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A quiet, pained mewling is all the sound that young Elsa makes. She just bit the inside of her cheek - She can feel her knees crack together as her legs shudder and spasm. Her own hand is unrelenting, despite trembling as much as the rest of her body. Her knuckles press against her swollen little bean, rubbing both softly and harshly at the same time. She lost control of her own impulses... this time, it was the novel she read, forgotten on her bedside table now. Normally, she can hold her own against the ferocious words of romantic pen, but this time... and, coupled with the fact she is young and frustrated and starved for attention, her needs overpowered her greater reasoning. Underneath her thick silk covers, and even while clothed in her smooth nightgown, Elsa feels around her nether regions, the smallest movements exacting the heaviest tolls.
Ah.. it is getting hot under her covers. She needs air, but one hand is occupied, and the other is clasped tightly over her mouth. Let her sinful voice erupt, might as well call out her love to Lucifer himself. This is only her third time indulging her baser needs, but it is the third time too many. Instead, she wills her body to cool down, and the air trapped underneath the blanket is flushed with the uncanny breeze of misplaced winter air/
Sighing with relief, she pushes her face against her blanket to wipe sweat off her forehead. Ah, she is surely going to the dogs. If anyone knew... anyone...!
She gulps as her finger slowly stops its rubbing. Her curiosity... She understands sex, and she also understands that her finger is conveniently the same shape as her future husband's– well, she knew what she was reading.
Her finger slowly glides down her slick skin, and without much as a second thought, Elsa experimentally fingers the warm hole of her loins, as if she were running her fingers around the rim of a basket. Only, she is not as wide as a basket. She is much much narrower than a basket, but she feels her body pulsing, ready for it's own self... She gulps. How else will she learn what it feels like? In the future, when she makes her own family. She doesn't want to be surprised.
Without little else to lose, and so much more to gain, Elsa slowly sinks her finger into the abyss. At first, she doesn't feel much of anything. Her mind is not open to what else she could possibly learn by touching herself. And then, "Oh..." Elsa's hand fails her. She freezes at the sound of her own voice, horrified by the implication. Not only has she been heard (the walls have ears), but she sounded... Well, she doesn't feel hurt. She feels a little pressure.
Her voice was soft, much softer than usual. Elsa understands this is because her body is welcome to the intrusion. It is herself, after all. She knows intuitively that she can push deeper. A strained cry stops within her throat. Her palm is glued to her face as her eyes shut ever tighter. Her whole body grows more and more tense the deeper she goes... But all she can manage is the first half of her pointer. She thought she could do more. Well, physically she can, but for now, her heart can't handle more.
Now what? Can she simply rub her inside walls the same as her outer parts? She attempts it. It is hard to wiggle her finger. Her body is clenched so tightly around her digit, Elsa is surprised she even managed this much. This is what it's like! Elsa removes her hand to gasp for breath. This far in, Elsa puts her ability to inhale cool air before her concern with the eavesdropping walls.
The air underneath the blanket is no longer hot, but her lower half definitely is. Elsa is focused on that pressure. She can do little else other than wiggle her finger. She tries wiggling her hips too, and even tries closing her legs to increase the pressure. She wants... more. That realization is as exciting to Elsa as it is terrifying. What can be more than this? Besides a real person. If she could penetrate herself even more deeply, perhaps, but... Ah, she has to try. She needs to know what it's like.
But then...
Elsa's heart stops. She feels the end of her bed dipping as if a weight is being lowered onto it. She stops all movement, her breath is hitched, and her heartbeat quickens to the pace of a show pony. Through her blanket, a dark shadow is amassing over her. Oh no. Oh no, this must be it. She is caught, and this is God himself coming to punish her. She dares not throw the blanket and let herself be seen. He is always aware, and Elsa has ruined her body! She should have never taken her own virginity!
But... the dark shadow begins to take shape. It does not resemble God, come to punish her. It does not even resemble a monster. There really are no monsters under her bed. Instead, it takes the shapely figure of a woman. Is God a woman after all then?
Slowly, Elsa's free hand creeps up and clutches a handful of the blanket. Trembling something fierce, she slowly pulls her blanket out of her face. In the moonlight sits her older sister, Anna. Elsa isn't sure to feel relief or guilt greater than what she had anticipated before. When did she get here? She simply waits for her sister to realize what sin her blood is indulging in and scream at her.
This is it. She closes her eyes, expecting her sibling to condemn her, run off and tell their parents. She will be disowned for sure. The Princess of Arendelle, engaging in activities akin to a godless harlot! But... But it never comes. She opens them, and Anna is still sitting at the end of her bed, her hands tucked in her lap. She is illuminated by the moonlight behind her, and she is just... She doesn't appear angry. She doesn't appear disgusted, ashamed by her younger sister. If anything, the ends of her lips are ever so slightly curved upwards. She's... smiling. What is this?
She waits for her to say something. Anything. Her eyes fill with tears. Where she wasn't sure to feel relief or guilt now, she definitely feels guilt! Silence is sometimes more telling than speech! If only Anna would condemn her now, it would make this so much easier. But no. Anna doesn't speak, and this influences Elsa to not speak. They simply look at each other, but Elsa can't help but feel she is being observed. Anna's eyes scan down Elsa's covered body, her legs creating mountains in the blankets. "Ah..." Elsa flattens her legs to get rid of the mountains, but the movement caused her finger to shift inside her. She winces and swallows, but Anna still does not react.
She is a mystery! Elsa would wish she would stop being such a mystery. Her wish is almost immediately granted. Anna moves a hand from her lap to Elsa's body, correctly guessing where her knee is and she rubs it. Elsa watches her thumb gently caress the lump on the blanket, and she connects that sight with the feeling on her kneecap. She gulps. This is not... unpleasant.
Her guilt begins to subside, and Elsa takes a deep breath. Her head sinks back down into her pillow and she gazes up at her ceiling.
After a few seconds, she squeaks when Anna suddenly moves. Her eyes dart to fixate on her sister, who is crawling up to her. One leg swings over Elsa's body, and Anna scoots up to her. Within seconds, they are face to face. Anna is hovering over her, though they are separated by Elsa's thick blanket.
Elsa can't stand this. The silence. The intense stare. She opens her mouth to protest, but no words come to mind. What can she even say? This situation is so... Her eyes dart away nervously, but they quickly yearn for teal. They find it in Anna's deep eyes. Elsa is shy, but she doesn't want to look away. She fears it would displease Anna, who is already doing so much for her by not screaming. By not disapproving. That makes Elsa very happy. It makes her feel validated. That her touch is not sin.
Her paused hand quickly finds renewal. She sees a slight change in Anna's face. It was so subtle, it may have been her clenching her jaw, or a strain of a muscle? It might have been a reflection of the light in her eye, or her ears perking up. Whatever it was, Elsa knows that Anna knows. That her hand is active again, slowly wiggling itself while inside her channel. It is growing wetter and hotter by the second. Elsa isn't sure if she should reach completion while Anna is here. She thought... She thought she was in trouble. But this position they are in, it tells Elsa anything but. Anna wants to... see.
Feeling sweat run down her forehead, Elsa clenches around her finger and a sigh leaves through her nose. Her neck is aching with how tense it is, as she stares up at her older sibling's face. Red braids fall to her left and right, perfectly framing her freckled complexion. Elsa knows nothing else. She only knows Anna and her intrusive finger gently wiggling like a worm at the end of a fisherman's line.
Elsa went to close her eyes, but they shoot wide open when she feels a cool finger placed on her lips. She gasps, her mouth opening momentarily, and she feels Anna's fingernail clinking against her teeth. She sees Anna's eyes focus on her harder. Her smile growing just slightly wider. So subtle. If Elsa wasn't so observant, she would think Anna expressionless. But no, it's there. Anna doesn't disapprove of this at all. Why else would she touch her...?
She is spurred to move her wrist faster, plunge deeper inside herself. Her eyes are cross-eyed from trying to focus on the finger so close to her face. Anna's shoulders even giggle from the sight. Elsa can feel her cheeks, so full of blood. A little, "Ah..." Passes her lips as that finger moves to her cheek, petting and caressing her as if she were a little kitten.
Does Anna mean to embarrass her? Whatever her motivations, which have remained largely unclear ever since Elsa felt her presence, it is certainly making Elsa feel sheepish. Her finger slows for a moment, but when Anna squeezes her face and runs her hand down her neck, Elsa bites the inside of her cheek once more, mewling as her finger begins to work harder and faster than before. She's going to finish here, and her sister is going to see it. Is that what she wishes for!?
Frustrated at their lack of clear communication, Elsa turns her head to the side and closes her eyes shut; what she was going to do in the first place, before Anna touched her lips.
Unfortunately, her turned head reveals more of her neck to Anna, who takes the opportunity to rub circles into Elsa's skin. She can feel her thumb stroking her throat. This triggers a fight or flight within Elsa - If she wasn't comfortable with Anna, she feels she could be choked out right now. That thumb! But... The threat is... Kind of nice. Elsa swallows harshly. As she learned in her romance novel, holding the neck is an act involved in what is known as power play. She wasn't sure how she felt about such dynamics, but with Anna's hand there, she gets a taste of it, and... She recognizes she be the one 'submitting,' if she is the one with the hand on her neck. Relinquishing power, letting go of control. Just like when she lets go control of her impulses and gives in to her urges.
She doesn't feel overpowered though. Anna's hand is gentle, soft and cozy just like her being here. The warm company of her beloved sister, another comforting woman. And Elsa is still just a little girl compared to Anna. She feels almost protected by her older sibling's presence. Her touch is guidance. Elsa opens her eyes, which are swimming with tears. Her whole body is so warm and fuzzy, and it's coming from the stimulation of her loins and the touch from her sister.
She doesn't feel threatened. That is the big thing, and that is what ultimately leads Elsa to sigh and... accept. Accept that this is happening, and that Anna has already accepted her. So Elsa shall do the same. She feels such elation that she is allowed to do this. Explore her body, give herself pleasure. Why shouldn't she? If her body was given to her, why not learn everything about it? It is practical. Logical.
She tried to avoid Anna. She did, by moving her face to the side. But the lack of communication... Elsa finds that being frustrated is more undesirable than simply letting go. She can enjoy herself. Yes, that's what this is all about anyway. Enjoying...
She huffs, and sets her sights forward. She gazes up at her sister... freckles, like stars in the milky way. Eyes, teal like the ocean under the summer sun.
How could she not see it before? Her sister is beautiful. Her wrist is becoming sore, but Elsa doesn't dare stop. Her face feels so warm, especially with Anna's hand holding her neck, as if testing her. Testing if Elsa will really go all the way... Well, she must now! She must prove to Anna that she is strong... that she can do this, she can get things for herself, the things that she wants. That she is capable, and not just a younger sister.
With her jaw clenched, Elsa rolls her hips into her finger and inhales sharply. This is it.
She wants to close her eyes, but the way Anna is staring at her persuades her not to. She has to see Anna as she comes, and she has a feeling Anna would like to see her too. Elsa is nervous. What will happen? Will her eyes flutter and will she gasp in front of her sister? And then, what will she think? Ah, those are questions long overdue now. Urg... her hip bucks and she feels herself tightening around her finger.
Her face feels incredibly hot. But her eyes begin to widen as she spots Anna lick her lips and pucker them. She is about to be kissed. She hasn't kissed before, and Anna suddenly raised her expectations of her. She is shocked, but even more shocked that Anna only places that kiss on her cheek. She thought... she thought, and she quickly readied herself, only to be...
"Oh- oh..." Air gently leaves Elsa's lungs as she exhales, her whole body going rigid. Here and there, a shudder and a spasm, as her legs fully lock together. Her knees click together, a sound signaling she has come full circle.
The feeling of Anna's soft, pliable lips... They never leave her sensitive, buzzing, excited skin as Elsa rides out the waves of her paroxysm. Her older sis is so loving... It makes Elsa squirm and squeak as her insides pulse around her intruding finger. With wet, averted eyes, Elsa blinks rapidly to clear her vision and see Anna again. She opens her mouth, wishing to speak, to let Anna know somehow that she is happy, but...
She knows Anna already knows. She helped, after all. Helped. Once Elsa's body recovers from the rush, she starts becoming very self-conscious. What happens now? Anna is hovering over her again, but her hands are adjusting the front laces of her nightgown. She takes such good care of her baby sister.
Elsa's eyes dart to her left and right. Her finger is still deep within her, a fact that brings Elsa's free hand to cover her mouth - her embarrassment. This just happened. Her most vulnerable state, and Anna is right there to witness it all.
Elsa doesn't dare look into Anna's eyes. If she does, she might finally see that shame or disgust she had been expecting. Self-doubt fills her momentarily - what if Anna didn't want to see her orgasm? But no, that's silly, or else she wouldn't have - and... Elsa's eyes refuse to meet Anna's, but she instead looks at her mouth. She's smiling. And in her peripheral, because of course Elsa couldn't avoid it, she sees Anna's overall face looking, no, admiring her.
If Elsa had been blushing before, now she is completely melting. Anna liked it. She liked it, even though they're sisters. Even though they're both women. And she's the heir, she's supposed to know she mustn't, of all people, be a deviant. Yet, here she is, admiring Elsa and her exploration of her womanhood. Validating it. Saying it's okay.
A caress along her sides, up her hip, shocks Elsa into finally making full eye contact with Anna. She squeaks like a little mouse, and it makes Anna's shoulders rock with a little giggle. Her smile is so big, so beautiful... Elsa wishes they could kiss for real. She would like that very much. The hand running up her side comes up her body, and through many layers of warm fabric, Anna gives her breast a gentle squeeze.
Elsa doesn't dare make a sound. If she did, Anna would know how much she likes that. As if her facial expressions alone couldn't tell that, but Elsa didn't want to throw her sister a bone! She already gave so much! Oh, but Anna is giving her more in return... She deserves a little noise. Instead, Elsa slowly begins to pull her finger out.
Her eyelids flutter in an awkward way, making her look strained as she feels her walls contract. Her finger fully exits, now feeling cold compared to her hot interior. Nervously, the hand comes up from under her blanket, in between both their faces.
"Ah.." Anna finally gasps. Finally makes a sound at all. Her eyes are trained on Elsa's glistening finger. A strand falls down to Elsa, landing on her neck.
Anna looks from Elsa's finger to her eyes with an approving smile. She really likes it... Anna's squeezing hand stops, and instead she grips Elsa's wrist. She moves it out of the way, and holds it down to the bed. And her face nears again. Elsa licks her lips, hoping her wish would be granted, but again she is disappointed when Anna's mouth misses her mouth. Though, her disappointment is quickly replaced with surprise, as she feels a warm, wet tongue running along the spot of her neck that her own essence dripped on! Her legs lock together and she wants to squeal anew, but Anna is such a good... ahh, Elsa doesn't want to say lover!
Her wet hand balls up into a trembling fist, staining her palms with her fingers. Anna relinquishes, pulling back to observe a panting, confused Elsa yet again.
Those eyes... like eagles'. It makes Elsa pout, which only makes Anna laugh once more. The weight of the bed shifts as Anna slowly begins to back away, and return to a sitting position.
This allows Elsa to sit up too, her blanket falling from her chest to reveal her nightgown. The shoulder strap is slightly off, something her sister's hand fixes in a second. Elsa looks at her appreciatively. She's going to leave...? After that? They haven't spoken a single word, yet they communicate perfectly. Anna passes her a final smile, before standing up. Elsa watches her walk around her bed, running her finger along the silk perimeter.
Elsa's dry hand hugs her wet one as she couples them both together. She wants Anna to stay, but... she is so tired. And Anna looks... she looks like she completed a quest. She did enough, Elsa realizes, and she lets her go. Anna finds the doorknob, turns and pulls. With a final glance back at Elsa, she smiles. An approving smile, a proud smile. One that a master would give a protégé. And the door closes.