"So, when did you know?"
Leaning on Anna's shoulder, the older sister, Elsa, closed her eyes and remembered. No whirring fans, no obnoxiously loud music from passing cars. The life afforded to the sisters had been luxurious. A massive house, courtesy of their parents who never had time for them, filled with soft crème and brown leathers, with only a paid housekeeper during the daylight hours to keep them company, had been home.
One day when Elsa was only five years old, her little sister – her best friend – was taken away. No one told her why, but the message was clear. She's not perfect and business-minded like you, Elsa. For years, she had learned to occupy her time with chess, swimming in the small pool out in the back, or reading about ancient explorers and pioneers.
"I was lonely; I had no friends. When she came back, I saw the best friend I'd had as a small child, but I gradually got to know an amazing young woman." The older sister paused her train of thought, and rubbed her sister's arm absently. Calm and ease filled her heart, and the head of ridiculously coiffed hair turned to the woman seated across a small table.
"She had become a paragon of fulfilment to me, in the years that I spent alone. I came to see the memory of her presence as not a museum piece of great price, but a bottle of wine that fills back up every time you put it away after drinking it." Anna shifted, and the chocolate eyes of the interviewer peered at her body language, evaluatingly. The elder cleared her throat, and uncoiled from her place at her sister's clavicle.
"So when I saw her again, she was 17," pausing, the older sibling smirked to herself, as if remembering a pleasant sensation or taste. "And she was a gorgeous young woman. Full of life and happiness and love, she made my heart race with joy," Elsa cooed, lacing her fingers into her smiling partner's. "It was all the sensations of drinking the wine I mentioned, but better.
"Her smile made my insides leap in joy, and I just couldn't hold back. I suppose it was rather base of me, but I felt that because of her, and followed the breadcrumb trail. It ended here." An arm around Anna's shoulder reinforced her point, and the woman before the couple scribbled notes furiously into her coiled pad. Brow creased in concentration, she finally relaxed, and exhaled while facing the sisters again.
She smiled, and spoke more than three words finally. "So, what did you do about this," she motioned at the girls to explain herself. Elsa merely joined her smile, with one that suggested she was about to recount a great story.
"I'm glad you asked. Tell me if you need clarification; this isn't short, okay?" The studious looking woman before her settled her lips into a small grin, and let her mind focus on what the regal blonde actually said, before swishing her hand to indicate her readiness.
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"Elsa, what is it about these that you've always liked?" the redheaded girl mumbled as she examined the elder's snow globe collection on a shelf. Grinning, Elsa strode up to the smaller sister's side, and let the magic of snow falling lazily on quiet scenes fill her perception. Not all her perception, for she watched Anna's motions, willing her to recognize the fabulous wealth of the gilded and jewel-encrusted pottery before her. As if on a preprogrammed course, freckled arms stretched towards Elsa's special snow globe, bumping its neighbour gently.
"Whoa!" the elder yelped, as she put her arm around Anna's torso to keep her upright, and she thrust her other hand to catch the slowly tipping artifice of ceramics and glass. Too late, her hand brushed by its course toward the floor, and tipped it onto the dresser under the shelf.
Blinking, the two girls watched the shards of snow globe scatter to the corners of the floor, the dust and fake snow dusting the debris of tarnished beauty. The sisters would have screamed, but screaming would do no good. Besides, there had been enough sadness over the last month's time, and there was just no sorrow spilt over the broken keepsake. Instead, Anna guided a shivering older sister out of the small room, into the bedroom next door.
Easing Elsa onto the bed, Anna crawled over her, and laid on her other side. Dry wheezes and little coughs filled the small room, and a guilt-ridden ginger had almost fallen asleep on her big sister's arm, when she heard a scratchy voice beside her.
"Anna, where is the water?" Elsa grunted quietly, not particularly caring what the answer was. As soon as the words left her, the subdued girl ghosted over her legs, and mumbled a quick, "I'll be right back with that." As soon as Anna left the bed, Elsa let her eyes roam down the inviting, yet unintentional, back of her only remaining family. She rolled back as Anna's form disappeared through the doorway, and her form splayed itself over the bed, as she considered the past few weeks.
First, her parents had said they were back on their way from the paternity testing clinic. Then, a creaking noise had mingled with grunt-like sounds, and then the phone went dead. The next week had been a bustle of legal papers, well-meaning calls from distant relatives, and a funeral where the two daughters of Europe's largest Cypriot banking company shook hands with many sad investors, but only could hug each other for the comfort of security they'd lost elsewhere.
Learning to live in this massive house wasn't free of memories either, as Elsa and Anna constantly found themselves delved into past memories of various parts of living space. For Elsa, a stern set of regimented and overprotective parents. For Anna, rare visits to see a family that stuffy old knowitalls said was hers. With the exception of each other, the two girls would have traded it all for a hut in the jungle and no education, just to escape the overpowering sense of expectations and procedure.
Feeling a cool hand grasp her arm, Elsa rolled over to meet the tired teal orbs that had always made her heart race. With a smile at Anna's kindness, the elder took the glass and tilted it to her mouth, uncaring of the dribble of water from changing hands at awkward angles. Anna crawled over her older sibling, and settled into the crook of Elsa's arms, resting her head on her sister's chest, to hear the constant heartbeat of welcome affection.
Putting the glass on the night table beside her, Elsa turned to cuddle Anna closer, and accidentally brushed their lips together. A still silence accompanied their shock, and Elsa followed her breadcrumb trail of happiness. Pressing together, their lips closed and opened, and Anna found herself pinned by Elsa's arms, the elder hanging over her, looking for all the world like she belonged there. It was at that moment, that one of them started unbuttoning her blouse, and hunger took over the movements of the pair that danced on the bed.
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"Wait a second," the woman that listened spoke up. "So you're saying, that at no point either of you said, 'This is what I want'?" Fire and ice manes shook across the table, and Elsa's voice piped up again, "Not that time, no." Squirming a little uncomfortably on the couch, Anna held her sister's arm tighter, and watched their interviewer attempt to process what she'd been told.
"Ugh, fine," she relented her unspoken protest, and let the elder's story carry on where it had left off.
XxxXx
As more and more of the freckled flesh that housed Elsa's hopes and dreams saw the light of the day, the elder bent her neck, and kissed the mottled flesh. Writhing, Anna moaned softly, and arched her back into her sister's, and pulled her blouse off the wrists they'd snagged on. Grunting, She twisted her body to let the offending fabric free from her imprisoned arms. As she did, Elsa grabbed at her bra's straps, and unhooked the garment.
Kissing along the edges of Anna's body, she stroked the curves on the other side of her sister, and let her mouth take a course towards the front of the younger's torso. Groaning in happiness, teal eyes met icy blues, and Anna begged for more attention. Elsa could never say 'no' to her, and there was no protest, as she straddled the girl's hips and kissed down the front of her breasts in turn. Drawing her head back, she laid her lips around puffed flares of nipple, and sucked gently, biting slowly and licking the tips. Apparently, Anna liked this.
"More," she gasped, "Elsa."
The motions of the siblings stopped, and their eyes met, only now realizing the position they found each other in. Acutely aware of her bare state, Anna watched her big sister's eyes, seeing her own conflict reflected in them. Time stood still for a moment, and the two girls simply took in what they had done. They had not only given and received sexual pleasure from each other, but they enjoyed it. The moment ended, and receptiveness spilled forth from a mouth; neither of them knew if the other had said it.
"More."
As if the moment had not happened at all, Elsa's hands grasped for Anna's chest. Only to be caught by the latter's hands, and held. "No, Elsa," she murmured, "I want to show you that I return this – this."
If not more aggressively, the fiery-haired girl matched the ice blonde's voracity for affection. She nearly tore Elsa's belt, and fumbled with the button on her tight jeans. Eyes boring into her older sister's she growled softly, and nipped at her neck. Taking her direction and running with it, Elsa stretched her old tshirt over her head and had her bra sliding down her arms, before Anna had even finished pulling down pants that covered expanses of creamy, milky flesh. As soon as the panties were pulled down, Anna gazed at her sloppy treat.
Glistening with arousal, Elsa's mound was bare, except a patch of short fur above her rosebud. She bucked into Anna's probing finger, and a surprised redhead jolted away, cocking her head at the sudden response. It seemed funny, and she would have laughed, except for the blonde's mewl of desperate need.
"Elsa," she choked on her own spit in her excitement, "tell me you want this." Jaw flopping uselessly, the elder sister let out a low, keening sound. Anna's eyes widened as her eyes darkened, and a toothy grin of pure desire showed itself. "Tell me," she repeated, dropping her lips into a covetous smirk at the mewl her big sibling let out.
"I," a perfect jaw almost snapped shut, as icy eyes focused and unfocused rapidly, "w-want. Need. You. Anna."
With a possessive grin Anna only showed to the most treasured things in her life, she thrust her face into Elsa's coochie, sucking and licking and nipping at the surrounding tissue. As the older woman's back arched, a finger insinuated itself into her depths, and a shrill scream of desire rattled the paintings in the hall.
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By the time the woman thought to look at the clock, tightly curled hair had turned into frizzy crinkles, and professional hems were steadily picked at. "Well!" She stood rather quickly, and turned her lips into a shy smile at the two girls cuddled on her couch. "We're out of time for today." Hurriedly grabbing their things, Elsa and Anna said their quick goodbyes to the woman, and beat a hasty retreat to the door. Promising to meet again with the study's interviewer the next week, the two sisters entered the elevator, and could be spied embracing tightly as the elevator doors closed.