Anon x Derpy

>Be Derpy's brother.
>Parents died suddenly, leaving you, Derpy and Dinky alone without any other next of kin.
>You and Derpy were 16.
>Due to the nature of your case and your desire to do so as to not be put in foster care and possibly split up, you two got emancipation granted without due court process and became Dinky's legal guardians.
>To secure a house, you two dropped from school to work.
>You managed an entry level job at the local post office sorting letters.
>The money you two pulled together was enough to rent a one bedroom apartment that wasn't in a bad part of town and close to work to boot.
>You could have gotten something bigger, but you also needed to pay someone to watch Dinky during the day, as well as pay for other expenses.
>It was fine, Dinky could have the room while you and Derpy shared the sofa bed in the living room.
>A social services worker often stopped by by-monthly to check on Dinky.
>This was your life
>Work
>Get home
>Take care of Dinky
>After a few years, and a couple of promotions, it was time to put Dinky through school.
>Since she doesn't remember your parents, and because the help you hired to look after her when she couldn't look after herself often referred to you as "Mommy and Daddy" when talking to her, she thinks you are her parents.
>In fact, everyone in the building thought that, and made up ridiculous stories that you were a couple of young lovers who ran away because the families would never approve of you being together and having a child, some kind of Hatfield–McCoy type thing.
>The faculty at her school also thinks that you are her parents
>Every weekend the three of you go to the nearby park, you often get approached by moms remarking how good and youthful Derpy looks even after childbirth.
>Other parents always make small talk on the playground, trying to set up playdates.
>You never corrected them, you were too focused on raising Dinky.


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>Be Anon, 17.
>A lot of things happened.
>You and Derpy became legal adults and dropped out of school.
>Started working eight hour shifts to support each other and Dinky at the postal office.
>Got an apartment.
>Found a daycare for Dinky
>It was all a blur.
>The little amount of time you could spare to actually grieve was before bed, in each others arms.
>There was a time when you were hit particularly hard by Dinky calling you Daddy.
>It hurt to realize that in the span of less than a year, your parents had already been forgotten.
>You couldn't blame her, maybe it was the trauma or maybe she was still much too young to understand.
>You and Derpy couldn't bring yourselves to tell her no, that her parents were actually dead and all she had were you two.
>Would they be mad or sad that their youngest would end up forgetting they existed?
>It was during these moments that you and your sister took this nonsense further.
>Fucked up as it may have been; you two were lost, completely overburdened by responsibility and just wanting an outlet to vent the sense of lonesome dread you felt.
>They were tough times that you wouldn't even know how to properly describe.
>But thankfully, you managed to get through it.
>You reconciled your feelings.
>So what if you two were siblings? The love was there, and that was all that mattered.
>Your day to day hit a nice stride, it became routine.
>It's been a little over a year since the accident.
>
>"Anon, are you there? Earth to Anon."
"Yeah?"
>A particularly close Derpy puts a hand on your chest.
>"You sorta zoned out... are you tired?"
"No... well, I am, but it's regular tired, I can still do this. Was just monologuing."
>Derpy gives you playful kisses as she straddles you, the cover that poorly matches the sofa bed sliding off of her.
>"What... about?" she asks between said pecks at your lips.
"Life you know? The usual, how we wound up this way."
>"Do... do you want to stop?"
"Of course not! Derpy, I love you."
>She gives you a goofy smile, her lazy eyed stare shining in the partially lit room.
>She rests her bare rump on your waist.
>You smile as your hands reach for her hips.
>Dinky is in the next room so you'll have to be quiet, but the low volume coming from the TV should be enough to mask any strange sounds.
>It's nice to have these times for the two of you.
>Between the job, groceries, food and Dinky, this is really the only free time you two have.
>Derpy doesn't meet your gaze.
>"Today's a safe day Anon..."
>At the mention of safe day, your soldier is at the ready trying to break free of your boxers.
>"Do you want to use a con- EEP!?"
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZHeLUVDYLIg
>The entire living room lit up for a split second.
>Derpy rolls off of you and grabs at the bed sheet and your arm.
"Pffft, look at you talking about "safe days" and then getting scared by lightning."
>She grips your arm tighter.
>"I-I just don't like it okay?"
>Tiny quick steps of a little girl out of her bed.
>"M-Mom, D-Dad! I'm s-s-scared!"
>The little girl latches onto the side of the couch, her stuffed toy the only thing completely on it, giving off a laughably cute picture of her holding its hand for dear life, teary eyed.
>Derpy reaches out and puts her between you and herself "Get in here muffin, you want to sleep with us tonight?"
>She nods.
>Aaah... it's not like you wanted Derpy all to yourself tonight or anything.
>Dinky nestles into the warm bedding, toy at her side.
>She doesn't fall asleep immediately, but the constant caressing from Derpy and your presence keeps her at easy, even if Derpy cringes slightly every time another thunder clap sounds.
>Soon enough you three are snuggled together and Dinky's eyes can't stay open any longer.
>Her last words before sleep took her were "Why aren't you wearing any pants Mommy?"
>You sigh.
>Not even old enough to drink and already experiencing the joys of a sexless marriage.
>After a kiss from Derpy, you fall asleep as well.

>Be Anon, 23
>It's the weekend, so you and Derpy are off work.
>Pretty good time to do the grocery shopping.
>Ended up bringing Dinky along.
>In the cereal isle.
>"Derpy? Derpy Hooves? It IS you!"
>Oh crap.
>"Look at you, you look great- and is that Anon as well?"
>Derpy's eyes shine with recognition.
>"Carrot Top!"
>There's a bit of a reunion going on there.
>"I haven't seen you two since you stopped coming to school... I had heard the news... 7 years... did you two manage okay, are you still the clumsy girl that would trip and end up pulling Anon's pants down in P.E?"
>Derpy gives her a somewhat strained smile at the little bit of humor Carrot Top injected into her question. "We managed, we started working at the post office, you know? I got promoted recently too! I'm on delivery duty now." Derpy puffs out her chest in pride.
>"Congrats!"
>You plaster a permanent "I'm listening" smile on your face as you tune out the gossiping about what your former classmates ended up doing.
>Derpy seems to be enjoying herself, you two stopped having friends a long while ago, at least you did, you don't count coworkers and neighbors as friends.
>Suddenly you feel a tug at your shirt.
>It's Dinky, her scouting of the isle complete and her face bashfully hidden behind a box of her chosen cereal.
>"Mom, Dad, who's this lady?"
>Carrot Top stops talking as she takes in what she heard.
>She looks at Dinky, then at you two, then at Derpy's noticeable bump on her stomach, then back at you.
>You stare back, as if to challenge her to say anything about it.
>She totally could, she could totally ruin everything you've built by saying a few words to the authorities, but you hope your determination is enough to dissuade her.
>She puts two and two together.
>"I see..." her smile is strained.
>She kneels down next to Dinky, who hides herself behind you. "Hello, I'm Carrot Top, I knew your... Mom and Dad from school."
"Go on then, don't be rude to the nice lady, Dinky, you too."
>Dinky peeks out.
>"I'm Dinky Hooves, I'm eleven years old, nice to meet you..."
>"She's a bit shy around new people." Derpy gets the need to say.
>"Oh it's, uh, fine..." Carrot Top stands back up.
>You can tell she's weirded out by all this.
>"Well, I've got my own shopping to do soo... nice catching up with you Derpy."
>She's about to leave when Derpy stops her.
>"Aah wait! We should exchange numbers, I'd love to meet up again and talk, you were my best friend back in school..."
>She rummages through her bag and pulls out her cellphone.
>It slips from her hand, but she catches it, then it slips...
>Dinky can't help but be amazed when Derpy manages to keep the phone from hitting the ground after a couple more flips in the air.
>"Heheh, that was a close one..." Derpy smiles.
>Carrot Top smiles, no doubt memories of old times coming back to her.
>She breathes out "Alright Derpy, I'm really curious on how the hel- heck, you managed to get yourself into this, so give it here."
>After a few seconds of digital booping sounds numbers are exchanged and goodbyes are said.
>So it's back to your regularly scheduled grocery shopping.
>Derpy takes Dinky by the hand, you notice a spring to her step.
>"What's next on the list Anon?"
>Pasta.
>"Can we add flour and butter to it? With the rest of the stuff back home, I'll bake some muffins!"
>"Yay!"
>You don't see why not. Thankfully, you've never found yourselves scrimping for cash.
"Maybe you can bake a few extra to take with us to the park tomorrow."
>Dinky's head turns to Derpy so fast you think she might get whiplash, her eyes blindingly bright.
>"That's a great idea!"
>Seeing both your sisters this happy... that's what you live for.


 >Derpy settles into the couch-bed next to you and groans in relief and pleasure.
>You've slept next to your big sister long enough to recognize he patented Derpy noise of "I've had a long day, my back is killing me, and this is the first time in 10 hours that I've been off my feet".
>With the tail-end of her moan still rumbling in her throat, your sister rolls onto her side and throws an arm over your chest.
>You can feel the air whiff past you as her clumsy hand just barely avoids smacking you in the face.
>"Anon?" she asks quietly, resting her head next to your shoulder, "Could you-Ohhh.... yeah~"
>You wrap your arm around her shoulders and start kneading her back right between the shoulderblades.
>Derpy practically melts into your side.
>"W-Wait," she groans, "This isn't what I wanted to ask for."
>You turn your head and look into your sister's beautiful eyes; even the one that's looking a the light fixture on the wall behind you.
"What is it, Derpy?"
>Even in the darkness of your bedroom/living room, you can still spot a blush heating up Derpy's face as she rubs lazy circles on your chest.
>"You know... one of Dinky's classmates' parents just had another kid."
>Despite yourself, you start to nod off. It was a long day, and you're tired.
"Mm-hmm?" you hum sleepily
>"Yeah. The Dinkster was so excited when I picked her up from school yesterday."
"Hmmm..."
>Your eyelids feel like they weigh a million pounds.
>Derpy snakes her hand down your chest, down your belly, and starts to play with the waistband of your pyjama bottoms.
>"She ran up to me and asked, right in front of everyone, if you an' me were gonna make her a big sister too."
>Your eyes shoot wide open, all ideas of sleep gone from your mind; partially from the shock of what Derpy said, and partially because Derpy just grabbed onto your cock and is giving it some lazy pumps with her hand.
>Derpy leans in close and starts kissing you right below the ear.
"D-Derpy?"
>"It's been on my mind all day, honey," she whispers. Her moist breath is searing on your skin.
>"I've been so distracted. My manager even pulled me aside and told me to get my head out of the clouds."
"Derpy," you croak, your mouth suddenly dry, "We can't. We're sib-"
>Derpy lurches forward and silences you with a kiss.
>"Shh!" she hisses when she pulls away, "Not when you-know-who is in the house!"
>You wince; you thought you'd gotten out of the habit.
>"C'mon, Anon," Derpy coos, crawling on top of you, "Everyone in the building and the school district already thinks we're married."
>She cups your face as she comes to a rest on you, face to face.
>"I love you, Anon," she whispers, teary-eyed, "This stopped being a game of pretend a long time ago. Let's make something real together."
>Months later, laying in bed with your big sister pressed up against your front and rubbing circles into her slowly growing tummy... you can't think of a single thing you regret.