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>Little Twily remains hesitant to your request but as her big innocent eyes search your face and her young incredulity meets your disarming grin, she complies, gently and slowly.
>Your palm, pressed against her chest, slowly begins to travel down her barrel, tickling her as the fingers caress her fur oh so delicately.
>The filly giggles sweetly, unaware of the insidious thoughts crawling and growing inside your head like bloated snails.
>"Close your eyes now."
>You whisper and the faintest trace of the hunger escapes.
>Twilight pulls her front hooves over her muzzle and eyes.
>Wanting to tease her some more, you trail back upwards, this time with your finger tips scratching at her young skin.
>Her back legs kick unconsciously, not hard enough to ever hurt you in any way, and it entices you to end this foreplaying facade and dig into her rabidly.
>But you control your urges.
>You grab hold of one of her legs, then the other, and bring your head close to the nethermost region of her body.
>Hot breathe stings her and she whimpers, startled.
>"Uncle Anon.."
>Her voice trails off and she doesn't say anything else.
>You let go of one of her legs and pet her at the base of her neck.
"It's alright. Everything is alright."
>She nods, now unsure of it all but it is too late to go back.
>You know it is, and so does she.
>Her tail is hanging rigidly, her anxiety keeps her hard over the bed, daring not to move and unable to understand the uneasiness that grips her whole body.
>Again you let out a breathe and she trembles at it, her flesh responding to the ghostly contact.
>The air touches her, plays with her for a moment, and then it lets go, leaving nothing but slightly moist fur.
>Sick, some would call it.
>Sensuous, is how you define her reactions.
>You are hard, have been for a long time, yet it isn't until now that you throb, engorged by your withheld appetites.
"This is our little secret."
>The words don't hide the sin anymore and it pours out of your mouth like pus out of an infected wound.
>She doesn't say a thing, quiet and trembling with anticipation as she is right now.
>How the tension threatens to push you to let go of your inhibitions and plunge into her with passion.
>A hand creeps into your pants, between the bare skin and your underwear.
>You find your member with old familiarity and hold it fondly.
>Another breath, another shiver, and your need to feel her is at an all time high.
>So pure, so innocent.
>No one else could ever make you feel this way.
>There isn't a single one that could replace the honest love that plagues you whenever you look at Twilight.
>She is special, you've told yourself a million times.
>There can be no one else.
>You let go of her and push all clothes that stand between you and her off.
>Their muffled sound that they make is curious to Twilight and her ears flicker.
"Keep them closed now."
>She scrunches her face.
>You accommodate her to a comfortable distance, she doesn't complain, and you pet her tummy to hide what is to come.
>She hasn't stopped trembling.
>You wonder if she will grow to appreciate this moments together.
>The question hovers over your mind as you touch her, just the tip, and she lets out another whimper.
>She is warm and damp and the sensations that courses up your shaft and hips causes you to throb uncontrollably and your member slaps her lightly.
>"U-Uncle... I don't like this secret..."
>It breaks your heart for only a instant.
>How could she understand this?
>She is too young, you tell yourself, she is just being a silly little filly.
>Perhaps with time...
>You stroke her with a thoughtful grinding of your hips and her mouth is now open.
>The most beautifully soft moans come out of her as you proceed with your task.
"Do you like it now?"
>Her answer doesn't come instantly and it betrays her inner struggle.
>"I don't know..."
>She may not but that isn't what her body says.
>You put your thumb over the shaft, pressing it against Twilight, and make a long, drawn out push from the base of her tail to the very top of her immature slip.
>She can't help groaning.
>Not in pleasure, no.
>It must be difficult for her to comprehend her girlish sensitivity and the lashes of electrical pleasure that your stimulation provides.
>Soon she will become familiar with it and her body will want more and more.
>It is only a matter of time.
>You inspect her and yourself, find that she shakes as much as you are, and you smile.
>Both so eager.
>Lowering your tip you prod at her, weakly at first, testing her.
>She cries out.
>"Uncle... I wanna go home..."
"No, no, no. Relax. I know this is weird but it will pass. You'll see. You'll like it."
>"I wanna go home."
>She doesn't understand!
>She has not experienced it yet, she doesn't know what it is like!
>Twilight struggles to get up and you press your hand against her chest, pinning her in place.
>You are so close now!
>It is too late, you can't turn back.
>She is barely moist and so you spit, once, twice, on her and on yourself.
>"I don't want any secrets!"
>Afraid that her screaming might bring unwanted attention you close her muzzle tight and aim into her.
"You'll like it Twilight! You'll see!"
>And you push.
>It is difficult to pry her open in a single motion.
>Her scream can barely be heard outside the room and even then it fades away so fast that there is no danger to it.
>Virgin, tight skin is not used to your advances and it fights against you.
>The rigidness teases you, tests your resolve.
>You push again.
>Tears, thrashing, screams.
>And pleasure.
>Her body tightens around you in a cover of tenderness as she squirms from the uninvited invasion.
>Hooves kick repeatedly at your chest mimicking the frantic rhythm of her heart.
>She breathes hard through the nose and her voice is lost when you increase the grip on her snout.
>You inhale in the bliss and venture further in.
>It was expected that her poor, undeveloped body would not be able to satisfy your length completely, but it did not matter.
>A little past the tip was enough for now.
>It goes on for many minutes.
>The controlled grinding and the time you employ in her stimulation eventually gets her to stop trying to scream and squirm.
>She is tired, no doubt.
>You lift her off the bed as you take her place and then rest her over your chest.
>Her breathing is shallow and her beautiful eyes have staining her face with tears.
>You console her, combing her mane as you reach the edges of your resistance.
>She tries to tell you something but the words are unreachable for her.
"Shhhhh, it's alright. Everything is alright now."
>No argument from her.
>Perhaps you were mistaken and she has grown used to it far more quickly than expected.
>With three more thrusts you finally unleash yourself inside her, fresh tears coming out as you fill her as much as you can.
>You can't stop yourself from panting as you do, but you do not ignore the fillies need for attention and comfort, caressing her all the while.
>Freeing her from the object of her guilty pleasure, you bring her closer to your chin, cupping her flank with one hand.
>Hot, viscous liquid drops out of her.
>In time, she might come to take it all by her lonesome.
"Everything is alright, Twily. Uncle loves you, you know that, right?"
>No response.
>Poor filly must have fallen asleep already.
>You sight and move your thumb up and down the sensitive base of her jaw, letting her know that she was a good girl and you are proud of her.
>You know she will keep the secret.
>This is hidden pleasure of yours.