Chapter 9

The instant Elsa got to her room, she shucked off her dress, leaving it in a crumpled heap upon the floor.

She couldn't tear her undergarments off fast enough. She wanted to be naked, wanted to be bare. Anna was right, it was an insanely sensory experience. And Elsa's body was screaming for sensations.

With both hands, she fondled her own breasts. Flicked at her nipples with her fingernails. Pinched her nipples, pinched them so exquisitely hard. She imagined Anna's lips sucking on her nipples, imagined Anna's teeth grazing against them, imagined Anna biting down until Elsa let out the most piercing screams of ecstasy…

Then slowly, achingly slowly, she slid her hands downward. Downward, over her own taut stomach, ghosting a finger in torturous circles around her bellybutton, imagining Anna's tongue flicking into her navel… teasing her…

Anna… fuck! How these last few nights had fanned the flames of Elsa's lust! Especially tonight! Seeing her sister completely nude like that! Elsa had imagined her sister naked for years, but the reality was better than any fantasy…

Shuddering bliss rippled through Elsa's body. She kept massaging her belly, stroking her hips as the pleasure built excruciatingly within her…

One hand almost unconsciously from Elsa's hip to her buttocks. Lying there, Elsa felt the weight of her buttocks against her open palm. She took a handful of butt cheek and squeezed as she had squeezed her breast. Then gently, cautiously, she slipped a trembling finger in…

She loved this feeling as she teased her own asshole. Except she imagined it was Anna making her feel this way, Anna using her dexterous, rosy fingers to fuck her in the ass…

Her free hand was gliding to the soaking wetness between her thighs, fingers burying into her folds…

A crescendo of pleasure building to almost unbearable levels in both her pussy and ass… building to exultant explosion…

Elsa climaxed with an almost animalistic moan. She knew she should have muffled her moans with a pillow for fear of someone hearing, but at this moment? Fuck, she could not bring herself to care…

Elsa withdrew her glistening fingers from her pussy and raised them to her lips. Lapping up her own juices… licking her fingers dry…

She imagined the smell of Anna's pussy, imagined licking it like the greedy whore she was…

Because she was a whore…

Her euphoria dying, that thought snaked around Elsa's heart.

Under cover of darkness, she revealed what she truly was – a wanton, lustful, incestuous pervert…

Now a sob was building in Elsa's throat.

Just once, could she have the pleasure without the crushing guilt coming after?

Elsa cried herself to sleep.