Holy shit.

Like, what? Holy- holy shit.

Wow…that's…okay that's-

"Anna?" A light tap on my door followed my older sister's voice. "What are you doing? Are you thinking aloud again?"

I paused briefly from recollecting the stapler, pens, and papers that flew off my desk as a result of my graceless reaction. "Maaaybe," I hummed before frantically starting to muddle rather than tidy as Elsa stepped through my door.

Elsa began to ask again, but her words trailed into silence once her eye caught sight of-

"Shoot." My pinkie slammed down on the Ctrl key as my middle finger stretched over to W. That was close.

I was going to turn back to face her and answer the question that inevitably hung from her lips, but her arms laced themselves around my freckled shoulders before I could speak. And suddenly, I couldn't. I had never heard such husky growl in her voice than when she whispered, "What was that?"

"Fuck," I mumbled as I noticed she distracted me just enough to reopen the tab.

She giggled, "That's what I thought."

Right about now would be the point at which I started regretting having not put on a bra this morning. The only thing covered my torso was an old, stained camisole. Cami and I shared many a nights together. It was the most comfortable thing I owned.

But right about now I couldn't have regretted wearing it any less than I regret downloading Flappy Bird. The fucking thing. My nipples were poking right through the thin, tight fabric, and Elsa didn't take her time noticing. Her hand slipped down into my shirt and pressed hard against the skin above my left boob. "You're so cute, Anna."

I swallowed hard. My voice nearly breaking, "Move your hand."

"You heart is racing." She ground my ear lobe between her teeth, "Where are your manners?"

"…p-please," I stuttered. Why did I stutter? This felt wrong. No, this was wrong.

Her hand moved, finally, bu- but in the wrong direction. It slinked its way down deeper into my shirt until her soft fingertips massaged my hard nipple. Elsa's lips pecked at my bare shoulder endlessly until she paused enough to howl out, "Better?"

I moaned, dammit, choking down all the words of praise and all the cries in denial because I couldn't decide which were the lies anymore.

Cami was on the floor. Elsa was in my lap. Her tongue was in my mouth and I still had no idea what was going on.

I knew I was breathing heavy, but I didn't know why.

I knew she was getting me hotter, but I didn't get how.

I knew I wanted something, but I didn't know…what.

Until it hit me. Elsa's hand in my pants. Her finger inside of me. Her tongue unable to decide if it wants to massage mine or my ever-hardening nipples. The overall rush of being wanted- needed. It was the rush of being loved in a way I could never have been by anyone else. I realized, I wanted her.

So I let my inhibitions go, and moaned, and replied, "Much."