KidAnonXRarityXColts, Pt 4/Epilogue

>You clutch her soft white hooves tightly
>The hospital door stands before you
>You feel the familiar panic rise in you
>"Are you ready, today, Anon?"
>Her blue eyes gaze into yours
>You take in her pink mane, the little nurse hat on her head
>You fidget with your clothing a lot
>And then nod
"Y-yes, nurse."
>It was gradual at first
>Bigger rooms
>Even dream environments with unicorn magic
>But now it was real
>The big moment
>She pushes the door open
>And the light almost blinds you
>You hold your hand up to your eyes, shielding the gaze
>The nervousness fades away a little when you see your sister standing there
>She's no longer your real sister
>Her head stands level next to your mom
>Your real mom
>You take a breath
>And take a step out into the wide open world
>You close your eyes, bracing yourself
>But you feel relaxed
>Calm
>"Congratulations, Anon."
>You turn towards the nurse, smiling
"Thank you, Nurse."
>The hospital partially functioned as a treatment for various other illnesses
>They were new to yours, but you remember various unicorns staying late up at night to diagnose and understand it
>And now the open space, the world, it didn't feel so big
>And you didn't feel so small
>You walk up to the two mares in front of you
>And bring them both into an embrace
>There's no trace of alcohol on your mother
>You sniff
>And feel a little welling in your eyes
>Your sister snuggles into your grasp
>And you pet her mane
>"I'm glad you're okay, brother."
"T-thank you. Both of you."
>"For what?"
>You turn your head back, towards your mom
>And give her a kiss
>On the cheeks, of course
>The world was a lot stranger than where you were used to
>But you were getting used to it
"Being there, helping me."
>"Anon, mothers never leave their children."
>She rubs a hoof against your cheeks
>"The bond between a mother and her son is stronger than any other."





>"And you remember when she used to dress me up, and only let you lick me?"
>You both laugh at the memory of that day, taking a swig of your hard cider
"And I remember you raising your little flank so high, begging for more."
>"Yeah, and I remember a certain someone being so blue-balled he had to nut his mom."
>You raise your bottle
"Well-played."
>It's a nervous sort of laughter, the kind you use to calm an awkward situation
>The sun was setting down across the hills in the horizon
>And you lean on your sister
>The grave marker casts a longer and longer shadow as the day ends
>It wasn't in the cemetary
>They wouldn't let it be there
>Your sister lays next to you on the blanket underneath
>The grass is dead around here, and it gets itchy to sit down on
>"S-she was pretty nice to us."
>You look out, past the horizon
>Looking at the clouds and the pegasi behind them, just moving them into place
>Your hands rub over your sister's side, and you sigh
"But not to the others."
>It didn't seem wrong back then, what she did
>Drugging them, keeping them docile, using them as a fuck toy
>For you, it was all you knew about the world
>Your sister's head glances down at the stone
>Just a simple 3 diamond shape
>No markings
>All that's left of a life long-lived
>"Why do you think she did it?"
>You shrug, feeling your hands rub gently over her wings
>And take another swig
>It burns your throat slightly, and you let out a sigh
"Regret? Shame?"
>You didn't feel anything when they told you the news
>Dungeons don't play well on some ponies, you suppose
>"No, I mean...us."

"Maybe...maybe it wasn't her, y'know?"
>You finish off your cider, dropping it onto the ground
"Maybe she was driven by some external forces."
>Your sister looks up to you, an eyebrow raised
>"Are you drunk?"
"Maybe."
>Your hands idly run over her wings, massaging it
>And she chuckles, nuzzling into you
>Her warm body holds against you as silence descends for a few moments
"How's your dad?"
>"Still..."
>You nod
>The drugs had addled his brain so much
>And they had placed him in a coma while the unicorns studied him
>Like your therapy, the most important step was the dream therapy
>Something the princess of the night seemed pleased to help with
>At least, that's what the eggheads told you
>They were going to draw him out from the miasma, inch by inch
>Like they sunk you into your fears, inch by inch
>Another silence descends on the air in between you
>"I still sometimes think of him."
"What do you mean?"
>"I-inside."
>You look at her, an eyebrow raised
>"My therapist tells me that I should stop thinking about it."
>She sighs, taking a swig of her cider
>"But every time I look at my son, I'm just reminded of how he was conceived."
"Where is-"
>"Sometimes, I don't know if I'm right to care for him."
>You rub her side gently, massagaging her fur
>And her head leans into you
>"I still get those...thoughts around him. Thoughts I can't tell my therapist."
>She nuzzles into you
>"You're the only one who would understand."

>You pause for several moments, before you can muster the strength to ask
"H-have you..."
>A shake from her head yields a sigh of relief from you
>"But I keep thinking about it, and I think back to how mom must've felt, seeing us, so...vulnerable."
>You give her a gentle squeeze, hand around her neck
"I think it sometimes, too."
>Her head turns up, looking at you from below, a quizzical expression on her face
"About mom, I mean."
>She gives a soft smile
"I still think about that time we...did it, and even though it's supposed to feel wrong, it just felt...right."
>"I guess we're both a little weird, huh?"
"Yeah, I guess we are."
>A pause
>"How did it feel?"
"Amazing. It felt right, and she was just so warm."
>You close your eyes, imagining that night
>And how soft and warm her insides felt, and how natural it felt, how it kept coming to your mind
>Your sister bumps against you
>"Remembering it a little too fondly?"
>You cough, adjusting your pants as you feel the material push against you
>And quickly try to change the subject
"Found a coltfriend yet?"
>"Nothing permanent."
"Hmm?"
>"You know the kind. Good for a roll in the hay, nothing else."
"Pretty easy, huh?"
>"Oh ha ha."
>You laugh, picking up another bottle
>Cracking it open, you take a drink
>She finishes off hers
>And you hand her another
"Who's the best lay you've had?"
>"You mean besides you?"
>You give a slight chuckle
"What do you think she would say if she were here right now?"
>Your sister coughs and clears her throat
>"Oh, darlings, save some for mommy."
>You laugh at her impression
>It wasn't that funny, but it just felt normal to laugh, comforting to do it
"You know, I never asked...what was it like that day?"
>"Before or after you nutted your real mom?"
"I know nothing about what happened after."
>"Yeah, I can imagine."
"What do you mean?"
>"Well, you did pass out."
>Now that you think about it, you had never bothered to ask for some reason
"What did happen after?"

>"You know Rumble's father? My grandfather?"
>You nod, picking up your drink
>One hoof idly brushes at your side, tickling a little
>Her other hoof moves under her head, supporting it
>"He came inside me right before it all came down."
>You faintly remember a scream
>"He didn't realize what happened until I called dad by 'dad'."
>"And he just flung himself out of me as quick as he could."
"Well, I remember up until that part."
>"Yeah, well, they pinned mom down afterwards. They called the authorities, and they just took us all in."
>Her eyes glaze a little as she continues through her memories
>"You should've seen the contraption."
>The white covering, the massive thing
>"Ornate as it could be. They were going to strap me in it."
>Well, that solves that mystery
>A bit of a disappointment
>You had thought there was something elaborate in it
>You chuckle as your mind wanders through what could've been
>Toys from kidnapped colts
>The bones of the dead stallions over the year
>That would've made for a creepy twist in the retelling of your life
>"What's so funny?"
"I just expected something else under there."
>She sighs
>And her eyes turn towards the sunset
>"It's pretty, isn't it?"
"Yeah."
>"If mom were here..."
"We'd be pounding each other."
>You give an awkward laugh, and she gives you a smile
>"Yeah, I guess you're right."
>And she stares back out towards the sky

>It's silent for another awkward moment as you both stare at the grave
>"Do you still think about our first time?"
>You look down on her, eyebrows raised
"What brought that up?"
>"I don't know, maybe it was you talking about your mom."
>She gives you a grin
>And you sigh
"Why, do you?"
>She leans into you, looking forwards
>"What would you say if I said yes?"
"I'd say I do too."
>Her head withdraws, and brings her neck back, head lifted higher, as she looks at you
>"Really?"
"Yeah."
>She brings her hooves up, wrapping around your shoulders, moving into you
>"I thought I was alone."
>Your hand rubs against her mane and back
"Sis, you're never alone. I'm always here for you."
>The dropped bottles roll against the grass, falling away
>And you hold each other again, but her scented mane fills your nostrils
>You smell sweetness, a flowery scent that reminds you of your past mother
"You smell good."
>She laughs, body vibrating against yours
>"Well, you too."
>She leans her head up
>Eyes looking at yours
>The same look she gave you all those years ago
>And she leans her head up towards you
>Her muzzle gets closer
>And you hold her back
"We can't."
>She looks down to the side
>"Do you know how often I think about it?"
>Maybe as often as you think about her
>"Every stallion I'm with, every time I touch myself..."
>Well, maybe not
>"I still think of you."
>Her sad eyes peer up to yours
>And you wordlessly lean into her

>Your lips connect and her eyes close and you feel her body moving up
>Her taste floods into your mouth, filling you with sweetness and a trace of your mom
>Spring, beautiful flowers
>Your heart thumps against hers
>They match together
>Her hooves move all over your body
>And you lean into her
>Body moving on top of her, covered in her soft fur
>Her tongue moves into your mouth
>And your tongue presses against hers
>They play against each other, and you taste, lick, flick against her
>You're on top of her, you feel your arousal pressing through your pants
>And you feel her wetness, feel her legs wrap around yours, tuck you in, pull you into her
>And you pull back, panting, hands on her shoulders
"We can't."
>Her hooves remove herself from your shoulders
>Her legs loosen
"Sis, you know we can't."
>"Why? I'm not your actual sister."
>You get up, sitting down, while she gets up and sits on her haunches, face level with yours
"They say-"
>"Have they been through what we've been through?"
"Well-"
>"Bro, every morning since I could, I've made you cum. What do they know?"
>You sigh, and fumble around for an explanation
>"If they went through what we did, do you think they would say the same thing?"
>She almost leaps into you, and her weight sends you backwards
>And now she's on top of you, breathing hard, face blushed
>"I've dreamed about that night we finally did it, when I finally felt you in me."
>Her hoof moves to your mouth as you protest
>"Let me finish."
>You nod

>"They tell me that I should learn to control myself, look for a healthy relationship."
>She seems a little smaller as she continues
>"But I can't. I can't let go of what happened. I keep thinking to that day, how good it felt."
>She rubs herself gently against your pants, and you feel the wetness seeping down
>"Even when I'm with one or two or three stallions, I'll never get the feeling I got when I was with you."
>Her hooves move to the sides of you
"Why?"
>"Because you know. Because you were there. You know what we've been through. What it was like for sex to be...casual."
>You furrow your brows
>"The others don't get it. They think it's weird. They think I'm a slut. But you don't, do you?"
"No, never."
>"Exactly! You know what it was like to have someone available all the time to please you."
"That doesn't mean we should keep-"
>"Do you know how my son hasn't been through the same thing?"
>That took you a little by surprise
"How?"
>"You help. Not directly, but I think of you, of you being there, and..."
>Her voice trails off as she takes up grinding against you in earnest
"So, what, it's blackmail then?"
>"Nothing like that. I just want...just one more time. And don't tell me you're not enjoying this."
>She leans back, and you see the top of her glistening marehood
>Of course, this prompts a reaction and she laughs
>She did make a lot of sense, though
>Why was it so wrong?

>It wasn't right what your mom did to all those colts
>But what you and she had was pure, and you both cared about her
>What was holding you back?
>"Is it me, or does it look like you're considering it?"
>Her breasts bounce in front of you, and you're reminded of your mo- of Rarity
>And how your first time with hers was in suspiciously the same position
>And as memories of what she did to all those other colts flooded in-
>You feel her hooves take your hands
>You don't resist
>She takes your hands, and move them to her breasts
>Moving them against hers so you feel the softness of her mounds
>You're erect, the arousal pushing through your pants against her
>"Well?"
"I..."
>She leans over, eyes moving down to a half-lidded position
>"What, your sis not hot enough for you now?"
"Fine, but just one time."
>She squeals, wings flapping slightly while her tail flickers
"But not in this position."
>It was still a little weird, thinking of that day at Rarity's
>She hmphed, and got up, getting away from you, and walking up to the stone
>You raise an eyebrow as she rested herself against it
>Bending her forehooves over it as she waved her backside towards you
>"Let's give mom one more show?"

>Well, screw it, no one was going to know
>You groggily walk up behind her, unbuckling your belt
>They would tell you it was wrong and not right, but what did they know?
>You two had been raised together, and her mouth around your cock was a morning ritual
>You had only rutted once, and you've thought back on that moment every day, constantly
>And here it was, being offered to you on a silver platter
>Your hands run to her flanks, and her wings flare out even further more
>"Let's show mom she hasn't hurt us."
>You nodded, pressing your tip against her
>Sliding it up and down
>"Which position did you like mom most in?"
>It feels weird, thinking about it
>You slide in as your mind reaches towards the past
>You feel your sister's body tighten and stretch
>And her warm insides hug against you
"When she let me into you."
>She giggles, the vibrations tossing your cock around inside her
>"No really."
"Well..."
>You slowly start thrusting, and hear her body smack softly against the stone
"I liked the first time we did it."
>"H-how was it?"
"Soft, warm, like nothing else. She made me her first for the day, and I remember her forcing me into her."
>Her insides hugged tight against you, squeezing you as hard as she could
>"You like being forced?"
>It did feel nice
"I don't know. She was on top of me, letting me squee-"
>"Is that why you didn't want to there?"
>You nod, and she faces forward, thrusting with your motion
>Your conversation dies down as you focus on the feeling of each other
>On the sibling bond between the two of you
>Culminated only once over the years
>And now for the second time
>You feel her soft fur push against your skin
>And it doesn't take long at all this time
>You push deep into her
>And release
>Her wings stiffen even further as she moans
>You feel the cum squirt into her, coat her surroundings, flow out of her hole
>You see it dripping down her legs, and you lean over, panting
>And hold it there, embracing her

>Several moments pass, the two of you basking in the afterglow
>"That was wonderful, brother."
>Her insides squeeze against your limp dick, keeping you nice and warm
>"You're always welcome to me any time, brother."
>You look at her as she turns her head backwards
>"I know no stallion will match you. You're free to me, just like I was to you."
>The offer sounds really good
>it took those thoughts away from your mom
>And probably hers away from your son
>It would help you both
>"I'm always yours."
>Her walls constrict, giving you a tight hug
"Thank you, sis."
>Some of the cum drips down her leg
>Falling onto the soil below
>And probably seeping down lower
>Onto your mother
>The last traces of her
>A fitting finale
>She always did like your cum

>"I love you, mom!"
>"Good bye!"
>Your sister's son trots off towards another day at school
>You stop in front of the doorway, waving him good bye
>Your sister closes the door, and winks at you
>And not with her eyes
>You take in her body, her whitish fur, the round curves of her pregnant belly
>"Thanks for helping me move, brother."
"No problem, sis. Where's your husband?"
>"At work, he won't be getting home until a lot late."
>She wiggles her behind and you walk up behind her, unzipping yourself
"He left you all alone to move stuff?"
>"Well, he did know my brother was coming to help."
>You smile at her as your finger runs up her slit, drawing breaths from her
"He should really be keeping you company more."
>"Y-yeah."
>You finger digs into her, as you pull down your pants
>And thrust your index into her warm pink folds
>She squeezes around you, and leans forward
>Her front hooves thud slightly against the glass of the door in front of you
>You see ponies walking by
>And wonder if any of them would stop to admire your sis' breasts, swaying as you moved your fingers
>"I-I'm already wet, just do it."
"Gladly."
>You take your fingers out, licking them
>And position yourself, gripping her flanks
>As you thrust into her again
>She lets out a large gasp, and you see her pregnant stomach sway
>You hold yourself there, stroking her wings
>Caressing her stomach
>Leaning in, on top of her
>"I've missed you, brother."
"Me too, sis."

>It wasn't long before you finished inside her
>And helped her unpack
>And you were on your way, back to your own life,  and caring for your aging mother
>Whose bright, lovely smile greeted you every day
>Life was looking better