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"Say 'cheese'!" Phoebe "Sinnamon" Morgan chirps, catching the athletic mare off-guard as she enters their house.

Fiona "Stormy" Morgan stands beside the bay window at dusk, turning her head and upper body as she removes the fanny pack that serves as her purse. The shutter of the brand new camera clicks but Stormy doesn't smile. She'd just come in from a run. Running and working out helps her cope, especially these days...

"Geez... You always look like ya' gotta attitude!" Sinnamon gripes, lowering the camera.
"Attitude? Of course I have an attitude!" Stormy thinks to herself, staring at her pregnant sister as she waddles her way toward the kitchen. "I hope you don't think I like what you're doing, you sick, twisted f***..."
"You should smile more!" Sinnamon giggles, a hand underneath her swollen belly as she sets the camera down to open up the fridge. "You've got such a pretty face, and a pretty hot everything else too!"
"Whatever..." Stormy growls, making her way further inside.
"It feels like every day is your time of the month lately..." Sinnamon sighs and then glances over to Ian, who sits on the couch with his dog, Ada, petting her and watching TV. "I dunno how ya' put up with her, stud. She's always so grouchy!"
"She's not usually like that with me." Ian retorts, his eyes glued to the screen.
"I had you first." Stormy remarks under her breath.

Sinnamon's ears twitch as though she'd heard her, but she doesn't say anything right away. She cracks open a can of Barq's root beer and takes a sip as she watches Stormy's post-run stretching.

"I still say you should work with me, sis..." She abruptly begins, holding the rim of the can to her chin. "I mean, you get piped often enough; why not film it and make some money?!"
"No..." Stormy growls, glaring at her sister.
"I'm just sayin', ya got the goods and our stud is popular! It'd get you out of that entry-level crap. Come on! Join me on the dark side and we can rule the porn industry as sister and sister!" Sinnamon teases.
"Nerd." Ian smirks at the pregnant, red mare.
"Grr... Let's go, 'stud!'" Stormy growls, her hooves clopping on the hardwood floor as she stomps her way toward her bedroom.
"Huh?" He finally looks away from the TV as Ada lifts her head up off of his lap.
"I need to finish my workout..." Stormy growls, yanking off her sports bra as she stands topless in her bedroom doorway. "Now get over here!" She adds, pushing down her skin-tight running shorts.
"Hehe! Have fun, sis." Sinnamon giggles, watching Stormy yanking Ian into her room by the arm and slamming the door shut.

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I wasn't going to post this little story so soon, but I felt like rewarding  drivernjax for always following my stories. This one's for you!

This art was a free icon from  lattedoe, an artist who not one drew some of my very first book covers but is also a pretty good friend! Her old account was  blackmustang13. Show her some love!