Sister Applejack by Anonymous


                                            >Be anon, best brother of the Apple family

                                            >Phone is out of juice but you gotta check the races

                                            >not_a_gamble_when_its_fixed.whinny

                                            >AJ foolishly puts her phone down long enough to grab it

                                            >AJ uses the same password for everything

                                            >Greeted by pics of you in the bath.

                                            >How did she even take these??

                                            >Applejack turns back and sees her secret is revealed

                                            >AJ's shock wears off the moment you start swiping through her pics.

                                            >Seriously-some of these angles seem impossible

                                            >You and AJ spend a minute playing phone keep-away

                                            >You, being ticklish, were destined to lose

                                            >Phone safely retrieved, you both breath

                                            >Oh Celestia this talk will be awkward.

                                            >Maybe you could just take a toaster into the bath, escaping this forever.

                                            >No, the best Apple brother never surrenders--why is AJ sitting like that?

                                            >AJ is smiling right at you as she languidly stretches in her new position

                                            >Apparently she is just fine with talking

                                            >this_is_a_trap.ackbar

                                            ret out, there is not even an attempt at hiding what's happening

                                            >This is your sister

                                            >Need to keep her on the Right Path (TM)

                                            >Make her promise to not let you see her taking more pics like that

                                            >She promises immediately

                                            >too fast

                                            >Make her promise to look outside the local gene pool for material

                                            >Her blush could have set the orchard on fire

                                            >The lip bite and longing stare as you prepared to retreat from the room was telling

                                            >This is far from over

                                            >The days that follow are a testament of man's undying willpower

                                            >Every morning AJ makes sure you see her stretching for her new yoga routine

                                            >Bathroom doors are always "accidentally" open

                                            >Scientists are baffled as "friendly sibling skinship" accelerates to levels previously thought impossible

                                            >The assault is relentless

                                            >spirit_willing_but_flesh_weak.chromo

                                            >You are danger of failing as a brother

                                            >Like a piranha in bloody water, your sister gives you no rest

                                            >Who will you save you from this soft yet well-toned hell?

                                            >Desperate times call for stupid measures

                                            >Corner AJ instead of the reverse (how novel)

                                            >Propose a contest of skill to resolve things

                                            >Interest is piqued

                                            >Terms are set

                                            >As the challenged, AJ names the contest: Liver strength

                                            >Bottles of AJ's namesake are pulled from the cellar

                                            >Glasses cleaned and prepped

                                            >The prizes are agreed to beforehand

                                            >When you win, this hormonal tsunami ends with AJ getting a boyfriend

                                            >(who is NOT you; you are one to AJ's slippery language after the third mid-shower bathroom invasion)

                                            >If your sister defies the order of the world and pulls a win, you will escort her on a date

                                            >A list of date requirements is in a sealed envelope

                                            >It glows with a malevolent aura (probably)

                                            >You both pour the first glasses and knock the liquor back

                                            >shot after shot streams down your throat

                                            >You always held your drink better than anyone else in the family

                                            >AJ cannot win against her best brother!

                                            >Yet she keeps pouring. Drinking. Repeating.

                                            >Your grip becomes unsteady

                                            >Vision blurs

                                            >Her pour technique remains solid

                                            >are you.. are you about to..

                                            >N-no. This cannot be. You are invincible!

                                            >With a roar more like a drunken groan, you lift a final shot to your mouth, only to throw the liquor into your face.

                                            >The glass falls from your hand

                                            >The clink of glass rolling on the floor is the signal

                                            >Somehow. Impossibly, your liver was outdone.

                                            >By_a_thousand_cuts_did_Rome_fall.papyrus

                                            >She shakily raises her hands in traditional Apple sign of victory

                                            >Then throws up

                                            >Which makes you throw up

                                            >Great...

                                            >Date night cometh

                                            >AJ had been giving you looks these past few days

                                            >Looks best described as "voracious"

                                            >At least the bathroom was safe again

                                            >The (probably evil) list of date requirements was before you

                                            >There would be dancing

                                            >Fancy clothes

                                            >Brand name alcohol

                                            >Absolutely no mention of your blood relation

                                            >Or the obvious wrongness of what you would be doing

                                            >Kissing was on the menu. AJ expected tongue (that part was underlined)

                                            >You would belong to her for the entire night.

                                            >How far you have fallen from the tree as the best Apple brother.

                                            >Attempts to commute your date to a less intimate situation were immediately cut off

                                            >AJ was only willing to raise the intimacy level, never lower

                                            >She leaned in and foldered her arms beneath her chest when she offered that

                                            >stonks_only_go_up.portfolio

                                            >AJ reminded you what would happen if you failed to honor the bet terms

                                            >This was the only way forward

                                            >And the sun set on both the farm and on your image as an upstanding brother

                                            >At least you looked good

                                            >Achievement Unlocked: Windsor Knot

                                            >AJ met you at the door

                                            >When did she get tht dress?!

                                            >She is practically pouring out of it!

                                            >AJ looks at your reaction and giggles with a smile

                                            >You have never heard such a girlish sound come out of your sister before

                                            >She walks right up to you and gently places a hand on your chest

                                            >Leaning up to your face, she gives you a peck on the cheek

                                            >As you sputter, she grabs your arms pulls you out the door

                                            >You are both seated in a restaurant you would never take a girl on the first date

                                            >With her new dress, AJ fits right in

                                            >Martini in hand, you and AJ have been having a surprisingly nice night

                                            >She has been upbeat the entire time

                                            >AJ looks at the dance floor and cocks her head towards it

                                            >the_pact_is_made.ritual

                                            >Since when is AJ a good dancer?

                                            >What happened to the girl who always bruised your shins?

                                            >Your toes see nothing wrong with this

                                            >Then a slow dance starts

                                            >Your arms are summarrily placed on AJ's shoulder and hip

                                            >Her arms likewise wrap around you

                                            >You try to leave some room between you

                                            >(like the pastor man says, make space for Celestia in there kiddo!)

                                            >Your sister-turned-date is having none of that

                                            >With AJ pressed against you, the dance draws out

                                            >Her breasts are a distracting softness

                                            >Her eyes are bright with happiness as she looks up at you

                                            >When the song ends, AJ takes your face in her hands

                                            >She gently tugs your lips to her own

                                            >Tongue status: Checked

                                            >Dick status: Confused

                                            >Morals status: Routed

                                            >AJ leans up on her toes and whispers in your ear

                                            >"Remember, Anon.. You're mine all night."

                                            >You explored every inch of the dance floor

                                            >Only breaks for drinking (in moderation*)

                                            >AJ had taken thorough inventory of your tongue at every opportunity

                                            >How were you not tossed out?

                                            >Right, AJ is a national hero.

                                            >Could probably mount you there on the dance floor

                                            >Even she would never go so far

                                            >fate_temptor.hack

                                            >The night finally grew to late-middle age

                                            >AJ says it's time to head back to Sweet Apple Acres

                                            >Only squeezes your butt twice on the way out

                                            >She winks at the waiter as she does it

                                            >This cheeky girl

                                            >You fight down the urge to squeeze her right back

                                            >Brotherly pride is bleeding out but not dead just yet


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                                            >The moon is bright and full

                                            >Stars doing a bang up job

                                            >Luna is in on this. You just know it.

                                            >Arrive at the farm, but AJ pulls you toward the barn

                                            >A premonition of soft weight and full lips, scent of hay and sweat

                                            >Time to flee

                                            >Error: Arm locked

                                            >The struggle is brief but intense

                                            >Your abductor/date had foreseen all

                                            >Knew to judo throw you into the barn and close the door

                                            >Then she is on top of you and it is far too late

                                            >She just lays on your chest

                                            >looking into your eyes

                                            >"Night ain't over, sugah."

                                            >She demands the two of you cuddle

                                            >You point out there are perfectly good beds inside

                                            >Realize you just invited your sister to your bed

                                            >Her smile tells you she knows it, too

                                            >AJ wants to be out here first

                                            >Does admit the discomfort of evening wear in hay piles

                                            >Immediately strips off evening wear and kicks off shoes

                                            >Mind enters state of crisis

                                            >This is your sister. There is nothing provocative or alluring about her now mostly naked body

                                            >The toned curve of her ass is irrelevant to you

                                            >The swell of her full bosom is equally uninteresting

                                            >The way she bends over to grab blankets and pillows from a nearby stash has relation to the sudden tightness of your pants

                                            >caught_in_a_landslide_no_escape_from_reality.Queen

                                            >Your sister is curled up against your side

                                            >Your suit was neatly folded nearby

                                            >Why did you willingly depants?

                                            >When you put up a fight, AJ had taken her cattle wrassling stance

                                            >Suit would have been ruined and you ain't putting out for dry cleaning

                                            >Your deviant sibling tugged you to a blanket covered hay pile

                                            >Her smile was marred by a drop of drool

                                            >But you had simply cuddled in the pile

                                            >AJ's head rests on your chest

                                            >Her hand absently rubs up and down your body

                                            >A smooth leg covers your own.

                                            >This peace cannot last

                                            >AJ might be going slow, but her destination is clear

                                            >Don't think your hand getting lower and lower went unnoticed, sis

                                            >You will find a way out of this

                                            >Maybe the window

                                            >Nope, boarded up

                                            >You're not fixing that

                                            >This is going too far. Bet or not, you gotta do what's right for the family

                                            >Sensing you tense, AJ makes an offer

                                            >Let her do this

                                            >If you don't like it, she will stop and the two of you can pretend to be normal siblings

                                            >A way to fix everything! Wait, is there something wrong with this offer?

                                            >While you consider it, her hand deftly slips your boxers down

                                            >She slowly grabs hold of your cock

                                            >A gentle but firm grip

                                            >The texture of her lightly calloused hands is distracting

                                            >Seeing you stay in place (frozen with indecision), she slides down

                                            >Boxers completely removed

                                            >Traitorous dick deep in enemy hand

                                            >Before you can get a protest out, that hand pumps up and down

                                            >You suck in a breath

                                            >Seeing you shudder, AJ smiles and does it again

                                            >And again

                                            >And again

                                            >Her rhythm matches your subconscious thrusts

                                            >AJ's cheeks are red

                                            >She bites her lip as she pumps away

                                            >How is she this good?

                                            >Oh, you asked that out loud.

                                            >I_learned_it_from_watching_you.psa

                                            >The pumping slows

                                            >She repositions herself with her head between your legs

                                            >Her offhand brushes loose strands of hair behind her ear as she leans towards your member

                                            >Her mouth opens wide, her eyes looking up into your own

                                            >AJ takes a slow lick from the base of your cock to the very tip

                                            >She seems to savor the experience, her focus lasered in on her technique

                                            >Try to think unsexy thoughts

                                            >Soft lips engulf your tip

                                            >Valar_Morghulis.lannister

                                            >Gasping, you watch as AJ's mouth takes more of you in

                                            >Her hum of appreciation sends a constellation of feelings through your rod

                                            >Strands of blonde hair shake as her head starts bobbing up and down

                                            >You feel her other hand start massaging your balls

                                            >There must be a way to endure

                                            >Math. No.

                                            >Poetry?


                                            Mouth at tip of dick

                                            Cool air on skin still wet

                                            Tongue swiftly descends


                                            >A haiku

                                            >Counting syllables does nothing to protect against AJ's ministrations

                                            >You feel something building up

                                            >It needs to escape

                                            >You warn AJ

                                            >She just speeds up

                                            >You grab her head to move her off

                                            >Too late

                                            >You cock spasms

                                            >You feel rope after rope shoot out

                                            >Right into your sisters throat

                                            >AJ leans back, breathing deep

                                            >Then she licks her lips and smirks

                                            >"Guess ya liked it after all, didn't ya?"

                                            >You are best brother no longer

                                            >Apple patriarchs gaze upon you from the great beyond

                                            >They are displeased

                                            >AJ pays the judgement of your ancestors no mind

                                            >Instead she crawls forward, straddling your lap

                                            >Her face looms large in your eyes

                                            >This is not how you envisioned the night going

                                            >Sacred boundaries have been crossed and you should feel ashamed

                                            >Why does it seem so much more important that AJ's weight on you feels so natural?

                                            >Clearly you have been sullied

                                            >A good brother would just stand up and break down the door

                                            >Instead you look into your sisters eyes. Then down to her mouth

                                            >The mouth that just finished cleaning your cock

                                            >That wrapped around you and sucked the rest of your pride out in a wave of corrupt bliss

                                            >A spark of sanity comes back at the memory

                                            >You need to escape before things go any further

                                            >If nothing else, you can get out before you get hard again

                                            >You don't have long--not by the look on AJ 's face

                                            >"I reckon it's about time you admitted you like me, Anon. More than a brother should. Don't figure many siblings would shoot than much out if they weren't mighty interested."

                                            >You point out that you're both still tipsy from earlier

                                            >You aren't thinking clearly, and neither is she.

                                            >Yeah, need to blame something. Those stupid martinis were good for something after all!

                                            >She considers this with a slight frown, nose wrinkled in that particular way of hers when she hears bullshit

                                            >She doesn't move though

                                            >Wait, did that work? Maybe the tattered remnants of your purity can still get out of--

                                            >Her smile returned. Then she said the words that would destroy you.

                                            >"I 'spose we ain't responsible for what happens tonight, then are we? Just relax while I take care of my poor, drunk brother."

                                            >Then her bare ass--when did that happen??--began to slide up and down your lap

                                            >You could overpower her. Force your way out of the barn.

                                            >Your quickly hardening member puts a time limit on escape

                                            >AJ's hands wrap around your neck as she presses her breasts against you, hips never stopping

                                            >Yeah…you should get out of here…

                                            >…

                                            >Except now your dick is stone and your tongue is busy wrestling with AJ's

                                            >Something hot and wet is gliding over your cock as AJ's keeps moving

                                            >Foreseeing the ultimate taboo, you finally break away

                                            >As soon as you open your mouth to lay down the law, AJ grabs something from the side

                                            >A condom

                                            >She planned this from the start

                                            >Faster than you can stop her, she leans back, taking your cock in one hand while tearing open the condom wrapper with her teeth.

                                            >Then her hand is on you again. She rolls the latex sleeve around your length

                                            >There's a hungry look in her eyes

                                            >She straddles you close

                                            >Her pussy is pressed against your cock

                                            >She feels like a furnace even through the rubber

                                            >"You know, Anon…It's not really wrong as long as we have the condom on."

                                            >What? What does she mean? That's got to the dumbest shit you've heard all night. You open you mouth to say so, but she preempts you.

                                            >"After all, we ain't making kids like this. And with you wearin' that, it's like you ain't even inside. More like helping someone masturbate." She starts to stroke your dick with long languid motions. "See what I mean? We're just helping each other blow off stress."

                                            >That…that is still as stupid as before, right? Getting hard to think.

                                            >And now she's lifting herself up and aiming you at her entrance

                                            >"That's what family does. We help each other."

                                            >So hot. So tight. Your sister's moans tell you what she thinks.

                                            >"Mmmm. Finally. You're being such good brother, helping me out like this."

                                            >Then she started moving

                                            >Up and down, her passage gave a deep massage on your cock

                                            >You started matching thrusts with her at some point

                                            >Your rhythm is matched now

                                            >The barn is filled with two sets of moans

                                            >One masculine. One feminine.

                                            >As you go, occasionally AJ's walls seems to shudder

                                            >She gasps and digs her nails into your chest each time

                                            >You both slow a second, but she keeps you going

                                            >Then she speeds back up

                                            >Again and again

                                            >At last a familiar pressure builds to the edge

                                            >She notices you tense up

                                            >Her deep breaths take on a fever pitch as she keeps the rhythm

                                            >Your balls clench as you erupt with a groan

                                            >AJ doesn't let you pull out before she lays down on you, breathing deep

                                            >You're still inside her

                                            >After several minutes recovery, she sits up

                                            >"See? Dontcha feel better after rubbing one out?"

                                            >you_gotta_be_kidding_me.horse

                                            >"Let's go get cleaned up. And don't you think we're done yet. Moon's still in the sky."