The Christmas Visit: Part 1

Written by: minoan

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Wednesday, December 22, 1997

“I’m gonna miss this,” Jennifer said quietly to her brother in the darkness, massaging the wet, unflared head of his half-soft cock. He was laying on top of her, belly to belly, and his shaft was mostly wedged between their naked bodies. The flat end of it peeked out to one side.

“It’s only three days,” Matt answered, his face between his sister’s tits. The difference between their heights and their sizes was so large that that’s how their bodies seemed to naturally fall when they were in bed. They had to be lined up at their hips, after all.

They were in Matt’s bed, and he was still catching his breath from their 2nd fuck of the night. Even that wasn’t so uncommon now – for the first few weeks after they started fucking, whichever one of them ‘visited’ the other’s bedroom at night would slink back into their own bedroom afterwards. But about a week ago, after they had sex in Matt’s room one night Jennifer just… didn’t leave. He’d never asked her to leave before – it was almost unfathomable to him that he would ever tell a gorgeous, naked mare to get out of his bed. She usually just left on her own. But that night she didn’t, and he didn’t question it. He just drifted to sleep, aided by the comforting new sensation of Jennifer’s body heat surrounding him and her strong arms wrapped around his back.

Their mom almost caught them the next morning. It had been a school night, and they were still entwined when she knocked on his door to tell him to hurry and get up if he didn’t want to miss the bus. She had scrambled safely back to her room by the time their mom knocked on her door.

Still, one close call didn’t stop them from sleeping together (in the literal, not merely euphemistic sense) the next night. Or the one after that. Or every single one since.

But this would be the last night they would be able to do that for a while. Their relatives – Uncle Bob, Aunt Lindsey and cousin Ellie – would be arriving the next day to spend Christmas with them. They would be staying half a week.

“It’s three nights, so they’re here for like, four days,” Jennifer said, her voice still quiet but above a whisper.

“Four days isn’t that long. It’s really three anyway, they’ll be gone Sunday night and you can sleep with me,” Matt said. The disappointment in Jennifer’s voice had been evident. The degree to which his sister was addicted to his cock still surprised him. He loved having sex with her, but she absolutely needed sex with him.

“It’s still longer than we’ve gone since Thanksgiving. Way longer,” Jennifer answered, almost pouting in protest, as if Matt were at fault and should be able to fix this unjust deprivation she was about to face.

“I don’t think we’ve gone 12 hours since Thanksgiving. How will you survive,” Matt teased. He wasn’t even sure if it was an exaggeration, though. He knew for a fact there hadn’t been a single day during which they hadn’t fucked at least once since Thanksgiving, so in that sense four days of celibacy would be an eternity.

“Mm-hmm, says the nasty little pervert who can’t go a day without breeding his sister...”

She’d used that word, ‘breeding,’ intentionally. She still – still – hadn’t told Matt that she was pregnant with his foal. Maybe she was just afraid of the conversation, or maybe not telling him made it feel less real. She didn’t know.

She’d been dropping hints for a while, but Matt didn’t seem to catch on. He had to be the most dense guy she’d ever met. He never even asked if it was safe for him to cum inside her after that first time on Thanksgiving night, he just did it. Over and over and over again, he did it.

The worst part was she let him do it. That moment when his raw, unprotected cock flared deep inside her and that first thick pulse of cum filled her… that was the best feeling in the world. Besides, the damage was done, she figured. What was the harm? But he didn’t know that.

Why didn’t he know that? How could he not? It was a question she asked herself all the time. He’d conservatively dumped more than half a liter of horse cum into her pussy every single day for the past month. At this point it would be almost mathematically and statistically impossible for Jennifer to not be pregnant. How could he not know?

Her thoughts went in circles on the subject all the time, but eventually she came to the same conclusion: he thought it was safe because she told him it was. If it wasn’t, she wouldn’t let him do it. He really was that oblivious. He really was that naive and ignorant about sex.

If nothing else, Jennifer knew she was teaching him some really, really bad habits when it came to sex. She sincerely felt sorry for any girls in Matt’s future. Hopefully they would be able to wrangle a rubber on him before they were hopelessly addicted to that massive 14-inch cock of his like she was and got knocked up like she did.

“Speaking of...” Matt said, looking at the red LED display on his nightstand clock, “It’s tomorrow now. See? 12:02, it’s Thursday already. So it only really has to be two days without sex.”

“You have another one in you?” Jennifer asked directly, still massaging Matt’s semi-hard cock, slick with cum from their last round. Even as she did she could feel it getting stiff once again.

“Always,” Matt said without pretense or boast, a simple statement of fact.

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Thursday, December 23

Ellie was fidgeting in the back seat of the family station wagon, a wood-trimmed relic from the last decade that her stepfather Bob called ‘The Classic’ and refused to let go. They’d been on the road for nearly five hours, heading straight south with Bob behind the wheel and Ellie’s mother, Lindsey, in the passenger seat.

Ellie wasn’t just restless legs from the long drive. They were visiting her aunt and cousins for Christmas and would be spending the next few days there, celebrating the holidays with their extended family. They’d exited the highway some minutes ago and were winding through a web of suburban roads.

This was the point in the trip where Ellie recognized everything outside the window; that huge oak tree in front of the deep-red brick house, the weird blue paint on the house next to it with the bare-wood columns on the front porch and the one circular window, the little dip in the road right... here that made her stomach feel funny when the school bus driver went over it too fast when she was little. This was the neighborhood she grew up in.

She used to live just a street over from her cousins’ house, from the time of her first memories until four years ago when she was 10 years old. Her mom met Bob when Ellie was still little, at some point he’d moved in with them, and not too long after that they’d gotten married. Ellie always knew Bob wasn’t her ‘real’ dad, but she didn’t know who her biological father was beyond a few snippets of information she’d managed to get out of her mom over the years. It seemed to be a topic her mom really didn’t want to bring up, ever. It didn’t really matter anymore though. Ellie thought of Bob as her real dad at this point, and he was certainly a better dad than whoever her ‘real’ father was.

That said, Bob was the reason they’d moved out of state to the big city. He got a job paying way more than he would have been able to earn in this small town, so when Ellie was still in elementary school they moved. The house she lived in now near the city was bigger, nicer, fancier than the one she grew up in, but it never felt like home to her. This place, with the century-old oak trees and the uneven roads and the houses with peeling paint and patchy yards and chain-link fences and mailboxes that weren’t made of brick – this was home.

Then there was her cousin Matt.

Ellie didn’t have any siblings. She grew up an only child, and for the first few years of her life before her mom met Bob she grew up to a single parent. Not having any siblings never bothered her though, because her cousin Matt, his big sister Jennifer and their mom (who Ellie knew as Aunt Susan) lived just down the street within walking distance. Ellie’s Aunt Susan was in the same situation as her mom, struggling to raise children on her own, so naturally they spent a lot of time together. That would be an understatement, in fact – Ellie spent a significant portion of almost every day with her cousins for the first decade of her life.

Jennifer was a few years older, and her interests didn’t really line up with Ellie’s, so Ellie never really spent a lot of time with her. Jennifer was always just kind of there whenever she was over at her cousins’ house. But Matt – Matt was practically her twin. They looked almost identical when they were very little, and even as they grew up they always seemed to stay the same height and size. 

But it went way beyond just their physical similarities. Ellie was always – and to a degree still was – a tomboy. That worked great for her since she spent most of her time with Matt, exploring the neighborhood and riding bikes, getting muddy in the creek looking for frogs, playing video games in the family room, and reading comic books in the treehouse in the back yard. Just like the chain-link fences and peeling paint, that treehouse in Matt’s back yard was home, and if she thought about feeling comfort and warmth and familiarity, safety and trust, that’s what always came to mind.

Still, as the station wagon turned down the next-to-last street before they arrived, that seemed like a long time ago. For three years after the move Ellie didn’t see Matt at all. It wasn’t until just a month ago at Thanksgiving that they came back to visit. When she saw Matt for the first time in so long it felt just like it had been when they were 10 years old, but that only lasted for a few seconds until they hugged. They were still the same height, but their bodies had changed in the past 4 years. With her arms on his back, Ellie could feel that Matt was a little more solid than she remembered – not by much, but enough to notice. His shoulders seemed a little bigger.

Maybe it was just her imagination, but in that brief moment she seemed to sense that Matt realized the changes her body had undergone in the past four years, as well. She wasn’t the skinny, lanky little kid she’d been last time they’d seen each other. Sure she was still petite, but she had curves now. She had hips. She had a butt. She had the kind of butt, in fact, that made stallions turn their heads and stare, thick but not big, stacked, the perfect proportion to her waist.

Ellie didn’t really realize how attractive her figure was, though, because she was overly self-conscious about another part of her anatomy. While her child-bearing hips and bubble butt developed, her chest remained frustratingly flat. Other girls in her grade had huge boobs, big boobs, normal-sized boobs… boobs that existed. But whenever Ellie got out of the shower and looked at herself in the mirror, no matter what angle she looked at herself, no matter how hard she pushed her chest with her hands, she was still flat.

From the side she could see that she had the slightest hint of development around her black nipples, a little raised protrusion of soft adipose that wasn’t there a year ago. If she hopped up and down in front of the mirror at just the right speed she could see the tiniest amount of jiggle in her barely-budding breasts. But calling them ‘boobs’ wouldn’t be accurate, and she knew this wasn’t likely to change much. After all, Ellie’s mom had the same body type she did, and even after having a baby she was barely a B-cup. That might even be pushing it.

Why couldn’t she have gotten genes from Matt’s side of the family, she thought. Matt’s mom had big boobs, and his sister Jennifer’s boobs were huge. Of course, everything about Jennifer was huge, so maybe that wouldn’t be a good trade-off. And Matt’s mom wasn’t small either, she was a lot bigger than Ellie’s mom. Why was Matt so much smaller than his sister and mom? He should be huge? Then again, maybe he was huge…

Ellie’s thoughts went back to a month ago. She kept replaying the events of her family’s visit to her cousins’ last Thanksgiving over and over in her mind. Right after they hugged, there was something there, right? Some kind of spark? And when they were playing Pretendo, he was definitely feeling her up – which was what she’d wanted and hoped for him to do when she sat in his lap. And that bulge she felt, that was definitely his penis, right? Was it really that big? And when he was asking about girls that last night… what was that about?

She hadn’t been direct enough over Thanksgiving, she told herself. Maybe she wasn’t sure yet what she wanted. But now she was.

Girls in her grade were starting to date boys. She’d heard rumors that some couples had even had real live sex already. There were a couple boys she knew liked her, flat-chest and all, but she wasn’t sure how to feel about them. There had been this party she went to around Halloween and they’d played spin the bottle, then ‘seven minutes in heaven.’ She found herself in a dark closet with a colt she barely knew, and before she knew it they were making out. That had been her first kiss, but it wasn’t at all like how she’d imagined. He started getting grabby. She remembered his hand under her tail, squeezing her butt. He pulled her close to his body. She could feel his erection in his pants against her stomach. His tongue was all over her face. He smelled like cheap cologne. She wanted to scream, she wanted to run away. When the door finally opened she almost did.

Overall her first kiss had been a horrible experience. But it was still a milestone.

She had this weird mix of feelings when it came to starting to date. On the one hand she really wanted to, but on the other there really weren’t any colts in her school she was interested in. She wanted to experience love, but it was impossible to imagine loving any of the guys at her school. She wanted to experiment with sex, she wanted to lose her virginity, but she wanted it to be safe. Her first kiss was ruined, and she swore to herself she wouldn’t let losing her virginity be like that. It had to be special, it had to be caring, loving, gentle, genuine. She would only give her virginity to someone who cared deeply about her, not just her body. But who did she know like that? There was no one.

Then it hit her. She did know someone. She knew someone exactly like that.

Matt.

She could lose her virginity to Matt! Trust, understanding, genuine care and compassion, she didn’t have to think twice about that. If she messed something up or if she wanted to stop, if it hurt, if she just wasn’t sure of something, Matt wouldn’t judge her or shame her or make her feel bad about it. Plus Ellie was almost positive Matt was a virgin too – he probably hadn’t even had his first kiss yet. 

Yes, he was her cousin… there was that. She didn’t want to think about the ‘i-word.’ But it wasn’t like they would be dating, you know? It’s not like they’d be getting cousin married or she’d be having his incest foal or anything. Matt was her cousin, but he was also her best and oldest friend, and there was nothing wrong or weird about a little sexual exploration with your best friend. That’s how she chose to think about it, anyway.

“There’s our old house. Almost there,” Ellie’s mom said as the station wagon turned onto their cousins’ street.

Ellie blinked, her eyes focusing again on the view outside the window. She’d been lost in thought, mind wandering from topic to topic. Her childhood, dating, sex, her flat chest, sex again, Matt, sex with Matt...

She stretched her legs as best she could in the back seat, getting ready to finally get out of the station wagon after the five-hour drive. She felt a little wetness between her legs, realizing that her hand had drifted there while she was daydreaming, just enough to dampen her panties but not enough to reach her blue jeans. She didn’t know why, but it seemed like every month there was a span of several days when she just stayed horny. It always seemed to happen about a week and a half after her period. She didn’t know what it signified – they didn’t cover being in heat until 9th grade health class – but she knew her ‘super horny time’ was just starting today and was going to last through the time she was staying with her cousins.

Finally Matt’s house was outside the station wagon window. Ellie’s hand slid across denim from her crotch to the seat belt release, unbuckling before they even got there. She couldn’t stop smiling. She was spending the next three days with Matt and she couldn’t wait to see him.

“Made it there, alive and in one piece!” Ellie’s step-dad quipped as the station wagon pulled into the driveway.

- -

“There’s our old house. Almost there,” Lindey said, glancing behind her to her daughter sitting in the back seat of the station wagon.

Lindsey waited for a moment for a response, but her daughter seemed distracted. That was fine. She was more than a little distracted too.

For the past five hours, serenaded by her husband’s steady soundtrack of REO Speedwagon and Electric Light Orchestra cassettes on repeat, she was second-guessing herself. She knew what she saw when they visited for Thanksgiving. There was no doubt. In the middle of the night she’d gotten up to use the bathroom and heard strange noises coming from her niece’s room. Through a cracked doorway she saw the unthinkable. There was no other way to say it – her niece Jennifer and her nephew Matt were fucking. Hard. The huge high school senior was riding her little brother’s cock like a mare possessed.

But that wasn’t even the most shocking part of what she was witnessing. Her niece was a giant, nearly 8 feet tall, but the cock she was riding almost looked too big even for her. That such a monster could belong to her little 5-foot and change nephew was beyond belief.

Yet there it was. It was as thick as her arm. God, how deep was it in her? It had to be over a foot long. And those balls… was she seeing that or was it a trick of the shadows in the darkened room? No, she was seeing it right. Lindsey played softball when she was younger, and… yeah, those testicles are definitely the size of softballs. Jesus.

Jennifer stopped bouncing, only a few inches of her brother’s shaft visible, the rest deep inside her. Lindsey saw the base of Matt’s cock – black and shimmering wet and veiny – start to spasm. Oh my god he’s cumming, Lindsey realized with shock as she saw her nephew’s cock tighten, pulsing again and again. He’s cumming inside his sister, totally raw, totally unprotected.

Before she left she saw that cum, product of those softball-sized testicles, pouring out of her niece’s pussy like Lindsey poured creamer in her coffee. And she poured a lot of creamer in her coffee.

That was the image that stuck with her more than anything. Every morning she sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast with Bob, and every morning when she poured that cream into her coffee she had the same thought. It would solve the problem. It was the best solution. Bob would finally be a father, his greatest wish. The foal wouldn’t actually be his, but he would never have to know.

It wasn’t even the incest that was the biggest hurdle for Lindsey. It was the cheating. Bob was such a good man. He loved her unconditionally and she would never do anything to hurt him. In their seven years of marriage she’d never cheated on him, never even thought about it. She didn’t think she ever would.

Would this really be cheating, though? It was just a means to an end.

They’d been trying to have their own foal ever since they got married. They’d been to every fertility clinic in the city, but there didn’t seem to be anything they could do. They’d tried every pill, every treatment.

Lindsey wasn’t the problem; Ellie was a testament to that. Every test they ran at the fertility clinics confirmed that Lindsey was as fertile at 32 as she was when Ellie was born 14 years prior. The problem was Bob. 

‘Extremely low sperm count,’ they said, though there were some other things mentioned in the lab reports that ruled out in-vitro. Lindsey used to think it was just a matter of time, and no one could say that the couple didn’t conceive for lack of trying. But in the last year or so Bob was having some trouble getting it up, staying hard, issues with endurance. He was almost a decade older than her, after all. These problems don’t improve with age.

Just a few weeks before their Thanksgiving visit Lindsey had, with reluctance and disappointment, admitted to herself that she would never conceive a foal with Bob. That seemed to be the end of it, and she had begun to make peace with it. She had Ellie, right? And Bob was like a father to her. Bob was a dad for her. That was enough.

But deep down she knew it wasn’t. And it wasn’t until the night she saw her nephew flooding her niece with foal-fluid that the obvious idea percolated into her consciousness. She wouldn’t ever have a foal with Bob, that was true. But why did it have to be with Bob?

In the past month she’d resolved to do it. It wasn’t just a crazy idea, it was a way – the best way – for her to have the foal she always wanted with Bob. ‘With Bob,’ but still. She didn’t know how she was going to do it, but over the next three days she had to tempt, trick or blackmail her teenage nephew into siring a foal that she and Bob could raise as their own.

“Made it there, alive and in one piece!” Bob quipped as the station wagon pulled into the driveway.

- -

Matt always loved it when his relatives visited. Sure, it meant that he would have to go for a few days without sex, but at least he’d be able to catch up on some sleep. Besides, there were so many awesome things that came along with his relatives visiting that it made it worthwhile.

First, the food. Matt’s mom had a lot of endearing qualities, but her culinary skills were not among them. Uncle Bob, on the other hand, was a master in the kitchen. The big Thanksgiving and Christmas meals were incredible, but even on nights without a special occasion he always managed to create something restaurant quality. Tonight was no exception – almost as soon as Matt’s relatives pulled up in their station wagon Uncle Bob was in the kitchen working his magic.

Second, a full house. Having six people in the house instead of the usual three might have felt a little cramped for some, but Matt enjoyed it. Uncle Bob’s corny dad jokes were balanced out perfectly by Aunt Lindsey’s dry sense of humor, and every meal when they sat around the table Matt had to fit bites of food between bouts of laughter. Yes the house was small and his aunt and uncle took over his bedroom while they were in town, but Matt didn’t mind sleeping on the sofa in the family room. It was kind of like an adventure! Plus Uncle Bob and Aunt Lindsey were huge movie buffs. When they visited for Thanksgiving they rented a bunch of VHS tapes and all six of them had watched a movie every night. Matt was excited to see what movies they’d check out this time.

Third, and most importantly… Ellie, of course! Seeing her on Thanksgiving made him remember why she was his best friend, and he wished he’d spent more time with her during that visit instead of being distracted by Jennifer. This time, though, he was determined to spend as much time with his cousin as he could. Jennifer was fun in other ways, but who else loved doing all the same stuff Matt did? Jennifer would never play video games or ride bikes in the neighborhood or read comic books in the treehouse. They really had a special bond – who else could he spend four years apart from and pick up like nothing happened?

So it had been from the second she arrived. She’d run out of the station wagon as soon as it was in the driveway to hug Matt, and she ran into him so quickly that she’d almost knocked him to the ground. After they got their luggage inside Uncle Bob started cooking dinner while everyone else sat in the family room, catching up. Matt found himself sitting between Ellie and his aunt Lindsey, both of whom seemed to be leaning in on him, their hips touching his and their legs brushing against him. Occasionally Bob would chime in with a joke or a quip from the kitchen. The next few hours flew by for Matt, and before he knew it dinner was ready. It had been delicious, of course, but the highlight was when one of Bob’s off-color jokes made Ellie do an actual spit-take.

They sat at the table for some time after everyone finished eating, telling jokes and stories, but eventually Bob pushed back his chair and Matt’s mom started gathering dishes to wash.

“Thanks for cooking dinner Uncle Bob!” Matt said as he got up from his seat at the table.

“No problemo, mi amigo! Glad you liked it!” Bob answered with a cheery smile as he helped Matt’s mom gather dishes.

Ellie was about to say something to Matt, but before she had the chance Matt had left the kitchen and looked to be heading upstairs. She was about to say more than something – she’d concocted a whole plan for tonight, get some alone time with Matt and kind of set the groundwork for her ultimate goal of them losing their virginities to each other before she ran out of time and had to head home.

Last time she visited she’d used playing video games with him as a ploy to tease him. She didn’t have a plan or a goal then. It was just her inexplicable monthly ‘super horny time,’ just like it was now. Even so, it had gone a lot farther than she’d expected. Matt’s hand was almost down her pants before they’d been interrupted. Who knows how far it would have gone if they hadn’t been forced to stop?

Ellie slipped away from the kitchen table without a word. Her dad and Aunt Susan were washing dishes, while her mom and Jennifer were in a world of their own chatting away. She quickly made her way through the family room and to the staircase. The knob at the end of the banister had a whorl in it that Ellie always thought looked like a yin-yang, and ever since she was little she’d grabbed onto it to kind of launch herself up the stairs. Zoom! Silly habit, but a reminder of how familiar this place was to her despite being away for so long.

She thought Matt might be in his room firing up the Pretendo 64, but instead she saw that the bathroom door was closed. She pursed her lips and squinted, thinking of her next move as she walked into his room. She could hear him peeing into the toilet on the other side of the door. He’d be out in a minute. Yeah, that would work. Why not just turn it on and start playing? He’ll join in.

The GoldenRye 64 cartridge was already in the console. Ellie heard the toilet flush. She closed the door behind her and locked it. She flipped the switch, then grabbed two controllers, laying one next to her as she flopped on her cousin’s bed. Matt was washing his hands. Should I lay like this? Maybe this pose instead, he’ll be able to see my butt better. Or maybe…

Too late. Matt was opening the door.

- -

It wasn’t just that he had to pee. He did, but that wasn’t the reason he’d jumped up from the kitchen table so quickly. Something strange had been happening to Matt since his relatives arrived.

It was pretty normal for Matt to have a semi-hard chub most of the time almost every day. He had to deal with that at home and at school, and that was manageable enough by wearing really baggy pants and actively directing the length of his dick down one pant leg or the other. This, though… this wasn’t a half-mast situation. Matt had been rock hard almost as soon as his relatives arrived, and he couldn’t figure out why. He was having to use all the tricks in the book – holding random objects in front of himself, side-stepping into rooms to keep his pants out of view – hoping that no one would notice. He ran up to the bathroom after dinner to rub one out, but bizarrely as soon as he was up the stairs and in the bathroom his erection went away. It was totally different than when he was horny around Jennifer, it was almost like there was something in the air bypassing that kind of everyday hornyness entirely.

In actuality this was precisely what was happening. His Aunt Lindsey was in heat. His cousin Ellie was in heat. The more time they spent in the house, the more the air was filled with their fertility pheromones. There was no scent or smell to speak of – it worked on a much more primal part of the male brain, evolution’s way of broadcasting a mare’s availability to stallions and driving them wild with desire.

Matt didn’t know any of this. He knew something similar had happened earlier this year, but he never connected the dots. His mom had been on fertility blockers for a while to prevent this from happening, but Jennifer had not, and every month when she went into heat Matt had the same reaction around her. It only stopped happening in recent months because Matt knocked her up, but Matt’s knowledge of equine reproduction was so lacking that he had never even thought of that. All he knew was that he’d had an unexplained boner since his relatives arrived and as soon as he went upstairs it went soft and he couldn’t jack off.

At least he could pee now that his cock wasn’t hard. He flushed the toilet when he was finished and washed his hands before opening the door back to his room.

“Matty-dooo!!”

Matt walked in to see Ellie laying prone on her stomach on his bed. Her legs were spread slightly, knees bent so that her hooves were in the air, swaying back and forth along with her swishing tail and her shapely butt.

“Want to play with me?” she asked.

Matt’s eyes had gone immediately to Ellie’s ass – which she noticed and had intended – but now he saw that there was a controller laid out for him on the bed, and Ellie was setting up a 1v1 match in GoldenRye.

“Heck yeah I want to play with you. Ready to get spanked?” Matt said without even meaning a double-entendre.

“If you think you can. I’ve been practicing,” Ellie answered. It was true, too. She had her own Pretendo 64 and copy of the game. She genuinely wanted to beat him.

“We’ll see, we’ll see,” Matt said dismissively as he sat down on the bed next to Ellie. “You comfortable laying like that?”

“Doy, it’s the most comfortable way to play Pretendo. Better than all hunched over like you are. You should try it, Matty-dookie-doo,” Ellie said nonchalantly.

“Says you, Ellie-jelly-belly. I’ll stay sitting like this. What game mode, any special rules? I’ll let you pick.”

It was then than Ellie had an idea. She wanted to get into a situation like last time where she was sitting in Matt’s lap, but she’d kind of ruined that already. Maybe there was another way to get close to Matt, though.

“Normal damage, first to 10 kills. Level… let’s go with the Temple. For weapons maybe… automatics?” She said.

“I’m gonna get the D5K and you’ll get stuck with the Klobb, easy…”

“Yeah right, like I don’t know where the good weapons spawn. Anyway, special rules,” Ellie said, setting her idea into motion. “No special rules, but how about if I win you have to play the next game laying down on your stomach?”

“Sure,” Matt answered without much thought.

“You’ll see how much more comfortable it is and then you’ll always play like that from now on.”

“I won’t because you’re not gonna win,” Matt boasted.

“We’ll see, we’ll see,” Ellie said, mimicking Matt. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

- -

Matt had not been ready. Ellie didn’t just beat him, she’d kicked his ass. It wasn’t even close. Where did she learn to play like that? What was that that trick with the wall glitch?

He’d lost the bet, and now he found himself laying on his stomach getting ready for the next game. She’d even been right about that. It was more comfortable.

“What next? Loser picks settings…” Ellie said, letting her leg drift over to rub against Matt’s.

“Let’s do golden gun.”

“You sure about that? I’m pretty good with…”

“I’m sure,” Matt said, cutting her off. He’d practiced a lot with the golden gun trying to get one of the cheats unlocked, and he thought it might give him an advantage. “And for the level… Egyptian.”

Matt was hoping Ellie hadn’t unlocked that level, but she had and knew it as well as he did.

“Okaaaay, if you’re sure…” Ellie said, swaying her upturned legs some more and bumping them into Matt, her voice trailing to insinuate Matt was making a big mistake.

Matt didn’t say anything, and he didn’t respond to her bumping her leg on him. He was probably just pissed he lost, Ellie thought. Still, this was the best time to set her plan in motion.

“So… comfortable?” she asked.

“You don’t have to rub it in…” Matt said, thinking she was teasing him for losing at his favorite game.

“I didn’t mean it like that. Just saying this beats sitting on your bed with nothing to lean against.”

“I could just lean against you,” Matt joked.

“And I could just lay on top of you,” Ellie said. She waited a moment, watching Matt scroll through the settings to set up the next match, before she continued. “How about we make that the bet for this game.”

“Make what the bet?” Matt asked.

“If I win again, I get to lay on top of you for the next game.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Matt said, reasonably.

“If you’re scared I’ll win just say so,” Ellie retorted, bumping Matt again with her leg.

“Fine, whatever,” Matt said. “If you win then you can lay on my back next game. And if I win I get to sit normally again.”

“That’s not how it works,” Ellie said. “If I win I lay on your back, if you win then you lay on my back.”

“That’s retarded,” Matt said bluntly.

“Well… the winner gets to set the stakes for the next game. That’s how it works. So if you win you can make your own rule, but for this one I made mine. When you lose I get to lay on top of you next game.”

“And when I win, you get crushed under weight of beeg stallion, comrade, ya-ha!” Matt said in a pseudo-Russian accent, imitating one of the characters in the game.

“Deal,” Ellie replied, trying not to grin too wide. “Ready?”

“Ready!” Matt said as he pressed the start button.

From the beginning things went better for him this round. He got the golden gun right at the start and managed to get three kills before Ellie was able to get one. When she did get a kill, he spawned close to the golden gun for his next life. In just a few minutes Matt was ahead 6 kills to 2.

Something else was happening to Matt while he was playing, as well. The unexplained erection he’d experienced earlier was back. It was back and it was full-blown, throbbing, hard and twitching. In a way he was glad he was laying on his stomach because he could hide it better from Ellie, but at full-length he was almost afraid the unflared tip would stick out of the bottom of the leg of his cargo shorts.

Even stranger, that weird thing with his lip was happening. It used to be than whenever he was really horny he kind of involuntarily curled his upper lip, but that hadn’t happened in a while. The last time he could remember it happening was Halloween, when he and Jennifer had sex the first time. Weird that it would come back now, he thought as Ellie shot him with the golden gun, the game now 6 kills to 3. Awful timing.

The issue, of course, was Matt’s woefully inadequate understanding of sex. They didn’t go over this stuff in his health class at school this year, and they didn’t teach proper sex ed until high school, which was next year for Matt. What he was experiencing was textbook stallion response to being in close proximity to a mare in heat. The weird involuntary lip curling had a name, and its evolutionary purpose was for his brain to take in as much of the female’s scent as possible, which would make the male extremely aroused, which would lead to…

“Blasted you good!” Matt exclaimed, the game now 7 kills to 3 in his favor.

“You got lucky, you just spray shots all over until you hit something,” Ellie said.

“I only need to hit once with this thing. Even if just one bullet gets through and hits, that’s it. Game over. Knocked down,” Matt taunted.

He doesn’t suspect a thing, Ellie thought. She was rubbing her leg against Matt’s more obviously now, but he didn’t seem to think anything of it. Or maybe he did and didn’t realize it. Either way, her plan was working. She’d let Matt win this round, and for the next round he would functionally be mounting her, laying on her back. Then she’d really turn it up – wiggling her butt, pressing it into him, brushing her face against his, encouraging him to make as much contact with her as possible. If that didn’t entice him, nothing would.

She had to make it believable though. Matt was playing pretty sloppy and she had to get a kill after he missed several shots, otherwise it would have just looked ridiculous. She didn’t cut him off from getting the golden gun when he spawned again, which she easily could have done. One death, then another, and it was 9 to 4. Game point.

“One more shot…” Matt said.

“Better make it count…” Ellie said. If Matt missed she was going to get the kill, still plenty of buffer to let Matt win the match.

She watched as he peaked around a corner. She took aim at him but moved the crosshair slower than she normally would have to make sure Matt shot first. She was watching his screen when he fired his golden gun, and her screen filled with blood. Game over, 10 to 4.

“Winner winner!” Matt cheered.

“You shot me in the penis!” Ellie laughed.

“You don’t have a penis, Ellie-belly,” Matt replied, chuckling.

Now we’re getting somewhere, Ellie thought.

“Yeah but my character did, Matty-doo,” she said. She always played as the helicopter pilot, Matt always played as the Russian general.

“You’re a character,” Matt said playfully.

“You’re a penis!” Ellie shot back mischievously.

“Takes one to know one!”

“You are what you eat!”

They both cracked up at this point in their silly exchange, laughing until their cheeks hurt. Ellie had cozied up right next to Matt now, her leg not just touching Matt’s but draped on top of his. She had her arm over his back, her hand on his shoulder. But most promising of all was that she felt Matt’s hand on her back – it was way lower than it should have innocently been, right next to her tail where her slim waist yielded to widened hips and the shapely curve of her butt.

Their laughter trailed off, and Ellie found her face right next to Matt’s, almost cheek-to-cheek.

“I wish we never moved away. I miss being with you,” she said.

“Me too. I wish you didn’t have to go back,” Matt replied, feeling the texture of the denim jeans his cousin was wearing.

“We got a couple days. But speaking of backs…” Ellie said, “a deal’s a deal. You won, so hop on.”

Matt didn’t respond directly, not with words. He lifted himself up from his stomach and shuffled on his knees. Ellie didn’t lay flat as Matt had expected. Instead she lowered her legs and spread the slightly, lifting her ass off the bed just a few inches.

He had seen this posturing before from his sister. Whether it was his experience living with a nymphomaniac obsessed with his cock, or whether it was just how horny he was from being enveloped in the scent of Ellie’s heat, there was no mistaking the hints she was dropping. She wanted him, and Matt didn’t see much need to be coy.

Ellie felt her cousin’s hands on her butt. This wasn’t incidental, it wasn’t Matt pretending to brush against it or feigning a slip while he moved onto her back. This was a full, double-hand butt grab.

She offered no resistance. Indeed, she lifted her butt an inch or two higher, offering herself up to Matt unambiguously.

Matt’s hands glided up to her trim waist, up her back. One hand went to her shoulder, the other ran along the strip of soft black hair of her mane, up her back, neck, between her equine ears. At the same time he lowered himself down, his knees on the inside of hers, keeping her legs spread.

Ellie felt the pressure from his hips on her butt. It wasn’t just his weight – he pressed into her for a second, maybe two. It was obvious. Matt had a full erection. The bulge at the base was apparent, and she could feel its hardness, its heat even, on her leg. It extended down Matt’s right pant leg nearly to his knee.

This was the first time Ellie had felt a cock. The first time she was sure, anyway. She’d seen pictures, clicked on a few links she shouldn’t have in some AOL chat rooms she shouldn’t have been in, but she’d never seen one in person. Last time Matt was here and she’d sat in his lap she thought she might have felt it, and the pressure from that loser in the closet was a maybe, but this was certain.

She was almost shaking with anticipation and the enjoyment of exploration as Matt lowered himself down fully on her. His hands ran down her arms, his chest rested on her back, and he nestled his face next to hers, cheek-to-cheek.

“Comfy?” She asked, flicking her ear against Matt’s.

“You’re real soft, like a big pillow.”

“I’m the best pillow, you should try sleeping with me,” Ellie said, not even trying to be subtle any more.

“Maybe tonight,” Matt said with intention.

“So… ready?”

Matt was about to answer yes. Fuck, yes. He was ready to dick Ellie down into the bed.

But then she handed him his controller.

“Oh. Yeah,” Matt said, snapping out of his horny haze. “What settings?”

“Well, I lost, so I get to pick,” Ellie said. She flicked her tail side to side, brushing the hair against Matt’s pant leg and the hard cock running its length.

“For the level let’s do Complex,” she continued, “and for weapons… something with a bang. High explosives. Gotta be rockets.”

“You sure? I’m pretty good with a rocket,” Matt boasted.

“Okay, we’ll see if you can nail me with one,” Ellie said, scrolling through the settings to set up the game.

“Ready?” she asked.

“Let’s do it,” Matt answered, and Ellie hit the start button.

From the beginning of the match it was evident that neither Matt nor Ellie were playing their best. Their focus had shifted from the game to each other. Ellie was still swishing her tail against Matt’s pant leg, but she had also started subtly wiggling her butt. She could feel Matt pushing his hips down into her every so often, not hiding that he was rock hard and grinding on her at all. Their faces were still cheek-to-cheek, Matt’s arms to either side with the controller under her chin.

Ellie got the first kill, not even with a rocket launcher but with a pistol. She stuck her tongue out to tease Matt, and he made a playful chomp with his lips.

By the time Matt had respawned Ellie had picked up the rocket launcher. She started giggling as she equipped it.

“And just what’s so funny, Ellie-belly,” Matt said, grinning. Ellie could feel the muscles in his cheek move against hers as he spoke..

“The rocket,” Ellie said with a smile, trying not to laugh. “Do you see it?”

“See what?”

“See what it looks like…”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know what, Matty-doo…” Ellie laughed. “It looks like a boy’s thingy!”

Matt started laughing too. He’d never noticed it before, but the rocket launcher in GoldenRye did kind of look like an erect horse cock.

“Whoa, I never noticed that. It kind of does,” Matt said, laughing along with Ellie. “What kind of a sick mind sees that though, that’s what I wanna know…”

“Takes one to know one,” Ellie said.

“You are what you eat!” they blurted out in unison.

Matt hit pause on the game while they both cracked up again. The controllers dropped to the floor. Neither Matt nor Ellie planned it, but their hands found each other, their fingers intertwining. Ellie stuck her tongue out again, and Matt took another fake chomp toward it with his lips.

“It’s the wrong color though if it’s supposed to be a ‘boy’s thingy,’” Matt said eventually, poking fun at the way Ellie described a horse cock.

“What color should it be, then,” Ellie said.

“Black,” Matt answered quickly.

“Is that was color yours is?”

“Maybe…” Matt said, squeezing Ellie’s hand.

“Maay-bee….” she hummed.

“Maybe the same color as your ‘girl’s thingy.’”

“And how would you know that…” Ellie said with fake indignation, inviting whatever Matt had to say next.

The real reason was that Matt had seen his sister’s pussy every day for the past month, and Ellie was a Shire just like she was, just like Matt was. They were all related. They all had the same mottled gray fur, the same characteristic black manes. They all had black nipples, black tailholes, black pussies in Jennifer and Ellie’s cases, black cock and balls Matt’s.

“Because we’re cousins so we look alike,” Matt said.

“Maaay-beeee…” Ellie said, lifting her butt and pressing it into Matt’s hips.

“If I asked you… would you show it to me…” Matt said quietly.

“Maybe…” Ellie answered in a whisper, barely audible.

It happened so very, very quickly. She pressed her cheek tighter against Matt’s, their lips brushed. She closed her eyes, her lips connected with her cousin’s in a kiss.

Her body seemed to move on its own. Compelled by urges outside her control, she turned over on her side, then her back. Kissing Matt was nothing like her first awkward experience in that closet with a colt she barely knew – her cousin’s lips and tongue danced with hers, like they were completing two halves that neither knew weren’t whole.

As she rolled over on her back Matt followed. Ellie didn’t even realize she was spreading her legs, creating for her cousin a natural valley for him to settle into, their bodies aligning in the way instinct dictated.

The way they were kissing her was so raw, charged. Any second thoughts she might have had about her plan were gone. This is what it’s supposed to be like, Ellie thought, this experience with someone I love and trust. This is what I need. This is the colt I want to give my virginity to.

What she didn’t know was that part of the reason this felt natural was that Matt already had some experience with sex. What she also didn’t know was that the reason it felt so fast was for the same reason. When she spread her legs slightly Matt took it as an open invitation. That’s what Jennifer did, right? He’d never kissed someone and it not lead, almost immediately, to hard fucking. So when he found himself on top of Ellie, making out feverishly, he worked his legs to spread hers further. He pushed her down with his hips and started grinding.

Ellie felt his hands moving with unmistakable intent. They fleeted down her body. One slipped under her shirt – chills of excitement ran through Ellie as Matt’s hand ran over her trim stomach, belly-button, and up her midriff. She was so self-conscious about her flat chest that she worried Matt would stop when his hand reached the boobs she didn’t have, but as his fingers flitted over her black nipple over and over she knew that wasn’t the case. That had been the big hang-up for her, that Matt would be so turned off by her total lack of breasts that he wouldn’t be interested. The fact that that didn’t happen was just more reinforcement for Ellie that Matt must love her.

She felt Matt’s other hand then. While the one was fondling her nipple, the other had deftly started unbuttoning the top button of her blue jeans. The way Matt was grinding on her was easy to interpret – did he want to go all the way? Right here? Right now?

Would she let him?

Yes, she decided. Definitely. Right here, right now. He’s the one.

She spread her legs further, feeling the hardness in his pants. Matt unclasped the button…

“Kids? Movie time!”

Matt’s body spasmed in panic and he rolled off Ellie. Ellie lay there, looking at the ceiling fan spin for a few seconds trying to process what had just happened. 

Matt knew though. Almost the exact same thing happened to him a couple weeks ago with Jennifer, but he could play it off a lot easier this time. Ellie’s mom, his Aunt Lindsey, was outside the door.

“We’ll be down in a minute!” He called out to her, grabbing the Pretendo 64 controllers off the ground.

“Can you unlock the door? I need to get something from my bags.”

Ah, that’s right, Matt remembered. Aunt Lindsey and Uncle Bob were staying in his room. This probably wasn’t the best place for – well, for what had unexpectedly happened between him and Ellie. Fuck, what was he thinking?

“Sure,” he called back. Ellie grabbed her controller and unpaused the game to make it look like they were just playing an innocent match of GoldenRye. Matt adjusted his pants, trying to make his obvious boner less noticeable by shifting it closer to the inside of his thigh down one pant leg. Ellie clumsily zipped her jeans and buttoned the top button as Matt unlocked and opened the door for his aunt.

“Having fun?” she asked.

“Yes ma’am!” Ellie answered, trying to maintain the illusion of innocence.

“Good! Ready for movie time?”

They’d kind of started a tradition over Thanksgiving for everyone to get together and watch a movie before bed, and with the selection Matt’s uncle Bob brought they could have watched a different one for weeks.

“Yes ma’am! What are we gonna watch?” Ellie said.

“Your father is trying to decide. Trying, but you know how scatterbrained he is. Could you go downstairs and help him pick something out so it doesn’t take all night?”

“Umm, sure. Let’s all go down and…”

“No, you go ahead, I’ll be right down. I’ve got to get something from in here first,” her mother said, cutting her off.

“Okay,” Ellie started, “Matt, you want to come down with…”

“Actually, could you help me up here for a second Matt? Finding something? It won’t take long.”

“Uhh…” Matt started, shooting a glance over at Ellie who was at the door. “Yeah, sure Aunt Lindsey.”

“Thanks bunches! We’ll see you downstairs in a minute honey!” Matt’s aunt said to Ellie.

Matt watched from the bed, still laying on his stomach, as his Aunt Lindsey went to the door just behind Ellie as she left. She seemed to wait for a moment, making sure she was heading down the stairs, before shutting the door.

And locking it.

“So it’s the darndest thing,” she started before Matt had a chance to say a word. “I know I packed it, but I just can’t find it. It’s got to be in one of these bags somewhere. Buried? Maybe it’s in a pocket? But it’ll be faster if we both look through a bag at the same time. Come over here and help me please.”

By this time Aunt Lindsey was down on her knees unzipping one of her travel bags. Matt still didn’t know what she was looking for or how she wanted him to help, but he felt compelled to do as she said anyway. His chief worry was hiding the full 14-inch length of his fully erect horse cock from his aunt while he did whatever she needed him to do. He hopped off the bed while she was rifling through her bag, careful to keep the left side of his body towards her to shield her view of his right pant leg.

“Oh, here it is!” his aunt said unexpectedly just as he was about to kneel down next to her.

“It really is the darndest thing, you know?” she continued, again before Matt could say a word. “How you can forget where you put something and then, like, poof! There it is! It’s like you knew where it was but couldn’t remember, or maybe you just had a loose wire in your noggin or something, and then you can remember for no reason! It’s like…”

This was characteristic of his aunt, Matt knew from experience. She was a talker. She could talk and talk and talk without ever saying anything. He was glad Ellie didn’t seem to inherit that trait from her.

But Aunt Lindsey was a lot smarter and a lot more cunning that Matt gave her credit for. This – all of this – was a carefully planned ruse.

“… and they both say that I pack too much whenever I go anywhere, and you know? Maybe they are right? This many bags for just a few days does seem like a lot, right? Maybe, like, if I folded clothes like I should I would have more room, but you know me, wheee! Not organized! And then I lose things, and we have to buy more, and like, I’ll find bunches of them a month later in a weird place and…”

It wasn’t what she was saying that had Matt concerned. It was what she was doing. While she was talking Matt saw that she had gotten a different set of clothes out of one of the bags – an old T-Shirt and some old softball shorts from when she played in high school. It wasn’t until she pulled off the blouse she was wearing that Matt realized she was changing her clothes right in front of him!

“… so then we missed the exit, right? And this big truck, one of those, what do you call them? 18-wheelers? Big rigs? Honk honk! Anyway he was right in the way and he had to know we were trying to get over to the exit because we had our blinker on for, like, a mile, but he just stayed put like a bump on an old log, and we couldn’t slow down because this other car was right behind us and…”

Matt was frozen. His aunt was stripping her clothes as if he weren’t even there. Her blouse was tossed aside, and she quickly unzipped her blue jeans, pulling them down, kicking them off her hoof into the corner of the room. Before Matt knew it she  was down to her lingerie, all black, no frills or lace.

He also got a good view of his aunt’s body for the first time. She’d always been athletic, competing in multiple sports in high school. Even though that was more than a decade ago – she was 32 years old now – fitness had remained an important part of her life. She worked as a personal trainer for years after school, and even though she didn’t any more she still went to the gym almost every day, still jogged and biked and hiked.

The results of all her hard work were clear. Aunt Lindsey was cut. Not overly muscular like a man, just really fit. Her abs were well-defined, little squares of muscle running up her torso. Muscles on her legs and arms, quads and delts and all the rest, were evident. There was a sharp V-shaped line cut in muscle running from her hips, below her navel and into her black panties.

At the same time, Matt realized his Aunt Lindsey’s body proportions were almost identical to Ellie’s. She was slim with a slight waist, but abruptly tapering out to wide, child-bearing hips. She was small for a Shire, but most Shire’s were still big. At 6’2” that still meant she was a good bit taller than Matt.

Something else was similar, too. Aunt Lindsey bent her arms behind her back, deftly unclasping her black bra and unceremoniously tossing it to the corner along with her pants. Her chest wasn’t completely flat like Ellie’s, but they were close – she was at maximum a B-cup, maybe an A.

“… and a lot of people say he’s not a good actor, but I really like him you know? Like, he was pretty bad in that Dracula remake, that’s definitely true. That fake accent, you know! Goodness gracious, it took me right out of the movie! But there’s also…”

Matt’s lip curled upwards. It was happening again! He felt his cock throbbing in his pants. Aunt Lindsey, still talking on endlessly about nothing, peeled off her black panties to expose her equally black, tear-drop shaped equine pussy.

“… and there have been a lot more movies that he’s really good in, you know? Everyone makes a bad one here and there, you can’t hold that against an actor! And I hear he’s about to be in some big sci-fi flick about… oh… oh my god…”

She pretended to realize that she had been absent-mindedly changing clothes in front of her teenage nephew. But this – pretending to catch herself in an incredibly embarrassing situation – was part of the ruse, too. Judging by the blatantly obvious anaconda she saw running down her nephew’s pants and the Flehmen response he was exhibiting with his lip in response to her heat, she knew it was working even better than she had hoped.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed, covering a single nipple with one hand and her pussy with the other. “Oh my god Matt, I’m… I don’t know what I was thinking! I’m just so used to changing with Bob in the room, and I wasn’t thinking, and I didn’t mean to… wait a second…”

This was the next phase of her quickly evolving plan. Through seduction, trickery, coercion, bribery, shaming, blackmailing, or some combination of any or all of these avenues, she was going to get Matt to give her a foal her while she was visiting. To that end, the more times she could get him to fuck her the better her chances were. She had no time to lose.

“Wait just a second, young man,” she said boldly, shifting tone abruptly. “Is that a boner in your pants? Are you getting wood from seeing your aunt naked?!”

Matt literally hadn’t spoken a word to his Aunt Lindsey since Ellie left the room. The situation he now found himself in was too crazy for him to even organize his thoughts, let alone answer questions.
 
“Are you that sick? Is that… oh my god Matt, is that what you like? Is that the kind of colt you are? Is this what you want to see??”

Lindsey, somewhat theatrically, let her hands drop to her side, uncovering her equine pussy and the one black nipple she had been shielding from Matt’s view.

“You get a stiffy seeing your aunt naked? You fantasize about me? Was this part of your fantasy?”

In addition to her other athletic activities in her late teens and early twenties, Lindsey had also spent a couple years working as an exotic dancer. She never fell into that lifestyle, never got into drugs or sold her body – it was just the best money she was going to earn at that time in her life, before she met Bob and with a young baby to support.

She never liked the job, but she did learn quite a few moves while there. She started rolling her body sensually, turning to the side and shaking her butt towards her nephew, flicking her tail provocatively to give brief glances of her tailhole. She was putting her body on display, dancing like she hadn’t since she was stripping on stage all those years ago. 

“This is what you were fantasizing about, isn’t it? You’re sick, Matt. It’s so wrong to think about your own aunt like that. So wrong,” she said, squatting down, lifting herself up with her ass out and back curved, like she was expecting Matt to throw dollar bills at her.

“So wrong… so wrong…” she repeated several times, as much to Matt as to herself. She was trying to block out the fact that this plan ended with cheating on her husband; it was an unfortunate but necessary step. When Bob saw the baby it wouldn’t matter, the ends would justify the means.

She got down on all fours and began crawling seductively towards her nephew sitting on the edge of the bed.

Lindsey reached Matt on her knees. She rubbed her hands along Matt’s thighs, though truly she was running her hand along the length of Matt’s erection underneath his pant leg.

She knew she might have to play her ace card at some point, telling Matt she saw him and Jennifer fucking last time she visited and threatening to tell their mom if he didn’t do what she wanted. He wasn’t offering much resistance now, though. Much less than she thought he would. It might not be necessary to go the blackmail route.

It was better to have multiple avenues of attack, though. Lust was one, the carrot she could dangle for him as a reward. But the stick, the threat of punishment, could be even more effective. 

“What would your mother say if she found out you were a pervert who gets hard looking at his aunt…” she said, bending down slightly. She nuzzled the side of his leg with her equine muzzle, nose and nostril on Matt’s pants.

“Aunt Lindsey, I…” Matt started, the first words he’d been able to speak since Ellie left.

“Shhhh… don’t say anything. Just let me take care of you…” she said, pressing her nose now directly into his crotch, feeling the massiveness of his balls through his pants. “If you let me make you feel good, I won’t tell your mother what a perv you are. Now lean back. Just let me do everything…”

Matt nodded his head in agreement. Between the suddenness and unexpectedness of his aunt’s actions, how horny he already was from almost scoring with Ellie before his aunt even came in and the brain-fog-inducing effects of the their combined heats hanging heavily in the air, the whole experience was too overwhelming for Matt to form any kind of response other than acquiescence.

Matt leaned back on his back, propping himself up on his elbows while his legs dangled off the edge of his bed. His aunt – his totally naked, 32 year-old aunt – traced her hands up to the top button on his pants, the same one he had hastily buttoned back just a few minutes before. She unbuttoned it, then went to his zipper, pulling it down all the way.

Now her hands went to the waistband of Matt’s pants. She wrapped one around the back, unbuttoning the button above his tail. She didn’t need to tell him to lift his butt off the bed so she could slide his pants and underwear off.

“Good boy… good boy…” she whispered as if she were talking to a pet rather than her nephew.

She’d hooked her fingers under his underwear. It was easier to slide off his pants than she was expecting. The base of his shaft appeared. His softball-sized balls halted her progress for a moment, but Matt was helping her along in the process now. She actually heard them flop out and settle on the bed.

Inch by inch Lindsey revealed the veiny black girth of her 14-year-old nephew’s horse-cock. She eyed it hungrily and it continued, and continued, and continued further down his pant leg. God-damn, it’s down to his knee, she thought. There was no doubt – this was the biggest cock she’d ever seen in her life.

What happened next shouldn’t have surprised her. Trailing down one leg was not the natural state of an erect, fully-aroused horse-cock, after all.

Lindsey pulled Matt’s pants down past his knees, fully freeing his cock. In an instant it rebounded to its natural position, springing upwards and slapping her right on her mouth, landing between her upper lip and her equine nostrils.

“Sorry! Aunt…” Matt started.

But his aunt didn’t let him finish his thought. Before that moment, a part of her – the part that loved her husband Bob and was devoted solely to him – had been rebelling against doing what she knew she had to do. But now, for the first time in nearly 10 years, she’d touched a cock that wasn’t her husband’s. Her lip had touched it. And when Matt’s cock sprang up at her face, it left a string of precum across her neck, chin, across her lips. She could taste it. She had tasted it, tasted another man. She’d cheated on Bob already, really. What did it matter now what else she did?

“Aunt Lind… wait… ahh…”

Doing it quickly meant that any residual hesitation she might have had was quashed. Less than three seconds after her nephew’s cock had smacked her in the face, she had her lips wrapped around it. Another second and she was bobbing up and down, sucking his shaft.

“Ohh…” Matt moaned.

She wasn’t a whore, she reminded herself. If she was one, she would be able to deep-throat and take more of it in her mouth than she was doing now, right? The longitudinal nature of horse’s heads meant that she could take about 7 inches in her mouth, which had been plenty for the handful of guys she’d ever sucked off in the past, including her husband. But for Matt that was only about half his total length.

Lindsey raised her head up, letting her nephew’s clock slide out of her mouth. The unflared tip was nearly flat. It glistened with her saliva like smooth black leather accentuated with flecks of pink, small patches of unpigmented skin. The gleam of saliva ended at his medial ring about halfway down the shaft. Her eyes followed the veins down to the root, those gargantuan black balls underslung, resting on the bed. He actually had to spread his legs because they were so big.

She licked down the side of Matt’s shaft, all the way to the base. Those incredible, almost implausibly huge balls… she had to feel them. She had to taste them.

Lindsey gently wedged her nose between the pair, right under the base of Matt’s shaft. She inhaled sharply and nuzzled the young colt’s balls. An errant thought raced through her mind: this is where her child would come from. The seed she needed was right here, right now.

She felt Matt grip her left ear with one hand, the black mane on her neck with the other. He wasn’t complaining, he wasn’t freaking out or running away. This would work.

Lindsey licked upwards again, nibbling more than a foot up the length of Matt’s shaft from base to tip. It was decision time. Should she leave it here? She’d already gone farther than she planned – this was meant to just tease Matt, to prime his mind for what she had planned for tomorrow. He seemed ready though. She was already naked. Did they have time? What if they didn’t? She never planned to go all the way at the house, where she could get caught. But the opportunity was here. The opportunity was now.

She would do it. She wouldn’t ask or give him a chance to say no. How long would a virgin teenage colt last, anyway? It was a wonder he didn’t cum when she sucked him for just a few seconds. She would only have to ride him for a minute or two and it would be done. Do it now, the practical, unemotional part of her mind screamed. Do it now!

Lindsey started to lift herself up from her knees. She would quickly grab that monster cock, line herself up. It would be too quick for Matt to say no. Realistically she was probably stronger than him anyway.

She grabbed Matt’s cock near the tip with her left hand. But then, just as she was pulling it towards her, a glint from her finger caught her eye. It was the diamond on her wedding ring.

For a moment she froze. Her mind went back to her wedding day, the vows she shared with her husband. ‘Forsaking all others,’ that was the promise the ring represented. Now that ring was touching another horse’s cock. So much for that promise.

She remembered too that Matt was actually at the wedding, sitting right next to her daughter Ellie in the front row. They were both just kids back then.

Maybe she shouldn’t do this. This was wrong. It definitely was. But she’d already cheated! She’d already sucked his dick! And she was naked, staring down the barrel of her nephew’s cock. It was the only way she’d be able to give her husband the foal he’d always wanted. That’s not cheating, right? Well, it is. It definitely is. But it’s complicated. It’s not like that, you know? It wasn’t for her. It’s for her husband. He would understand. She’d never tell him, but he’d understand, right? Right??

“Movie time! Movie time!”

The call came from the other side of the door in the hallway.

“Matt! Movie time!”

Lindsey didn’t move.

“Be down in a second mom!” Matt answered. Surprisingly confidently, Lindsey thought, almost like he’d been in this situation before.

“Have you seen your aunt?”

“She’s in the bathroom. I’ll tell her to come downstairs,” Matt lied. His hands were still on his Aunt Lindsey’s head, his cock was still an inch from her face.

“Okay sweetie. Tell her to hurry up, everyone else is waiting!”

The light from the hallway coming in underneath the door went dark, and Matt knew his mom went back downstairs.

“We better get dressed and go downstairs,” he said to his aunt.

Lindsey shuffled back on her knees and reached for her luggage.

“Yeah,” was her curt reply.

- -

Movie night was one of the big benefits of their relatives visiting. Matt and Jennifer’s mom had never told them they couldn’t watch certain movies or TV shows or anything like that, she let them watch R-rated movies when they were kids. It just seemed like that was never something they did unless Bob, Lindsey and Ellie came to visit. That worked out pretty well since they got to see new movies that were almost guaranteed to be great, vetted by their uncle and aunt.

Matt had gone into his bathroom to change into his pajama pants and a T-shirt before heading downstairs. He’d wordlessly left his aunt in his room, naked, but she wasn’t there when he finished changing. Probably for the best, he thought. Presumably she quickly threw on some clothes and went downstairs.

He didn’t know what to make of what just happened. If his aunt hadn’t walked in he probably would have fucked his cousin, and if his mom hadn’t called him from the hallway he probably would have fucked his aunt. He had no problem with any of that – if he had issues with incest he wouldn’t be fucking his sister every day. It was the way it went down with his aunt that was confusing. With Ellie it seemed natural, like she wanted it, but with his aunt it was almost like she was forcing herself. There was no lead up, it was so out of character for her. It just felt off. It felt weird. He wasn’t sure how he’d react if he found himself alone with her again, but he was almost positive it was going to make the next few days really awkward.

Matt was the last one downstairs. The lights were already off and his uncle Bob had just pressed play on the VCR. He and Ellie were sitting on the couch that was along the side wall, while his mom and Lindsey were sitting on the one arranged perpendicular to that one, directly in front of the TV.

“There he is. Come sit with me, Matt.”

It was Jennifer. As crazy as it seemed considering her size, Matt didn’t notice her at first. She was sitting on the floor in front of the TV on one of the big bean-bag chairs that migrated around the living room. She was leaning against the couch, with the biggest blanket in the house covering up her entire body and pulled up to her neck.

“Is there room?” Matt asked. His initial thought was to sit between his mom and aunt on the couch, but that would have been a little crowded, especially with Jennifer right in front of him. It would have been weird sitting next to his aunt after what just happened, anyway.

“Plenty of room. Get under the blanket with me,” Jennifer said. She lifted the side of the blanket as an invitation for her brother.

Matt got down on the floor and scooted under the blanket next to his sister.

“Not there, here. Get on the bean-bag with me. More comfortable,” she said quietly.

He realized that she meant for him to sit directly in front of her in her lap. Her strong arm wrapped around his body before he could think about saying no, and she easily lifted him up over her leg and into position.

“See, much better. Much warmer,” she said.

Jennifer pulled the blanket up over them, up to Matt’s neck. He was sitting, now, between her legs, totally covered by the massive blanket, his head nestled between her breasts. How did he always find himself in this situation?

“It’s nice to see you two getting along so well now. I remember when you were kids you couldn’t stand each other, always at each others throats,” their uncle Bob said to them as the last of the previews played before the movie started.

“Guess we just grew out of it,” Jennifer said.

“Well that’s good. Shows maturity. Shows character! You’ve only got one brother and you can’t get rid of him, so you might as well play nice!”

“Mm-hmm. Definitely a lot nicer now,” Jennifer replied. Matt could feel her big hands on him, one on his leg and one on his stomach. He understood what she had planned now – with this enormous blanket covering them with only their heads protruding, Jennifer could do anything she wanted underneath.

“That’s great! You know, it was kind of the same with me and my brother for a long time when I was growing up. Boy, howdy, did we scrap! He’s about, oh, five years older than me, so when we were kids…”

“Rough upbringing, woe-is-me, boo-hoo. Now shush, movie’s starting!” Lindsey chided playfully at her husband.

“All right, all right. Movie time! This is a good one, kiddos!”

The screen went black. The words ‘this film is based on a true story’ appeared, and nearly instantly Matt was thrust into a scene of several mobsters burying a body. He’d seen this movie – BadFellas – in the movie store before, and he’d heard that it was really good. In just a few minutes he was fully invested.

That’s when the groping started. Jennifer had raised her knees up a little, creating a nice little hidden expanse underneath the blanket that coincided neatly with Matt’s midsection. He felt her hands move slowly, carefully down to his plaid pajama pants. The scent of his aunt and cousin’s heat were still in the air and he was still hard as a rock.

He knew he couldn’t stop whatever Jennifer had planned. What was he going to do, get up and leave? All he could do was let her do what she was going to do and try to help her make as little noise and arouse as little suspicion from everyone else in the room as possible. She hooked her thumbs underneath the elastic waistband of his pajama pants.

“I’ll do it…” Matt whispered. Jennifer’s chin was resting on the top of his head, the way they were sitting, and because the movie was so loud no one heard him except her.

With both their bodies hidden by the blanket, Jennifer’s hands moved to Matt’s stomach and chest, and he carefully started pulling his pants down. Once again his cock was trailing down one of his pant legs, so he had to get his pants down near his knees to free it.

Before he even made it that far Jennifer had her hand around the base of his cock. She edged down the length of his shaft, trailing an inch or two behind his pants. When Matt finally cleared the unflared head she had a firm grip on it. She knew from experience that his cock was like a coiled spring in this position and that without resistance it would rebound and slap against his chest. Jennifer didn’t know it, but this was a lesson that her Aunt Lindsey had learned for herself less than half an hour ago.

Slowly, hoping no one else in the room noticed, she raised her knees higher to make a little more room under the blanket. She carefully guided her brother’s cock to the side against her own leg; even with the extra room, she still wouldn’t have been able to let it flop straight back without hitting the blanket. She let it trace her leg back, and once it was past her knee she had enough room underneath the blanket to let it return to its natural position: fully erect, running up the entire length of Matt’s torso to his black nipples.

Matt didn’t know what Jennifer planned next. He only knew that he was completely at her mercy, and that they were less than 30 minutes into a movie that lasted more than two hours.

The truth was that Jennifer didn’t have a plan. She was just really horny and wanted to play with a big horse-cock. It was that simple.

Jennifer gripped the head of Matt’s cock with both hands, coating her fingers in the steady dribble of precum. Slowly, much slower and more gently than Matt was used to from her, she began working her hands up and down his shaft.

The steady trickle of precum wasn’t enough for Jennifer to coat the entirety of Matt’s shaft. Stealthily, one of her hands emerged from the blanket. Matt couldn’t tell what she was doing at first as she brought it to her mouth. She pretended to yawn. 

It wasn’t until her hand was back under the blanket that Matt realized what she was really doing. She’d spit in her hand, and she was using it to lubricate his shaft. It seemed kind of gross to Matt, but he couldn’t do much about it.

Several more times she poked her hand out of the blanket, pretending to yawn so she could get more spit on Matt’s cock to make it wet and smooth.

“Don’t tell me the movie’s boring you Jenny! I promise it picks up soon!” Bob said unexpectedly. He must have seen Jennifer ‘yawning.’

“No, not at all, I’m just a little tired,” she answered, somewhat unconvincingly.

“Well the good thing about this movie is the pacing,” Bob said, going off on a tangent about greatness in cinema. “If you start to nod off, bam! Action! And the characters in the movie, too, that’s what’s great. You see the hard side and the soft side of a real gangster, not just the…”

“Okay honey, we get it, it’s a good movie. Shush it so we can watch!” Lindsey interrupted.

“No it’s fine Aunt Lindsey. I think I know what Uncle Bob is talking about, you need to feel the hard and the soft. You need both for the big, total package,” Jennifer said. She was playing with fire – at the same time she was stroking Matt’s hard, slick shaft with one hand and fondling his massive, soft balls with the other.

“Eh… maybe something like that. Just don’t feed your uncle’s ego, he already thinks he’s a master film critic,” Lindsey said in reply.

“Nothing like that, I just have good taste. I know quality when I see it. That’s why I married you,” Bob said, tossing a grin and a glance at his wife in the dim light cast by the television.

Lindsey smiled back, but her heart sank. She felt so guilty now. What would Bob say if he knew that half an hour ago his wife was sucking someone else’s dick?

And what would Lindsey think if she knew that, at that very moment, that same dick was being stroked by her niece?

‘Stroked’ wasn’t right word for it, though. At first Matt thought Jennifer was going to try to jack him off underneath the blankets. He wouldn’t have stopped her, but that would have created a whole new set of problems even if no one noticed.

But as the movie went on it slowly dawned on him that jacking him off wasn’t her intent. She was rubbing it, feeling it, playing with it. She was following veins up and down the length of his shaft, pausing on his medial ring and tracing around it with her finger tip. Her other hand would gently cup his balls, rub them possessively like a favorite pet. Occasionally one of her hands would drift to his stomach or his thigh, his chest and his nipples. Her thumb went into his belly button and she squeezed his slight belly pudge. She rubbed his nipples like she was polishing them, around and around in circles. And always, after every detour her hands took the hinterlands of Matt’s body, they always returned home to his cock and his balls.

Matt settled into it after a few minutes. In a way this was better than getting jacked off. He was surrounded by the soft warmth of his sister, like laying on a huge heated pillow. He was watching an awesome new movie and getting his body massaged and his cock worshipped by a hot mare. How else could he describe it? She was worshiping his cock, his balls, his entire body.

After a while the movie started getting a little dialogue-heavy. He thought maybe he’d close his eyes, just for a bit, just until the next action scene. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this relaxed in his life.

- -

“Good night kiddos! Sleep tight!” Uncle Bob called from the stairs as he and Aunt Lindsey went upstairs.

Matt must have fallen asleep at some point during the movie. When he woke up the movie credits were rolling and his relatives  were stretching and standing up. Jennifer had, evidently, stuffed his still semi-erect cock back down one pant leg and pulled his pants back up.

It was pretty late now, so within a few minutes most everyone was on their way to bed. Matt’s aunt and uncle were the last ones up the stairs, heading to his room to sleep, leaving him and Ellie to sleep on the couches downstairs in the living room.

The thing with his aunt was still on his mind. What had that been all about? What would tomorrow be like, having to see her and act normal? And how had he never noticed how hot she was before? Even now, ready to go to sleep in the dark living room, his erection had come back in full force. He was thinking so much now about his aunt Lindsey that he had almost forgotten what happened earlier on his bed when he and Ellie were playing video games.

But she hadn’t.

While Matt was thinking about Ellie’s mom, Ellie was working up her nerve to make a move. She could hear him breathing just a few feet away on the couch positioned so close to the one she was on. Was he already asleep? He had fallen asleep during the movie, so maybe he was really tired.

Ellie was wet – she had been off and on since her video game session hours before. Throughout the movie she had been fidgeting under her own blanket, rubbing herself to try to alleviate the ‘super horny’ as much as she could. Now her shorts – one of her many pairs of shiny ‘Yumbro’ brand nylon soccer shorts, which she wore every night to sleep in along with oversize T-shirts – were soaking.

Was he really just going to go to sleep, after what happened earlier? Was it going to be like Thanksgiving, where she tried time and again to drop clues for him to pick up on but he would never make a move?

No, she resolved. Not this time. If she was going to get what she wanted, she would have to make the move. He was shy, inexperienced, that was understandable. She was positive he had never been with a girl before. So she would have to take the lead, and once she kicked it off it would be like an unstoppable avalanche. She just needed to set it off.

“Hey… Matt?” she whispered in the darkness, barely a squeak. She almost surprised herself in saying it, the task planned but the moment spontaneous.

“Mmm… yeah?” he answered, a bit louder. He sounded like he had been half-asleep.

“Are you awake?” she asked, still in a whisper.

“Y-yeah. Yeah, I’m awake… what’s up?” he answered in a groggy voice.

That was fine, though. He was awake. That was enough.

Ellie didn’t say a word. She threw off her blanket and put her hooves down on the carpet. One step and she was next to Matt, laying on the couch. Before Matt had a chance to do anything, to even process what was happening, she slid under his blanket, wedged her knee between him and the back of the couch, straddled him.

“Ellie? What are…” he started. But she wasn’t going to let him finish.

Half asleep and with eyes barely open, Matt felt his cousin’s warmth on his face, her lips on his, her tongue in his mouth. And as soon as he felt that, he was on autopilot. Jennifer had crept into his room like this so many times, and so many times he had woken up with her on top of him, kissing him, feeling him, wanting him. He could be half asleep, he didn’t need his mind for what came next. His body knew what to do.

It surprised Ellie how quickly that switch in him was flipped. Within a few seconds of her kissing him she felt his hands on her hips, then her butt. Her Yumbro’s provided almost no barrier, and in another few seconds she felt Matt’s hands down her pants, feeling the bare lightly-furred skin on her ass.

Wanting to match his intensity, she reached her own hands down, feeling Matt’s body. She felt underneath the bottom of the T-shirt he was wearing, then up his stomach and chest underneath the shirt.

But Matt was moving even faster than that. He grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt, forcefully pulling it up. They broke their kiss and their eyes met. There was a hunger in them that Ellie had never seen before. Then Matt grunted, pulling up on her shirt. Ellie raised her arms and, just like that, she was topless. Matt’s hands went immediately to her flat chest, then his mouth and tongue went to her nipple.

This was more intense than she was expecting. The avalanche, she told herself. She’d started it. And once you set it off, you can’t stop an avalanche.

“Oh my god… oh, Matty…”

With one hand he was taking off his own shirt. In a quick motion it cleared his head and he tossed it to the floor. His lips went straight back to her flat chest and nipple. She still didn’t understand why he was focusing there of all places, the part of her body she was most embarrassed about. Clearly he liked it, though. Maybe she had been wrong. Maybe not all guys were just into big boobs.

That’s when she felt it. Matt’s hands were back on her hips, he was pulling her down onto him. Onto his lap. Onto one leg…

Oh my god that’s his penis, she realized. And it’s gigantic.

How could that even be real? She remembered that awkward experience with that loser in the closet at that party, how she thought she could feel his hard-on through his pants. But it was nothing like this. Could that really be his penis? Did Matt have a baseball bat down there?

He was pulling down harder on her now. Not only that, she realized that he was moving his own hips. She could feel his hardness on the inside of her thigh.

“Matty… is that your…”

Matt stopped sucking Ellie’s nipple, laying fully back down on the couch with his cousin on top of him. He was looking straight into Ellie’s eyes now.

“Yeah, it is,” she heard him say without any shame. “Do you want to touch it?”

Matt saw her eyes widen. She swallowed noticeably. She paused. Her mouth opened just slightly but no words came. She wanted to say yes, he could tell. But she was nervous. She’d never touched a dick before and she didn’t know what to do. But he could help her.

“It’s okay with me. I want you to. I mean, if you want to,” he said, trying to sound as much like this was a new experience for him too. “So… do you want to?”

Matt saw that Ellie was still looking deeply into his eyes. Her expression hadn’t changed, trepidation tinged with excitement. But then, without breaking eye contact, she began to slowly nod her head.

“Y-yes… yes. I want to…”

Ellie felt the hands on her hips shift. Matt was urging her to lift herself up a bit now.

“Gimme some room…” Matt said gently.

She lifted her butt higher off her cousin. Matt’s hands went down from her hips to his own plaid pajama pants. Ellie’s eyes stayed on his as started pulling his pants down. The elastic waistband went down past his hips, and he lifted his butt a little off the couch. His balls were free, then the first few inches of his hard, black shaft. Ellie’s eyes didn’t leave his. Inch by inch he pulled his pants down lower, lower, inch by inch exposing more of the horse-cock that trailed down his right pant leg. Ellie didn’t realize it, but her tail was lifted high along with her butt.

Matt’s waistband reached near his knees and, finally, to the flat-headed end of his cock. All at once the pent-up, spring-like energy was released, and just like a few hours before with his Aunt Lindsey his horse-cock rebounded with force, and with a loud slap it smacked into Ellie’s butt.

The face she made when it happened almost made Matt laugh, equal parts shock and elation.

“Holy frijoles… Matty-doo…” she breathed.

“More room. Up…” he answered.

Ellie nodded obediently. She lifted his ass higher. As she did she could feel her cousin’s huge member sliding down her left butt-cheek, leaving a trail of slimy pre-cum across her Yumbro shorts.

“More,” Matt said.

She did as she was told, raising her butt higher still. Matt’s cock-head snagged in the nylon fabric of her soccer shorts for just a moment before it cleared, and for the third time that night his cock rebounded, slapping loudly against his own stomach and chest.

Ellie was staring straight down at it now. It was difficult for her to believe her eyes. The black shaft she was looking at was as thick as her arm, and it had to be almost as long. It ran up all the way up her cousin’s stomach to his chest.

“Holy macaroni…”

“Back down,” Matt said, applying gentle pressure on her hips. Just the way Ellie spoke sometimes made him smile, silly phrases not meant as jokes, so much more innocent than his sister.

“It’s not gonna…” she started, but Matt cut her off, knowing what she was going to say before she said it because he could tell she had no experience handling a dick.

“It’s okay. You can’t hurt it. Sit down on it,” he urged.

“Okay…” Ellie whispered. She carefully lowered herself back down like a mother hen on her clutch, a part of her still unsure that sitting on Matt’s penis wouldn’t hurt him. Her eyes stayed on it the whole time. It was so strange – at once alien and familiar, a part of her dear cousin who she loved but also that forbidden thing in the pictures she was so careful to hide. But it wasn’t just something in those porno pictures she looked at when she was horny. It was real. It was here.

“Holy…” she mouthed as she sat on it fully and felt her cousin’s penis between her legs. Matt had intentionally guided her down by her hips so that her wet pussy would come to rest right at the base of his cock, only the thin nylon of her soccer shorts between them.

“It’s so warm… it’s so…” Matt heard her say, her eyes still on it. He could feel the tenseness in her body. Her breathing was erratic, her heart was beating so hard and fast that he could almost hear it.

“Ellie,” he said in the gentlest, most soothing voice he could. “Ellie-belly. Ellie-jelly-belly? Look at me. Hey, look up.”

For the first time since she saw it her focus shifted from Matt’s massive horse-cock, back to his face.

“It’s me, okay? It’s your Matty-doo.”

“Matty… I’ve never…” Ellie said.

“Neither have I,” Matt answered, lying to his cousin about his lack of experience. “But I want to try it with you.”

Matt saw her face change. This wasn’t some alien appendage she’d only seen when exploring the ‘world-wide web’ button on AOL that her mother told her not to click, this wasn’t the creep in the closet at that party. This was just a part of her cousin, Matt, who she loved so much. And she could love this, too.

She came crashing down on him all at once. Their lips met once more, their tongues tussled in their mouths. Matt’s hands roamed up from Ellie’s thick nylon-covered butt to her slim waist and up the small of her back. He felt the soft black hair of her mane, which tapered off midway down her back. He ran his hands up the crease of her spine, feeling the mane hair thicken more and more the closer he got to her neck.

Ellie’s hands were on the sides of his head as they kissed, rubbing the lobes of his large equine ears. This was fine, this was good, Matt told himself. But the scent was still in the air, and these make-out sessions always ended with hard fucking when he was with Jennifer. He didn’t know how far Ellie was willing to go, but he would press forward as far as he could.

Matt took hold of Ellie’s wrists. He wasn’t forceful – gently he guided her hands down the sides of his long equine jowls, down his neck to his chest.

In a way this was a new experience for Matt. Because of the nearly 3-foot difference in their respective heights, having sex with his sister was always an exercise in alignment. He was used to his head being level with boobs while he fucked. Being with Ellie was totally different. They were the same height so they were face to face, chest to chest, cock to pussy.

They were cock to stomach, to be more accurate. Maybe cock to chest. When Ellie went to kiss Matt her whole body pressed against his. Now his cock was sort of sandwiched between them, like a hot dog between two buns. So when he guided Ellie’s hands down his neck and to his chest, he was really leading her to wrap those hands around his shaft.

Matt pressed Ellie’s hands between their touching chests, almost identical down to their matching black nipples that had been rubbing against each other.

She felt it, then, for the first time. Not through clothing, not just pressure on her leg or stomach or butt. Bare skin, hand on cock. She broke their kiss and opened her eyes. Matt did the same.

“Oh Matty-doo…” she whispered.

“Do whatever feels right,” Matt said. He was still hoping that this would end with him boning Ellie down into the sofa, but he didn’t want to do anything she wasn’t ready for.

Ellie lifted her flat chest off Matt’s, exposing his cock again. She had both hands wrapped around it now, and Matt could see that her eyes were once again fixated on it.

Clumsily, awkwardly, she began to stroke her cousin’s cock. It was slick in part from the pre-cum that kept dribbling from the tip, but also from the generous coating of saliva that Jennifer kept rubbing onto it with while they were watching the movie. Ellie couldn’t believe how hot it felt, how it was indescribably hard and soft at the same time, how she could feel the veins underneath the skin.

A weird thought crossed her mind. When they were kids they used to ride bikes together through the neighborhood, and Matt’s bike was always losing air pressure in one of the tires. They didn’t have the money for a new bike, so they would have to stop by the garage every half hour or so to pump it back up. She must have done it a hundred times, both hands on the handle of that bike pump, up and down and up and down. Pumping it for Matty-doo.

“That feels so good,” he said up to her. She looked into his eyes again. “Can I make you feel good?”

She nodded, not really thinking about what she was saying yes to, but by this point she was okay with anything Matt wanted to do.

Matt eased his hands back to her hips. His lip curled – he wouldn’t make her do anything she didn’t want to, but the scent of her heat filled the room. He was going to go as far as she would let him.

He put his palm on Ellie’s trim belly, his fingertips near the elastic waistband of her nylon soccer-shorts. Matt was looking for a sign that he should stop, but she just kept working his cock like a bicycle pump as his hand slid lower.

She wasn’t wearing anything underneath those thin nylon shorts. Matt moved his hand further down her stomach until he was able to wedge his fingers between her waistband and her midriff.

Now his hand was fully down her pants. His fingers reached the area just above his goal, the mons pubis, this mound that seemed so pronounced on all the female members of his family – all the ones he had seen so far, anyway. Another inch or two…

“Oh… Oh Matty…”

Ellie was almost quivering now as Matt’s fingers reached her sex. They glided deftly over the upper portion of her vulva, the sort of inverted teardrop common to all equines. His hand stayed, and with his pinkie and thumb he spread her lips.

“Matty…”

He crooked his middle finger. He slid it inside her. Warm, slick – it felt just like his sister’s, just smaller and tighter. He didn’t know why that should surprise him, but it did.

“Matty… Matt…!”

It only took his middle finger entering her for her to start cumming. Matt could feel her winking, he could feel the rolling of her muscles on his finger, like they were trying to pull it deeper inside.

This was it, he thought, though his mind was so addled with pheromone-induced lust that he wasn’t really doing much thinking. This is it. She wants it now.

Without warning he pulled his finger from the warmth of his cousin’s sex. Both hands went straight back to her hips, and both thumbs went underneath her waistband. Without any hesitation he roughly pulled them down, exposing Ellie’s butt. He was only able to get them down to the bottom of her ass because of the way she was sitting, the front of the shorts still covering her nethers. His fingers went back to her midriff and, with a quick tug, he pulled Ellie’s pants down to her thighs.

That was enough. He could see it now, bare black skin against short mottled gray fur, just like his sister, just like his aunt. There was nothing now between his cock and her pussy.

“Oh Matty…”

She was still stroking his cock. She had no skill at it, her technique was non-existent, but she was so enthusiastic that it actually was starting to feel good. She was working the entire length of it, which was no small feat given its size.

That size was a problem though. He wanted to fuck Ellie, badly, but her pussy was way down there and the head of his cock was way up at his chest. Now Matt gripped the back of Ellie’s thighs. He pulled them towards him, more forcefully than before.

But Ellie didn’t get the message he intended.

“Oh my god, Matty-doo!”

Ellie let her body fall down on Matt once again, ambushing him with another full-mouth kiss before Matt could do anything. His cock was sandwiched between their pressed-together stomachs and chests, but this time was different – Ellie was rolling her hips, and Matt could feel that she was grinding her bare pussy on the base of his cock.

“Mm-nnhh-hnnnhh…” she moaned into Matt’s mouth without breaking their kiss. In seconds she wasn’t just rolling her hips, she was absolutely humping the base of her cousin’s hard dick.

Jennifer never did anything like this. She was pumping her hips like she was a stud, fucking Matt into the couch like a mare in heat.

“Mlahh…”

Ellie finally broke their kiss. She pressed her nose against Matt’s long ears.

“I want to have sex with you so bad. I want it so bad…” she whispered.

Matt, his hands still on her hips, tried in vain to slide her further up his body so he could give her what she wanted. Her hips were moving on their own though, riding the ridge at the base of his cock like she was taking the whole thing.

“This… I want this…” she said, lust dripping from her voice. Her hands were on the unflared head of his penis now. She started rubbing it, squeezing, kneading.

“I want it inside me now…”

She didn’t know what she was doing. But in her unguided zeal she was doing the absolute worst thing possible if she wanted this to continue.

This was the technique. The technique, the one Matt knew he could use whenever he jacked off to get himself to cum almost immediately, the same one he used when looking under the bathroom door at Jennifer those many months ago. Stroking up and down his cock felt good, but to cum almost instantly he knew all he had to do was squeeze his cock head in just the right way just a few times. Just right. Just the way Ellie was doing it now.

“Ellie…” he said, feeling the onset of his orgasm, unstoppable like a tsunami.

“I want it, Matty I… Wait…”

The most bizarre thing Ellie had ever felt happened at that moment, right in her hands. The tip of Matt’s cock, which she had both her hands wrapped around, push her fingers apart. All at once it bloomed, like those huge mushrooms that grew next to the dead tree in her old back yard, except it was hard and steaming hot and had the smooth texture of an apple, and there were little dimples between her fingers and –

The first thick jet of horse cum exploded all over Ellie’s neck and chin, soaking her instantly, droplets spraying from the impact.

“Oh god, oh!”

That was all she got out before the second pulse shot from her cousin’s flared horse-cock. It hit her chin squarely, sending a thick stream of cum running down to the couch.

“Matt… Matt!”

Rivulets of her cousin’s seed coursed through the fur on her chin, finding their way to her lower lip. A few drops found the tip of her tongue, and she tasted the faint saltiness of horse cum for the first time.

“Ahh…”

She tilted her head down, trying to get more of it in her mouth. It was unlike anything she had tasted before and almost instinctively she wanted more. 

The third blast from her cousin’s cock hit her then, right into her mouth. She made no attempt at avoiding it – if anything she opened her mouth wider. This was the pure sexual essence of the only colt she’d ever wanted, she needed to be covered by it and coated in it.

Another pulse of Matt’s cum filled her open mouth. She opened her eyes for the fifth stream, but his cumshots were losing their power and this one only made it to her chin. The next few were weaker by degrees. Still, she could feel each one through her stomach and chest, Matt’s shaft still wedged between their bodies pulsating with each one. The last few weak spurts just dribbled out of Matt’s flared cockhead.

She swallowed instinctively. An entire mouthful.

“Oh my god… oh my god…” was all she could say, catching her breath. She was soaked. Matt, underneath her, was even more soaked. She didn’t know there would be so much. No one ever told her it was so messy.

Matt’s cock was unflared now, shrinking in her hands. She looked up again, once more into his eyes.

“Oh, Matty-doo!” she exclaimed, her arms wrapping around his head in a lover’s embrace.

“Oh Matty, I love you, I’ve always loved you ever since we were little kids, and I always wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know what you’d say, or if you felt that way about me, but you do! You do! And I always wanted my first time to be with someone I loved, and I want to do it with you, and…”

Matt was glad she couldn’t see the expression on his face, at that moment. He loved his cousin, sure, but really all he’d been after with her tonight was sex. She was talking about – what was she talking about?

“… even though we live so far apart, but we can talk to each other on the phone every day and no one would think anything…”

It reminded him of Ellie’s mother, talking, talking, talking.

Oh god, Aunt Lindsey. She wanted him too. What would that be like tomorrow?

“… and we could…”

“Hey,” Matt said, interrupting Ellie’s afterglow babbling. She stopped talking immediately. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

“Do you love me too, Matt?” Matt heard Ellie ask.

“Yes, I love you,” Matt said, not in the way one would say it to a lover but more the way one would say it to their favorite dog, their mother or their cousin. “But we need to get cleaned up.”

Ellie nodded her head and smiled. She went in for another kiss, this one short. Matt could taste his own cum on her lips, and he did not enjoy it the way she did.

When she rolled off him there was a sound like peeling tape off a roll. They were both absolutely drenched in Matt’s cum. With wet hands Matt reached around, not wanting to use the blanket, but there wasn’t anything in arm’s reach.

“Here, we can use this,” Ellie said, picking her T-shirt up off the floor.

She had kicked off her soccer shorts and was standing totally naked in the middle of the living room. Matt watched her in the dim, pale light while she dried herself off with the shirt, like she had just gotten out of the shower. She really was gorgeous, from her thick thighs and butt to her thin waist and flat chest. Nothing eye-popping, but every part of her worked together to create a whole that was next to perfect.

“Good enough. Here,” she said, tossing her shirt to Matt so he could clean himself up too.

“I can use mine,” Matt said.

“It’s already wet, a little more won’t matter,” she said.

That was fine with him if she was okay with it. He dried himself off with Ellie’s shirt, and by the time he was finished it was totally soaked. Ellie had put her soccer shorts back on and he started dressing himself back in his pajama pants and dry T-shirt.

“Do you have another shirt down here?” Matt asked. Ellie’s bags were upstairs in his room. With Lindsey and Bob asleep in his bed, getting another shirt from up there was a non-starter.

“It’s fine,” she said.

“I think we might have some old shirts in the laundry room, we can find something else for you to sleep in,” Matt offered.

“No really, it’s fine. I like it like this. It smells like you,” she said.

Matt wasn’t sure what to think about that. The shirt was so wet it almost clung to her body, but she put it on nonetheless and crawled under the blankets on her couch. Matt did the same on the couch he was sleeping on. Parts of the couch cushions had gotten wet, but that couldn’t have been avoided.

“Good night, Matty-doo. Tomorrow’s a new day,” Ellie said wistfully.

“Good night,” Matt said tersely in return. A new day, indeed. At that very moment there were four mares in this house, Matt thought as he pulled the blanket over himself, and at least three of them wanted his cock. He didn’t know how the next few days would play out, but he had no reservations about giving all of them exactly what they wanted.

Feet away Ellie felt like she was floating on a cloud. She and Matt had just shared their first sexual experience together! She pulled the cum-soaked shirt up to her nose and inhaled deeply. Such a strong scent. Maybe it was just because it was her ‘super-horny’ time of the month, but she couldn’t get enough. A smile spread across her mouth as she closed her eyes. Matt loved her, and before this visit was over they would lose their virginities to each other properly. She was sure of it.