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He Can't See You (Dashsis bad end)

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>You could never understand him. He didn't think of spectacle as something worth seeing, he didn't like hearing cheering crowds, hell he didn't like anything you liked. The two of you were like water and oil, so different, so incompatible. So why did you keep trying? Your little brother did not see the world like most ponies did, he could not imagine himself following in your footsteps. He was calm, deliberate, a talker, a thinker. He wasn't a unicorn, but he was a smart little guy, but he wasn't really a dweeb either. He was good about hiding his interests, except for one.
"Hey champ, how's it going?"
>"Dashie? Where are you?" You make your way over to the little colt whose forelimbs are gently feeling about in the air and plop down in front of him.
"I'm right here."
>You lead his hooves to your chest, and slowly they make their way up your neck before settling on your face and finally they start gently caressing you. Your brother's face softens after a long moment of this, "Hey Dashie."
"Alright champ... you can stop checking if it's me now."
>Your little brother's hooves instantly snap to his lap, "S-sorry Dashie," No matter how hard he tried to hide it, he loved seeing you.
"So how's my little bro?"
>"Okay I guess. I liked the present, I didn't think they had a book on basic alchemy in braille... did it cost a lot?” You wave it off casually, dad paid for it... not that he'd know that.
“No price is too much for my little brother.”
>He blushes and tries to hide his smile, “Thanks Dash,” With a laugh you pull him into a hug with one limb.
“Don't mention it champ.”
>The two of you sit for several minutes in total silence, the only sounds being the ticking clock of your home. You didn't talk much, your brother was usually too shy to start a conversation, and you didn't know what to talk to him about.
>“I wish I could've seen your graduation flight, sis. I bet you're the best flier since Spitfire herself,” He snuggles closer to you, and you feel your grip tighten. He'd never get to see you in action, all he'd hear is stories, unable to imagine it because he was born in visual purgatory. He wasn't even allowed to fly on his own merits because he had no sense of where he was going, unable to feel around on the ground. All he would do is panic and beg for somebody to help him.
“It was.”
>You had promised that you'd live on the edge for him, experience enough thrills to satisfy two ponies for a lifetime, “Hey Dash?”
“Yeah champ?”
>He shuffles nervously, “When you move out, can you still come and visit me? I mean, I won't blame you if you don't. You'll probably be really busy-” You immediately pull him into a full-on hug.
“Don't worry about that stuff, I'll make sure to visit as often as I can.”
>You could never hold that promise, but your brother didn't seem too upset about it.
>Then before he was even old enough to live on his own, he was kicked out. Dad always had trouble dealing with him, and thought he'd be better off somewhere else. You gladly took him in, telling him stories of your adventures and the like for hours on end. However there was still that nagging feeling that he had no idea what you were talking about, even when you did your best to describe it. He'd furrow his brow constantly, and ask questions whenever his confusion became too much.
>You wished there was something you could show him that he knew about. He knew potions, provided you handed him the right ingredients when he asked for them. There was this one time when he was trying to brew a potion that reduced the itching that came with molting, however you gave him mandrake root instead of mandrake peels and it blew up in his face. Turned his coat green for three weeks, not that it bothered him.
>”I wish I could go on adventures like that,” You laugh in response.
“Well maybe I'll take you next time we have a dragon problem.”
>He immediately and vigorously shakes his head, “N-no way am I doing that!”
“What's the matter? Chicken?”
>”Yes!” You punch his shoulder playfully. He tries to punch back, thankfully you shift so he doesn't miss.
“Didn't anyone tell you it's bad to hit fillies?”
>He scoffs, “You're no filly, you're my sister!” He hits you one more time.
“Alright you little snot! You just ordered a grade-a whooping!”
>That night, you played like you were foals again.
>”Hey Dash?” You sigh tiredly.
“Yeah champ?”
>”You think they'll ever make a spell to fix my eyes?” You knew this question, and your answer was immediate.
“I don't know.”
>A long silence, just like always, “Hey Dash?”
“Yeah?”
>”Can I see you again?” You laughed as you sat up.
“You always want to see me.”
>He blushes in retort, but does nothing to hide it, unaware it is even there to begin with, “T-that's because I think...” He trails off.
“What was that?”
>He grumbles, “I think you're... really pretty,” You started laughing.
“If you keep blushing like that I'll start to think you're in love with me or something!”
>He immediately tries to hide his face, “I am not!” You pull him into a tight hug, trying to force his hooves away. He's stubborn though, in spite of being a spindly little colt.
“Come on! I want to see that cute little blush of yours!”
>”Never!” The both of you roll off the couch and start wrestling on the floor. After a quick tussle you manage to pin him beneath you.
“Gotcha!”
>With a bit more struggling you finally force his hooves away, and get to behold his red face, “Okay you got to see it now get off me!” You hum mischievously.
“I don't know, that face is too cute to leave as-is.”
>”Wh-what do you-” He shuts up when you blow on his face, “Oh no, you're not-!” You kiss his cheek before he finishes, “Ugh!” He starts struggling as his face reaches a shade of red thought impossible, “G-get off me Dash!”
“No way, you know you love it!”
>You continue to shower your little brother in kisses, which is clearly freaking him out. He continues to struggle against you valiantly, but you're far too strong for him, “D-dash?” He pants, “I-I feel funny,” Confused, you pull away.
“What are you talk-”
>Then you feel the “funny” he was talking about.
“P-please tell me that's your-”
>He shakes his head furiously, “I-I'm sorry Dash,” Nervously you climb off of him, and spot his positively adorable erection.
“That's okay champ, it happens.”
>In spite of your words your little brother looks positively humiliated. Poor guy, he's so young and his big sis just gave him an erection. It's bad enough he gets shit for being blind, now he's gonna get shit for this.
“I won't say anything if you don't.”
>He gulps audibly as you help him up, “Promise?” You hug him whilst giving his waist a wide berth.
“Promise.”
>The two of you sat in uncomfortable silence for roughly an hour. Your brother would sometimes get up to get a drink, but beyond that his erection wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. He was still red from the embarrassment. You wondered if he knew how to deal with it himself, then again he probably didn't want to since it was started by you.
>You wanted to check if his little problem was still there, but that would most likely make things worse for your younger sibling.
“Do you want me to go?”
>A long silence, “No...” He mumbles.
“Do you want to talk about it? I mean... I'm no guy, but it might help to at least talk.”
>Your brother's brow furrows as he mulls it over, “Why with you?”
“I don't know. Sometimes the touch alone is enough, even if it's someone you'd rather keep your dick out of.”
>His flushed face turns a deeper shade, “D-Dash! Don't say it like that!” You roll your eyes.
“Hey I'm just telling like it is. It's not something you can just sugarcoat.”
>He hangs his head, “H-hey Dash? Is there a way... to like...”
“What's on your mind?”
>Your brother stays silent for quite some time, fumbling for the words, “Is there a way to make it go away?” You tell him he could just wait, but he wasn't satisfied with that, “Is there a way to do it quicker?” You flush.
“W-well yeah, but that's something you should ask another stallion or something.”
>He turns his head so he can at least look like he's talking to you, “Do you know how?” You nod your head. After a long silence your brother speaks back up, “I-if you don't know I can ask someone else.”
“I do know how... kind of.”
>He cocks his head, “Kind of?” He parrots. You'd had a fling or two, you knew how to please a stallion, but this was your little brother, and he won't forget something like this. However if you show him how it might keep him from stressing out so much next time.
“I-I'm going to have to do it to you to show you how, is that okay?”
>Hesitantly he nods, “Okay,” He says weakly and without much confidence. You shift on the couch so you're facing him.
“Can you... sit on my lap?”
>Hesitantly he complies, crawling onto you while still keeping his thighs together in a tight vice. Gently you try to part his legs, but your little brother remains quite stubborn, “I-I don't want you to see it,” He says shakily.
“I'm not trying to force you or anything, but if you want me to make it go away you're going to have to relax.”
>He nods with a hint of humiliation as he spreads his legs, revealing his painfully throbbing shaft to you, something that makes your spine tingle. As your hoof starts shakily gliding over your brother speaks up, “W-what are you going to do?” You pause.
“I'm going to use my hoof on it, pay attention to everything I do okay?”
>With a delayed nod from him you start by giving your brother's shaft a gentle caress. He lets out a soft gasp and shudders at the contact, “D-Dash?” You shush him and start working him over, making sure to be slow so he can absorb the action.
“Does it feel good?”
>He shifts in your lap uncomfortably, “It feels funny.”
“That's okay. Tell me if you want me to stop, alright?”
>With another shaky nod and a shuddering breath you continue to gently stroke him. This goes on for several minutes, and in that time he does not tell you to stop, “It's not going away,” He nearly moans out.
“I needed to show you what to do. If you want it to go away, we're going to need to do it faster. Are you ready?”
>”Y-yeah...” He shudders when you start picking up the pace of your stroking, starting to let out cute little gasps and shift in your lap. You feel his forelimbs wrap around your leg, but not stopping it, “D-Dash~” He moans, his hips bucking upward every time you stroke down. His instincts were kicking in, making his body move naturally to the pleasure. It's making you a little hot yourself to be honest, the little colt in your lap squirming and making the most adorable sounds of pleasure you'd ever heard. You feel your thighs clenching together, your belly growing hot as you continued.
“Do you know how to do it yourself now?”
>Your little brother nods his head furiously in response.
“Do you want to finish by yourself?”
>”N-no,” He whimpers out. With a silent nod you redouble your efforts, your thoughts growing hazier and hazier as you continued, “D-Dash! S-something's-!” He immediately starts shooting out copious strings of semen, coating your arm as well as his chest with his spunk. It doesn't bother you though, as you continue stroking him, wringing out every last drop so you can finally end this madness.
>Although the sight of him cumming all over himself was something that was not easily forgotten, and you'd already stored it away for a session alone. You return to reality when you hear a voice emerge from the panting, “I-I'm sorry Dash, I didn't know-” You shush him once again.
“It's normal champ, don't worry about it.”
>”But I made a mess-” You silence him with a clean hoof.
“Go take a bath, I'll take care of this.”
>He tries to protest but you make sure to scoot him off to the bathroom. After another unwanted apology he closes the door behind him, leaving you to return to the minuscule amount of semen that made it to the floor as well as your leg...
>You lift your limb for a closer inspection, the consistency of the stuff was about what you expected from a first-timer, although you found yourself wondering-
“Whoa there, this is my little brother we're talking about!”
>Your eyes return to the liquid spunk that was beginning to mat your fur, it'd been a while since-
“No!”
>You stamp the ground with your dirty hoof and shake your head violently, but you lift your limb yet again to behold the mess.
“I-I suppose it wouldn't hurt...”
>Hesitantly you lean in and stick out your tongue, collecting some of the bitter substance that coated your leg. After letting your taste-buds commit the taste to memory you decide to try to swallow it. It went down without much fuss, although swallowing the stuff kick-started an addiction. You start lapping up the stuff, not caring about whose it was, you just wanted more. Between licks you manage a quick sentence.
“N-not bad champ.”
>It doesn't take long for you to clean up your leg, although now your attention is drawn to the floor, “Go on,” You hear your brother say in spirit, “Lick up my cum from the floor you slut,” Not wanting to disappoint you drop down and comply with the wishes of the colt that never even gave you an order, that didn't even know what you were doing, nor would he want it if he knew.
>But there's something in the back of your head that keeps pushing you, dominating you, forcing you to clean up your little brother's mess. It doesn't take long for you to polish of the floors either, but still your belly aches for more. You eye the bathroom door, and a thought immediately comes to mind.
“I shouldn't.”
>He's not even a room over, he'll do whatever you say.
“I can't.”
>But he can.
>You shake your head violently once more, managing to dismiss the thoughts this time.
“Calm down Dash, you'll get through this.”
>With a sigh you collapse on your couch. Things were going to get a lot more awkward when he got out of the tub, of that you were certain.
>”H-hey Dash?” You hear your brother call out from the bathroom. With a groan you roll off the couch unceremoniously and trot over to the bathroom door.
“What is it?”
>A long silence, “When I get out, can I ask you something?” You take your time with your response. This would probably have to do with the hoofjob, you shudder as you imagine giving him another one, letting him cum all-over himself again... or maybe he wants to do more than that.
“You're not going to ask me to do it again right?”
>“NO!” His indignant response draws out an amused huff from you, yeah, it was on his mind alright.
“Okay, I'll be waiting in my room okay?”
>A pause, “O-okay,” As you trot down the hall you can't stop thinking about what was happening between you two, this was not good, not good at all.
>It didn't take long for you to hear your brother start fumbling down the hall, bumping into things like he always did when left to his own devices. It didn't bother him, it's all he's ever done, fumble in the dark. So used to it, unable to let the shadows sway him, in a way his exposure the darkness only cemented a kind of courage that few could know.
“Alright that is just silly.”
>Nonetheless, you commended him. Then again, he didn't know what seeing was like. You dismiss your thoughts when your door creeks open, “Dash?” He asks, humble and feeling about the ground to get his bearings, “Am I in the right room this time?”
“You got the right place.”
>Your little brother sighs, “Oh good, I hate getting lost,” He continues to fumble about, bumping into furniture until he runs headlong into the foot of your bed, with a very quiet “ow” he calls for you, “Hey Dash?”
“Yeah champ?”
>His face flushes, “C-can you help me up? I don't like flying,” With a laugh you grip him by the nape of his neck and drag him up onto your bed.
“So what did you want to talk about?”
>His already cherry cheeks reach a more vibrant shade, “H-how did you know... like... how do you know about-” He jumps when you place a hoof on his shoulder.
“Sometimes stallions will ask mares to do stuff like that, because it feels better when someone else is doing it.”
>Your little brother shifts uncomfortably, “H-have you been with other stallions?” You sigh.
“I've had my fair share of flings, but they didn't go very far.”
>”Oh...” He responds softly, “S-sorry for bringing it up-”
“It's fine, that water went under the bridge a long time ago.”
>The typical long silence follows. With him living with you now, it wasn't as awkward as it was when you would visit him. Sometimes he'd like to just enjoy your company, not bothering with unneeded chatter, inevitably though he speaks up once again, “Hey Dash?”
“Yeah?”
>”Do you ever feel... lonely?” He asks you nervously, “Without anyone special?” You catch him by surprise when you yank him into a hug. It happened so fast he's squirming in your grip for the first few seconds, but over time he manages to relax.
“I don't need anyone special, I got you.”
>You can practically feel the heat radiating from your little brother's face, “R-really?” You nod your head in response.
“Yep.”
>A pause, “Really, really?” You can't stifle a quick giggle.
“Really, really.”
>Another bout of gentle silence, “Hey Dash?” You hum in acknowledgment, “So this kind of stuff is for someone you like?” He begins, “Like, usually it's only for someone-”
“Yeah, that's what it's supposed to be for.”
>His face goes into a shade of red you didn't think possible, you were starting to get worried, “D-do you like me?” Your cheeks immediately try to match his as your mind fumbles for a response. Your little brother feels for your shoulder so he can turn his face to you, “C-cuz i-if you do... I wouldn't mind... I mean I sorta... maybe... l-like you... a lot,” You were about to respond, fumble into a sentence that would lead to you turning him down, but still your little brother goes on, “B-but if you don't, and I just... made things really weird...” You spot his lip trembling as his head hangs, “I-I'm sorry for s-saying things like this, thinking things like that. You're my b-big sister and I shouldn't feel that way,” You couldn't do it, just break his little heart and reduce your relationship to awkward conversations and nervous stares.
>You... you suppose you could indulge him, at least until he found a mare he'd have actual feelings for. Yeah, that could work. You could show him the ropes, mold him into a real heartbreaker himself.
>When you see a single scared and humiliated tear roll off his cheek, you see the straw that finally breaks the camel's back. You pull his face closer to yours, “A-are you mad?”
“Sh-shut up you big dork.”
>Then you lean down and kiss him, full-on, lips and all. He lets out a cute little yelp at the contact, as well as a very distinct shiver. First mare to make him cum, now his first kiss, you were on a roll tonight. Unfortunately, as soon as you pull away, he starts back up, “D-Dash?” He asks, voice trembling, “D-does that mean-” You kiss him again, teasing his lips with a tentative lick.
“Stop. Talking.”
>But he just can't, “Can't you just say yes or no? I mean... it's not like-” He lets out the most adorable gasp when you reach for his shaft.
“What part of stop talking don't you get?”
>This time there's no response, only squirms and shaky breaths as you start stroking him again.
“D-do you really love me?”
>A furious nod, and you withdraw your hoof, “Dash?” He asks with hot breath.
“I love you champ, really. Maybe not the same way you do, but I love you all the same. One day though, you'll find someone you can actually be with and you'll forget all about me.”
>You see him hang his head, “O-okay...” You force his head back up, giving him another soft kiss.
“But... I'll be there for you, i-if one day you need someone to help you-”
>You give his erect shaft a caress.
“-my door will always be open.”
>Your little brother's cock twitches at that, “H-hey Dash?” He squirms a little as you start stroking him.
“Yeah champ?”
>The delivery was positively sultry, a tone few ponies in the world had heard from you. Only a handful were blessed with hearing it, and now your little brother was one of them, needless to say he was stunned, “U-um... can we... like- uh, do more?”
“What do you want more of?”
>His blush reaches critical mass, and blood starts leaking out his nose, “Stallion a-and mare stuff?” You laugh as you wipe the blood away.
“Well... alright. We can't do it normally, since we're related and all.”
>He looks shockingly disappointed. You hum as you pretend to think of something you can do, although you already have plenty of stuff in mind.
“But I think there's still a couple of things we can do, if you're willing to get a little... dirty.”
>Predictably the little colt gulps audibly, “K-kay,” You mull over your options, he was a quick shot, he didn't really have the stamina for much. You kiss him and start stroking again, your little brother lets out a stifled moan in response. You try licking his lips again, pushing against them to silently tell him to open up. After a few prods he finally complies, you immediately go for his tongue trying to pull it into your mouth. You wrap your forelimb around his neck, keeping him from pulling away to ask what he should do. Over time your little brother starts to improvise, struggling to read your cues. His tongue eventually slithers into your mouth, twisting and turning, swapping spit, all that good stuff.
>You fail to suppress a laugh of triumph when the little colt wraps his forelimbs around your waist. Now he was getting it. Eventually, like all good things it ends. You pull away to let your brother recollect himself, leaving him panting like a mutt, a trail of saliva anchoring your lips. You were starting to get really into this, part of you hopes he wants to do this more often, making out with a cute little colt was way hotter than making out with a stallion.
“You're not that bad of a kisser, champ.”
>”D-did I really do- hah~ o-okay?” He asks you, genuine concerin in his voice.
“You did alright for your first time wrestling tongues.”
>He'd smile bashfully if you weren't still stroking him. You'd only get a few minutes out of him at best, he'd get better over time, but right now you might as well skip ahead.
“Try and hold it as long as you can okay? You need to please your mare if you want her to do it again.”
>A furious nod is all you need. He was smaller than most, that was a given considering his age, but that lacking girth gave you a devious little plan. You scoot away, just far enough to make him crawl a little, then you roll onto your chest.
“Alright now, try to find me.”
>He looks confused, but tries his best to comply. He felt where you crawled of to, but decided to check the other ends of your bed just in case. Eventually he finds your hind legs, “O-okay I found you,” You laugh.
“Not what I meant.”
>His brow furrows in concentration as he tries to figure you out. Slowly he starts to feel his way up your body, caressing your legs, ticking your haunches. He tries crawling around you, so you give him a nudge in the right direction.
“Get on me.”
>Blood squirts out his nose, “Wh-what?”
“You gotta get on me if you want to do anything with me.”
>With a compliant nod he does just that, shimmying his way onto your lower back. Close, but no dice.
“Lower.”
>He scoots lower.
“Lower.”
>A pause, but he complies. You feel his body start pressing against your rump as you continue to push him.
“Keep going, champ.”
>You hear him gulp as he scoots lower down your body. You sigh as you finally feel his shaft resting snugly in the crevice of your butt.
“There we go~”
>There was a long pause as you let him try to process what's going on, he shifts a few times, unintentionally grinding your rear and sending a light shock up your spine. Then he starts groping your flank, caressing it, massaging it, really just playing with it; indulging foalish curiosity. You coo softly every time he does something to spread your cheeks.
“Do you like playing with it?”
>”Y-yeah...” He trailed off as he continued.
“There's a little something that I want you to do, champ.”
>The lack of a response spurs you on.
“Can you spread it?”
>Almost as if your little brother saw it coming, he doesn't pause before complying, he does it immediately, peeling your cheeks apart, making you shiver slightly as you feel the heat radiating from his member draw closer to your back door. This was becoming too much, the anticipation was close to killing you. You wanted his under-aged cock NOW.
“We're going to play a little game now, you just gotta poke me in the right spot with your thing.”
>You feel him shiver as the thought goes through his head, “H-how will I know?”
“I'll tell you when you're hot or cold.”
>”Okay...” He lifts himself into a better position to participate in this game of yours, “Hot's good right?”
“Yep.”
>Then he starts prodding you, shifting around based on your signals. You could see him get a little frustrated when he hovered right past where you wanted him to go.
“S-stop moving so much, you're really close now.”
>You can barely contain a giggle as his tip tickles your little hole. The little colt picks up on this, “D-did I find it?” You gasp when he accidentally bucks against you.
“Ah~! Y-you found it!”
>He laughs a little at the victory, but it quickly fades away as he processes everything, “A-am I... like... putting my thing in your butt?” You croon as you push against him in congratulations.
“That's right champ, you get to make love to the butt of an athlete. You should totally feel honored right now. It's hard enough getting a regular pony to do this, but when you get a butt like mine to boot? You might as well be in heaven.”
>He lets out a hot breath as he starts prodding you harder, “Dad said to let the mare... he said to let them help put it in.”
“Smart stallion.”
>”S-so, can you help me so I don't screw up?” You laugh as you reach for him.
“Oh you are so going to screw me.”
>The both of you start a chorus of hot breaths and eager moans as you guide him in. Every part of you was resisting him, trying to push the sudden invader back out. Back there, he might as well have been as big as they got. You were so tight back there, so inexperienced, and it felt so... weird. It hurt, it was incredibly arousing, it was uncomfortable, it was rough, so many mixed signals at once.
>”D-Dash?” Your little brother manages to squeak out between mad pants. He tries to keep pushing, your hoof keeping his shaft straight and true, but it's slow, it's agonizing. You want to get to the good part already, but you shot yourself in the hoof by maintaining some modicum of morality and denying him access to the vag.
“Wh- ooh~ wh-what is it?”
>He tries pushing with more force, but he doesn't make much headway, “I-I don't think it's- hah~ g-going in,” He had a point, but he was already halfway in, might as well keep going.
“T-too late to turn back, just a little more.”
>The process continues, your little brother struggling to keep from hurting you too much, and you struggling to remain stalwart in the face of painal. You sigh in satisfaction when you finally feel his hips press against your rear.
“About d-damn time!”
>”I tried my best!” Your little brother protests, taking your comment to heart. You find yourself sighing in annoyance, he was so sensitive sometimes.
“Trust me, I'm in no position to-”
>You immediately shut up when he shifts in discomfort, his shaft grinding your insides, “Dash it's so hot~” He moans, you take that as a precursor to a pounding, so you pull down a nearby throw-pillow, ready to sink your teeth into it if need-be. You pull it into the tightest hug you can muster with one hoof, while the other slides between your legs, starting to slowly rub your soaked lips. But sadly that pounding never comes, so you speak up.
“Y-you can go now, s-start moving I mean.”
>”D-dad said to wait a little longer, let her get used to it,” You groan in irritation.
“Just go!”
>Your order finally motivate the little colt to get to work. He was still slow about it though, your ass now seemed to be debating over whether to swallow him up or spit him out, so it simply tried to keep his cock in a vice. You need to relax if you're to have any hope of making this a more pleasurable experience. You try taking deep breaths, letting your body go limp, closing your eyes. Thankfully it all culminates into a victory, as you feel your little brother finally pick up the pace.
>You can hear him making those adorable little sounds again, whining, gasping, all of it in tandem with his thighs slapping against your butt, his cock finally able to move at a strong pace. Your hoof redoubles its speed, grinding against your moistened loins furiously as you feel your younger brother pound you as hard as he can. You're starting to think you don't need the pillow anymore, as your mouth is doing something else.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh~!”
>You were feeling good, in spite of the fact your asshole felt like it was on fire you felt so damn good. In fact, it felt so good you felt it necessary to shout this to the world.
“S-so good, it hurts but it feels so good!”
>Your brother grips your hind-legs tightly as he continues, lost in his euphoric heaven, “Dashie...” He gasps, “You feel so good, Dashie,” He starts going into this little thing again, and again, calling out to you, asking if you were okay. It was almost like he wasn't sure if you were there to begin with, like this was all a dream and he would wake up at any time. You try your best to answer, a simple yeah or various indecencies all he needed to hear from you, to know it wasn't just a dream.
>You assume he noticed you were clopping, because amidst the mad pounding, he still manages to speak, “Are... are you touching yourself Dash?” You nod furiously into your pillow.
“Yeah...”
>”C-can I do it? You said it feels better when...” Failing to suppress a smile you reach for one of his hooves and guide him between your legs. He has to lay against you to reach, bucking you and showing no signs of stopping. You take a moment to guide him into a movement that got you off the best, he catches on quick enough, fast learning's in the genes.
“Now make me cum! Make your big sister cum by bucking her ass!”
>Putting all of his shorthand sensual learning to the ultimate test, your little brother tries as best he can to please you. You can feel your ass growing sore from his mad thrusting, it was already clocked out, and you could feel your brother's movements becoming increasingly uncoordinated and sloppy. He was getting close, and it wouldn't be long before he'd leave you stewing in your own arousal while he bathes in the afterglow of satisfaction. Your grip on your pillow tightens as you plea to fate.
“P-please, just a little longer!”
>You wanted to cum with him, you wanted to share this with him. You wanted to make this as best as possible for him, so there was at least something he could remember fondly about this night in the future.
>By some miracle, likely one of mercy, you feel the heat in your loins intensify. It was coming, you were going to cum soon. But, how soon was he from breaking?
“H-hey champ?”
>You hear a strange sound emerge from your brother, taking it as an acknowledgment you continue.
“Please wait for me, I-I want to cum with you.
>You feel him nod furiously against your back as he continues to pound your ass. You could feel him holding it all in, he wanted to, bad, but he was holding it for you. You went into this expecting to come out of this with a dire need for a clopping session, but instead fate has decreed that it won't be necessary, “I-I love you Dashie!” He cries out suddenly, “I love you, I love you, I love you-” He continues like a broken record.
“I love you too champ! I love you so much!”
>Then everything happened at once. Your brother fails to hold on for another second, and he is forced to release every bit of cum that he'd been holding in for you. Your insides, your stomach, it all gets so uncomfortably hot as his semen fills you. Your brother neglects to stop, trying to get the most out of his shrinking erection. At the same time he fills you up and starts churning his hot spunk inside you, he draws out your own climax. You shudder and tremble terribly, you are forced to let go of any control of your body and wet the sheets of your bed, and hot semen seeps from your anus every time your brother withdraws for another buck of the hips.
>Your little brother quickly collapses on top of you and passes out, his cock still buried snugly inside you. You meanwhile are still clutching your pillow tightly, panting and whimpering as you feel his semen settle in your bowels.
“I really do love you champ... just not the way you want me to.”
>Eight years later...
>As much as you tried to push him, he had yet to find the mare of his dreams. He was too shy, and he loved you too much to leave your side. Hell, you tried to set him up on a date with Fluttershy, but they both made things so damn awkward they were too scared to even talk to each other. His devotion... if things were just a little different-
>”Hey sis?”
>You roll over to be greeted by your brother, his milky eyes giving no indication of where he was looking, his face contemplative as always, “I don't think I'll live to see you,” He mutters. You pull him into a tight hug.
“That's okay champ, you don't need to see to know I'm always next to you, ready to catch you if you fall.”
>He snuggles into your chest lovingly, “I love you Dash,” You feel your chest tighten as it often does when he says that. You weren't able to return it, you'd let him indulge, but you couldn't return the one thing he really wanted from you.
“I love you too champ.”
>Thankfully he couldn't see your tears.
>Once again you lay in silence, enjoying each-other's company. In spite of everything you felt about this, just sitting on the couch together was your favorite part of the day. No sex, no worrying, just silent peace. You knew he enjoyed it too, he'd prefer cuddling in silence more than anything else. He'd have been the perfect match for Flutters how did that not go right?
>The silence goes on for longer than usual. Most of the time your little brother would break the silence by now, but this time you're the one to break the ice.
“Hey champ?”
>”Yeah sis?”
“It's been a while since... well since we did it, a-and they say it's not good to hold it in-”
>He kisses you into silence, “Do you want to do it again?” He asks, “I mean I don't mind or anything, but I feel fine right now,” You return the gesture wholeheartedly.
“You told me your balls felt like they were going to pop last time.”
>You climb into his lap, wrapping your forelimbs around his neck, “But I feel fine,” You scoff.
“Some medicine you have to take before it gets bad.”
>”How do you want to do it this time?” You start grinding his lap in response, earning a pleased groan from him.
“Since I'm feeling generous today, I'll let you pick.”
>“A-alright then,” You feel his hooves glide over to your rear, still the only place you'd play. You'd have a dozen foals if you fucked the normal way. It was harder to get off there, but the feeling of his cum shooting inside made it all worth it.
>You coo softly as you feel his budding erection prod at your loins, so tempting, sweet Celestia it was so tempting, but you knew your place, as well as the consequences. Eventually he starts pushing on your chest, “Lay down please,” What a gentlecolt, always saying his pleases when he asked you for something. Sometimes you'd wish he would just throw you onto the couch and ravage you. You lay down on the couch, flick your tail to the side, and spread your ass for him, inviting him to do what he wished.
>He'd always start the same way, fumble for your rear and then lean down to start licking your little pucker. Neither of you could handle the humiliation of purchasing lube, even though Applejack offered a bottle of her favorite brand once after she spotted you limping and hit the mark of an anal session dead on. You were too flustered to give her an answer, that and you thought she knew about what you'd been doing with your shy little brother. You'd gasp every time he forced his tongue in, working you for his now stallion-sized shaft. He was so small back then you could take him dry, but now he was too big, now it hurt even more if you didn't at least try to prepare a little.
>Satisfied with how loose you are, your brother pulls away and settles into position, “Let me know if things go sour,” He tells you, once again broadcasting concern for you. You sigh, before whining and moaning as he invades you, setting your ass on fire yet again.
“Ooh yes~! Do whatever you want, you're always so good to my ass!”
>It would be a lie to say you didn't love rutting with your brother, it would be a lie to say you didn't enjoy talking dirty to him, but you'd be lying if you said you loved him like he loved you. You loved his body, you loved him like family, but you didn't love him more than that. You feel your eyes welling as you continue down this train of thought again.
Please forget about me...
>”Hey sis?”
“Yeah champ?”
>”You okay? You've been sounding down,” Your little brother states, head resting in your lap. You smile as you gently caress his face.
“It's nothing.”
>These last few months had been off. You hadn't had sex in a long while, you hadn't been talking, the both of you had been off doing your own thing. You'd been ignoring each other. It was what you wanted to avoid, in spite of your efforts for otherwise. No broken heart, no awkward, but you had simply grown apart. You're telling yourself you should be happy, that this was more of what you wanted.
>It was what you wanted.
>“Sis?”
It's what you wanted.
>”Sis you're-”
“I-it's what I wanted...”
>”Dash!” You're taken out of your thoughts with a start, your brother is wearing a look of concern, his hoof resting on your chest, “Dash, you're crying,” He states simply. You can spot the droplets of tears that landed on his face, you can feel your eyes burning as your eyes try to contain them.
“I'm okay.”
>”No you're not,” Your little brother responds, “You... you don't just cry out of the blue like that, did I do something?” It's what you haven't been doing.
“It's... I just realized we haven't really talked for a while now.”
>His face falls, “Yeah, it has been a while,” The lack of sex was the undertone, but you both avoided it.
“H-have you been talking to anyone?”
>His hoof falls to his chest, “Y-yeah...”
“Pinkie doesn't count.”
>He nods in understanding, “I know that,” He whines facetiously. The two of you share amused looks, “I ran into Fluttershy at the market a while ago...” You raise a brow.
“How long ago?”
>He gulps, “C-couple months,” You feel your heart leap before sinking into a pit. You're a big girl, Dash, don't show it.
“Have you been seeing her?”
>A shallow nod from your little brother, “Y-yeah. We have lunch together a lot,” Finally, you lean down and kiss his forehead.
“I'm glad.”
>He furrows his brow, “Really?” You nod out of habit, you knew he couldn't see.
“You need to forget about me eventually, find someone you can really be with.”
>”But sis-” You silence him with a hoof.
“No buts, I think we both knew this would end eventually. Hell, it ended a couple months ago.”
>A long, painful silence, “Dash-”
“So when do you see her again?”
>”I was going to have dinner with her... I was going to invite her over tomorrow,” You swallow a rather large lump. Knowing the both of them, it would probably be years before they work up the courage for consummating their relationship, but it was a sign of finality for you.
“Do you want me to step out?”
>He flushes, “I was hoping you could come with me tonight, she wanted to see you.
>It was over between you two. He finally moved on, found someone else to be with. Hopefully your time together wouldn't even be worthy of a footnote, easily forgotten. Sure it was wishful thinking, but it would be nice. You knew that for some reason, you did fall in love with him. After so many years with him, you'd developed Stockholm syndrome, fallen for your captive little brother.
>Every time you saw them together, you could barely keep yourself from breaking in front of everyone, into sadness or rage, or both.
“Champ?”
>He shuffles nervously, “Hey sis,” You almost too eagerly embrace him. He'd left your side a long time ago, he was engaged to your best friend now. Fluttershy was always talking about how thankful she was he couldn't see, showed her how much he genuinely loved her. You couldn't help but agree, you'd been the subject of those affections once. You invite him in and lead him to your couch, where the both of you take a seat.
“How's things?”
>”They've been good,” He says simply, just like he always did. Wasn't one to elaborate, drag it out. It was enough for most ponies.
“I got the invitation.”
>He doesn't say anything.
“So have you rut her yet?”
>He flushes red, “D-dash!” You laugh at his response, you knew his answer. His head sinks in embarrassment, “N-no...”
“You don't really care about that, do you?”
>”I care about surviving that demon she calls a rabbit,” He retorts with jarring seriousness.
“Yeah he's quite the fallen angel isn't he?”
>Your sibling scoffs, “I doubt he was that to begin with.”
“Has he stopped you?”
>”Three times,” He growls. You can't stifle the laugh his furious countenance draws from you.
“So you haven't done it properly yet?”
>”N-no,” He says shakily, “All I know is what I did with... you...” The shame in his voice makes your heart sink. It was becoming too much, you wanted him again, you wanted to just rip him out of Fluttershy's hooves like a toy.
>You felt sick.
“I can show you.”
>The surprised look on his face just punctuates how disgusted you feel with yourself.
“You can do me until you get it right.”
>”D-dash th-” You pin him with a kiss. He struggles, but he can't bring himself to do anything harsh because you're his sister.
>You sick little freak.
“Come on, I'll let you cum inside.”
>You giggle as his breath hitches. You start grinding in his lap again, gasping audibly as you recall the memories of when he was younger. He's totally compliant, he can't bring himself to fight back, he loves you too much to do anything but try to reason with you, “D-Dash please!” You shut him up with another kiss, you didn't want to hear him complain, you wanted to hear him groan.
>You manage to draw out his erect shaft, throbbing and ready for action.
“You keep telling me no, but your body says yes.”
>He stops fighting, you can see his milky eyes dim, “J-just do it.”
>You monster.

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	>You could never understand him. He didn't think of spectacle as something worth seeing, he didn't like hearing cheering crowds, hell he didn't like anything you liked. The two of you were like water and oil, so different, so incompatible. So why did you keep trying? Your little brother did not see the world like most ponies did, he could not imagine himself following in your footsteps. He was calm, deliberate, a talker, a thinker. He wasn't a unicorn, but he was a smart little guy, but he wasn't really a dweeb either. He was good about hiding his interests, except for one.
	"Hey champ, how's it going?"
	>"Dashie? Where are you?" You make your way over to the little colt whose forelimbs are gently feeling about in the air and plop down in front of him.
	"I'm right here."
	>You lead his hooves to your chest, and slowly they make their way up your neck before settling on your face and finally they start gently caressing you. Your brother's face softens after a long moment of this, "Hey Dashie."
	"Alright champ... you can stop checking if it's me now."
	>Your little brother's hooves instantly snap to his lap, "S-sorry Dashie," No matter how hard he tried to hide it, he loved seeing you.
	"So how's my little bro?"
	>"Okay I guess. I liked the present, I didn't think they had a book on basic alchemy in braille... did it cost a lot?” You wave it off casually, dad paid for it... not that he'd know that.
	“No price is too much for my little brother.”
	>He blushes and tries to hide his smile, “Thanks Dash,” With a laugh you pull him into a hug with one limb.
	“Don't mention it champ.”
	>The two of you sit for several minutes in total silence, the only sounds being the ticking clock of your home. You didn't talk much, your brother was usually too shy to start a conversation, and you didn't know what to talk to him about.
	>“I wish I could've seen your graduation flight, sis. I bet you're the best flier since Spitfire herself,” He snuggles closer to you, and you feel your grip tighten. He'd never get to see you in action, all he'd hear is stories, unable to imagine it because he was born in visual purgatory. He wasn't even allowed to fly on his own merits because he had no sense of where he was going, unable to feel around on the ground. All he would do is panic and beg for somebody to help him.
	“It was.”
	>You had promised that you'd live on the edge for him, experience enough thrills to satisfy two ponies for a lifetime, “Hey Dash?”
	“Yeah champ?”
	>He shuffles nervously, “When you move out, can you still come and visit me? I mean, I won't blame you if you don't. You'll probably be really busy-” You immediately pull him into a full-on hug.
	“Don't worry about that stuff, I'll make sure to visit as often as I can.”
	>You could never hold that promise, but your brother didn't seem too upset about it.
	
	>Then before he was even old enough to live on his own, he was kicked out. Dad always had trouble dealing with him, and thought he'd be better off somewhere else. You gladly took him in, telling him stories of your adventures and the like for hours on end. However there was still that nagging feeling that he had no idea what you were talking about, even when you did your best to describe it. He'd furrow his brow constantly, and ask questions whenever his confusion became too much.
	>You wished there was something you could show him that he knew about. He knew potions, provided you handed him the right ingredients when he asked for them. There was this one time when he was trying to brew a potion that reduced the itching that came with molting, however you gave him mandrake root instead of mandrake peels and it blew up in his face. Turned his coat green for three weeks, not that it bothered him.
	>”I wish I could go on adventures like that,” You laugh in response.
	“Well maybe I'll take you next time we have a dragon problem.”
	>He immediately and vigorously shakes his head, “N-no way am I doing that!”
	“What's the matter? Chicken?”
	>”Yes!” You punch his shoulder playfully. He tries to punch back, thankfully you shift so he doesn't miss.
	“Didn't anyone tell you it's bad to hit fillies?”
	>He scoffs, “You're no filly, you're my sister!” He hits you one more time.
	“Alright you little snot! You just ordered a grade-a whooping!”
	>That night, you played like you were foals again.

	>”Hey Dash?” You sigh tiredly.
	“Yeah champ?”
	>”You think they'll ever make a spell to fix my eyes?” You knew this question, and your answer was immediate.
	“I don't know.”
	>A long silence, just like always, “Hey Dash?”
	“Yeah?”
	>”Can I see you again?” You laughed as you sat up.
	“You always want to see me.”
	>He blushes in retort, but does nothing to hide it, unaware it is even there to begin with, “T-that's because I think...” He trails off.
	“What was that?”
	>He grumbles, “I think you're... really pretty,” You started laughing.
	“If you keep blushing like that I'll start to think you're in love with me or something!”
	>He immediately tries to hide his face, “I am not!” You pull him into a tight hug, trying to force his hooves away. He's stubborn though, in spite of being a spindly little colt.
	“Come on! I want to see that cute little blush of yours!”
	>”Never!” The both of you roll off the couch and start wrestling on the floor. After a quick tussle you manage to pin him beneath you.
	“Gotcha!”
	>With a bit more struggling you finally force his hooves away, and get to behold his red face, “Okay you got to see it now get off me!” You hum mischievously.
	“I don't know, that face is too cute to leave as-is.”
	>”Wh-what do you-” He shuts up when you blow on his face, “Oh no, you're not-!” You kiss his cheek before he finishes, “Ugh!” He starts struggling as his face reaches a shade of red thought impossible, “G-get off me Dash!”
	“No way, you know you love it!”
	>You continue to shower your little brother in kisses, which is clearly freaking him out. He continues to struggle against you valiantly, but you're far too strong for him, “D-dash?” He pants, “I-I feel funny,” Confused, you pull away.
	“What are you talk-”
	>Then you feel the “funny” he was talking about.
	“P-please tell me that's your-”
	>He shakes his head furiously, “I-I'm sorry Dash,” Nervously you climb off of him, and spot his positively adorable erection.
	“That's okay champ, it happens.”
	>In spite of your words your little brother looks positively humiliated. Poor guy, he's so young and his big sis just gave him an erection. It's bad enough he gets shit for being blind, now he's gonna get shit for this.
	“I won't say anything if you don't.”
	>He gulps audibly as you help him up, “Promise?” You hug him whilst giving his waist a wide berth.
	“Promise.”
	>The two of you sat in uncomfortable silence for roughly an hour. Your brother would sometimes get up to get a drink, but beyond that his erection wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. He was still red from the embarrassment. You wondered if he knew how to deal with it himself, then again he probably didn't want to since it was started by you.
	>You wanted to check if his little problem was still there, but that would most likely make things worse for your younger sibling.
	“Do you want me to go?”
	>A long silence, “No...” He mumbles.
	“Do you want to talk about it? I mean... I'm no guy, but it might help to at least talk.”
	>Your brother's brow furrows as he mulls it over, “Why with you?”
	“I don't know. Sometimes the touch alone is enough, even if it's someone you'd rather keep your dick out of.”
	>His flushed face turns a deeper shade, “D-Dash! Don't say it like that!” You roll your eyes.
	“Hey I'm just telling like it is. It's not something you can just sugarcoat.”
	>He hangs his head, “H-hey Dash? Is there a way... to like...”
	“What's on your mind?”
	>Your brother stays silent for quite some time, fumbling for the words, “Is there a way to make it go away?” You tell him he could just wait, but he wasn't satisfied with that, “Is there a way to do it quicker?” You flush.
	“W-well yeah, but that's something you should ask another stallion or something.”
	>He turns his head so he can at least look like he's talking to you, “Do you know how?” You nod your head. After a long silence your brother speaks back up, “I-if you don't know I can ask someone else.”
	“I do know how... kind of.”
	>He cocks his head, “Kind of?” He parrots. You'd had a fling or two, you knew how to please a stallion, but this was your little brother, and he won't forget something like this. However if you show him how it might keep him from stressing out so much next time.
	“I-I'm going to have to do it to you to show you how, is that okay?”
	>Hesitantly he nods, “Okay,” He says weakly and without much confidence. You shift on the couch so you're facing him.
	“Can you... sit on my lap?”
	>Hesitantly he complies, crawling onto you while still keeping his thighs together in a tight vice. Gently you try to part his legs, but your little brother remains quite stubborn, “I-I don't want you to see it,” He says shakily.
	“I'm not trying to force you or anything, but if you want me to make it go away you're going to have to relax.”
	>He nods with a hint of humiliation as he spreads his legs, revealing his painfully throbbing shaft to you, something that makes your spine tingle. As your hoof starts shakily gliding over your brother speaks up, “W-what are you going to do?” You pause.
	“I'm going to use my hoof on it, pay attention to everything I do okay?”
	>With a delayed nod from him you start by giving your brother's shaft a gentle caress. He lets out a soft gasp and shudders at the contact, “D-Dash?” You shush him and start working him over, making sure to be slow so he can absorb the action.
	“Does it feel good?”
	>He shifts in your lap uncomfortably, “It feels funny.”
	“That's okay. Tell me if you want me to stop, alright?”
	>With another shaky nod and a shuddering breath you continue to gently stroke him. This goes on for several minutes, and in that time he does not tell you to stop, “It's not going away,” He nearly moans out.
	“I needed to show you what to do. If you want it to go away, we're going to need to do it faster. Are you ready?”
	>”Y-yeah...” He shudders when you start picking up the pace of your stroking, starting to let out cute little gasps and shift in your lap. You feel his forelimbs wrap around your leg, but not stopping it, “D-Dash~” He moans, his hips bucking upward every time you stroke down. His instincts were kicking in, making his body move naturally to the pleasure. It's making you a little hot yourself to be honest, the little colt in your lap squirming and making the most adorable sounds of pleasure you'd ever heard. You feel your thighs clenching together, your belly growing hot as you continued.
	“Do you know how to do it yourself now?”
	>Your little brother nods his head furiously in response.
	“Do you want to finish by yourself?”
	>”N-no,” He whimpers out. With a silent nod you redouble your efforts, your thoughts growing hazier and hazier as you continued, “D-Dash! S-something's-!” He immediately starts shooting out copious strings of semen, coating your arm as well as his chest with his spunk. It doesn't bother you though, as you continue stroking him, wringing out every last drop so you can finally end this madness.
	>Although the sight of him cumming all over himself was something that was not easily forgotten, and you'd already stored it away for a session alone. You return to reality when you hear a voice emerge from the panting, “I-I'm sorry Dash, I didn't know-” You shush him once again.
	“It's normal champ, don't worry about it.”
	>”But I made a mess-” You silence him with a clean hoof.
	“Go take a bath, I'll take care of this.”
	>He tries to protest but you make sure to scoot him off to the bathroom. After another unwanted apology he closes the door behind him, leaving you to return to the minuscule amount of semen that made it to the floor as well as your leg...
	>You lift your limb for a closer inspection, the consistency of the stuff was about what you expected from a first-timer, although you found yourself wondering-
	“Whoa there, this is my little brother we're talking about!”
	>Your eyes return to the liquid spunk that was beginning to mat your fur, it'd been a while since-
	“No!”
	>You stamp the ground with your dirty hoof and shake your head violently, but you lift your limb yet again to behold the mess.
	“I-I suppose it wouldn't hurt...”
	>Hesitantly you lean in and stick out your tongue, collecting some of the bitter substance that coated your leg. After letting your taste-buds commit the taste to memory you decide to try to swallow it. It went down without much fuss, although swallowing the stuff kick-started an addiction. You start lapping up the stuff, not caring about whose it was, you just wanted more. Between licks you manage a quick sentence.
	“N-not bad champ.”
	>It doesn't take long for you to clean up your leg, although now your attention is drawn to the floor, “Go on,” You hear your brother say in spirit, “Lick up my cum from the floor you slut,” Not wanting to disappoint you drop down and comply with the wishes of the colt that never even gave you an order, that didn't even know what you were doing, nor would he want it if he knew.
	>But there's something in the back of your head that keeps pushing you, dominating you, forcing you to clean up your little brother's mess. It doesn't take long for you to polish of the floors either, but still your belly aches for more. You eye the bathroom door, and a thought immediately comes to mind.
	“I shouldn't.”
	>He's not even a room over, he'll do whatever you say.
	“I can't.”
	>But he can.
	>You shake your head violently once more, managing to dismiss the thoughts this time.
	“Calm down Dash, you'll get through this.”
	>With a sigh you collapse on your couch. Things were going to get a lot more awkward when he got out of the tub, of that you were certain.
	>”H-hey Dash?” You hear your brother call out from the bathroom. With a groan you roll off the couch unceremoniously and trot over to the bathroom door.
	“What is it?”
	>A long silence, “When I get out, can I ask you something?” You take your time with your response. This would probably have to do with the hoofjob, you shudder as you imagine giving him another one, letting him cum all-over himself again... or maybe he wants to do more than that.
	“You're not going to ask me to do it again right?”
	>“NO!” His indignant response draws out an amused huff from you, yeah, it was on his mind alright.
	“Okay, I'll be waiting in my room okay?”
	>A pause, “O-okay,” As you trot down the hall you can't stop thinking about what was happening between you two, this was not good, not good at all.

	>It didn't take long for you to hear your brother start fumbling down the hall, bumping into things like he always did when left to his own devices. It didn't bother him, it's all he's ever done, fumble in the dark. So used to it, unable to let the shadows sway him, in a way his exposure the darkness only cemented a kind of courage that few could know.
	“Alright that is just silly.”
	>Nonetheless, you commended him. Then again, he didn't know what seeing was like. You dismiss your thoughts when your door creeks open, “Dash?” He asks, humble and feeling about the ground to get his bearings, “Am I in the right room this time?”
	“You got the right place.”
	>Your little brother sighs, “Oh good, I hate getting lost,” He continues to fumble about, bumping into furniture until he runs headlong into the foot of your bed, with a very quiet “ow” he calls for you, “Hey Dash?”
	“Yeah champ?”
	>His face flushes, “C-can you help me up? I don't like flying,” With a laugh you grip him by the nape of his neck and drag him up onto your bed.
	“So what did you want to talk about?”
	>His already cherry cheeks reach a more vibrant shade, “H-how did you know... like... how do you know about-” He jumps when you place a hoof on his shoulder.
	“Sometimes stallions will ask mares to do stuff like that, because it feels better when someone else is doing it.”
	>Your little brother shifts uncomfortably, “H-have you been with other stallions?” You sigh.
	“I've had my fair share of flings, but they didn't go very far.”
	>”Oh...” He responds softly, “S-sorry for bringing it up-”
	“It's fine, that water went under the bridge a long time ago.”
	>The typical long silence follows. With him living with you now, it wasn't as awkward as it was when you would visit him. Sometimes he'd like to just enjoy your company, not bothering with unneeded chatter, inevitably though he speaks up once again, “Hey Dash?”
	“Yeah?”
	>”Do you ever feel... lonely?” He asks you nervously, “Without anyone special?” You catch him by surprise when you yank him into a hug. It happened so fast he's squirming in your grip for the first few seconds, but over time he manages to relax.
	“I don't need anyone special, I got you.”
	>You can practically feel the heat radiating from your little brother's face, “R-really?” You nod your head in response.
	“Yep.”
	>A pause, “Really, really?” You can't stifle a quick giggle.
	“Really, really.”
	>Another bout of gentle silence, “Hey Dash?” You hum in acknowledgment, “So this kind of stuff is for someone you like?” He begins, “Like, usually it's only for someone-”
	“Yeah, that's what it's supposed to be for.”
	>His face goes into a shade of red you didn't think possible, you were starting to get worried, “D-do you like me?” Your cheeks immediately try to match his as your mind fumbles for a response. Your little brother feels for your shoulder so he can turn his face to you, “C-cuz i-if you do... I wouldn't mind... I mean I sorta... maybe... l-like you... a lot,” You were about to respond, fumble into a sentence that would lead to you turning him down, but still your little brother goes on, “B-but if you don't, and I just... made things really weird...” You spot his lip trembling as his head hangs, “I-I'm sorry for s-saying things like this, thinking things like that. You're my b-big sister and I shouldn't feel that way,” You couldn't do it, just break his little heart and reduce your relationship to awkward conversations and nervous stares.
	>You... you suppose you could indulge him, at least until he found a mare he'd have actual feelings for. Yeah, that could work. You could show him the ropes, mold him into a real heartbreaker himself.
	>When you see a single scared and humiliated tear roll off his cheek, you see the straw that finally breaks the camel's back. You pull his face closer to yours, “A-are you mad?”
	“Sh-shut up you big dork.”
	>Then you lean down and kiss him, full-on, lips and all. He lets out a cute little yelp at the contact, as well as a very distinct shiver. First mare to make him cum, now his first kiss, you were on a roll tonight. Unfortunately, as soon as you pull away, he starts back up, “D-Dash?” He asks, voice trembling, “D-does that mean-” You kiss him again, teasing his lips with a tentative lick.
	“Stop. Talking.”
	>But he just can't, “Can't you just say yes or no? I mean... it's not like-” He lets out the most adorable gasp when you reach for his shaft.
	“What part of stop talking don't you get?”
	>This time there's no response, only squirms and shaky breaths as you start stroking him again.
	“D-do you really love me?”
	>A furious nod, and you withdraw your hoof, “Dash?” He asks with hot breath.
	“I love you champ, really. Maybe not the same way you do, but I love you all the same. One day though, you'll find someone you can actually be with and you'll forget all about me.”
	>You see him hang his head, “O-okay...” You force his head back up, giving him another soft kiss.
	“But... I'll be there for you, i-if one day you need someone to help you-”
	>You give his erect shaft a caress.
	“-my door will always be open.”
	>Your little brother's cock twitches at that, “H-hey Dash?” He squirms a little as you start stroking him.
	“Yeah champ?”
	>The delivery was positively sultry, a tone few ponies in the world had heard from you. Only a handful were blessed with hearing it, and now your little brother was one of them, needless to say he was stunned, “U-um... can we... like- uh, do more?”
	“What do you want more of?”
	>His blush reaches critical mass, and blood starts leaking out his nose, “Stallion a-and mare stuff?” You laugh as you wipe the blood away.
	“Well... alright. We can't do it normally, since we're related and all.”
	>He looks shockingly disappointed. You hum as you pretend to think of something you can do, although you already have plenty of stuff in mind.
	“But I think there's still a couple of things we can do, if you're willing to get a little... dirty.”
	>Predictably the little colt gulps audibly, “K-kay,” You mull over your options, he was a quick shot, he didn't really have the stamina for much. You kiss him and start stroking again, your little brother lets out a stifled moan in response. You try licking his lips again, pushing against them to silently tell him to open up. After a few prods he finally complies, you immediately go for his tongue trying to pull it into your mouth. You wrap your forelimb around his neck, keeping him from pulling away to ask what he should do. Over time your little brother starts to improvise, struggling to read your cues. His tongue eventually slithers into your mouth, twisting and turning, swapping spit, all that good stuff.
	>You fail to suppress a laugh of triumph when the little colt wraps his forelimbs around your waist. Now he was getting it. Eventually, like all good things it ends. You pull away to let your brother recollect himself, leaving him panting like a mutt, a trail of saliva anchoring your lips. You were starting to get really into this, part of you hopes he wants to do this more often, making out with a cute little colt was way hotter than making out with a stallion.
	“You're not that bad of a kisser, champ.”
	>”D-did I really do- hah~ o-okay?” He asks you, genuine concerin in his voice.
	“You did alright for your first time wrestling tongues.”
	>He'd smile bashfully if you weren't still stroking him. You'd only get a few minutes out of him at best, he'd get better over time, but right now you might as well skip ahead.
	“Try and hold it as long as you can okay? You need to please your mare if you want her to do it again.”
	>A furious nod is all you need. He was smaller than most, that was a given considering his age, but that lacking girth gave you a devious little plan. You scoot away, just far enough to make him crawl a little, then you roll onto your chest.
	“Alright now, try to find me.”
	>He looks confused, but tries his best to comply. He felt where you crawled of to, but decided to check the other ends of your bed just in case. Eventually he finds your hind legs, “O-okay I found you,” You laugh.
	“Not what I meant.”
	>His brow furrows in concentration as he tries to figure you out. Slowly he starts to feel his way up your body, caressing your legs, ticking your haunches. He tries crawling around you, so you give him a nudge in the right direction.
	“Get on me.”
	>Blood squirts out his nose, “Wh-what?”
	“You gotta get on me if you want to do anything with me.”
	>With a compliant nod he does just that, shimmying his way onto your lower back. Close, but no dice.
	“Lower.”
	>He scoots lower.
	“Lower.”
	>A pause, but he complies. You feel his body start pressing against your rump as you continue to push him.
	“Keep going, champ.”
	>You hear him gulp as he scoots lower down your body. You sigh as you finally feel his shaft resting snugly in the crevice of your butt.
	“There we go~”
	>There was a long pause as you let him try to process what's going on, he shifts a few times, unintentionally grinding your rear and sending a light shock up your spine. Then he starts groping your flank, caressing it, massaging it, really just playing with it; indulging foalish curiosity. You coo softly every time he does something to spread your cheeks.
	“Do you like playing with it?”
	>”Y-yeah...” He trailed off as he continued.
	“There's a little something that I want you to do, champ.”
	>The lack of a response spurs you on.
	“Can you spread it?”
	>Almost as if your little brother saw it coming, he doesn't pause before complying, he does it immediately, peeling your cheeks apart, making you shiver slightly as you feel the heat radiating from his member draw closer to your back door. This was becoming too much, the anticipation was close to killing you. You wanted his under-aged cock NOW.
	“We're going to play a little game now, you just gotta poke me in the right spot with your thing.”
	>You feel him shiver as the thought goes through his head, “H-how will I know?”
	“I'll tell you when you're hot or cold.”
	>”Okay...” He lifts himself into a better position to participate in this game of yours, “Hot's good right?”
	“Yep.”
	>Then he starts prodding you, shifting around based on your signals. You could see him get a little frustrated when he hovered right past where you wanted him to go.
	“S-stop moving so much, you're really close now.”
	>You can barely contain a giggle as his tip tickles your little hole. The little colt picks up on this, “D-did I find it?” You gasp when he accidentally bucks against you.
	“Ah~! Y-you found it!”
	>He laughs a little at the victory, but it quickly fades away as he processes everything, “A-am I... like... putting my thing in your butt?” You croon as you push against him in congratulations.
	“That's right champ, you get to make love to the butt of an athlete. You should totally feel honored right now. It's hard enough getting a regular pony to do this, but when you get a butt like mine to boot? You might as well be in heaven.”
	>He lets out a hot breath as he starts prodding you harder, “Dad said to let the mare... he said to let them help put it in.”
	“Smart stallion.”
	>”S-so, can you help me so I don't screw up?” You laugh as you reach for him.
	“Oh you are so going to screw me.”
	>The both of you start a chorus of hot breaths and eager moans as you guide him in. Every part of you was resisting him, trying to push the sudden invader back out. Back there, he might as well have been as big as they got. You were so tight back there, so inexperienced, and it felt so... weird. It hurt, it was incredibly arousing, it was uncomfortable, it was rough, so many mixed signals at once.
	>”D-Dash?” Your little brother manages to squeak out between mad pants. He tries to keep pushing, your hoof keeping his shaft straight and true, but it's slow, it's agonizing. You want to get to the good part already, but you shot yourself in the hoof by maintaining some modicum of morality and denying him access to the vag.
	“Wh- ooh~ wh-what is it?”
	>He tries pushing with more force, but he doesn't make much headway, “I-I don't think it's- hah~ g-going in,” He had a point, but he was already halfway in, might as well keep going.
	“T-too late to turn back, just a little more.”
	>The process continues, your little brother struggling to keep from hurting you too much, and you struggling to remain stalwart in the face of painal. You sigh in satisfaction when you finally feel his hips press against your rear.
	“About d-damn time!”
	>”I tried my best!” Your little brother protests, taking your comment to heart. You find yourself sighing in annoyance, he was so sensitive sometimes.
	“Trust me, I'm in no position to-”
	>You immediately shut up when he shifts in discomfort, his shaft grinding your insides, “Dash it's so hot~” He moans, you take that as a precursor to a pounding, so you pull down a nearby throw-pillow, ready to sink your teeth into it if need-be. You pull it into the tightest hug you can muster with one hoof, while the other slides between your legs, starting to slowly rub your soaked lips. But sadly that pounding never comes, so you speak up.
	“Y-you can go now, s-start moving I mean.”
	>”D-dad said to wait a little longer, let her get used to it,” You groan in irritation.
	“Just go!”
	>Your order finally motivate the little colt to get to work. He was still slow about it though, your ass now seemed to be debating over whether to swallow him up or spit him out, so it simply tried to keep his cock in a vice. You need to relax if you're to have any hope of making this a more pleasurable experience. You try taking deep breaths, letting your body go limp, closing your eyes. Thankfully it all culminates into a victory, as you feel your little brother finally pick up the pace.
	>You can hear him making those adorable little sounds again, whining, gasping, all of it in tandem with his thighs slapping against your butt, his cock finally able to move at a strong pace. Your hoof redoubles its speed, grinding against your moistened loins furiously as you feel your younger brother pound you as hard as he can. You're starting to think you don't need the pillow anymore, as your mouth is doing something else.
	“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh~!”
	>You were feeling good, in spite of the fact your asshole felt like it was on fire you felt so damn good. In fact, it felt so good you felt it necessary to shout this to the world.
	“S-so good, it hurts but it feels so good!”
	>Your brother grips your hind-legs tightly as he continues, lost in his euphoric heaven, “Dashie...” He gasps, “You feel so good, Dashie,” He starts going into this little thing again, and again, calling out to you, asking if you were okay. It was almost like he wasn't sure if you were there to begin with, like this was all a dream and he would wake up at any time. You try your best to answer, a simple yeah or various indecencies all he needed to hear from you, to know it wasn't just a dream.
	>You assume he noticed you were clopping, because amidst the mad pounding, he still manages to speak, “Are... are you touching yourself Dash?” You nod furiously into your pillow.
	“Yeah...”
	>”C-can I do it? You said it feels better when...” Failing to suppress a smile you reach for one of his hooves and guide him between your legs. He has to lay against you to reach, bucking you and showing no signs of stopping. You take a moment to guide him into a movement that got you off the best, he catches on quick enough, fast learning's in the genes.
	“Now make me cum! Make your big sister cum by bucking her ass!”
	>Putting all of his shorthand sensual learning to the ultimate test, your little brother tries as best he can to please you. You can feel your ass growing sore from his mad thrusting, it was already clocked out, and you could feel your brother's movements becoming increasingly uncoordinated and sloppy. He was getting close, and it wouldn't be long before he'd leave you stewing in your own arousal while he bathes in the afterglow of satisfaction. Your grip on your pillow tightens as you plea to fate.
	“P-please, just a little longer!”
	>You wanted to cum with him, you wanted to share this with him. You wanted to make this as best as possible for him, so there was at least something he could remember fondly about this night in the future.
	>By some miracle, likely one of mercy, you feel the heat in your loins intensify. It was coming, you were going to cum soon. But, how soon was he from breaking?
	“H-hey champ?”
	>You hear a strange sound emerge from your brother, taking it as an acknowledgment you continue.
	“Please wait for me, I-I want to cum with you.
	>You feel him nod furiously against your back as he continues to pound your ass. You could feel him holding it all in, he wanted to, bad, but he was holding it for you. You went into this expecting to come out of this with a dire need for a clopping session, but instead fate has decreed that it won't be necessary, “I-I love you Dashie!” He cries out suddenly, “I love you, I love you, I love you-” He continues like a broken record.
	“I love you too champ! I love you so much!”
	>Then everything happened at once. Your brother fails to hold on for another second, and he is forced to release every bit of cum that he'd been holding in for you. Your insides, your stomach, it all gets so uncomfortably hot as his semen fills you. Your brother neglects to stop, trying to get the most out of his shrinking erection. At the same time he fills you up and starts churning his hot spunk inside you, he draws out your own climax. You shudder and tremble terribly, you are forced to let go of any control of your body and wet the sheets of your bed, and hot semen seeps from your anus every time your brother withdraws for another buck of the hips.
	>Your little brother quickly collapses on top of you and passes out, his cock still buried snugly inside you. You meanwhile are still clutching your pillow tightly, panting and whimpering as you feel his semen settle in your bowels.
	“I really do love you champ... just not the way you want me to.”

	>Eight years later...
	>As much as you tried to push him, he had yet to find the mare of his dreams. He was too shy, and he loved you too much to leave your side. Hell, you tried to set him up on a date with Fluttershy, but they both made things so damn awkward they were too scared to even talk to each other. His devotion... if things were just a little different-
	>”Hey sis?”
	>You roll over to be greeted by your brother, his milky eyes giving no indication of where he was looking, his face contemplative as always, “I don't think I'll live to see you,” He mutters. You pull him into a tight hug.
	“That's okay champ, you don't need to see to know I'm always next to you, ready to catch you if you fall.”
	>He snuggles into your chest lovingly, “I love you Dash,” You feel your chest tighten as it often does when he says that. You weren't able to return it, you'd let him indulge, but you couldn't return the one thing he really wanted from you.
	“I love you too champ.”
	>Thankfully he couldn't see your tears.
	>Once again you lay in silence, enjoying each-other's company. In spite of everything you felt about this, just sitting on the couch together was your favorite part of the day. No sex, no worrying, just silent peace. You knew he enjoyed it too, he'd prefer cuddling in silence more than anything else. He'd have been the perfect match for Flutters how did that not go right? 
	>The silence goes on for longer than usual. Most of the time your little brother would break the silence by now, but this time you're the one to break the ice.
	“Hey champ?”
	>”Yeah sis?”
	“It's been a while since... well since we did it, a-and they say it's not good to hold it in-”
	>He kisses you into silence, “Do you want to do it again?” He asks, “I mean I don't mind or anything, but I feel fine right now,” You return the gesture wholeheartedly.
	“You told me your balls felt like they were going to pop last time.”
	>You climb into his lap, wrapping your forelimbs around his neck, “But I feel fine,” You scoff.
	“Some medicine you have to take before it gets bad.”
	>”How do you want to do it this time?” You start grinding his lap in response, earning a pleased groan from him.
	“Since I'm feeling generous today, I'll let you pick.”
	>“A-alright then,” You feel his hooves glide over to your rear, still the only place you'd play. You'd have a dozen foals if you fucked the normal way. It was harder to get off there, but the feeling of his cum shooting inside made it all worth it.
	>You coo softly as you feel his budding erection prod at your loins, so tempting, sweet Celestia it was so tempting, but you knew your place, as well as the consequences. Eventually he starts pushing on your chest, “Lay down please,” What a gentlecolt, always saying his pleases when he asked you for something. Sometimes you'd wish he would just throw you onto the couch and ravage you. You lay down on the couch, flick your tail to the side, and spread your ass for him, inviting him to do what he wished.
	>He'd always start the same way, fumble for your rear and then lean down to start licking your little pucker. Neither of you could handle the humiliation of purchasing lube, even though Applejack offered a bottle of her favorite brand once after she spotted you limping and hit the mark of an anal session dead on. You were too flustered to give her an answer, that and you thought she knew about what you'd been doing with your shy little brother. You'd gasp every time he forced his tongue in, working you for his now stallion-sized shaft. He was so small back then you could take him dry, but now he was too big, now it hurt even more if you didn't at least try to prepare a little.
	>Satisfied with how loose you are, your brother pulls away and settles into position, “Let me know if things go sour,” He tells you, once again broadcasting concern for you. You sigh, before whining and moaning as he invades you, setting your ass on fire yet again.
	“Ooh yes~! Do whatever you want, you're always so good to my ass!”
	>It would be a lie to say you didn't love rutting with your brother, it would be a lie to say you didn't enjoy talking dirty to him, but you'd be lying if you said you loved him like he loved you. You loved his body, you loved him like family, but you didn't love him more than that. You feel your eyes welling as you continue down this train of thought again.
	Please forget about me...

	>”Hey sis?”
	“Yeah champ?”
	>”You okay? You've been sounding down,” Your little brother states, head resting in your lap. You smile as you gently caress his face.
	“It's nothing.”
	>These last few months had been off. You hadn't had sex in a long while, you hadn't been talking, the both of you had been off doing your own thing. You'd been ignoring each other. It was what you wanted to avoid, in spite of your efforts for otherwise. No broken heart, no awkward, but you had simply grown apart. You're telling yourself you should be happy, that this was more of what you wanted.
	>It was what you wanted.
	>“Sis?”
	It's what you wanted.
	>”Sis you're-”
	“I-it's what I wanted...”
	>”Dash!” You're taken out of your thoughts with a start, your brother is wearing a look of concern, his hoof resting on your chest, “Dash, you're crying,” He states simply. You can spot the droplets of tears that landed on his face, you can feel your eyes burning as your eyes try to contain them.
	“I'm okay.”
	>”No you're not,” Your little brother responds, “You... you don't just cry out of the blue like that, did I do something?” It's what you haven't been doing.
	“It's... I just realized we haven't really talked for a while now.”
	>His face falls, “Yeah, it has been a while,” The lack of sex was the undertone, but you both avoided it.
	“H-have you been talking to anyone?”
	>His hoof falls to his chest, “Y-yeah...”
	“Pinkie doesn't count.”
	>He nods in understanding, “I know that,” He whines facetiously. The two of you share amused looks, “I ran into Fluttershy at the market a while ago...” You raise a brow.
	“How long ago?”
	>He gulps, “C-couple months,” You feel your heart leap before sinking into a pit. You're a big girl, Dash, don't show it.
	“Have you been seeing her?”
	>A shallow nod from your little brother, “Y-yeah. We have lunch together a lot,” Finally, you lean down and kiss his forehead.
	“I'm glad.”
	>He furrows his brow, “Really?” You nod out of habit, you knew he couldn't see.
	“You need to forget about me eventually, find someone you can really be with.”
	>”But sis-” You silence him with a hoof.
	“No buts, I think we both knew this would end eventually. Hell, it ended a couple months ago.”
	>A long, painful silence, “Dash-”
	“So when do you see her again?”
	>”I was going to have dinner with her... I was going to invite her over tomorrow,” You swallow a rather large lump. Knowing the both of them, it would probably be years before they work up the courage for consummating their relationship, but it was a sign of finality for you.
	“Do you want me to step out?”
	>He flushes, “I was hoping you could come with me tonight, she wanted to see you.
	>It was over between you two. He finally moved on, found someone else to be with. Hopefully your time together wouldn't even be worthy of a footnote, easily forgotten. Sure it was wishful thinking, but it would be nice. You knew that for some reason, you did fall in love with him. After so many years with him, you'd developed Stockholm syndrome, fallen for your captive little brother.
	>Every time you saw them together, you could barely keep yourself from breaking in front of everyone, into sadness or rage, or both.

	“Champ?”
	>He shuffles nervously, “Hey sis,” You almost too eagerly embrace him. He'd left your side a long time ago, he was engaged to your best friend now. Fluttershy was always talking about how thankful she was he couldn't see, showed her how much he genuinely loved her. You couldn't help but agree, you'd been the subject of those affections once. You invite him in and lead him to your couch, where the both of you take a seat.
	“How's things?”
	>”They've been good,” He says simply, just like he always did. Wasn't one to elaborate, drag it out. It was enough for most ponies.
	“I got the invitation.”
	>He doesn't say anything.
	“So have you rut her yet?”
	>He flushes red, “D-dash!” You laugh at his response, you knew his answer. His head sinks in embarrassment, “N-no...”
	“You don't really care about that, do you?”
	>”I care about surviving that demon she calls a rabbit,” He retorts with jarring seriousness.
	“Yeah he's quite the fallen angel isn't he?”
	>Your sibling scoffs, “I doubt he was that to begin with.”
	“Has he stopped you?”
	>”Three times,” He growls. You can't stifle the laugh his furious countenance draws from you.
	“So you haven't done it properly yet?”
	>”N-no,” He says shakily, “All I know is what I did with... you...” The shame in his voice makes your heart sink. It was becoming too much, you wanted him again, you wanted to just rip him out of Fluttershy's hooves like a toy.
	>You felt sick.
	“I can show you.”
	>The surprised look on his face just punctuates how disgusted you feel with yourself.
	“You can do me until you get it right.”
	>”D-dash th-” You pin him with a kiss. He struggles, but he can't bring himself to do anything harsh because you're his sister.
	>You sick little freak.
	“Come on, I'll let you cum inside.”
	>You giggle as his breath hitches. You start grinding in his lap again, gasping audibly as you recall the memories of when he was younger. He's totally compliant, he can't bring himself to fight back, he loves you too much to do anything but try to reason with you, “D-Dash please!” You shut him up with another kiss, you didn't want to hear him complain, you wanted to hear him groan.
	>You manage to draw out his erect shaft, throbbing and ready for action.
	“You keep telling me no, but your body says yes.”
	>He stops fighting, you can see his milky eyes dim, “J-just do it.”
	>You monster.

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