Day two. Shining told himself if he just stayed avoided Twilight, as rude as that might be, he could survive the remainder of the week with his morality and relative chastity intact. Even masturbating felt weird while he was sleeping on the couch. Twilight liked to get up in the middle of the night or early morning for water, and make a lot of noise stumbling to the kitchen and back to her bedroom, all while wearing those form hugging PJs. Shining was thankful for the abundance of blankets to hide himself under when Twilight walked by. As few giveaways as possible would keep everything prim and proper.

Of course, halfway through the day, Twilight had gone on a mission to track him down, and found his hiding place in the garage, where he'd been pretending to organize boxes but actually was instead desperately looking for the remainders of a cigarette left-over from his years-old habit that had been abandoned only after a month of Cadance's move-in. Even a little stub would do. Anything in his brain besides the thought of Twilight's bathing suit, the way she jiggled and bounced as she bobbed in the air towards the pool, or pushed up against him, giggling and splashing her own makeshift waves...

"There you are, Shiny! I've been looking for you everywhere!" Twilight let herself into the garage through the main-house exit, while Shining had snuck in through the garage door itself, letting himself out the front door and vanishing when Twilight was still tucked safely away in the bedroom. Twilight walked over to her brother, who was hunched over in a corner, scrabbling for shreds of nicotine but now intensely fascinating himself with the label on a box of old camping equipment.

Yep. It sure did say 'CAMPING EQUIPMENT'. In sharpie. Where someone had written. Yep.

"Oh," Shining said, pulling himself away from his deep label scrutiny and 'suddenly' noticing Twilight behind him. "Hey, Twilight. Sorry, I just came in here to sort through some old things..."

"Does that box say 'SEX SWING' on it?"

"Uh... no." Shining jerked to the side and knocked the hefty box in question off its shelf, and it tumbled behind onto the dusty floor with a loud 'thump'. "It says, uh... SIX... WINGS. That's the place we used to get takeout from. Cadance loves her wings. Heh."

"Did you just say 'heh' out loud?" Twilight narrowed her eyes and peered at her brother as though she was trying to break an illusion.

"Uh... no?"

Twilight shook her head and her hair tumbled from side-to-side, framing her pale pink face in the dim light of the single garage bulb. Even in the dingy, warm glow, she still practically sparkled¹.

"Alright. Anyway, that's not what I came in here to ask you. I was actually wondering—" Twilight tucked her hands together and shuffled her feet awkwardly. "—can I borrow your towel? I forgot to pack one of those too, and I really need a shower to get all that chlorine out of my hair..." Twilight kicked at the ground, and moved her hands lower, for the first time covering Shining's unabated view of the outline of her pussy. She shivered slightly, as though a cool breeze had blown through the garage, when, in fact, it was quite warm.

Shining sighed.

"Why wouldn't I let you borrow my towel?"

"I don't know!" Twilight huffed and crossed her arms in front of her buoyant chest. "You were the one who was weird about distancing yesterday. I didn't want to get an earful again."

"You can go ahead and use my towel. It's fine."

"Thanks, big bro!" Twilight smiled broadly and opened her arms as if to hug Shining tightly, then seemed suddenly to notice something, and reached down to cover below her waist again, blocking the area from view with both hands. "The shower in the master bedroom is fine too?"

Shining raised an eyebrow. Chlorine scent was one thing, that familiar taste in the back of your nose that said 'I'm a kid having fun on a Sunday'. But that was a different smell. The same one he savoured when he and Cadance had finished the evening tumble in the hay and lay together in the tangled sheets, avoiding the wet-spots wherever they had emerged, usually prodigious, thanks to Cadance's proclivity for gushing like a dam when she came. And true to his word, Shining hadn't touched himself since Cadance had left, not that he'd given his word to anyone other than himself. So where was that smell coming from?

"Yeah," Shining said. "That's fine too. Use whatever conditioner or shampoo you need too. Cadance has a kiwi-scented one that's pretty nice."

"Awesome. I'm gonna go get squeaky clean!" Twilight beamed and bounced off to her shower, leaving Shining with a few-from-behind of her tight-clinging pajama-bottoms. Even though he was sure it was a trick of the light, as he stared at Twilight's butt and long, luscious legs, he did, he was sure of it, distinctly notice a damp, wet-looking trail starting just between Twilight's legs and trickling down the insides of her pajama bottoms a bit. An overnight accident, a spilled morning tea, or...

Twilight gave Shining one last giggling wave before she vanished around the corner and towards the master bedroom, leaving the door to the garage wide open, and Shining's jeans feeling distinctly uncomfortable. No cigarettes anywhere in the garage, but now the whole place smelled of...

Okay. We got through today. All we have to do is recreate today's performance the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day...

Author's Notes:

1: Heh. - Ed.