Limestone can't catch a break


                                            >You are Anonymous Rock Pie; Rock farmer extraordinaire and you love the shit out of it.

                                            >Pickaxe wieldin'

                                            >Hard hat wearin'

                                            >Rock breakin'

                                            >Lemonade havin'-during-break-time

                                            >Dirty sweat wipin'

                                            >Dust gatherin'

                                            >Fit gettan'

                                            >Fuckin rock-farming-all-day Anonymous!

                                            >But don't tell anyone you said fuck, that's a paddlin'

                                            >You shouldn't get too excited about rocks... After all this isn't a crops kind of farm, it's not like people like their streets PAVED nice and SYMMETRICAL or anything, can't be first world without paved streets, ya' know?

                                            >You like to believe the rock farm is more important than say...

                                            >You shiver in disgust.

                                            >An apple orchard.

                                            >unrequited rivalries aside, you keep lifting that worn pickaxe and bringing it down as the sun beats down on your sweater.

                                            >Why a sweater in this blazing hot sun?

                                            >Well, if you drench clothes in water you can't overheat so long as it retains water, sure it makes you smell, like 10 times worse, but it means more time not baking in the sun and more rock gathering because your pa rarely hires outside help!

                                            >Har Har, work smart not hard!

                                            >You hear the beeping of your watch, signaling yet another job well done.

                                            >You load the rocks into the wheelbarrow and bring your last batch of the day around storage.


                                            >You open the doors and bring the wheelbarrow in.

                                            >You come face to ass with Limestone, your older sister.

                                            >Her overalls around her ankles.

                                            >butt completely bare to the world, lines of sweat clearly seen trailing a line on the dust stuck to her shapely rear.

                                            >Actually, her butt is all that can be seen, the upper half of her body seems to have been buried in many a fist sized rock.

                                            >You remove your hard hat and press it to your chest soberly.

                                            "And here lies poor Limey, she died a virgin."

                                            >She seems to hear you.

                                            >"H-Help!"

                                            >You sigh and begin the monotonous job of digging her out of there.

                                            >The sad thing about all this is, this isn't even the worst situation you've found Limestone in.

                                            >You won't beat around the bush.

                                            >She's a weirdo.

                                            >And this is considering the fact every one of your sisters is a weirdo in one way or another.

                                            >Marble is shy and barely talks at all besides vocalizing agreement.

                                            >Pinkie is well... Pinkie.

                                            >And Maud comes pre-packaged with no expressions whatsoever.

                                            >But Limestone? She's the Queen of weirdos, while the other girls have their quirks they still manage to apply themselves to something.

                                            >Not Limestone, she basically stays rooted to the farm, no friends, socially inept and crude and even here she half-asses work and manages to get into some really weird shit.

                                            >The quintessential weirdo.


                                            "AND YOU ARE SET FREE"

                                            >The dust covered girl takes a hungry breath, over-dramatic "Puah!" and everything, as she pushes herself from the pile and falls on her ass.

                                            >Quickly, she gets up and sets about pulling her overalls up, awkwardly keeping them up with one hand while she points at you with the other, her cheeks beet red.

                                            >"Y-You didn't see anything! I-I was just sorting the rocks w-when a huge gust of wind unbuttoned me, y-yeah! and pushed me into that pile, alright!? You didn't see anything!"

                                            "You were flicking the bean again weren't you?"

                                            >FYI, your sister has a thirst most dry.

                                            >"What!? N-No!" Her eyes dart left to right "I was jus-"

                                            >She stiffens as you walk up to her and put your dirty work gloves on her shoulders.

                                            >Her eyes widen as she starts breathing hot and heavy.

                                            >"You-YOu-you..."

                                            >You look her straight into her pale green eyes.

                                            >You moisten your lips and part them.

                                            >"A-Anon we can't..." she says this, but does nothing to stop it, in fact she gets closer.

                                            "Was this during work hours?"

                                            >"What!?"

                                            "Seriously, you need to stop doing that! That's it I'm docking your pay!"

                                            >"What pay? we work for chicken nuggets! Besides, you dingus, you wouldn't even have the authority!"

                                            "Well then..." you start firmly "I guess you'll have to make it up to me for skipping work while I busted my ass in the sun..."


                                            >Limestone gasps and shudders, her mind flooding with what might be in store.

                                            >"I-I'm getting really turned on right now..." Her glare betrays her words. "W-What do you want, bro~?"

                                            >You look her up and down, her overalls still unbuttoned, her silver hair messier than normal.

                                            >She fidgets slightly.

                                            >You know exactly what you want.

                                            "Next time mom makes tendies, I get your share. That or I tell Dad about your lazing about."

                                            >You smile and pat her cheek twice, kicking up dust and also leaving a mushed print on her face.

                                            >Nothing more left to say, you begin walking away from Limestone.

                                            >"No, c'mon, the mood was right! Don't leave, jerk!" She grovels.

                                            >"Don't take my tendies, Anon! I'll let you touch my breasts!" she points to her chest, small mounds hidden behind a worn shirt.

                                            >"How about a handy?" She smirks perversely while gesturing up and down with a closed hand.

                                            >"F-Fine, you asshole, I'll give you a gobby, alright!?" She chuckles "Pfft... "Gobby"..."

                                            >You falter.

                                            >The fuck's a "gobby"?

                                            >No matter, there is only one thing you love more than rock farming, and that's your mom's chicken tendies.

                                            >You walk into the setting sun as Limestone fumes in the background.

                                            >"There will be consequences!"


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                                            >You are Anonymous Rock Pie after a hard days work.

                                            >You try to relax in the living room, the TV set on and constantly flickering because /someone/ can't just settle and keeps shifting through the channels.

                                            >Baths had been taken, dinner had been served and your parents have already retired for the night.

                                            >The house is very quiet now that two of your sisters are away to "pursue higher education" or something.

                                            >Pinkie went to live with some relatives for easier access to school and because she was never too keen towards the farm's atmosphere.

                                            >She called it too "boring".

                                            >Maud also left temporarily to get her "Rockdorate" or whatever.

                                            >All that's left is you, Limestone and Marble.

                                            >Marble is always out after dinner, she seems to have retained her childish sleep habits.

                                            >So that leaves Limestone.

                                            >Splayed on the other side of the couch in nothing but a shirt and some boxer shorts, she keeps pressing the remote with one hand and scratching her exposed midriff with the other.

                                            >*Click*

                                            >*In other news; a man as been caught having illicit relations with a hor-*

                                            >"Boring."

                                            >*Click*

                                            >*Gosh darn it, Bobby!*

                                            >"Seen it."

                                            >*Click*

                                            >*It seems he reached out... and killed someone. YEAAA-*

                                            >"Trained his dog to do it."

                                            >*Click*

                                            >*-HAA HAA FOOlish SAH-MOO-RAI!*

                                            >*Click*

                                            >*Click*

                                            >*Click*


                                            >You can't take it anymore!

                                            "For the love of God Lime, if you can't choose just hand over the remote!"

                                            >"Nuh-huh, I won Rock-paper-scissors for it."

                                            >You curse yourself for always picking rock.

                                            >*Dental PLAN. Lisa needs bra-*

                                            >Alright screw this.

                                            >You lunge at her from your side of the couch but she manages to keep you at bay.

                                            >The both of you wrestle for that remote like this was the Thunderdome.

                                            >*Abogados! 555-55-*

                                            >*-tep by step to this devastating predator's takedown. Marvelo-*

                                            >*The Mallard Duck is the only animal known to reproduce exclusively through gang rape*

                                            >*You think that's air you're breathi-*

                                            >*Ahn~ ah~ yes~ fuck me!*

                                            >The two of you lock up in that instinctual fear of getting caught watching porn.

                                            "Chang- Change it! No you idiot don't just turn down the volume!"

                                            >"I'm trying you ass!"

                                            >She wasn't trying, she had her eyes glued to the screen

                                            >You try one last ditch to grab the remote, even if it got you in the compromising position of hovering over your sister.

                                            >"H-Hey, watc- ah..."

                                            >Limestone freezes at your proximity, dropping the remote to the floor, batteries flying off and rolling to God knows where

                                            "Fuck..."

                                            >"me."


                                            >After a full 30 minute search for the missing batteries you turn up nothing.

                                            >This shit is bad.

                                            >Not really bad, just really awkward.

                                            >Who the hell thought TVs without buttons was a good idea?

                                            >You sit your ass back down as a barely audible *Pizza delivery boy. I'm here to deliver that "sausage" you ordered* is heard from the TV followed by the beginnings of some really cheesy music.

                                            >...

                                            >No pun intended.

                                            >Limestone was no help whatsoever, preferring to watch the crap with a face that could only be described as "lecherous old man", with her breathing all out of whack.

                                            >Something wasn't right here, though, and it certainly wasn't the fact you caught your sister drooling.

                                            "Since when did we have a porno channel? There's no way dad would be willing to fork over 15 extra bucks for just one extra channel."

                                            >"Shh, you're drowning out the show."

                                            >... So that's it then, you're gonna watch porn with your sister.

                                            >Nah, screw that.

                                            >You get up.

                                            "Well, I guess it's about time I go to bed..."

                                            >You make your way around the couch before a slim and slightly calloused hand stops you.

                                            >"A-Anon, this put me in the mood, how a-about I join you...?"

                                            >You look down at your sister, face flush with desire, her lips moist and slightly parted, letting out ragged breaths.

                                            >"L-Let's do it like they d-do on the Discovery Channel~"

                                            >It takes almost all your willpower to not laugh at that line.

                                            >The rest of your power is put towards being impressed that she was able to say it with a straight face, well as straight a face as she can when she's basically got steam blowing out of her ears.

                                            "Nah, I'm good."

                                            >"C'mon Anon, let your sister take care of you after a long day..."

                                            "I'm good."

                                            >You yawn and leave her for your bed.

                                            >"Well, fine!"


                                            >After Anonymous left, Limestone pouted on the couch, X-rated content still playing on the screen.

                                            >She was quite certain the mood was right this time!

                                            >"He'll regret this!"

                                            >Limestone relaxes on the couch, the original plan might have failed but there isn't any reason to waste a perfectly good free trial...

                                            >Reaching under the cushion, the Pie sister pulled out the missing battery, and turned the volume up just a teensy bit.

                                            >*Oh shit, I'm sorry!*

                                            >Her hand was about halfway down her boxer shorts...

                                            >"S-Sis you've been r-rather noisy."

                                            >"Gah, M-Marble!?"

                                            >Limestone jumped up and fumbled with the remote.

                                            >*Sorry for what? Our daddy taught us not to be asha-*

                                            >"What were you..." Marble yawns into her hand "... Watching?"

                                            >"N-Nothing r-really, just a silly movie, well, I'm tired I'm going to bed!"

                                            >Limestone scratches the back of her head as she does damage control.

                                            >She's used to having Anon walking in on her, not Marble.

                                            >Damn!