Caught Napping


                                            >You are Anon, and currently, you're taking a nap.

                                            >Summer just started, school's out forever, and you're enjoying the relative freedom of being a lazy ass before... Woops! You start college.

                                            >Guess that song and dance routine down the front steps of your former high school was a bit premature.

                                            >But life is good.

                                            >You don't have to get a summer job, your vidya situation is on lock, and you're a free man.

                                            >You've heard what goes on at college.

                                            >The wild parties.

                                            >The experimental attitudes.

                                            >The *SHIVER* c-coed dorms.

                                            >Of course, there's one obstacle in your path.

                                            >One trial you have to overcome and endure before you're finally released into the wild.

                                            >Your bitch (BITCH!!!) sister is back home for the summer before she goes back for her own final year of college.

                                            >Hopefully she never comes back again.

                                            >Captain of the soccer team, track and field champion and all around long-ass shadow to grow up under, Rainbow 'stupid-face' Dash.

                                            >She came rushing back into your life like her usual whiring dervish self, unexpected and unannounced, a week ago.

                                            >So far she's put a major crimp in your intensely lazy summer plans.

                                            >She's taken you hang-gliding, wave boarding and parasailing already, all in the space of seven days.

                                            >And sure, it's not like you don't LIKE that stuff...

                                            >It's just that, it's hard to enjoy it when she's constantly proving how much BETTER at it she is than you.

                                            >Dissatisfied grumbles aside, today you're free to do as you will.

                                            >She's taken her little disciple out on the town to catch up with her.

                                            >Honestly, this is a bit of a sore spot as well.

                                            >It hits a little hard that being close with Scootaloo seems to be yet another thing your sister is better at than you.

                                            >And so, you mope-I MEAN uh, relax in your bed, comfortable in your summer laying about wear, muzzily wondering if it's worth the effort to fire up the old BelayStation 4 and slay some noobs.

                                            >Into this idyllic setting bursts your sister.

                                            >Because of course she does.


                                            >"Hey dude! Mind if I use your BelayStation?"

                                            >You shouldn't be surprised by this. You aren't, really. The idea of boundaries between you and your sister is a concept the sporty girl never quite grasped.

                                            >She never gave a second thought as to what you might be getting up to in here.

                                            >You'd become fairly inured to the slightly embarrassing situation you were in.

                                            >Rainbow never seemed to mind that you spent most of your time in your room boxer-clad.

                                            >I mean, she ran around OUTSIDE in little more than a sports bra and a pair of spanx.

                                            >Body shy your sister was not.

                                            >But anyway, I digress.

                                            >Back to the situation at hand, where your lycra-clad sister was standing at the foot of your bed, impatiently waiting on your answer.

                                            >Fuck it all, anyway. You were barely even dozing.

                                            "Whatever, sis. Just keep it down. I'm tryin' to nap, here."

                                            >Rainbow scoffed. Nap? When there was daylight burning?

                                            >"If you say so, bro. You know what they say, though; You snooze, you lose."

                                            >She walked over to your door as you rolled your eyes at her. Like she was one to talk.

                                            >She was as well known for her 'power naps' as she was for her athleticism.

                                            >You watched, a little confused, as she stuck her head out your door and hollered down the hallway.

                                            >"He says it's fine, come on up!"

                                            >Wait.

                                            >What?

                                            >Who the hell was Rainbow inviting into your room?

                                            >It didn't take long for you to connect the dots as you heard footsteps coming up the stairs and down the hall.

                                            >'She wouldn't...'

                                            >And yet, of course she would, as you saw a familiar tousled pink head of hair stick it's way into your room.

                                            >She was Rainbow motherfucking Dash.

                                            >"H-hey, Anon..." Scootaloo stuttered out as she caught sight of you.

                                            >On your bed.

                                            >In your boxers.

                                            >Her eyes widened, and she turned her head away from you to oh-so-uncasually take in the rest of your room.

                                            >"... Nice, uh, place you got here."

                                            >Now, this whole situation was a bit of a fantasy of yours.

                                            >Scootaloo, nervously entering your room for the first time.


                                            >Eventually relaxing after some snacks and vidya (You'd let her win, of course).

                                            >Finding some reason (You could never really think of a good one, but you were sure you would when the moment arrived) to get a bit MORE relaxed on your bed.

                                            >Talking about whatever, slowly drawing closer and closer to each other, until you finally closed the gap impulsively.

                                            >This was usually about the time that your sister would burst into your room and you'd throw a sheet over yourself as you tried not to die of embarrassment.

                                            >Speaking of the annoyingly ever-present one...

                                            >"It's pretty cool, yeah. Nowhere near as cool as MY room, but it does have a few attractions."

                                            >She hooked Scootaloo's elbow and pulled her over to your slightly ratty loveseat, the most comfortable vidya lounger on the eastern seaboard, and plopped her down.

                                            >"Such as a comfy couch and a bigscreen to enjoy a fine selection of gaming on!"

                                            >Rainbow grinned back and forth between Scootaloo and you, but getting no more response than slightly poleaxed expressions, she snagged your two controllers.

                                            >Pushing one into Scootaloo's hands, she flopped down next to the petite girl and jabbed the power button.

                                            >You couldn't help but stare a while longer, your eyes flitting back and forth between Scootaloo's, who seemed to be sneaking nervous glances at you every once in a while, and your sisters, who seemed to only have eyes for the flashing screen in front of her.

                                            >Internally you were screaming. Just a little bit.

                                            >Rainbow had even managed to turn your fantasies into some kind of horrifying reality.

                                            >Instead of you on that couch, rubbing elbows with Scootaloo and displaying your sick skills, it was Rainbow.

                                            >Maybe your sister would be taking Scoots to her own room after a while to culminate your dreams.

                                            >Hell, maybe she'd just fucking tie you to the bed and take her right there on the floor in front of you.

                                            "Just fucking keep it down, okay? I'm tryin' to sleep!"


                                            >Scootaloo started guiltily, glancing over at you before turning her eyes back to the TV.

                                            >Your sister just grinned at you, raising an eyebrow.

                                            >You rolled over in disgust, taking away the sight of your sister proving once again how much better she was than you.

                                            >It was hard to let go of the images swirling through your head, of Scootaloo leaning further into Rainbow's side, your sister throwing an arm over the smaller girl's shoulders...

                                            >Eventually, the quiet sounds of your BelayStation lulled you into a fitful doze, half heard comments from your sister and softer replies from Scootaloo forcing you further from wakefulness.

                                            >Your mind wandered, snatches of dreams flitting around before you fell fully under.

                                            >A scene evolved, springing from nothingness but tempered by the reality that had been forced on you.

                                            >"Are you sure it's okay, Rainbow? He's right there..."

                                            >"He's out like a light, Scoots. He won't notice a thing."

                                            >Her confident laughter grated on your ears, but the truly horrifying sounds to come were wet, slithering through your mind.

                                            >Your view turned slowly, panning to show the two girls on your love seat.

                                            >They'd abandoned their electronic games for a much older one, the controllers forgotten by their feet on the floor.

                                            >Scootaloo's hoodie had joined them, her blue shirt rucked up over her small breasts as your sister licked and sucked her way from one to the other.

                                            >The small girl's quiet moans might have stemmed from that, but it was more likely from the hand Rainbow had stuffed down her shorts.

                                            >"R-rainbow...~ He's gonna hear us...!" Scootaloo murmured throatily, but your sister never slowed down for a second.

                                            >She never did.

                                            >Your view slid above them just as Scootaloo threw her head back, her eyes staring into yours as her tongue lolled out of the corner of her mouth.


                                            >Her eyes were glazed with lust, her hand starting their own journey over your sister's body as she panted heavily, wincing occasionally when Rainbow touched a particularly sensitive spot.

                                            >You felt like you should be seething.

                                            >This should disgust you.

                                            >Enrage you, even.

                                            >But as you watched Scootaloo's eyes squeeze shut, her breath coming out in squeaks as she arched her back against you couch, you couldn't deny that...

                                            >... What you were seeing was fucking hot.

                                            >You couldn't keep your eyes off your sister's fingers as the retreated from Scootaloo's shorts.

                                            >Rainbow brought the glistening digits up to her mouth and licked then clean ever so slowly, her free hand stroking Scootaloo's shuddering abs before slipping behind the younger girl's neck.

                                            >She tugged Scootaloo's head down from where it was thrown back to gaze listlessly at the ceiling and leaned in to cover the girl's mouth with her own.

                                            >You couldn't tear your eyes away as Scoots eagerly returned the kiss.

                                            >Eventually they parted, your sister's hand reaching out to run her thumb over Scootaloo's bottom lip gently.

                                            >"I told you."

                                            >Rainbow's voice had a mischievous quality to it as she grinned at Scootaloo.

                                            >"I never thought it'd be like that..." Scootaloo's breathless voice replied.

                                            >Your sister chuckled giddily.

                                            >"I'd never leave you hanging, Scoots. It's pretty good, right?"

                                            >The girl nodded slowly, licking her lips and most likely tasting her own excitement.

                                            >"It's just... So big. I had no idea..."

                                            >Uh...

                                            >"Yeah, it's a whopper, all right."

                                            >Wait, this wasn't exactly fitting dialog, was it?

                                            >"Have you... You know...?"

                                            >Your sister sighed, shaking her head.

                                            >"Naw. I don't even know how many hints I've dropped, but I guess they just sail right over his head."

                                            >Okay, this just made no sense.

                                            >"Well... He looks, you know... Pretty out of it. Maybe we could... See what we can get away with?"

                                            >Rainbow grinned nervously at Scoots, eyes darting between the girl and something out of your line of sight.


                                            "Jeez, where'd all that nervousness go, kid?"

                                            >Scootaloo looked into Rainbow's eyes, seeming more confident than she had been before.

                                            >"It's not like either of us are gonna get a whole lot more chances, right? So... Maybe we have a little fun, Right? What happens, happens."

                                            >You were beyond confused at this point.

                                            >What kind of weird, fucked up flight of fancy was this?

                                            >"I dunno, Scoots. What if he wakes up?"

                                            >Rainbow seemed outright nervous. You couldn't recall ever seeing her like this before.

                                            >On the other hand, Scootaloo seemed to be bound and determined to carry out whatever plan she'd hatched.

                                            >"I already said. What happens, happens."

                                            >Getting up from your couch, Scootaloo crossed out of your field of view, leaving you looking at something you'd never expected to see.

                                            >Even in those wonderful dreams where you'd beaten Rainbow at everything you competed in, taken the soccer captaincy, and watched her trudge off into the distance in defeat, you'd never seen her wringing her hands looking wracked with indecision.

                                            >Rainbow's hands went to her mouth suddenly, her eyes widening.

                                            >"S-scoots!" She whispered fiercely.

                                            >You reacted almost as extremely.

                                            >There were definitely hands.

                                            >Fingers even.

                                            >Crawling up your legs.

                                            >Everything plunged into darkness, but the sensation lingered, becoming stronger even.

                                            >There were hands on your legs.

                                            >Small, dainty hands, but rough with callouses.

                                            >You were on your back, now.

                                            >Hadn't you been on your side?

                                            >Hadn't you been dreaming?

                                            >Hadn't your boxers been a bit more roomy?

                                            >Cautiously you cracked an eyelid, trying to hold perfectly still.

                                            >Your vision returned, showing you a blurry but easily distinguished Scootaloo sitting on your bed, while your sister remained on your couch.

                                            >Remained?

                                            >So, was that all real?

                                            >Looking Scoots over a bit more, you saw that she was fully clothed in her usual outfit.


                                            >You weren't worried about her seeing your eye was open, since she seemed pretty intent on staring at your crotch.

                                            >Wait...

                                            >Shit!

                                            >You had a raging hard-on!

                                            >Scootaloo was staring at your dick!

                                            >Rainbow was staring at your dick!

                                            >Why was everybody staring at your dick?!?

                                            >You almost flipped your shit right then and there, but you were suddenly reminded of the feeling of Scootaloo's hand on your naked thigh.

                                            >Probably because she was gently rubbing your naked thigh.

                                            >You felt the strong compulsion to dismiss this as another dream.

                                            >A dream within a dream that had segued into even more improbable dreams.

                                            >It sure felt real enough, though.

                                            >"He's not waking up, Rainbow Dash. I think he woulda by now. Get over here."

                                            >It sure looked real, too.

                                            >But that expression of apprehension could never have really graced your sister's face as she got stiffly up off your couch.

                                            >She could never have gingerly sat across from Scoots with you in between them, hands clutched in her lap as she stared at the girl's hand.

                                            >So, still a dream?

                                            >Was this your fantasy?

                                            >Well, maybe it was.

                                            >You wouldn't mind it being your sister's turn to sit and watch while the girl you liked fooled around with you.

                                            >This was revenge, right?

                                            >Revenge with benefits?

                                            >Your thoughts stilled as Scootaloo's hand reached the bottom of your boxers, slipping under the fabric a bit before pulling back to slide further upwards over it.

                                            >Well, this was distracting.

                                            >Also, fuck it let's go with it.

                                            >You watched out of squinted eyes as Scootaloo's hand slid up the taught fabric.

                                            >It was impossible to restrain from flexing your groin when her fingers brushed against your shaft through the fabric.

                                            "Oh! Jumpy, isn't it?" Scootaloo exclaimed softly, her fingers finally reaching the band of your shorts, hooking under it and tugging lightly.

                                            >"Scoots, maybe we should stop. He really could wake up. I honestly can't believe ha hasn't yet..."

                                            >This must still be a dream.

                                            >Your sister could never sound so scared.


                                            >Scootaloo looked up at the older girl, frowning.

                                            >"You can do what you want, Rainbow. I'm doing this. So help me out or sit back and watch."

                                            >Wow, dream Scoots was a baller.

                                            >You were surprised again, though, when Rainbow didn't cuss Scoots out or smack her upside the head.

                                            >Scootaloo huffed at Rainbow, who seemed content to wring her hands some more and glance between Scoots and your crotch.

                                            >Then she licked her lips.

                                            >W-was she flushing?

                                            >Uh, brain...

                                            >Did you need to have words?

                                            >Scootaloo seemed to notice your sister's little tells as well, and a smug grin settled over her face as she slowly started to tug your boxers down.

                                            >You tried to keep your face still as the fabric slid over your sensitive skin, the elastic digging into your waist as Scootaloo pulled harder to free the beast.

                                            >Eventually the band slipped over your glans, your shaft popping back to point straight at the ceiling after wobbling slightly.

                                            >Oh my god.

                                            >Your sister was biting her lip.

                                            >She was breathing so quickly...

                                            >Your staff twitched under the burning gaze directed at it as Scootaloo dragged your boxers slowly down your ass until the band stretched across your thighs, your business out and in full view of the two girls.

                                            >"Wow..." Scootaloo murmured, leaning down to get a closer view of your junk, her breath tickling your head and sending another involuntary flex through your groin.

                                            >She jerked back as your rod snapped down, slapping into your belly with a meaty thwack before rebounding to it's skyward position.

                                            >"Is it... Are they all so...?"

                                            >Rainbow shook her head slowly. Her hands disappeared further into her lap.

                                            >"He's different from most guys. He's... Perfect..."

                                            >Her breathy words fell on your ears, almost causing you to blink in surprise.

                                            >You certainly had a wild imagination.

                                            >Rainbow had definitely never sounded like that before.

                                            >Scootaloo broke the tense moment with a soft giggle.

                                            >"Well, he's definitely got the tools to do the job, anyway."


                                            >You felt her hand slide up your thigh again, this time running gently over the bare flesh.

                                            >It was a good thing this was most definitely a dream, because there was no way you'd have had enough control not to make some kind of sound in reality.

                                            >Her warm hand was sending gentle waves of sensation outward from the skin she stroked, and as they got closer and closer to their goal it was extremely difficult not to hiss or groan.

                                            >Finally, the girl's fingers rubbed up against your shaft.

                                            >This time you couldn't help it.

                                            >A soft murmur slipped past your lips, and you closed your eyes tight just as both your sister and Scootaloo's heads turned sharply.

                                            >"S-shit... He didn't... He's still asleep, right?"

                                            >Rainbow's hesitant words made your pulse race.

                                            >Why was her timidity turning you on so badly?

                                            >This was your sister!

                                            >Your brash, annoying, overconfident sister.

                                            >Who was always dominating you in one way or another...

                                            >Was that it?

                                            >Maybe the idea of getting one over on your sister was... Arousing?

                                            >You didn't really want to think about that.

                                            >Thankfully, Scootaloo was there to distract you from your thoughts by gently wrapping her hand around the base of your shaft.

                                            >"I think it was just... You know, a reflex. He's still asleep. I'm sure of it."

                                            >You could feel Scootaloo's fingers gently squeezing you, and you couldn't help another flex of your groin.

                                            >Blood crept into your shaft as it thickened in the girl's grip.

                                            >"Fuck... I think he's getting bigger."

                                            >You heard an audible gulp that you couldn't believe had come from your sister, then her shaky words.

                                            >"I-if you're s-sure, Scoots. Let's... Let's keep going."

                                            >You chanced cracking an eyelid again to see what was what, first looking to your sister who's eyes were glued to Scootaloo's hand.

                                            >You couldn't help but notice the gentle rocking motion Rainbow was making, though.

                                            >Or the fact that her hands were completely lost to view, her wrists moving between her thighs.


                                            >Shit.

                                            >Your sister was rubbing one out right next to you.

                                            >Jesus, brain.

                                            >Take it easy on a guy...

                                            >Your attention was suddenly drawn away from that spectacle as you felt Scootaloo's hand pump experimentally on your rod, her hand sliding up and down the sensitive skin slowly.

                                            >You could barely bring yourself to break away from the sight, looking up to Scoots face.

                                            >hopefully you'd see some sign of arousal like you had in Rainbow's.

                                            >Maybe a bit lip, or even a similarly enraptured stare at your length as she stroked it.

                                            >You definitely weren't expecting her to be staring right at you.

                                            >An involuntary groan slipped from your lips.

                                            >Discovery at last.

                                            >Was this how the dream ended?

                                            >You weren't a good enough liar to convince yourself that you wanted this to be the end.

                                            >So it was with a sense of bewildered relief that you watched Scootaloo slowly wink at you, her hand squeezing your rod a bit more firmly.

                                            >You watched her for a few moments, not really believing your good luck, but after a few seconds...

                                            >You winked back.

                                            >There was the bit lip, the soft exhalation of happiness, the flushing cheeks.

                                            >Scoots didn't mind if you joined the party.

                                            >What about your sister, though?

                                            >Even if this was a dream (And you couldn't reasonably think otherwise. Scootaloo actually into you? Ha!), did you WANT her to join the party?

                                            >A small part of you that still hated your sister said no, but a surprisingly large part said yes, please!

                                            >Well, this was gonna require some therapy at some point in your life.

                                            >You wanted to mess around with your sister.

                                            >Oh boy...

                                            >Just, like, the dream sister, right?

                                            >The shy, scared one that couldn't keep from rubbing herself raw at the mere sight of your Johnson, right?

                                            >Not Rainbow.

                                            >... Right?

                                            >"This is fun and all, but I'm gettin' a little antsy here, Rainbow. How about we take this up a notch?"

                                            >Your slit eyes widened imperceptibly as you watched Scootaloo wink at you subtly again before her head began to lower toward your crotch.

                                            >Oh.


                                            >Oh damn...

                                            >Scootaloo was about to go down on you.

                                            >Your fingers twitched as you fought the impulse to slip your hand behind her head, to slide your fingers through the short pink hair you'd always thought looked so good on her.

                                            >This felt like torture, not being able to reach out and caress the girl you'd been crushing on for most of high school.

                                            >But the dream required you be asleep, and god damn did you not want to wake up.

                                            >Your eyes locked on Scootaloo's lips as they descended toward the head of your shaft, her fingers still feathering gently up and down the base of your rod.

                                            >A few more inches and that cute little mouth would be wrapped around your dick, those soft lips stretching around your girth as her tongue swirled around your sensitive tip...

                                            >Your hips jerked of their own volition, almost prematurely sending your rod into those warm depths...

                                            >"N-no!"

                                            >Scootaloo jerked as a hand pressed over her face, lifting her head away from your rod.

                                            >God damn it, Rainbow...

                                            >"Rainbow, what the fuck?" Scootaloo hissed, looking up at the older girl before pushing the hand away from her mouth.

                                            >She sniffed, then looked at said hand, her face crinkling into a grimace.

                                            >"Aww, fucking eww Rainbow. You had to use that hand? What's your problem, anyway?"

                                            >Your sister stared at Scootaloo intensely, gulping noticably.

                                            >"Y-you got to..." Her hand closed into a loose fist and her wrist rose up and down a few times.

                                            >Scootaloo frowned. Her hand unconsciously mimicked Rainbow's motions as she jerked your rod a bit more vigorously.

                                            >"Yeah? You weren't gonna. What are you stopping me for now?"

                                            >Rainbow fidgeted in place, looking between your lap and Scootaloo, seeming to plead with one or both of them.

                                            >Another audible gulp came from her throat before she spoke quietly.

                                            >"... It's my turn."

                                            >Well...

                                            >You were about to think to yourself that that was unexpected, but was it really?

                                            >At the point you'd accepted that you wanted dream Rainbow, it was almost inevitable...


                                            >Scootaloo's eyes narrowed as she looked at Rainbow in consternation.

                                            >"Seriously, Rainbow, what is wrong with you? We've talked about this before, and you were your usual awesome self, but now it comes down to it and you're shivering like a leaf?"

                                            >You'd kind of been wondering about this, yourself?

                                            >Why was your sister so hesitant, so subdued?

                                            >You'd never seen her like this. Where was this coming from?

                                            >Was it some kind of subconscious ideal you secretly held?

                                            >You didn't think so. Your sister was annoying as hell, but her confidence and skill had always been grudgingly admired.

                                            >Just because she showed you up all the time didn't mean you weren't proud of how great she was.

                                            >Huh.

                                            >Well, it was one thing to know that in the abstract, but putting into words like that...

                                            >Just how much did you admire Rainbow, anyway?

                                            >Your thoughts were interrupted as she finally, quietly, nervously answered Scootaloo.

                                            >"What if he hates it? What if he hates... Me?"

                                            >Uh...

                                            >You weren't expecting that. Scootaloo seemed to be a little more up on the matter, though.

                                            >"So you're worried he's gonna freak out, throw you out of his room, tell someone what we were doing?"

                                            >Rainbow nodded slowly. That was all well and good, but you were beginning to realize you had a growing problem.

                                            >"I've done everything I could think of, Scoots. Running around the house in basically nothing, keeping my shit tight and svelte, hanging out with him in settings where the convenient wardrobe is a swimsuit..."

                                            >Rainbow was rubbing her face, seemingly lost in a montage of frustration.

                                            >Meanwhile, Scoots had never stopped rubbing your dick this entire time, and it was getting intensely difficult not to just blow your wad.

                                            >You were gonna wake up to some laundry at this rate.

                                            >"We used to wrestle all the time..." Rainbow murmured.

                                            >Of course, you remembered the wrestling.

                                            >Practically every day since you were ten or so, Rainbow would come after you with the intent of 'taking you down'.


                                            >"It was... Really bad. I knew I shouldn't have done it, but it felt... He had his hands all over me. I'd let him win just so he'd hold me down. Hold me as tight as he could."

                                            >Jesus, brain...

                                            >You were doing a pretty could job of reproducing a simmering note of lust in your sister's quiet voice as she looked down on you.

                                            >It really should have been checking your own building feelings hard, but the wistful tone only served to quicken your heartbeat.

                                            >Scootaloo watched Rainbow's face intently, licking her lips and breathing heavily, seeming to drink in her idol's lust.

                                            >She was fully stroking your length now, no longer limiting herself your turgid base, and you bit back a whimper as her fingers brushed your sensitive head.

                                            >Shit, you were gonna pop like a cork.

                                            >What... Did Scootaloo and Rainbow know what was going on?

                                            >Were they still sitting on your couch?

                                            >Were you murmuring in your sleep, dick tenting your sheets?

                                            >You maybe, kind of wanted to wake up.

                                            >But you also maybe kind of thought it was pretty hot, the idea of Scootaloo glancing over at your supine form nervously, blushing at the sight of your throbbing rod.

                                            >The idea of Rainbow seeing the same thing was... Confusing.

                                            >You thought you knew how you would have felt a couple hours ago, but now it was... A little more complicated?

                                            >"He stopped wanting to do it a few years ago, and I was... Really sad, but kind of relieved, too? I don't know... How long I could have kept it that innocent. Once he started growing up, you know?"

                                            >You remembered this too.

                                            >It had gotten a little strange, Rainbow never really trying to win anymore. Just grabbing at you until you held her down.

                                            >Honestly, it got a bit boring winning all the time, and you figured she was letting you.

                                            >That hadn't sat right, feeling like a sop.

                                            >You didn't want pinning your sister down to be the only thing you were better at than her.

                                            >Now you could remember what if felt like, your body pressed against hers, hard here, soft there...


                                            >You blushed as you thought about those days a bit more clearly.

                                            >Grunts of exertion you thought might have been a bit too enthusiastic took on a new color when you recalled exactly where you'd been grabbing.

                                            >But she was your sister, so it wasn't weird, right?

                                            >Siblings messed around like that all the time, right?

                                            >It wasn't like... A sexual thing.

                                            >Except it seemed that it might TOTALLY be a sexual thing to Rainbow.

                                            >"We've gone this far, Rainbow. You're not a quitter, and you always find a way once you set your mind to something."

                                            >You watched Rainbow look at Scootaloo, determination slowly taking over her expression as the other girl smiled encouragingly.

                                            >"Yeah... I can't let myself down any more than I can anyone else, right?"

                                            >Your sister nodded to herself determinedly, then turned to look right at you.

                                            >You closed your eyes quickly, hoping she hadn't noticed they were cracked open.

                                            >No exclamations of surprise were forthcoming, though.

                                            >The dream didn't end.

                                            >Seems you were safe for now.

                                            >You felt a hand press lightly against your chest.

                                            >The touch was electric, goosebumps flaring up around the cool fingers.

                                            >Your sister must have been leaning over you, since Scootaloo's corresponding hand was still jerking rhythmically away at your shaft.

                                            >Suddenly, two things happened almost at once.

                                            >You felt a warm set of lips engulf the head of your cock, suckling gently as the tongue lapped against your tip.

                                            >You also felt another pair of lips brush against your own, rasping gently against the soft skin.

                                            >"Time to wake up, little bro..."

                                            >Your eyes opened wide, reflecting Rainbow's own surprise, but almost immediately squinted closed as Scootaloo's tongue brought you over the edge you'd been fighting against.


                                            "Fuck! Unnnnghhhhhhh...~!"

                                            >Your cock head swelled in Scoot's mouth, your first spurt hitting her in the palette.

                                            >Your toes curled as you felt Scootaloo jerk back in surprise, your rod popping out of her lips and spattering them with your next shot of batter.

                                            >"Damn it, Scoots..." Your sister murmured, clearly annoyed the other girl had taken advantage of the situation.

                                            >Her lips pressed harder against yours as your hips thrust by themselves, maybe hoping to be let back into the warm haven that had pushed you over the edge.

                                            >Your lips parted just as Scootaloo's did, your next wad pooping directly into her mouth before her lips descended over your twitching pole.

                                            >Rainbow's tongue slipped into your mouth as Scootaloo suckled on your tip, her cheeks hollowing as she greedily gulped down your load.

                                            >Meanwhile, your tongue fenced with your sister's.

                                            >Your hand reached out, doing as you'd wanted to earlier, your fingers running through Scootaloo's short hair at the nape of her neck.

                                            >Almost, you reached out to your sister as well.

                                            >You couldn't quite bring yourself to, though.

                                            >Rainbow was kissing you.

                                            >You were passive in all this.

                                            >Just letting it happen, even if you weren't exactly... Holding back on the kiss.

                                            >Stroking your sister's cheek felt like taking another step you might not be ready for.

                                            >You were also kind of clutching at the tatters of the fiction that this was a dream, still.

                                            >It was... You couldn't accept it yet.

                                            >Not that you were thinking all that clearly as Scootaloo worked your cock for all she was worth.

                                            >She really seemed intent on wringing over last drop of spunk out of your balls.

                                            >Since when did she know anything about how to handle a dick?

                                            >You'd always kind of assumed that she was... Playing for the other team?

                                            >Which had made your infatuation with her all the more frustrating and impossible.

                                            >But had you been making excuses for yourself?

                                            >I mean, you never even tried, right?


                                            >At the moment, however, your softening pole was popping out from between Scootaloo's white-stained lips, sagging between her fingers while she gulped audibly.

                                            >Her tongue flicked out to clean up the one shot of jizz that had escaped her mouth.

                                            >"Shit, Anon. You're kind of a gusher, huh? Warn a girl next time."

                                            >Rainbow's fingers dug slightly into your chest as she broke off the kiss, turning back to pin Scootaloo with a deadpan look.

                                            >"I told you I wanted to do that, Scoots."

                                            >She just grinned at your sister, and your brain seared the image of Scootaloo, your dick in her hand while your spunk stained her teeth into your mind forever.

                                            >You'd treasure it.

                                            >"Hey, I did all the work. Besides, I'm sure Anon'll be up and at 'em quick enough and you can have a turn."

                                            >She looked at you and winked, still grinning like she'd just placed first at the X-games.

                                            >You, no the other hand, were rapidly losing any hope that this was all some kind of elaborate fantasy.

                                            >Not sure, but you didn't think you could orgasm in a dream.

                                            "This is all real, isn't it? I'm not dreaming."

                                            >Rainbow turned back to look at you, a stricken look on her face.

                                            >Scootaloo just kept on grinning.

                                            >"Nope. It's all happening. You just made out with your sister while you blew a decent load in my hot little mouth."

                                            >Yeah...

                                            >You'd been afraid of that.

                                            >Absently running your fingers through Scootaloo's hair, you stared up at the ceiling, trying to process.

                                            >This was... What?

                                            >Bad?

                                            >You'd always wanted to fuck around with Scootaloo.

                                            >She was awesome, right?

                                            >Cute, sporty, with a down to earth attitude and a bit of snark thrown in for spice.

                                            >You were supremely okay with the fact that Scoots didn't mind.. No, outright enjoyed sucking your dick.

                                            >So, on the other side of things...

                                            >Rainbow Dash, your one and only sister, bane of your existence, wanted to bone down.

                                            >You should be horrified or something.

                                            >So... Why weren't you?

                                            >This kind of explained a lot, really.


                                            >How she always wanted to spend time with you.

                                            >Not just whenever she was home lately.

                                            >Like, always.

                                            >The skimpy outfits.

                                            >You never really thought about it, but she didn't dress that way at school.

                                            >Her pics on Smilebook were all layers, hoodies and board shorts.

                                            >The wrestling when you were younger, the constant hugs, hanging off of you whenever she could.

                                            >Why didn't you realize she followed you around like the proverbial puppy?

                                            >You'd certainly kicked her enough, but she kept coming back.

                                            >Thick skin and a deep familiar bond had always been your assumption.

                                            >Now you were realizing it might go a bit deeper than that.

                                            "My sister made out with me. I just... Didn't stop her."

                                            >Rainbow stiffened above you, and you could tell she was trying very hard not to react to your words.

                                            >They hadn't... You weren't trying to hurt her.

                                            >You were just trying to protect yourself...

                                            >"I dunno... Rainbow, was his tongue in your mouth."

                                            >Rainbow glanced at Scoots and nodded, not saying anything.

                                            >Scootaloo grinned at you, pressing a kiss on your flaccid pride before she leaned back up and stepped off the bed.

                                            >"Well, that sounds pretty reciprocal to me, Anon."

                                            >You felt the urge to weakly protest, but it was quickly replaced by the urge to stare as Scootaloo started stripping off her clothes.

                                            >Noticing your stare she giggled lightly before tossing her hoodie onto the couch beside her.

                                            >"What? You're basically naked. I just figured you might be a little more comfortable if we were on an even playing field."

                                            >She looked at your sister while grabbing the bottom of her shirt and nodded her chin at her.

                                            >"You, too, Rainbow." With that, she pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it after her hoodie.

                                            >Honestly, you had a pretty good idea of what Scoots might look like in the buff.

                                            >She was pretty much how you'd pictured her in what you know realized was the only true fantasy you'd had today.


                                            >A tight athlete's body, petite breasts, her nipples slightly larger than you'd suspected and jutting out stiffly...

                                            >No, this was not doing anything in the way of making you more comfortable.

                                            >Especially when Rainbow leaned away from you.

                                            >She had a lot fewer clothes to shed.

                                            >Her tank top was pulled off and discarded in a moment, and she peeled off her compression shorts just as quickly.

                                            >You could tell she was eager.

                                            >Why did she have to be so eager?

                                            >There were no surprises here, though.

                                            >For better or worse, you knew your sister's body like the back of your hand.

                                            >She hadn't changed much since the last time she'd called you into her room only for you to find out she wasn't exactly decent.

                                            >Rainbow and Scoots were honestly almost identical in body shape.

                                            >Your sister's breasts were a little fuller, her body a bit more toned...

                                            >Scoots had always been small, though, so it was no surprise she hadn't ever quite filled out to match her idol.

                                            >You weren't exactly complaining, either.

                                            >For whatever reason, you'd always thought Scootaloo had an amazing body.

                                            >As she stripped off her shorts and panties, you finally had to opportunity to fully appreciate it.

                                            >"There, isn't that better?" Scootaloo said, plopping back down on your bed and laying on her side facing toward you.

                                            >You weren't sure if better was the word.

                                            >In fact, when Rainbow mirrored Scootaloo's position on your other side, you were pretty sure a more appropriate word would be 'complicated'.

                                            "I don't think this really made anything better."

                                            >It wasn't a lie, exactly.

                                            >Scootaloo rolled her eyes, looked down at you, and then yanked your boxers off, tossing them off the bed.

                                            >"I beg to differ. We're all gonna get to know each other a bit better, okay? If you've got a problem with that, there's the door."

                                            >She gestured toward your door while at the same time pressing herself into your side, her arm falling over your chest.


                                            >You shuddered slightly, not sure if it was from the feeling of Scootaloo's naked form pressed against you, or the fact that Rainbow was again mirroring her.

                                            >Your sister's arm came to rest on your stomach, and while Scootaloo's seemed content to merely lay there, Rainbow's was a bit more forward.

                                            >Her hand roamed over your flesh, her fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps and raised hair in their wake as the seemed to be building a picture of you in her head like a blind person.

                                            >How long had she been waiting to touch you like this?

                                            >Hey... Wait a minute!

                                            >Did Scootaloo just tell you to get out of your own room if you weren't up for this?

                                            >That wasn't gonna fly.

                                            "If I've got a problem with that, I'll be showing YOU the door, Scoots."

                                            >You blinked.

                                            >Why had you called her that?

                                            >Had you just been thinking the nickname in your head so long it was how you thought of her all the time.

                                            >You might have made a mistake, because Scootaloo almost seemed to vibrate against your side with excitement.

                                            >"Aww, you're already calling me Scoots? Yes! I'm totally in. High-five, Rainbow!"

                                            >Hands slapped over your chest, but your sister was still silent, content to build a map of your body in her mind.

                                            >You felt Rainbow's head shift.

                                            >Hot breath bathed your ear, and your sister finally spoke, her words soft but sure.

                                            >"You're my favorite person, lil' bro. Ever since you were born, no exceptions."

                                            >Whoa.

                                            >That was... Kind of heavy.

                                            >You were an honest kind of guy, but you didn't really feel like telling your sister the feeling wasn't mutual.

                                            >Not after that kind of admission.

                                            "I love you too, sis."

                                            >It was true enough.

                                            >You did love Rainbow, in your own fashion.

                                            >Maybe not like she loved you, though.

                                            >Or maybe so?


                                            >You'd surprised yourself already with how little the idea bothered you.

                                            >Hell, you were laying here naked, letting your sister stroke your chest and stomach.

                                            >It might not be excitement, but that was a pretty strong level of acceptance, right?

                                            >Although, you might still just be in shock.

                                            >Riding the high of a Scootaloo stroke and suck...

                                            >Speaking of Scootaloo, you swore you could feel her intense gaze burning into your neck, and turned your head to look at her.

                                            >You almost leaned back when you did.

                                            >She was smiling hard enough to break her face, her grin so wide it almost seemed to split her whole head in half.

                                            >Creepy.

                                            "Scoots, stop that."

                                            >Man, you were being pretty taciturn.

                                            >Most guys would be pretty stoked to be laying between two hot naked girls, right?

                                            >Then again, this wasn't exactly that simple a situation.

                                            >You were feeling a bit restive.

                                            >"But it's cute. You're cute, and she's desperately cute when she's all piney and woebegone because she's trapped in a forbidden love. You have any idea how many times she's cried herself out into my shoulder, wishing she was someone else so it was okay to love you?"

                                            >Rainbow stiffened against your side before propping herself up on an elbow to glare over you at Scootaloo.

                                            >"S-shut up! I'm not... I don't whine and cry all the time, you know!"

                                            >Scootaloo wasn't smiling quite so wide, now.

                                            >"Just sometimes, right? When you can't take it anymore?"

                                            >Your sister stared at Scoots, who was looking at her steadily.

                                            >Neither one seemed to want to say more, and Rainbow was the first to crack.

                                            >Sniffing loudly, she slumped down and seemed to try to burrow into your side.

                                            >Scootaloo just sighed, looking at you and shrugging.

                                            >"You see how it is? You're just about the only thing that scares Rainbow. She's got too much to lose where you're concerned. So, being her friend, I decided to fix that."

                                            >Swinging a leg over your hips, Scootaloo heaved herself up to straddle you.


                                            >Rainbow seemed just as surprised with this move as you were, especially when Scootaloo's knee plowed into her side.

                                            >Her breath blew out against the side of your neck with a strangled 'Oof...!' as she curled further into your side.

                                            "Jesus, Scoots, watch it! You okay, sis?"

                                            >You couldn't help turning your head, your hand brushing Rainbow's hair away from her face to get a look at her.

                                            >A slightly pained grin was plastered over her visage, but she rubbed her cheek against the hand that had lingered there.

                                            >"Nothing broken, bro. Thanks for the concern."

                                            >You blushed for some reason, almost pulling your hand back.

                                            >But after a moments hesitation, you smiled back.

                                            >Your thumb slowly stroked your sister's jawline as she closed her eyes, a real smile gracing her lips.

                                            "Yeah, of course, Rainbow. Nothing weird about a little brotherly concern, right?"

                                            >Of course... There were a lot of weird things going on here.

                                            >Not the least of which was the soft smile on your sister's face stirring feelings that might not exactly fit the term 'brotherly'.

                                            >Meanwhile, Scootaloo watched this interaction with a smile of her own.

                                            >One might actually call it devious...

                                            >"Sorry about that, Rainbow. Anyway, eyes up here Anon. I've got a little proposal for you, okay?"

                                            >You slowly tore your eyes from Rainbow's contented face and looked up to Scootaloo.

                                            >It was an admittedly pleasant sight.

                                            >She smiled down at you, leaning forward slightly, one hand pressed lightly against your side for balance while the other sat at her hip.

                                            >You couldn't help appreciating her toned body, the curve of her hips, her perky little breasts...

                                            >Without quite knowing how it got there, your free hand found it's way to covering the hand she had on her hip.

                                            >Scootaloo bit her lip lightly, her eyes simmering into yours as she clutched lightly at your side.

                                            >"T-that's better, Anon..."


                                            >Her hand on your side felt good.

                                            >It was a welcome distraction from the other bits that were pressing against your lower belly so warmly.

                                            >You were fiercely trying to ignore the fact that it was feeling a little... Moist, down there.

                                            >"S-so! Um... You, like me, right Anon?"

                                            >You were surprised by the hesitance in Scootaloo's tone.

                                            >She'd seemed so confidant up until now, and this was what she got hung up on?

                                            "I mean, yeah. I'll admit I've had a bit of a crush on you for a while."

                                            >Try 'forever', but even now you didn't feel up to admitting that.

                                            >Her face lit up at this, her hand shifting out from under yours as they both made their way to your chest.

                                            >She leaned down over you, her hips scooting back slightly, and beamed at you.

                                            >"I knew it! Why didn't you ever say anything?"

                                            >You grimaced slightly, both from her sudden invasion of your personal space and memories you'd rather let die.

                                            >Screwing up your courage and walking up to her, only to chicken out at the last second.

                                            >Trying again, but Sweetie Belle's imperious gaze and Applebloom actually cracking her knuckles and glaring at you had broken your resolve more than once.

                                            >Of course, there was always that special bond between Scootaloo and your sister that always seemed to make everything more... Complicated.

                                            "I guess... I just thought you... Had better things to do. Than, uh, go out with a guy like me. Besides, you already had one Dash in your life."

                                            >You decided to leave it at that.

                                            >Saying something about not needing the inferior version as well sounded way too cringey.

                                            >You weren't trying for pity.

                                            >You fucking hated that.

                                            >It had been easier to just find less complicated girls than Scootaloo, even though you never lasted long with them.

                                            >You were 'cool' and 'exciting' for a little while, but your distance and lack of commitment always found you and whoever you were dating for the short time parting ways.


                                            >You'd even dated Diamond Tiara for a short time, but someone told you she was just doing it to get back at someone.

                                            >So, Diamond became the only girl in your string of dalliances you'd ever dumped.

                                            >Scootaloo leaned closer to you, smiling wryly.

                                            >"Well, I've got a secret for you, dude. I've liked you for a while, too."

                                            >You blinked, looking up into the eyes no more than a foot from your own, reading her sincerity.

                                            >"Besides, you might have noticed, not that she isn't totally awesome and all, but Rainbow's not exactly equipped for my needs."

                                            >Your eyes widened as you felt your sister wriggle against your side. Was she annoyed by the comment?

                                            "Oh. Well... Why didn't YOU say anything then?"

                                            >Snappy rejoinder there, Anon. Ugh.

                                            >Scootaloo looked to the side for a second. She actually seemed to be exchanging a glance with Rainbow.

                                            >"Well, you know how it is. I was nervous, and you always seemed to be going out with someone. The girls had a lot to say about you being some kind of player."

                                            >You felt the almost overwhelming urge to smash your head into something.

                                            >She hadn't asked you out because you were too busy thinking about her to keep it together with another girl?

                                            >Was the universe laughing at you?

                                            >"I'll admit I didn't exactly want to be another notch on your belt, Anon."

                                            "I didn't fuck any of them."

                                            >You blurted it out without even thinking.

                                            >Scootaloo just quirked an eyebrow.

                                            >You didn't think she quite believed you, for some reason.

                                            >Well, might as well spill the beans, since you'd admitted the most important part already.

                                            "Seriously. We messed around plenty, but I never actually, you know, did the deed. It's actually why a couple girls broke up with me. They wanted to fuck, but I wasn't really feeling it."

                                            >'Because I wanted you.' You thought, but even now it was too embarrassing to say.


                                            >Scootaloo cocked her head, giving you a thoughtful look.

                                            >"So Anon, one of the top athletes at our school and a veritable playboy, is a virgin. Okay then, I believe you."

                                            >Really?

                                            >Just like that?

                                            >"Truth is, I am too."

                                            >Whaaaat?

                                            >Scootaloo was a virgin? How?

                                            >She was so insanely nice, and cute as a button, and downright sexy as hell.

                                            >This didn't make any sense.

                                            >"I didn't really date a lot, you know. I mean, I did go out with Rumble for a while but... I think he might actually play for the other team, if you know what I mean."

                                            >She shrugged, her palms pressing lightly against your chest.

                                            >"I didn't mind, though. He was still nice, and I was kind of hung up on someone else anyway."

                                            >And then she winked at you.

                                            >Oh, that really wasn't fair.

                                            >You felt like bursting out laughing.

                                            >Or maybe crying.

                                            >There were a lot of emotions swirling around the old noggin right now.

                                            >Scootaloo looked at you for a few moments, but eventually she turned her head to the side.

                                            >"So, how about it, Rainbow? You done the old tail slide? Ever stuff it? Stick the landing?"

                                            >Your head turned to the side as well, seeing Rainbow's eyes boring into yours.

                                            >Her mouth opened and closed a few times, but no words came out.

                                            >Eventually she turned into your hand, your palm muffling her words not quite enough to not be heard.

                                            >"No. I was always busy with sports and the girls and stuff and..."

                                            >Her eyes locked with yours again through the curtain of her messy hair and you felt the urge to brush it back again.

                                            >"... I only ever really wanted you, anyway."

                                            >You could feel Rainbow's arm eel it's way under you as her other one snaked over your belly.

                                            >She crushed herself to your side, throwing her hip over yours in a seeming attempt to hold as much of herself against you as possible.

                                            >"See? She's so fucking cute, right Anon?"

                                            >Not really knowing what to do with it, you settled your arm over Rainbow's shoulder, your hand stroking her side absently as you looked back at Scootaloo.


                                            >"All that aside, how about that proposal, Anon? Want to hear it?"

                                            >You were still a bit out of sorts from all the information that'd been dumped on you.

                                            >Not to mention the two extremely attractive girls pressing an embarrassing amount of flesh against you.

                                            >It was getting harder and harder to stay focused, keep calm, keep from getting... Excited.

                                            >You knew it was a losing battle, though.

                                            >Certain things were already stirring in the background, and you weren't sure if you hoped Scootaloo would notice or not.

                                            "Sure, yeah, whatever you say, Scoots."

                                            >She grinned down at you before straightening up.

                                            >"Here's the deal, then, Anon. We're gonna make a little agreement. Whatever I do to you, you have to do to her."

                                            >A hand left your chest to gesture at your sister, who jerked her head up and stared at the girl.

                                            >You guessed Rainbow wasn't exactly in on this plan.

                                            >"And vice versa, of course. I know you want me, and I want you. But Rainbow's my girl, so since she wants you too, it's a package deal. You think you can handle that?"

                                            >Had you been expecting this?

                                            >Maybe you had.

                                            >Scootaloo might have been talking to you, running this whole show, but at the moment your eyes could only seek out your sister's.

                                            >Her shocked expression faded as she slowly looked toward you.

                                            >She wasn't pleading, but you could tell how much she wanted this anyway.

                                            >The things she'd said, while you were supposedly asleep and even afterward, painted a pretty clear picture.

                                            >Rainbow's love for you was different than the usual brother-sister bond.

                                            >Was it more?

                                            >Maybe, maybe not.

                                            >Did you feel the same?

                                            >... You honestly didn't know.

                                            >You didn't NOT feel the same?

                                            >Jesus, that was lame.

                                            >This wasn't exactly the kind of thing you could just go along with.

                                            >Most people would say you'd already gone too far.

                                            >Well... What if you had gone too far?

                                            >What if it was too late to stop, anyway?

                                            >Maybe the feeling of Rainbow pressed against you only left you wanting more?