifically her. The only reason your employees knew you weren't some immortal stallion that has been secretly amassing a fortune that would make any monarch jealous was your routine letters telling your parents to kindly leave you the fuck alone.

        >Okay it wasn't really worded like that, but you get the idea.

        >But that was the past, let's talk about the now, let's talk about the fact that your nonexistent sister just brazenly interrupted a board meeting, begging you to take her outside before the walls collapsed on her.

        “How the hell did you get past security?”

        >The mare was panting severely, in the middle of a panic attack, “Bro, I know I don't usually ask you for anythin'-”

        “You don't ask me for anything at all.”

        >”Point bein',” She said in-between pants, “Could you just indulge me fer like, three hours?” You look back to the other board members, who were still stunned by the fact your sister managed to get to the top floor, let alone exist.

        “Go to the roof, and wait for me there. I'll be up once I've dealt with this.”

        >She barrels out of the room, off to the stairwell. You turn back to the other board members, who all have varying levels of amusement plastered on their faces. Except for that bitter old fart Dwight, that fucker can't smile for shit.

        “What?”

        >”So you have a sister?” You nod, which earns a chorus of murmurs, “How come you never told us?”

        “I'd answer that if the concept didn't render me just a little- ABSOLUTELY LIVID.”

        >Your colleagues start collectively chuckling, fitting considering they are mostly for show and have less than half a braincell collectively shared between them. Fucking unicorns, you were told they were smart, “Go deal with your sister, I'm afraid we're all far too distracted at this point,” You sigh in irritation before marching out of the boardroom, listening to their lewd comments on your sister's rear, their laughter, and various jabs at the heartless brother you must be for insisting she never existed.

        >Eager to distract yourself, you make your way to the roof, where your sister had collapsed and was giggling every second or two, “Much better,” She sighs.

        “I'm only going to ask you this one more time, Chickadee, how the hell did you get past security?”

        >She gives you a dumbfounded look, “Security?” Note to self, dissolve security.

        “Okay, a better question; what do you want?”

        >She scowls, “What, I can't come to visit my big brother?”

        “Well... no.”

        >She stamps her hoof, “Well why not?”

        “Because I kind of hate you.”

        >You get slapped for that. All things considered you kind of deserved that, especially after the incident where you found her vibrator remote. Who knew she worked with it in? You recover to see Chickadee's predictably irritated countenance, “Mind repeatin' that?”

        ”Because I kind of-”

        >Another hard slap, “You jackass! You aren't supposed to actually repeat it!” You stare blankly.

        “Well what do you want me to say?”

        >”Maybe that you missed me and it was nice to see me again?”

        “Why would I say that? I don't like you!”

        >You get slapped again.

        “Would you knock that off?!”

        >You were immediately tackled to the ground and pinned with a very heated kiss, you manage to push her away so you can speak.

        “Dammit Chickie, this isn't the barn-house!”

        >Chickadee giggles, “You called me Chickie again,” You groan in irritation.

        “Okay fine, haha, I called you the old nickname I gave you.”

        >She kisses your nose, “I like it when you call me Chickie.”

        “This is exactly why I left the farm.”

        >Your sister smirked, ”I can imagine you gettin' hard every time you saw me got irritatin'.”

        “Did you come to patronize me again?”

        >”I came to see my brother again,” She answers, “And that's the honest truth.”

        “And the kiss?”

        >The question earns one, “I know it just rustles your jimmies,” She nuzzles you sweetly, which earns a roll of the eyes from you.

        “Okay, consider me rustled. Now get off me, you're creasing the suit.”

        >With a sigh she finally climbs off you, “City life sure has changed you,” You nodded in agreement as you climbed to your hooves.

        “That's the beauty of the city, sis. I can feel my IQ increasing as we speak.”

        >”Yeah I guess so. The folks were proud to hear you took over a tradin' company,” She glares at you, “You could've been nicer though, tellin' them to never look for you or write was a bit harsh.”

        “I'd rather keep my farm life on the farm away from where ponies can look at it and judge.”

        >”Ma and pa didn't have a problem with our flings.”

        “Mom and dad were also the most notorious swingers in the county. It's a miracle we even have the same mom and dad.”

        >Chickadee sighs, “Listen, I'd like you to come down to the farm again. The holidays are comin' up, and you said yourself you'd be the only pony working come Hearth's Warming.”

        “I have stuff I need to do, I have no time for family nonsense.”

        >Your sister stamps her hoof against the ground, “I'm not lettin' you win this time, you're coming to the farm, or I tell everyone about the games we used to play in the tub,” You give her the most monstrously angry face you can muster.

        “Don't you fuckin' dare.”

        >”Come down to see ma and pa, and I'll keep my yap shut,” Your anger subsides as your rationality kicks in. You were really just going to get drunk and play darts with portraits of the board members, you could probably stomach a trip home. You spit on your hoof and hold it out.

        “Deal.”

        >Chickadee repeats the gesture, pressing her hoof against yours, “See you at home,” Dammit this was the last thing you wanted to do, you'd rather die-

        >You glance over to the edge of the building. It was five stories, you wonder if the fall could kill you.

        “I suppose I should get back to work now.”

        >”Hold your horses pal,” Your sister says, “Last time I checked stallions didn't wave their flags at just anyone,” You sigh as you glance at your crotch, spotting your erect cock and your rustled jimmies.

        “I can wait.”

        >Chickadee raises a brow, “You wait now?” You shrug.

        “It works.”

        >Three hours passed, and it didn't work. Chickie looks as smug as usual. Your shrink called it associating her presence with sex, and as such your body prepares accordingly.

        >Fucking shrinks.

        “What are you looking at?”

        >”Just rememberin' the fun we used to have,” You had to admit, you did remember those times fondly, although you were glad you took those speaking classes.

        “I don't miss the accent.”

        >She hums, “I'll admit I like you better without it. You come off all suave and sophisticated.”

        “Damn straight.”

        >”I also like how high-strung you are,” Chickadee continues, “Makes me wonder how much you've been holdin' in for the last fifteen years.”

        “Are we going to spend all day talking about my dick or are you going to let me deal with this?”

        >Your sister shrugs innocently, “I'm not stoppin' you,” A silence that lasted several minutes as you stare at her.

        “I can't do it in front of you.”

        >”Wow the city turned you into a pansy,” Chickie says as she trots over to you, “You do remember who you're talking to right?” You groan.

        “Yes.”

        >To your chagrin, she continues, “Who was the little filly you used as your personal eye candy to clop to all the time?”

        “You were.”

        >She playfully smacks your face with her tail, “And whose flank did you always have to play with in the tub?” You groan at the memory, mostly out of shame.

        “Yours.”

        >”And whose sweet, underaged pussy could you not get enough of?”

        “Yours.”

        >You nearly spat it that time. It was such a surreal feeling, impossibly enraged and aroused, all wrapped up in a tight little orifice-

        >If you could be totally honest with yourself, your brain went into critical shutdown when you felt something wet envelop your dick. You didn't even bother looking down, because it was quite obvious who stuck it in her mouth.

        “Chickie?”

        >You hear her- nay, feel her hum in acknowledgment.

        “I really missed this.”

        >You feel her laugh before she returns to alleviating your frustration. You weren't much of a talker, nor a moaner. You remember your sister telling you it had something to do with the paranoia of getting caught that kept you silent. But to be honest, you just hated the sound of your own voice, although she did give you the perfect excuse

        >You slowly shifted until you were sitting on the ground. Chickie was still going to town on your cock, her head bobbing quite beautifully in your lap. You found yourself petting her head in encouragement, which causes her to increase in speed. You shifted slightly, the pleasure making your hips antsy. You really wished she'd just get this over with, the board, while useless, would probably send some poor shmuck to look for you by now.

        “I'm only going to say this once Chickie, so listen up.”

        >Her ears twitch, showing you had her attention.

        “No mercy sweetie. I need to get back to work pronto.”

        >She groans in disappointment, but the vibration only serves to send you to some secret nirvana slightly above and to the left of seventh heaven.

        “O-one more time please?”

        >She laughs a little before letting out a very exaggerated and very low moan, which sends shivers up your spine. The vibrations were hardly noticeable, but that subtly was just the right thing to please you. You promised yourself you'd find out why, but you hadn't had sex in fifteen years.

        >Sweet Celestia what have you been doing all this time?

        >Oh yeah, making thousands. You could pay for sex if you wanted to... Nah, you're getting it for free, and right now to boot. Suddenly Chickie pulls away with an audible pop, “I'm impressed, you're not a quick shot anymore,” You frown.

        “Really? I didn't think I was.”

        >She kisses your tip, “Most stallions don't sweetie. But all things considered-” She stops to drag her tongue along the entirety of your length, “Yours always tasted the best.”

        “I appreciate that sis.”

        >She hums before swallowing you again, returning to the pace she had set previously. Suddenly you were wondering what you tasted like, you'll ask later.

        >Your nonsensical thoughts are interrupted by a sudden increase in pressure from your jimmies. You were about to cum, better warn her, she always whined about the taste.

        “Chickie, I'm-”

        >She didn't even let you finish. Instead she takes all of you in, the surprise alone forcing you to cum. Chickadee gags once or twice as you fill her throat with your semen. After she's confident you're dry, she lifts herself off of you.

        “Ch-Chickie?”

        >She opens her mouth to display your cum to you, silently saying, “Watch,” Then she swallows it.

        >Holy shit she swallowed it.

        >Your sister's face goes from aroused to smug, “Surprised?”

        “A little.”

        >She sighs, “I guess some is better than none,” You pick yourself up from the ground, discovering that your suit was now creased.

        “Oh for fuck's sake.”

        >Chickie kisses your cheek, “I'm headin' home big bro,” She says, her voice low and promising future fun, “Don't keep me waiting.”

        >You immediately went to talk to your secretary, telling her you were taking a vacation until the holiday season was over.

 

        >Trains.

        >You hated trains.

        >Back then it was a simpler time, and unfortunately so were the bad-guys. You remembered this stallion in a tophat and cloak tie some poor mare to the train-tracks, supposedly to get to some random hero. Unfortunately that hero never came, and that mare's head landed in your lap.

        >That detective didn't let you keep the head, which left you rather upset, you named it and everything. Thankfully your sister was there to cheer you up with shameless buttplay.

        “Okay jackass, stop thinking about it. You left home for a reason.”

        >Yet you still thought about it. You try to take your mind off of your sister by checking out other mares. That made it a little worse actually, especially that white one with the fabulous mane. You then try to check out stallions. It went better than the mares, but then you found yourself imagining them as mares.

        “For Celestia's sake.”

        >There were two options; jump out the window and hope for the best, or go to the restroom and try to indulge so you don't get a boner in public.

        >”I didn't think you'd be so quick to come home,” You find yourself scowling.

        “You.”

        >Chickadee sighs, “Yes me,” She sets aside her mug of cider, “Nice to see you again bro,” You growl in response.

        “The feeling isn't mutual.”

        >”I suppose the right word for you would be “hot” right?” She can't help but smirk.

        “I hate you.”

        >She laughs, “So I've heard,” You pause, you're both in a train. How the hell is she here and not insane?

        “Chickie how are you-”

        >Chickadee stuffs your mouth with her hoof, “Shhh,” She presents the mug again, “I'm drunk,” You nod in understanding. It all made sense now. Her hoof drifts from your mouth, down your belly and-

        “No.”

        >”Why not?” She whines, “I wanna play!”

        “Chickie, you're drunk. I don't do drunk girls.”

        >You stare off into space.

        “Not since the incident.”

        >Chickadee is not deterred. She leans against you, rubbing your torso with her hoof and giving you the bedroom eyes, “C'mon,” She says with hot, cider-laden breath, “It doesn't have to take long. I promise to be quick,” You scoff.

        “You're never quick. The last time you were “quick” you took an hour.”

        >She pouts, “I was just a filly then, it couldn't back then,” She kisses your cheek, “But I can now.”

        “Wait you never could?”

        >She laughs, “Nope,” You stare off into space again, no longer giving a shit about the fact she was creasing your suit. All those years, she lied about her orgasms. You wonder how you should respond, should you be angry, sad, confused? Let's go with confused. You look back to the mare who continues to give you the “let's fuck” eyes. You sighed audibly.

        “Where would we go?”

        >”Well there's this closet we could do it in,” You stare blankly.

        “Damn your standards have dropped.”

        >Chickie scoffs, “I'm drunk, hello?”

        “Right.”

        >You slowly look around. You'd caught a lot of people's attention. You look to a random stallion, “Just do it,” He says, “You'll regret it later if you don't,” That seemed wise, so with a sigh you let Chickadee lead you to this closet. This incredibly cramped, stuffy, somewhat dusty, closet. You're both forced to stand on only your hind legs, such lunacy.

        “This dust is hell on my suit.”

        >Chickadee shuts you up with a kiss, “I'm sick of seein' you wear that suit. I want it off, now,” You instantly comply, you're not letting her ruin it any further. Your sister removes her shirt and firmly presses her bare body against yours, you can feel your cock rub against her moist lips, “Much better,” She purrs.

        “Chick-”

        >Your voice hitches as you feel her squeeze your erection between her thighs, “What was that?” She asks.

        “Y-”

        >You feel her buck her hips against yours, her thighs still clenched tightly around your dick.

        “Damn you.”

        >She kisses you again, this time you return it earnestly. As dispassionate as you were in the vocal department, you made up for it with action. She gasped when you wrapped your forelimbs around her back and started bucking with gusto. Your sister croons or whimpers every few seconds, trying to move against you. She pulls her lips away from yours, “Big bro~” She moans.

        “Chickie.”

        >The way you said it made it sound like you weren't even in the middle of foreplay, you called it a gift because if you knew you were going to get caught you could save face, she called it a curse because she couldn't tell if what she was doing was good.

        >Much to your disappointment Chickie releases your dick and turns around, placing her hooves against the wall for support, “I want it,” She pants, “I want it so bad,” You press your tip against her entrance, prodding her teasingly. You do this for several seconds before your sister tried to force you in herself, your fore-hooves snap to her back, keeping more than just your tip from going in.

        “Not yet Chickie.”

        >The angry look on her face made it so worth it, “You're such an asshole,” The statement made you raise a brow.

        “We can do that if you want, but you'll have to take it dry.”

        >She cringed at the idea, “Nononono,” She pauses to recollect herself, “I-I'll be good bubby, so please fill me up,” You remembered that, bubby, she used to call you that when she was a filly.

        “You called me bubby.”

        >Her breath hitches, “Sorry,” You respond by resting your head in the crook of her neck.

        “I like it when you call me bubby”

        >As a reward you decide to comply with your sister's wishes, pushing yourself further inside of her. Chickie's panting increases sharply, “Bubby, bubby, bubby,” She chants softly, the words nearly drowned out by her breaths. It was surreal, way back when she was too small to hilt yourself in her, but now it was a simple task. Already Chickie's impatient with your apparently slow pace, she grinds against you, trying to make you move, “Please move,” She begged.

        >Then the closet door opened, revealing a donkey of all things. Considering the uniform he had to have been a janitor. You both stare at him like a deer caught in headlights, and he stares at you with little shock, nor interest, “Always the damn closet huh? Why can't you ponies use the restrooms or something?” With a shake of his head and a sigh he places a towel or two on the floor between your hooves, “Don't make a mess okay?”

        >You stare blankly as the door closes, “That's the first time we got caught,” Chickadee says.

        “Better than you telling mom.”

        >She sighs, “I'm sorry alright? How many times do I need to say that?” You buck her sharply, making her yelp in surprise.

        “Until I think you actually are.”

        >Her panting picks back up again when you set a very hard, very rough pace, “S-sorry!” She cries out.

        “You don't sound sorry!”

        >Her mouth hangs open as she utterly fails to contain her moans, “I'm sorry bubby!” Unconvinced, you smack her rear, which for some reason lost to you makes her squeal.

        “Then look like it!”

        >But she can't, all she can do is wear the face of ecstasy as you continue to fuck her as hard as you can. This completely and brutally beat getting drunk and playing darts alone, too bad the cost was visiting your parents. The pitch in Chickie's moans hits its natural peak, “Bubby~” She moans/whines, you exhale sharply against her neck.

        “What?”

        >”I-I'm close,” You find yourself getting irritated.

        “I'm not.”

        >”Don't stop for me, I never want you to stop!” A simple request, if nigh unattainable. Your sister suddenly cries out, and you feel her suddenly clench down on you, shaving off several minutes of sexytime, but still you persist well past her orgasm.

        “Who's the quick shot now?”

        >”I-I am,” She whimpers as her grip on the wall begins to slip, you wrap your forelimbs around her abdomen, supporting her yourself.

        ”We'll work on it.”

        >Finally you feel yourself reaching your limit. Putting all of your strength into these last movements, you lose all coordination entirely, and Chickie lets out a loud squeal as you finally blow your load inside her. You clung to her tightly as you filled her up with all you could, and Chickie whimpers as you finally pull out of her, your seed dripping onto the towels on the floor. Your sister pants for a bit before she finally speaks up, “I can't wait to take a bath.”

        “Now that you mention it I'd fancy a shower myself.”

        >She looks at you, giving you the eyes again, “A bath,” She repeats. Oh.

        “Should we hide in here until then?”

        >”Let's get dressed and get back to our seats,” Your sister responds, “I'd like to drink a bit more than take a nap.”

 

        >It was so surreal, visiting the farm again. So much crap you spent your outside life loathing and denying, but in reality was nestled in the soft and squishy parts of your stone heart. You spotted the old treehouse that played host to the vibrator incident, you saw the remains of the barn that Chickie tied you to a chair in and had her way with you, then there was the river you avoided like the plague after you saw mom and dad rutting in it.

        >Shit the more you thought about it the more you realized they fucked you up.

        “I feel weird.”

        >Chickadee gives you a worried look, “Stop lookin' at the river, honey,” She says as she forces you to look at her, “Just keep your eyes on me okay?” You found your face gravitating back to the river anyway.

        “Chickie this is really fucking hard, can we go inside or something?”

        >She nods reassuringly as she takes your hoof and starts leading you to the ancient two-story you grew up in. Same tacky paint-job, still faded, same half-finished primer on one side. Your sister carefully opens the front door and leads you in, and once you can't hear the river anymore your funny feeling fades away, “Feelin' better now?” She asks, “Sorry I forgot about the whole river thing.”

        “That's okay.”

        >You started scanning your old home. Everything looked the same, and to be frank it worried you a little. You knew your folks were lazy, but this was a tad nuts, you could even see your old toys scattered across the floor as if you just left them there recently. Chickie smiles sadly, “They never picked up after you left,” She said, “Your old room's still gathering dust. Nobody but me has been in there.”

        “Why were you in there?”

        >”To make sure your stuff doesn't get so dirty I just throw it out,” Your sister glances to the toys, “As for those... well they'd just throw them where they thought you left them every time I tried to clean up. They weren't ready for you to leave,” You sigh.

        “Not my problem.”

        >Chickie scowls, “You're so heartless,” She says, “I know they weren't the best parents, but what you did was cruel. Just leaving them hangin' without even sayin' goodbye.”

        “It's done Chickie! I don't need you preaching to me, I can see your point just fine.”

        >She still looks hurt, but complies. You wander upstairs, still no sign of the folks. You wound up stopping by the bathroom you lost your virginity in.

        “I remember this place rather clearly.”

        >”I'll bet,” Chickadee says, “You know you put it in the wrong hole.”

        “I was being considerate Chickie. You just turned thirteen, and I didn't think we would be like this.”

        >You feel her lips press against your cheek, “Well what do you think now?” You hesitate before responding.

        “I wonder how it would be if I didn't do anything that night, I wonder if you would be better off.”

        >”I don't,” Your sister responds, you raise a brow in response, “L-listen,” She began, “I know I'm your sister, that this is pretty wrong when you get right down to it... but I don't care. I love you more than a brother, you're...  y-you're special to me.”

        “Chickie-”

        >“And I'll stare down that cruel desert emperor from the east, I'll tell him I love my big brother like a lover, that there's no way in hell I'm gonna change because others think it's wrong,” She wrapped her forelimbs around you, “I don't want to love anyone else like I do you,” You hear her sniffle, “If it's a crime to love my bubby then I want to be a criminal.”

        >Stunned, yeah that was a good word for what you were feeling right now. You knew she loved you, but-

        >”I'm smart enough to know our foals would probably be a little messed, but that's not important to me. If we have to have a foal or two we could adopt or-” You silence her with a hoof before she keeps rambling.

        “Follow me Chickie.”

        >You lead her into the bathroom, slowly undress her and her you, then you draw a bath. You get in first, and your sister follows suit, laying on top of you with a sigh as both of your bodies are enveloped in hot water. Chickadee passively coats you with kisses, “I'll do whatever you want bubby, whatever makes you happy,” The two of you share a gentle kiss before you sink more into the water. Gently you push her rear, getting the hint your sister stands up and moves to sit on your torso, your head resting between her thighs, “Is this good?” She asks.

        “Close enough.”

        >Without wasting another moment your tongue peeks from between your lips and takes its first taste of her glistening sex. She shivers terribly in response, you give Chickie another lap for good measure and this time her breath merely hitches. You peek up, getting a good look at your little sister's flushed face and lidded eyes, “Don't stop,” She whines. You eagerly comply, licking the sweet flesh of her pussy like a bear with a handful of honey. Chickie's legs tighten around your head, and she rolls her hips against your muzzle. You kiss her moist lips before you force your tongue inside.

        >She gasps loudly in response, her legs tightening around your head even more. You start rhythmically probing her insides, twisting and bending your tongue so you could please every part of her. She squeals when you manage to track down her clit, roughly licking it as you start to suckle from her, drinking every last drop of her arousal you can find.

        >”Bubby,” She moans, “I-if you keep doing that I'll cum without you,” That makes you reluctantly pull away, your muzzle was coated with her juices and your own saliva.

        “Get up and turn around.”

        >Chickadee is eager to comply, climbing off of you she turns around and raises her rump just enough above the steaming waters to present herself to you. Giving her slit one last look you mount her with an eagerness that catches both of you by surprise, “Are you that excited?” Chickie asks, giving you a sultry look. You don't give her the satisfaction of a response, instead you force yourself in without warning. Your sister gasps in pleasure as you invade her, immediately setting a rough pace like before.

        >She chants your pet-name in tandem with each thrust, totally surrendering to you mercy. You on the other hand remained silent as always, as tempting as it was to turn the solo into a chorus. You rest your body against Chickie's back as you continue to pound her, the tub-water splashing about. When she processes the feeling of your torso against her back she turns to you with a look of pure want, “Kiss me,” You comply with her simple wish, forcing her lips apart with your tongue and letting her taste the residual juices still resting in your mouth. Chickadee moans in encouragement, pushing her body against your momentum, attempting to deepen the movements.

        >After a minute or two she pulls away, gasping for breath, “I... I want to be on top,” You raise a brow.

        “Is that a fact?”

        >Her blush deepens, “You've-” She gasps as you give her a particularly hard thrust, “You've been doin' all the work, I wanna make you feel good now,” She sounded like a filly asking for candy or a toy, and you couldn't help but indulge her. With a sigh you pull out and get on your back, noticing that most of the bathwater has evacuated the tub and made a mess of the bathroom.

        “I'll need to clean up-”

        >Chickie shuts you up with a kiss, “Will you stop thinking about your damn cleaning and focus on the fact that you're fuckin' your little sister?,” You shrug in compliance as she climbs on top of you, “I'm glad the water got everywhere, now I can see it go in,” She cranes her head so she can get a good look, “Here we go bubby, just relax and let little Chickie do all the work,” Her breath hitches, and you find yourself groaning involuntarily for the first time in decades.

        “Ch-Chickie-”

        >Your sister croons audibly as your cock slips further into her ass, “This was- mmm, was your first hole... bubby,” She pants out, “I'm sure it'd love some attention.”

        “You cried when-”

        >”It hurt,” She cut you off, “But that's a small price to pay for pleasing my big- aaahn~” She lets out a hot breath as she finally hilts you, “It feels so much b-bigger in here,” Your sister says, “So hot,” She starts grinding against you, which makes you buck your hips against her in spite of being sheathed.

        “Dammit Chickie.”

        >Your frustration earns a laugh, “Okay bubby, here I go,” Slowly she lifts off of you, shivering the whole way up. You shift uncomfortably as your hips start to get antsy again, then just shy of your tip your sister comes back down, hard. She squeals loudly in discomfort and pleasure, also getting another audible groan out of you. Then she lifts back up, not as agonizingly slow this time, then comes back down like before, now you simply exhale sharply as her asshole swallows you up again.

        “Chickie!”

        >You loudly growl out her name through clenched teeth as your little sister finally sets a pace, “B-bubby,” She whimpers in retort, “Bubby, bubby, bubby,” She starts chanting your name again, the pitch of her voice hitting a crescendo as her hind-legs start to tremble. You could feel yourself finally reaching your end as your start to join in your sister's movements, “I'm doing the work!” Chickie reprimands you, showing a moment of clarity.

        “Chickie I c-can't do this much longer!”

        >Your sister instantly leans forward, wrapping her forelimbs around your neck, “Inside! Come inside!” After a few more erratic thrusts you push past your limit, and your seed spills out, filling Chickie's ass to the brim. In response Chickadee moans loudly as she cums shortly afterwards, unceremoniously collapsing on top of you, the sudden shift causing your dick to pop out of her ass. You kiss your little sister.

        “I hate you Chickie.”

        >She looks up at you with an amused look, “I love you too bubby,” You share one last passionate kiss before-

        >The bathroom door swings open, revealing a mare in a sundress, “I knew you two wouldn't waste time getting reacquainted!” You pull away from a shocked Chickie to retort.

        “Dammit mom can I not fuck my little sister without you showing up?!”

 

        >So it was written.