>You sneeze. Loudly.
>Christ this cold is killing you.
>Probably literally, in a minor way, too, now you think about it.
>You're sweating through your shirt, although leaving the safety of the covers means you'll freeze.
>So, in essence, fucked either way.
 
>You shiver, and pull the sweaty cloth tighter about your person.
>You blame fucking Dash.
>"Hey Anon, lemme grab a swig of your soda!" She'd said.
>"Don't be lame," she'd said.
> Wily blue bitch only started sneezing and hacking up a lung after she'd covered the damn mouthpiece in saliva.
> Fucking Dash.
 
>You interrupt your own thought process with a bout of coughing, and through it barely hear the door open.
>Fluttershy creeps in, arms bundled with assorted goods.
> You see she's somehow keeping a tray on top of the pile, and judging by the steam rising off the top you can only hope she doesn't spill it.
>On her, or you.
>"A-Anon," she squeaks.
"Over here, Shy. Where you left me." You beckon her over, trying to use your voice as a beacon.
> She teeters over to your desk, setting the pile down over your work.
>"I brought soup. A-and blankets, and some damp cloths for your head."
>Oh that sounds nice-- wait
"You did put the damp and dry things seperate, right, 'Shy?"
> You hear a panicked gasp, as your sister tries to seperate the dry from the damp..
>.. without taking the food tray from the top.
 
>You hear a crash and a yelp, and you're upright in bed.
>The cold's already getting to you.
>Fluttershy's sat there on the floor, looking panicked as she tries to wipe hot soup from herself.
>It's not very effective as far as efforts go.
>You quickly cross the room in the weird swaying steps only a fever can get you.
>You stare at your little sister for a minute, before grabbing some of the wet cloths from the pile
>You wipe at her face and shoulders, trying to sooth the angry reddened skin. 
>You wipe away the noodles from the soup.
>You sniff.
 
"Chicken Noodle?" You ask
>"Mmhmm." She replies sullenly, seeming to shrink into herself.
"Hey, I appreciate the effort." 
>You frown at the pink sundress she's wearing. It's practically soaked through with soup.
"You're gonna have to get out of that."
>She looks shocked, before standing slowly, and beginning to pull the dress over her head.
>When did she get such long legs?
>When did she get HIPS?
>You stare with rapt attention at the impromptu strip show, before remembering yourself.
"NOT IN HERE." You cry out.
>She blinks at you, a noodle still stuck to her forehead.
"I meant l-like.." 
>Oh great, now YOU'RE stuttering.
"Out in your room. G-go change there." 
>Because otherwise you'll ogle her throughout like some sort of creep.
 
>She seems to deflate, and she nods mutely, before quickly picking up the bowl and tray and shuffling out.
>Good job, Anon. Not only are you a sister-ogling creep, you're also an asshole.
>You sneeze. 
>God fucking dammit.
 
> A short while later, after you've changed the sweaty bedding for the fresh blankets Fluttershy brought up you wrap yourself in a dressing gown and sit at your desk.
>You eye the mountain of work that's been brought home daily from your teachers by Fluttershy.
>She's too good for you.
>TO YOU.
>You shake your head at the mental slip up, and put it on the fever that's been creeping into your brain over the course of the day.
>You grab the top most booklet from the pile and flick it open. Sequences and series. 
>Great.
>You get to work.
 
>"Anon, are y-you w-working?"
>Oh shit, that's her equivelant of yelling.
>You slowly turn in your chair, creaking slowly as you go.
>Shiiiiiiiiiiiit.
"Would you believe me if I said no?"
>She fixes the Fucking Stare on you.
>Blue eyes meet your green, and you try.
>You really do. 
>But she wins out.
 
"Ok, ok, I'll cut it out."
>"Bed. Now." She points, still glaring daggers at you.
 
>You shuffle over to your bed, removing your gown.
>"H-how am I going to keep you from trying to work every time I leave t-the room?" She asks, frowning. Then she smiles.
>She clambers in next to you.
>She curls up around you, throwing an arm over your damp chest, and a leg over yours.
>Brain, this is boner, we're taking control.
>BELAY THAT ORDER, PRIVATE.
"Yo-you'll get sick, too!" You try and put as much foreboding in your tone as possible.
>"Oh, that d-doesn't bother me."
>Shy's sort of the type that would hug a mangy mutt if it would make it feel better.
>She hugs you tighter.
>There's a moment of silence as you internally panick.
>Never have you wished more for erectile dysfunction.
>"You're w-warm. Boiling, even." She frowns, pink hair drooping over her eyes briefly. She removes a hand from your chest, running it through her hair.
>The sweat causes it to stick together, leaving her face, for once, entirely unobstructed.
>You think very unbrotherly things.
>No one should look that good without makeup.
>Especially your older sister.
>Didn't she mention offers to model for some of Rarity's friends?
>She's staring at you.
>"A-Anon?"
"Yep. Haha, that's me. Just, being here. All cool. Well, warm but I'm cool internally." Oh shit. The stammer's been replaced by rambling.
>You are so fucked.
>"Y-you're so strange, sometimes." She rests her head above your heart again.
>Can she hear how hard it's pounding?
"Sorry." You croak out.
>"I d-didn't say it was a bad thing, Anon.." She trails off, lightly tapping you with her nails.
>She always did like to fidget.
> She shifts, and her leg brushes against you.
>More accurately, the dukedom of Little Anon.
>She freezes.
>"O-oh." She mutters.
 
>You stare dead ahead.
>This is it.
>This is how you die.
>Not that Shy herself will kill you. 
>It's more you'll an hero because holy shit you sick fuck you think of your sister that way
>"Y-you think I'm pretty?"
>What.
"Kind of a- yes, Shy." You frown. She hasn't moved, but her leg isn't touching your member anymore.
>And surely that's a good thing, right?
> Still, a part of you is disappointed.
>Surprise: said part is your dick.
>"O-okay." She nods against your chest.
>Then she's moving.
>No, shit, you can't let her just lea--
>And she's leaning over you, straddling you.
>Her knees are pinning your arms down, practically nailing your hands to the bed.
>Fuck she has bony knees.
"S-Shy. 'Cha doin'?"
>"W-would you like to kiss a pretty girl, A-Anon?"
> Holy shit, this is not working out like you thought.
>This is not going how you thought at ALL.
"I mean, who wouldn't, right? Not me. Wait. Wouldn't.. not.. double negative..Look, w-what I'm saying is I like girls. Pretty ones. Yeah."
> yousayingilikedudes.jpeg
>She opts to shush you with her lips.
>This is entirely new to you.
>Not just the kissing your sister part, but for some reason the only girls you've dated have been.. thin lipped, to say the least.
>Her lips are full, and soft and entirely pleasant.
>A shock runs through you, from the base of your spine to your feet and  back up again.
>A soft tingle runs up your nethers as your sister grinds her ass clumsily into your dick, breaking the kiss. 
>You gasp at the sudden contact.
>"A-am I doing it right?" She bites her lip, looking at you with worry.
>No, what you're doing is very wrong, and we should stop.
>No, this goes against God and probably several other deities.
"Y-yeah, Shy. That was amazing."
>She nods, and shudders slightly. The effect isn't unpleasant in the slightest to your dick.
>She's shivvering, and folds over to hug your chest again.
>"A-am I a bad sister?"
 
>Woman, at the minute you're winning Sister of the Year award for the next century.
> This is assuming somehow the feedback from your dick doesn't reach your head and somehow kill you.
>You're not a scientist.
>"Anon?" She's looking at you, rosy-faced and shivering.
"No, Shy. But if you are, we're bad together." You give her a small smile, which she copies. 
>She chews her lip again, and you stare, transfixed.
>You really wouldn't mind biting that lip for her.
>You realise there are a lot of things on Shy you wouldn't mind biting, or tasting in some way or another.
>You feel a flush that isn't entirely fever blazing hot on your face, and you breathe slowly, trying to think.
>"B-bad together.." she muses, eyeing your pinned down form. You nod once, not really being able to do much else.
>You shudder, partly from the cold, and partly due to your arousal.
>If you weren't so weak right now you could turn the tables.
>But at the minute, you're kind of working off your sister's good graces.
>The floor is her's, so to speak.
"Stupid question; but we're not telling anyone about this, right?" You frown.
>Her eyes go wide, and she shakes her head vehemently, a bang covering one frightened eye.
>"Oh, h-heaven's n-no. I-if anyo-anyone found out we'd be--"
"Let's not think about that right now." 
>She nods once, before looking at you with a small smile, and a nervous glance down to your abdomen.
>"Y-you know, Anon.. m-maybe you could use a shower."
>You ARE covered in sweat and the room temperature air is enough to somehow chill you to the core.
>It's like being outside in the winter.
"Shy, if I tried to shower I'd fall on my ass."
>"That's why.. why I'd like to h-help." 
>Boner no.
>Boner YES.
>Your dick pulses and Shy giggles, adjusting herself from side to side. "I t-think someone e-else likes that idea."
>Between your sweat pants and her thin shorts there isn't a whole lot between the two of you in terms of layers.
 
 
>And besides, you bathed together when you were kids.
>Not like that is anything like this situation.
>Kind of like saying 'We play with paintball guns all the time, we're thinking of a gang driveby for funsies.'
>You weren't exactly trying to bang eachother as kids, thank God.
>You're pretty sure your parents would at least have rethought their 'open parenting' plan if that happened when they were a bit more.. attentive.
"So, how are we doing this shower deal?" You ask, fighting to control your stammer.
>The last time you saw Shy anything close to naked was years ago.
>Right now your cock is perfectly held in place by her ass.
>Shy rolls off of you. 
>Your dick protests mightily.
>She holds up a finger, and if she's gone to check on Angel right now you may explode.
>You hear the sound of water on tile from down the hall.
>You have decided your sister is an angel sent down to both torment you, and be as nice as a being can physically be.
>"C-come on, Anon, the water should be hot by n-now." 
>Oh shit this is actually happening.
>You've read enough shitty doujins to know where this is going.
>You've never even HAD sex before.
>"A-Anon."
"Coming," you mutter, standing slowly.
> She rushes over to support your frail frame, and you two slowly make your way down the hall.
 
>Steam already rises from beneath the door frame, and you wonder exactly how hot the water IS at this point.
>Sometimes your sister makes some poor choices. For example, riding her brother's dick.
>Hey-o!
>Oh yeah, the shower.
>You're suddenly filled with some trepidation, and the two of you stand there, looking lost.
"So yeah. How are we doing this?"
>"W-w-well, first of all we take off our clothes." She stammers, biting a nail as she looks between the pair of you.
>You bite down on the sarcasm rising through you.
>No shit you both need to take your clothes off.
>"I t-think I should g-go first. Y-You'll f-freeze waiting f-for me." You notice your arms are wrapped around your chest feebly trying to keep heat in.
>This is fucking happening.
>Shy looks at herself as though unsure of where to start. She reaches down, grabbing the hem of her baggy shirt and pulls it up over her head.
>You watch, as a slim stomach is revealed. Then a slightly protruding ribcage.
>Then a pink bra. Complete with butterflies. 
>Sort of similar to those you're feeling in your stomach. 
>Cheesy, but true. You're nervous.
>Then she unbuckles her belt and pulls down the shorts slowly.
>They seem to struggle to move over her hips, but she tugs and tugs and eventually the shorts come down.
>She nimbly steps out of them.
>She's stood there in her patterned bra, and gray panties, looking unsure of which hurdle she wants to overcome first.
>"S-shall I take off my bra now, o-or?"
"What--" You clear your throat. Now is not a good time to sound like a pre-pubescent boy about to scope his first look at tits."Whatever you're comfortable with, Shy."
> You try to smile reassuring, although between the fever, and the blood locking your dick ramrod straight you're having trouble STANDING.
>Higher brain functions are slowly ceasing.
>"C-could you help me with my bra? M-my h-hands are sha-shaking." She looks away from you.
 
>Her hands are shaking? YOU'RE shaking. You gulp, taking in a breath for resolve and head over.
>You stagger over, using the nearby counter as a support.
>"I-it's a d-double c-clasp." She explains. 
>You have fuck all idea of what that means.
>Fumbling a little, you steady your hands.
>This is how bomb defusals must happen.
>With poise.
>With grace.
>With dignity- Holy shit this is tricky. Okay, pull once, then..
>No.
>Okay, try from THIS angle..
>"J-just p-pull twice, An-Anon."
>You pull away from her back, then push the hooks out from the clasps.
>Shy shrugs her shoulders, letting the bra straps fall down her arms.
>You blink as she presses herself against you. 
>You can feel the bra falling from her breasts.
>Her bare chest pushes against yours, and you can feel slight protrusions where her nipples are hardening against you.
>"Anon." She moans lightly, pulling your mouth towards hers for a kiss.
>Her hand tangles in your hair, and tightens, keeping you against her mouth.
>Not like you're going anywhere.
>She runs a hand down your burning body to your crotch, grabbing at the flesh she finds there.
>You moan into her mouth.
>She steps back, breaking the kiss with a light trail of saliva connecting you for the briefest moment.
>She hooks her thumbs into her panties, pulling them off quickly.
>You eye the small cluster of hair on her pubis, like light pink frosting.
>And you have a sudden desire to eat cake. Fantastic.
>You decide to try something.
>You kneel down and eye her pussy with the air of a man who knows what he's doing.
>You gently place a kiss on her pubic hair, before trailing down.
>Each kiss produces a squeak of pleasure from your sister.
>"W-what are you d-doing?"
> Her questions turn to a moan as you reach her lower lips.
>You kiss the small bud at the top, and she quivers.
>Her hand grabs at your hair, and you hear her murmur "S-shower, n-now."
 
"Shy, I need to get my sweatpants off."
>Without a fucking moment's hesitation she yanks them down.
>"D-done." She says proudly, before sliding open the shower door. 
>She grabs you by the dick, and steps in.
>On one hand, ow.
>On the other hand, this is surprisingly hot.
>You're talking about the shower.
>What else would you be talking about?
>"O-okay, first let's c-clean you up." Shy says as she grabs some lotion or another from the alcove shelf.
"W-wait, why me first?"
>"B-because we're here to c-clean y-you. A-anything e-else that h-happens is just a b-bonus." She gives a smile that practically melts your heart.
>And warms your dick.
>We are reaching super critical capacity, Cap'n.
>She works her fingers into your shoulders, turning you around so you face the wall and she's facing your back.
>You smell honey in the lotion, and you rest your head on the wall.
>The cool stone soothes your headache slightly.
>You let her rub small circles into your back, before she turns you around and starts rubbing at your chest.
>"O-okay, t-tell me if this h-helps.." She gains a look of intense concentration, before kneeling down.
"Tell you if what hel-" You finish with a yelp as she takes your dick in her mouth.
>This is new.
>It's warm, and wet and you can feel her tongue hesitantly stroking your length.
>Throughout it all, she keeps her eyes locked on yours, occasionally breaking contact to focus on what she's doing.
>That is to say, you.
>She bobs her head, lips sliding over you and creating a jerking sensation.
>You watch your sister, hair plastered to her scalp, teal eyes locked onto yours as she spit shines your cock.
>You feel a building pressure at the base of your shaft, and you know what's coming.
"Shy - " You're interrupted by a groan as she lewdly slurps away. "- I'm close already."
 
>She looks at you quizically, muttering something around your meat before nodding and determinately redoubling her efforts.
>Her head pistons forward and back, and you take a minute to be impressed.
>You mean, it's not like she's seasoned in this.
>Your dick begins to spasm, and despite it not being the most brotherly of gestures, you grab her head and begin thrusting.
>There's a sound of light protest before Shy just seems to go along with it, eyes closed.
>Pleasure erupts from you, and you moan as you send your load into her mouth.
>She opens her eyes, making sure you're watching.
>She seems unsure.
>She fucking swallows it.
>You've been told this is a sign of love in many cultures, and from the way Shy's looking uncertain of herself, you're sure this is one of them.
>Your head droops, before you lift it to look her in the eye. She's flushed.
"Thank you, Shy."
>"N-no problem, Anon." She smiles at you, love in her eyes.
"Let's get you washed u-" You frown as your vision tilts.
>No, you're tilting.
>You slam into the wall, and frown, blinking.
>You feel like there's no strength left in your legs.
>"Anon?" Shy asks, quickly supporting your form, and cupping your face.
"I'm.. fine. Sorry, I'm just not feeling great suddenly."
>You sort of also feel like a stereotype.
>Haha, typical man, cums then wants to sleep.
>Except it feels like your body is actively trying to shut down.
>"I-it's fine. L-let's get you b-back to bed." Shy steps out of the shower, retrieving two fluffy towels for the pair of you.
>She helps you dry off, and climb into some clean basketball shorts and a shirt before kissing you on the forehead and disappearing.
>Probably to get changed.
>You curl up in bed, feeling drained.
>You've decided your sister is a succubus. It's the only explanation.
>You lay there, debating on what you've done. 
>You're happy to note that it wasn't just sex. You do genuinely still love your sister. Even if that love has.. other levels to it.
 
>The door creaks open, and you crack an eyelid open to watch Shy dart under the covers, wrapped up in fluffy pyjamas.
>She spoons you again, somehow fate has decided Ye Are Little Spoon.
>You're okay with this.
>You're okay with a lot right now.
"Sorry I didn't get you to finish, Shy. Hell, I didn't get you to start." You frown into your pillow.
>Shy wraps her arms around you, and breathes in the honey scent of lotion.
>"I-it's ok, Anon. I h-had fun. Y-You can j-just owe me." She giggles.
"Owe you?" You ask, raising an eyebrow. Sort of a useless gesture from her vantage point.
>"F-for next time," she clarifies, poking you in the side.
>Next time. You smile. There's going to be a next time.
>You cough up some phlegm, and frown. Damn that hurt.
"Alright, I owe you for next time... lover." You try to put a purr on the last word, but it's more of a slurring effect with the state you're in.
>She jabs you in the side lightly and you wince. 
"Ow." You whine.
>You both lapse into silence.
>There's nervous tapping on your side.
>"A-Anon, you s-still l-love me, r-right?" she mutters into your hair.
"Always have and always will, Shy." She hugs you tighter.
>And with that, you both fall off to sleep.
 
>It's the next day.
"I told you you'd get sick, too." You mutter at the lump in bed next to you.
>"I-I know I j-just thought I-I'd -- " your sister is cut off by a loud sneeze, and she shivers, wiggling into the covers.
"Your soup hot enough?" You ask, frowning.
>"Y-yes, thank you, Anon." She slurps at her vegetable soup.
>Fucking vegetarians.
>Which you did.
>You, Anon, fucked a vegetarian.
>Also your sister, but hey.
>So you're kind of fucked up.
>And maybe she is a little bit, too.
 
 
 
FIN