My Little Sister (Complete)


                                            >You are Anon.

                                            >You've been living with your little sister Rainbow Dash for about a year now.

                                            >All because of a big 'fight' that happened between you and your parents, which started because you went to a party with your friends, and Rainbow Dash wanted to come along.

                                            >You were watching over her at the time, because your parents were gone, and said why not?

                                            >So, you went. And it was really fun!

                                            >Until you got home, and saw your parents vehicle parked in the driveway...

                                            >They had come back early.

                                            >Your friends knew it would be a bad idea to pull in and park, but you told her to anyway.

                                            >Might as well get it over with, you thought. There was no way they didn't recognize Spitfire's car, she had visited a few times in the past, so of course your parents knew what it looked like.

                                            >After she parked, you and Rainbow got out, and you told your friends to quickly leave, so they wouldn't somehow get dragged into whatever the hell you were about to go through.

                                            >After they pulled out and left, you heard the front door open.

                                            >Your parents were standing there.

                                            >You knew it was about to go down, more for you than Rainbow Dash. Because, of course.

                                            >They waited until you and her got to the door.

                                            >Obviously, they smelled the alchohol on you.

                                            >Your mom told Rainbow to wait upstairs, in her room.

                                            >And then, the world. Fucking. Ended.

                                            >Okay, maybe not. But, that's how you remember it.

                                            >So, long story... Still kind of long. You were forced, by your dear old pops, to move out.

                                            >Rainbow Dash was not happy with this, and refused to let you leave unless she went with you.

                                            >And, through some unknown force, they allowed it.

                                            >And now your here; in your, admittedly, great apartment.

                                            >You're currently eating some breakfast that you cooked up for you and Dash.

                                            >"You okay over there?" She asks, looking between you, and your nearly full plate.

                                            >Oh, right. You tend to forget how long it takes to recap a part of your life until you do it.

                                            "Yeah, I'm good. How's my sausage?"

                                            >"What?" She asks, blushing.

                                            "Y'know, the food you're eating?" Was it something you said?

                                            >"Oh! Yeah! It's good!" She says, relieved.

                                            "Thanks, but, you might want to slow down a bit." You say, concerned.

                                            >"Ahh, that was some of your best Bro!" She says, unaware that you said anything.

                                            "Yeah."

                                            >You're not really hungry anymore.

                                            >You then dispose of the rest of your breakfast.

                                            >"Wow! What a waste." She says, with dissapointment clear in her voice.

                                            "Yeah, yeah, starving kids an' all that."

                                            >"Not what I was thinking, but sure"

                                            >She probably, definitely, wanted that.

                                            >Meh.

                                            "So, anything you want to do?" You ask, wondering what she will come up with.

                                            >"Do you want to have sex?"

                                            >WHAT!

                                            "WHAT!?" You ask, terribly confused where that came from.

                                            >"I said, you want to play a game? Geez, calm down."

                                            >Oh... You could have sworn...

                                            "Uh, yeah, sure." Must've been your imagination.

                                            >...Wait, that would 'still' be weird!

                                            "What do you want to play?" You ask, as you both walk over to the living area.

                                            >"I dunno, but I want a challenge!" She exclaims.

                                            "Then I guess we'll play an old favorite of mine." You say, as you walk over to your humble collection of games.

                                            >"What's it called?" She asks.

                                            "Viva Piñata!" You say, and whip a game case in Dash's vision.

                                            >"That says 'Dark Souls'." She says, confused.

                                            "Yep! Dark Souls! Not the hardest game out there, but it'll make you work for those credits."

                                            >"Okay." She simply says, from her spot on the couch.

                                            >So, you insert it into your trusty 'P0ny Station 3', and start it up.

                                            >You would be playing it on the newer model, but the Remastered version left a lot to be desired.

                                            "Alright! Now create your character!" You say, as you sit.

                                            >"Oh, this is gonna be so cool!" She says, swinging her legs against the couch.

                                            >Oh, it'll be 'cool' alright. Hehe.

                                            >Roughly twenty minutes later...

                                            "Oh! He looks... Cool." You say.

                                            >"Y-yeah!" She stammers.

                                            >He looks like he's supposed to resemble 'you'.

                                            >Weird choice. I'm sure she could've made a cool warrior lady or something, so why?

                                            >Oh well, maybe she couldn't think of a design, and just used you as a reference.

                                            >She finally starts the game.

                                            >"I'm already in a cell!?" She says, to no one in particular.

                                            "Of course! Why wouldn't you be?" You ask, messing with her.

                                            >"Uugh!" She groans in frustration at your joke.

                                            >A few minutes later.

                                            >"What is that!" She asks, wondering about the fat demon with a hammer.

                                            "He's your pal." You say.

                                            >"Yeah right!" She says, before getting hit.

                                            "You'll never beat him with just your fists. You say.

                                            >"Watch me." She says.

                                            >Twenty five minutes later!?

                                            "It's called diminishing returns, Dash. You're practically 'losing' coolness at this point."

                                            >"You know you love it." She says, as the boss falls, defeated.

                                            "Damnit. I should've known you would make this harder on purpose."

                                            >"There's only one way to be the best!" She says.

                                            "Well, you're going to want to finish the whole tutorial anyway, unless you want to play barehanded the whole way through." You say, still unconvinced that you actually sat through twenty-some minutes of fisting.

                                            >"Yeah, sure I guess." She says.

                                            >One tutorial later.

                                            "And we're back!" You say, throwing your arms in the air.

                                            >"What?" She asks. "What do you mean?"

                                            "Nothing. So, which direction will you go?"

                                            >"Uhh, I'll go up these stairs I guess."

                                            >One drake encounter, and a million hollows later.

                                            >"Who's that?" She asks from her spot on your lap.

                                            "A Black Knight, so you better run." You warn her.

                                            >"Run? Is 'that' how you play these games?" She asks.

                                            "No, but, I've also played for a lot longer. Good luck, I guess." You say, fully expecting her to die in a few seconds.

                                            >One Black Knight, and two rare drops later.

                                            "They always told me the Devil would be attractive." You say. In awe that she hasn't died even once.

                                            >"You okay?" She asks, patting your hand, as if to make sure you're actually still there.

                                            "Yeah, I'm good... You picked the Master Key as your starting gift right?" You ask, an idea forming in your head.

                                            >"Mmhmm, why?"

                                            "Just open that door in front of you."

                                            >"Okay."

                                            >One trip to the tower's basement later.

                                            >"That guy looks awesome! Look at his weapon, it's huge!"

                                            "Y-yeah, l-look at it. You say, afraid that she'll somehow win, and make you look like a fraud compared.

                                            >About seventy parries later. unupgradedweapons.jpg

                                            "Well! That sure was fun!" You say, as you take the controller from her hands and exit the game, then place her next to you on the couch so you can power off the console.

                                            >"What the hell!?" She complains. "I wasn't finished playing!"

                                            "Shh shh, it's okay." You say, patting her on the head to calm her down.

                                            >"Uh- wh- what are you-" She's blushing furiously.

                                            "We're so close..." You say, leaning in slightly, with your hand resting on her head.

                                            >"..." She doesn't respond, she just waits, unmoving, unblinking.

                                            "To bed time." You say, with a smile.

                                            >Her eyes widen.

                                            "I'm exhausted!" You say, finally standing normally.

                                            >Her heartbeat returns to safe speeds, and she silently wonders what just happened.

                                            >She had a small urge to get... Closer. In the moment.

                                            >She's never felt something like that. And she has completely forgotten that she was playing a video game at all.

                                            "Maybe I should've made dinner for dinner instead of breakfast, huh?" You say, looking out the window, into the darkness.

                                            >She says nothing.

                                            "Hm?" You wonder why she hasn't said anything in a bit, as you turn.

                                            >Completely unknown to you, this sparked something in her. Or at least, re-kindled it.

                                            >"Yeah, it is pretty late. Goodnight!" She says, then walks, slightly faster than normal, to her bedroom.

                                            "Goodnight..." You say, confused why she left so suddenly.

                                            >So, now your standing here.

                                            >Why are you just standing there?

                                            >Guess you'll just go to sleep too.

                                            >As you walk to your bedroom, you put an ear to Dash's door.

                                            >...Nothing.

                                            >What were you expecting?

                                            >No clue.

                                            >You enter your room

                                            >As you lay in your bed, you think about your interaction with Dash.

                                            >It wasn't too weird, right?

                                            >You were just joking around.

                                            >Though now that you think about it, that was a strange reaction, unusual at least.

                                            >You would probably go quiet too, if someone leaned really close to your face.

                                            >...Yeah, it was weird.

                                            "I'll just apologize in the morning." You say, drifting into sleep.

                                            >Unbeknownst to you, There was another weight on your bed, later in the night.


                                            >Why is your bed so comfy? And your teddy bear extra snuggly?

                                            >...Wait, you don't own a teddy bear.

                                            >You open your eyes, and find that you're cuddling Dash in your arms.

                                            >!

                                            >When did this happen!?

                                            >You must've moved, because she opens her eyes slowly, looking at you.

                                            "Dash... Correct me if I'm wrong, but, isn't this a two bedroom apartment?" You say, trying not to overreact.

                                            >"Uhh, th- there was a... Storm. and I got scared?" She says, hoping you're tired enough to buy it.

                                            >Well, you're a pretty light sleeper, so it's safe to assume there was no storm.

                                            "One: aren't you a little old to be afraid of a storm? And two: I might've believed you, if you actually believed that yourself." You say, still unsure why she decided to sleep in your bed. With 'you'.

                                            >"Well, I was thinking about last night, and, I kind of liked... Being close to you. Is that weird?" She asks, blushing, but genuinely curious.

                                            >Your not sure what she means by that, or don't want to, you're not sure which.

                                            >But, you'd be lying if you said being this close wasn't enjoyable.

                                            >She's your sister! Your little sister! Should you really enjoy being this close to her?

                                            >Wait wait wait... What are you thinking? You were just kidding around last night, you had no idea it would affect her like this.

                                            >But, you have to say something.

                                            "No... It's not weird. It's normal to like being close to your family, right?" There was an attempt.

                                            >"Your right!" She says, relieved. "It isn't weird!"

                                            >Well, at least it 'wasn't' weird.

                                            "...You think we should get up?" You say, eager to do 'something', 'anything'.

                                            >"Yeah." She simply says, still slightly embarrassed.

                                            >After awkwardly removing yourself from her, since you were still holding her, you get up, and make some pancakes for breakfast.


                                            >As your sitting at the table, enjoying a quiet -not awkward!- breakfast, you continue pondering on your recent 'moments' with Dashie.

                                            >Dashie?

                                            >Whatever. That's not the weirdest thing that's happened as of late. You might keep that one to yourself though.

                                            >"Hey, you actually finished your food this time! Hehe..." She says, trying to spark a conversation.

                                            >You look down to find-

                                            >An empty plate.

                                            >Guess you were pretty hungry from skipping out yesterday.

                                            "Yeah, I..." You don't know what to say right now.

                                            >Maybe you're misinterpreting her feelings for you.

                                            >The fact that you're even having this thought process is unsettling.

                                            >Maybe she's just confused?

                                            >You don't want to write off her feelings as just confusion though. And that's assuming there are romantic feelings at all.

                                            >What about you? What are 'your' feelings for her?

                                            >...This isn't right. There's something wrong with that.

                                            >She only 'just' turned fifteen, for crying out loud!

                                            >You're nineteen!

                                            >Why would your parents ever agree to something like this?

                                            >You haven't really thought about it too much. Let alone recently. You've basically purged it from your mind.

                                            >But, maybe if you think back, there'll be a reasonable explanation.


                                            >About one year ago...


                                            >"And where were you?" Your mom asks, but, she has a good idea where.

                                            "W-well-" You start.

                                            >"Shut up." She 'sorta' calmly says. "Just get inside, before I make you." She warns, nearly shaking with fury.

                                            >Meanwhile, Bow is content to let Windy do most of the talking.

                                            >"Go wait in your room upstairs, okay sweetie?" Coos Windy, seeing that Dash is a little scared.

                                            >You and Dash meet eyes for a moment.

                                            >You can tell that she's really worried for you, but that's about all you find, before she makes her way upstairs.

                                            >Once you can no longer see Dash, having disappeared up the stairs, they begin laying into you.

                                            >"Sit down Anon," Your father says, or rather, demands. "Now, I'm not gonna sugarcoat it, your in trouble"

                                            >You know that tone.

                                            >And, he didn't call you "Son", so you know you're pretty much fucked.

                                            "Yeah, I figured I-"

                                            >"Just. Sit. Down." He says, quickly losing patience.

                                            >You don't have to tell 'me' thrice.

                                            >No one notices, but, Dash is at the top of the stairs, out of view.

                                            >So, you sit, at the end of the table that faces the living room, your parents sitting on either side.

                                            >"So," your mom begins, calmed down only a little. "What the 'hell' were you thinking?"

                                            >Looking at both of them, you wonder if your final judgement is nigh.

                                            "I... *Sigh* I fucked up." You admit. "But, I 'promise' you, that it'll never happen again." You say, sincerely.

                                            >"I believe you." Your dad says.

                                            >"Honey?" Your mom is not sure where he's going with this.

                                            "Really?" You ask, shocked at what you just heard.

                                            >"Because your outta here." He says, with finality clear in his voice.

                                            >You're... Outta here?

                                            >"Wait, that's too much." Your mom says, shifting uneasily, knowing that something will - or already has - snapped in her husband.

                                            >"Too much?" He asks, looking directly at your mom. "He took her to one of those trashy parties!" He exclaims, getting heated.

                                            "I didn't want to leave her 'here'! She's too young to stay home alone!" You say, trying to get some footing in this.

                                            >"And it didn't occur to you, that you didn't 'have' to go to a damn party!" He says, ready to stand at any moment.

                                            "It... Didn't." You say, now wondering why you thought that was a good idea.

                                            >"Of course! All you trashy no-lifes think the same way!" He shouts, now standing.

                                            >"Honey! He's our son!" She says, standing as well.

                                            >"You think I care!?" He yells. "He clearly doesn't care about our daughter!" He states, his overprotective nature clouding his judgement slightly.

                                            >You stand, making the third time the charm.

                                            "Don't you dare yell at her!" You say, having heard enough. "Talk to 'me' motherfucker! Did you see any injuries on Rainbow Dash!?" You ask.

                                            >"You don't raise your voice at me, you shit!" He says.

                                            "Answer me!" You demand.

                                            >"That doesn't mean anything! Don't try to turn this on me!" He deflects, not giving up, and unable to understand that you meant well, with how heated he is.

                                            "It means I took care of her! She had fun! Why do you have to take that away!?" You beg.

                                            >"Okay, we have to settle down." She says, done with this argument.

                                            "As soon as he admits that I'm right! But, not that it matters! Since I'm "Outta here"!"

                                            >"No, you don't have to leave. That was just the heat of the moment." She says.

                                            >"No, he's leaving." He says.

                                            >"What!?" She asks.

                                            >"He needs to get his own place! I'm done supporting an ungrateful brat!" He says, leaving no room for debate.

                                            "Fine." You say.

                                            >"Huh?" Your mom didn't expect that at all.

                                            "If this is how you react when I try to show Dash a good time, then I'm out. I want no part of this anymore."

                                            >"Don't leave big bro!" You hear, from the stairs.

                                            >You all look over to where she is, at the foot of the stairs.

                                            >She has tears running down her face.

                                            >"I thought I told you to wait in your room?" Your mom says, not liking what she sees one bit.

                                            >"Please don't make him leave!" She begs, as she runs over to you.

                                            >She's now hugging your torso for dear life, what she can reach, being smaller than you.

                                            >"I'm sorry Dashie, but, he's leaving." He says, heart aching slightly.

                                            >Yeah, you bet he's 'really' sorry.

                                            >"Then I'm going too!" She says.

                                            >You lean down, to properly hug her.

                                            >"What!?" They both ask.

                                            >"I won't be happy unless you let me go with him!" She says, looking back at them.

                                            >"No, you're not-" He starts.

                                            >"Fine. Deal." Your mom says.

                                            >Dash's eyes light up.

                                            >"You can't be serious!?" He asks, flabbergasted.

                                            >"Yes! I am. You can see how much he cares about her." She says, gesturing your way.

                                            >"So? He just gets to leave with our daughter!? You're not thinking rationally." He says, hoping to change her mind.

                                            >"Have you forgotten that he's our son?" She asks.

                                            >"Of course not! This is just ridiculous!"

                                            >"Well, you don't make all the decisions around here. And you know Rainbow Dash would be miserable any other way." She says.

                                            >You're now just sitting at the table, trying to calm down Dash.

                                            >By the time you've calmed her down, they came to a decision.

                                            >"Son..." He starts.

                                            >You look up from your spot on the chair.

                                            >"I went too far, and now that I think more level-headedly about it, I..."

                                            >"Go on." Your mom says, a tiny smile barely visible on her face.

                                            >"I think your responsible enough to take care of Dash, you're gonna have to be, since she's refusing to let you go alone. And I know how stubborn she can be, so there's no way around it, 'if' you still decide to go. That's 'your' choice now." He says.

                                            >"And?" She asks.

                                            >"I'm sorry for calling you trash, that wasn't right." He says, disappointed in himself, and the order in which he said those things. Priorities an' all.

                                            "..."

                                            >You look to your mom, and see pleading eyes staring back.

                                            "I forgive you." You say, looking towards Bow. "I'm in no position to be cold about this, since it's all my fault in the first place."

                                            >They both sigh in relief.

                                            >"We do have one condition though." He says, grabbing yours and Dash's attention.

                                            "Hmm?"

                                            >"Dash. Sweetie. If you 'ever' want to come back home, don't let 'anything' stop you from calling us, okay?" He softly says.

                                            >"Okay!" She says, beaming. "I promise!"

                                            >You all smile at the sight.


                                            >About one year later...


                                            >"Big bro?" She asks. "Why are you smiling?"

                                            >You look across the table to her.

                                            "Oh, I was just remembering something."

                                            >"Like what?" She asks, innocently.

                                            "Don't worry about it." You say, reaching over to pat her on the head.

                                            >Are you doing that too much? It just looks so pat-able, you can't help it.

                                            >She doesn't react as much, only getting slightly red.

                                            >Hmm? Oh well. Your intention wasn't to fluster her anyway, it was just an impulse.

                                            >Regardless of your intent, there must be a reason for her paltry reaction.

                                            "Penny for your thoughts?"

                                            >You can't just move on from what happened earlier.

                                            >You're gonna try to ease into it, whatever 'it' is.

                                            >She focuses on you, she made up her mind when you were spacing out.

                                            >"Y-you know how mom and dad love each other?" She asks, glowing.

                                            "Yeah, why?" You ask, nervously.

                                            >"Well, is it okay if... I love..." She hesitates.

                                            >Is this?...

                                            "Y-yeah?" You ask, heart picking up.

                                            >"If... I love 'you'?... T-the s-same way?" She nervously stutters, closing her eyes.

                                            >...

                                            >You take a deep breath, and begin to think.

                                            >This came to be, all because of your teasing yesterday.

                                            >And already, you have to confront her romantic feelings for you, and maybe even yours for her.

                                            >This is too soon.

                                            >So, do you love her?

                                            >Yes. As a brother.

                                            >But, there's more, isn't there?

                                            >You 'know' there is.

                                            >So why can't you say it?

                                            >She opens her eyes

                                            >They're full of tears

                                            >"Bro?" She questions, tears crawling their way down.

                                            >Decision time.

                                            "Yes, it's okay. And... I love you too, Dashie." You say, holding her hand.

                                            >You still can't believe this is happening.

                                            >Your heart feels like it's about to give, but, it can't beat quick enough at the same time.

                                            >No going back now, you love this girl; Your sister.

                                            >Her eyes widen.

                                            >Suddenly, she runs off.

                                            >You're too shocked to try and stop her in time, as she locks herself in her bedroom.

                                            >...

                                            >You stand up, and consider the following.

                                            >Either she ran off because she 'does' love you, and it was too much to bear at the moment, so she ran off to get some space and think.

                                            >Or, she doesn't love you, which wouldn't make any sense, having basically admitted it.

                                            >The former wins out.

                                            >So, you walk over to the couch, and have a seat.

                                            >As much as you want to just check on Dash, she needs time to, hopefully, carefully sort out her feelings.

                                            >Forty five minutes later...

                                            >Okay, time to check on her.

                                            >You rise from the couch, and pop your bones due to inactivity.

                                            >Upon reaching her door, you knock, no hesitation.

                                            "Hey, Dash, You okay?" You ask, confident that she would hear you.

                                            >...Nothing

                                            >If you know her, she's definitely not asleep, it's daylight out after all. And she probably got too excited for a nap.


                                            >You are Rainbow Dash.

                                            >And you still can't believe he said it.

                                            >You power off your phone and remove your earbuds, face still alight with embarrassment, and not in your right mind.

                                            >You've had this feeling for a long time, you've always loved your big bro!

                                            >It's only 'now' that you realize how much...

                                            >You hug your Pegasus plushie close to your chest.

                                            >Dad got it for you when you were younger, and you decided to keep it with you when you moved with big bro.

                                            >It's from a cartoon that you watched when you were little.

                                            >But, you're too old for that now! You're basically an adult already!

                                            >...You can't even distract yourself for long, without thinking about him... You're awesome big brother. That's why you just-

                                            >"Hey, Dash, you okay?" You hear, with genuine concern in his voice.

                                            >You 'have' been laying here for awhile.

                                            >And you're too excited to even take a nap! One of your favorite things to do 'ever'!

                                            >...

                                            >Stop stalling Dash! You need to show him that you love him!

                                            >Cheeks aflame, you stand up, and make a big decision.


                                            >You are Anon.

                                            >And you start to walk away, assuming that she fell asleep somehow.

                                            >You hear the door open, just as you turn.

                                            >She stands there, no traces of the tears from earlier, totally red in the face.

                                            >From embarrassment or anger? Who knows.

                                            >She closes the distance between you, and reaches up to kiss you on the lips, standing on her tippy toes to do so.

                                            >You're too shocked to really do much except stand there.

                                            >After a moment, you regain enough composure to return the gesture. Now holding her modest hips.

                                            >She lets out a small moan through her lips.

                                            >You use this moment to slip your tongue into her mouth, losing yourself in your love for her.

                                            >She gasps, and starts to feel tingly down there...

                                            >She begins rubbing her now moist thighs together, trying to scratch a forbidden itch.

                                            >You move your hands to her ass and squeeze.

                                            >She mewls, and clasps her arms around your neck.

                                            >"Big bro..." She says, breathlessly, breaking away from the kiss. A new gleam in her eyes. "Do to me w-what dad d-does to mom."

                                            "D-Dashie?" You ask. "That's only for adults..." You say, not reacting as much as you should to that suggestion.

                                            >"Then m-make me an adult." She says, the reddest she's ever been.

                                            >...To turn her down now, would cause more harm than good...

                                            >You lift her up, causing her to yelp and instinctively wrap her legs around your waist.

                                            >By the time you reach your bedroom and set her on her feet, she's almost drooling.

                                            >She quickly removes her clothes, and lays down on her back.

                                            "Are you sure about this Rainbow?" You ask, now hesitating slightly.

                                            >"Y-yes, now please, f-fuck me." She says, almost rehearsed.

                                            >Jesus...

                                            >You think a bit as you undress.

                                            >As much as you 'can' think, in this insane situation!

                                            >You wish you could say this was a long time coming - Maybe it even is - But, it's not like you're taking advantage of her, right?

                                            >You're hoping your... Not so innocent teasing, now that you think about it, wasn't the turning point, though it probably was.

                                            >...No. This has to have started before, you have no clue 'when' though.

                                            >"Looks like times up" you think, as you remove your last piece of clothing.

                                            >You can stall no longer.

                                            >Looking up at Dash, her eyes are lowered to your waistline, looking nervous and hungry.

                                            >How can she even have thoughts this dirty?

                                            >She's so young, 'something' has to have influenced her.

                                            >It doesn't matter now. Regardless of what brought you here, you need to see it through, if only for her, and because you love her. No matter how young she is.

                                            >You finally get on the bed with her, and move over so that you're just in front of her open legs.

                                            "Dash, you haven't been watching dirty videos on your phone, have you?" You ask, the question suddenly appearing in your mind.

                                            >"Uhh, y-yeah, I have." She says.

                                            "Wait, when?" Maybe not the best time to ask, but you're curious.

                                            >"J-just a bit ago actually. I knew for sure I loved you after you teased me last night, and I wanted to do something s-special for you. Weird, I know." She says, clearly embarrassed.

                                            >...

                                            "I don't deserve you, Dash. You're too cool for me." You say, smiling slightly.

                                            >She laughs a bit, still flushed.

                                            "Okay... You ready?"

                                            >"Yeah." She says, less nervous after that moment. Pure love in her heart.

                                            >You position yourself between her legs, and after a moment, begin rubbing your thumb up and down her lower lips, drawing more moisture from her.

                                            >"Hahhhh~" She coos, nearly ready.

                                            >After a bit more foreplay, you move closer, until your shaft is at point-blank range with her.

                                            >And, after sharing a look with her to silently question, one last time, if she was sure about this, you saw only lust in her eyes, and began to enter her.

                                            >You're met with only slight resistance, not surprising, since your dripping at this point.

                                            >"Ahhhhh~! T-t-that feels amazing, b-big bro!" She cries out, addicted to this new sensation.

                                            >She winces slightly as you slide further in, so you kiss her to divide her attention, trying to make this as painless as possible for her.

                                            >There are no more setbacks by the time you reach the halfway mark. Gotta take it slow, to let her get accustomed to your size, which you're a little surprised is fitting so easily.

                                            >"P-pl- *pant* go f-faster, please, bro!" She begs, almost pushing against you.

                                            >So much for that.

                                            >You start playing with her breasts as you slide further in, until you feel one last resistance.

                                            >She doesn't seem to notice it though, in a world of her own, heart soaring to new heights.

                                            >You break through, as gently as you can, making her come to her senses.

                                            >"Nnngh" She cringes slightly.

                                            "S-sorry." You say, relieved that she only reacted 'that' much.

                                            >"I-it's fine, k-keep going." She says, already over it.

                                            >You pin her wrists, and close the remaining distance between you, fully hilting yourself inside her.

                                            >Her eyes widen, she's excited by the thought of being pinned under her big bro, with no choice but to take whatever he gives her.

                                            >"Oh, g-god, yes! Take me big bro!" She pleaded, her mind in a frenzy from pleasure.

                                            >You start moving, nearly sliding out completely, before quickly hilting again and repeating the motion.

                                            >She's gripping you like a vice, you won't last long at this rate.

                                            >She wraps her legs around you, leaving only enough room to continue thrusting.

                                            >Her tongue lolls out, her eyes going cloudy from the sensations.

                                            >After a bit, you feel yourself getting close.

                                            >How has she not finished yet?

                                            >"C-come inside me, b-big bro!" She whimpers, barely coherent enough to speak.

                                            >Even in this state, that concerns you a little.

                                            >Not enough to stop you though.

                                            >She's getting close, you can feel it, and so are you.

                                            >You kiss her passionately, and keep thrusting her until she orgasms, clenching you enough to send you over the edge.

                                            >She cries out into your mouth, eyes rolling back from ecstasy, as you pour yourself into her womb.

                                            >You collapse next to her, and hold her close.

                                            >After you both regain your senses, she pulls back and looks at you.

                                            >"T-that was..." She starts, still trembling. "I l-love you s-so much, big bro." She says, smiling as she sheds tears of joy, before cuddling you and falling asleep.

                                            "I love you too, my little sister." You say, feeling spent as well.

                                            >You've come to terms with this, and you don't care what anyone else thinks. They would never understand the love that you two have.

                                            >As long as you can lay here with the sister you love, nothing else matters.

                                            >Without a shred of regret in your heart, you drift off into a peaceful morning slumber.


                                            >Epilogue.


                                            >It's been one year since you and Dash confirmed your love for each other, and you've only gotten closer in that time.

                                            >Thank god she didn't get pregnant, that'd be a lot to handle.

                                            >Not long after you and Dash did the deed, your parents visited for the first time in months.

                                            >They found out what happened, apparently they were contacted by your landlord, with reports of loud noises in your apartment.

                                            >Obviously, they rushed over.

                                            >But, after talking about it, with a bit of shouting involved, you were surprised to find that Windy was actually supportive of your love!

                                            >Of course, Bow was shocked.

                                            >In the end, she convinced him. Saying: "As long as my babies are happy, 'I'm' happy."

                                            >This brought you to tears.

                                            >So, they decided to help you and Dash buy a house of your own, not wanting you to live in that apartment for another moment.

                                            >And now, you're currently eating breakfast with Dash.

                                            >"Ahh, I'll never get tired of your pancakes!" She says, stuffed.

                                            >Sounds familiar...

                                            >"You okay?" She asks, eyeing your plate for a second.

                                            "Yeah, I was just remembering something."


                                            >End.

                                            >https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TtGY4G7II6s