WARNING: This chapter gets highly NSFW, and includes anal play.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The moment Elsa Tremblay felt Anna's lips crash up into her own, she felt all the resolve she had been trying to build over the past pair of weeks trying to flee. All that work, striving to distance herself from her feelings for Anna, from the dark attraction that always seemed to be hovering around the edges whenever they spoke, when they touched, interacted… kissed in ways sisters should never kiss…
Her lips are so sweet, she thought weakly as her hand travelled up from Anna's neck, fingers threading through her limp, wet hair. Like the chocolate she gave me… why does she have to taste this good, feel this perfect against me? This ought to be illegal!
Anna's lips shifted against hers, deepening the kiss ever so slightly as she tilted her head to get a better angle. Elsa couldn't believe how much of a difference it made; she felt her own mouth opening slightly, even though she didn't ask it to.
There was the slightest, almost hesitant brush of a tongue against her lower lip and Anna's closed eyes opened again, revealing a look full of shy love while the thumb of the hand that had been cupping her cheek caressed the skin gently.
Pulling away, the very enraptured Elsa breathed down at her sister, "You… really are… wow."
Anna pulled away just long enough to turn around so she was facing Elsa before she wrapped her arms around Elsa's neck and pulled her into a close embrace. "You're pretty wow yourself," she hummed.
"I'm…" Realising she didn't know what she was going to say, Elsa let out a shaky laugh. "Anna. I'm kissing Anna." Then she realised she had said that out loud and bit her lip sheepishly; she sounded like a complete idiot.
Anna giggled and nuzzled Elsa's neck. "Yes you did, and it felt really nice for Anna, too."
Hearing that Anna didn't seem phased at all by how silly she sounded, Elsa smiled and kissed her again, briefly and sweetly. "I know we've done it before, but it's still pretty… yeah." Another kiss. "Mm, it's pretty addicting."
Anna sighed against Elsa's lips and she was so content and happy that she practically purred when she whispered, "You're as sweet and tasty as chocolate. Of course it's addicting."
"I was just thinking the same thing…" Licking her lips, she closed them for a moment as she smiled. "Alright. Alright, we're supposed to be showering, right? Sorry, I didn't mean to make this about… you know, other things."
"It's okay." Anna smiled and turned back around, once again placing her hands on the wall to expose as much of her body as possible for cleaning, "Let's finish up quick so we can lay down and cuddle together?"
Smiling, Elsa took up the washcloth. "Yes, that sounds wonderful. Just let me soap this up again."
But as she did so, her eyes kept going back to Anna's beautiful body. It was the first body, and so far the only body, that she had ever given more than a passing glance. And it was a gorgeous one, to be sure.
"Hey, Elsa," Anna said, sounding suddenly shy as she glanced at Elsa over her shoulder. "When you get to my chest, be gentle, alright? I'm really sensitive there."
"Oh, really?" Raising the cloth, she flicked it very briefly over one of Anna's nipples. Anna let out a breathless whimper as a full body shudder ran down the length of her body. "Hmm, you're right; really sensitive."
Anna squeezed her thighs together and looked embarrassed, her cheeks flushed. "Elsaaa, was that really necessary? I'm already really-" She paused and bit on her lip, looking back at the wall. "Um, never mind."
"Already what?" No answer. Shrugging, she began to soap up her front a little more earnestly, not just teasing this time. Anna relaxed as the cleaning began again but she kept her legs pressed together regardless, let out soft sighs and hums whenever Elsa grazed a particular sensitive area. And Elsa couldn't help noticing.
Once through with her chest and stomach, Elsa tried for her underarms. When she noticed a shiver, she cracked a smile. "I'm actually not trying to tickle you, I promise."
Anna nodded and raised her arms in response to the reassurance. "Good, because like you, I can't restrain myself very well." She giggled lightly.
"Good to know. But… I mean, I like you making me lose control that way. Would you… I mean, do you want me to try…?" Why did she feel so odd about this? Shaking her head, she let out a laugh as she switched to the other armpit. "Nevermind."
"Maybe later, once I'm clean." Anna's giggle came slightly louder as Elsa cleaned her armpit. "W-we're gonna run out of water soon if we keep s-stalling."
Shrugging, she began to clean down Anna's leg. "Cold water doesn't bother me that much." When she reached her ankle, she picked the leg up with one hand while the other scrubbed her foot. Sparing a smile upward, she said, "I never noticed before, but your adorable little freckles even come all the way down here."
"Thank you?"
"That was a weird thing to say, wasn't it? Especially while I'm washing your feet." Elsa laughed as she switched to the other leg. "Sorry."
"It's not that, it's just… no one has ever said that before." Anna lifted her foot for Elsa, using one of the hands on the wall for balance so she didn't slip on the wet tile. "Just wasn't expecting it."
That didn't seem quite right. Once cleaned, Elsa splashed her foot clean and then pressed a kiss to the tip of her big toe. "Well I think someone should. I don't mind being that someone."
"Thank you," she repeated shyly. The blush was back, turning Anna's face an adorable shade of dark pink as she wiggled the toe that had been kissed. She looked down at Elsa lovingly. "You're so good to me, Snowflake."
"Always, Moondrop. Even your cute little toes." Smiling blissfully, Elsa stood back up. "Now I just have to get your butt." Her rag dropped down to smooth over the soft globes, her free hand pressing very gently into Anna's stomach.
Anna gasped and her stomach flexed under Elsa's hand as the cloth gently caressed her rear. She gave her legs another squeeze. "O-oh."
This time, there was no way Elsa could miss her reaction. She knew what it could mean, but she also knew she could be wrong. "Is that… well… do you like this?" She still felt a little odd about asking questions like those, but maybe it would be alright. After all, if Anna didn't care about being peed on…
"Y-yes," Anna murmured. "Sorry, this just feels really nice." Elsa's stroking of her rear slowed down, moving in circles that were more like a loving caress than scrubbing. Anna moaned softly.
"I love you so much."
The words shot through into Elsa's core. The tingling from when she had been washing herself, and from when Anna was tickling her… it was starting to come back. All by itself. Again, she could name it, but she felt far too embarrassed to try just in case she was wrong. Even in her thoughts.
So instead, she decided to try something. Sure, Anna had handed over the washcloth the last time so she could do it herself, but… maybe…
Elsa's hand began to push the soapy cloth between her sister's firm cheeks.
Anna's breath hitched and she tilted her head back, letting out another, much louder moan. "E-Elsa…?"
"Have to finish washing you," Elsa told her in a whisper as she continued to trail down until she reached the tiny puckered area that she could not see, but could only feel the difference.
When she touched it, Anna's body went tense and her forehead rested on the wall, her eyes tightly clenched shut. Her breathing turned ragged and there was a wetness that was definitely not from the shower beginning to trail down her leg. "God, Snowflake..."
Could it be that she made Anna release in the same way she had when being tickled? Maybe it was just a trick of the light. Elsa had intended to just wash the tiny opening as fast as she could the way she usually did for herself, get the unpleasantness over with, but with Anna reacting this way…
"You do like this." It wasn't a question as it had been for her cheeks; she was making a statement for Anna to either confirm or deny. "Like me washing your butt."
"O- of course I do," Anna confirmed softly. "It's… it's all so intense and amazing with you… when you touch me like this…" She shifted slightly, widening her stance. "I feel like I'm on fire in the best way possible."
Again, Elsa felt a pulsing, and could no longer pretend it wasn't coming from between her own thighs. But she didn't want to focus on that; she wanted to focus on Anna, on "setting her on fire" as she so eloquently described it. To that end…
"Good," she whispered as she began to gently move her finger from side to side. Anna clenched her cheeks, trapping Elsa's finger there.
"Y-you might want to stop," she panted, her face flushed and teal eyes glazed. "I- I don't want you getting yourself into something you can't h-handle."
At that, Elsa gulped; she knew what Anna meant. At least, she could make a good guess; when it came to these matters, she was a complete novice. But she wasn't entirely oblivious. Still, she figured she would ask another question instead of confronting that directly. At least, for now.
"Wasn't expecting it, no. Because I… thought you would react like this if I had my hand… around in the front. B-but if you like being touched back here, that's fine! Completely fine! I just… I'm surprised, that's all."
"It's kind of the same in terms of sensitivity and… pleasure," Anna answered. "My butt's as happy to be stimulated as my vagina is." She blushed at the words and bit her lip.
"O-oh…" Did it really? It was true that her own felt sensitive, which is why she awkwardly washed it as fast as she could every time. It made her uncomfortable. But if Anna had a different feeling about it…
Elsa withdrew the hand with the washcloth. For a moment, it looked as if she was going to be finished, or move on to using conditioner. But she picked up the soap and flipped over the rag, soaping up the other side. Anna looked at Elsa over her shoulder, somehow managing to look disappointed and intrigued at the same time.
"You're done with m-my back, then? Should I turn around?"
"I'm done with just about everything… but no, you can stay right where you are." She swallowed. This was the craziest thing she had ever done, but somehow, doing it with Anna made her a lot less terrified than she would have been with anyone else. "Is… this alright?"
The question came just as the washcloth began to trail around to the front, drifting up the inside of Anna's thigh.
"A-ah!" Anna gasped loudly.
"S-sorry," Elsa breathed as she withdrew the washcloth. Too much; she should have known that.
"Are you trying to get me off?" she asked bluntly, than gently banged her head on the tile wall with a groan. "Because it's getting really hard to hold it in when you… do stuff like that."
"Well… we do still need to wash you there." The cloth returned, staying still on her thigh this time. "And if you… happen to 'get off' while I'm washing… then… I guess it would be alright." Elsa could practically hear herself blushing. Did she really just say that to her sister?!
Anna stayed very quiet for several seconds, her gaze on the cloth still settled on her thigh before she quietly asked, "You'd really be okay with that? Or are you just saying that to make me happy?"
Elsa shook her head, imploring Anna with her wide eyes. "No, no, I- I would! I mean…" Swallowing hard, she forced herself to be the tiniest bit more open. "I'm very curious to hear how you'll sound. And… God, I think I've been secretly curious about it ever since I figured out what you did in the bathroom that morning. I w-want to help."
"You're sure?" Anna pressed, "I- I really don't want to do this and then have you… regret it… that's all." She bit her lip, but Elsa leaned in to kiss it immediately.
"Very sure. Um… just promise me that if I look uncomfortable, you won't think I actually am? It's just really new and I'm not used to this, it's nothing to do with not liking what we're doing!"
Finally Anna relaxed and relented, smiling shyly at her older sister. "Okay."
The moment of truth. Bracing for a negative reaction, either from herself or from Anna, Elsa slid the cloth upward until it hit home.
The moan that escaped Anna was softer, and more breathless than the ones before and Anna reached out to rest her hands on Elsa's shoulders. "G-God," she whimpered.
"Yeah?" Elsa breathed, trying to make her voice sexy. She wasn't sure if she was succeeding or not, because she had virtually no practice, but she hoped her earnestness would help make up for it. "You like that? You want more?"
"Y-Yes!" Anna gripped Elsa tighter and spread her legs a little more, giving the blonde better access. "Y-Yes please!"
So Elsa gave her more. Not a lot, and probably not as fast as Anna wanted, but she started gently rubbing along her the way she would with herself. The way she had mere minutes ago. If that was what Anna felt every time she touched herself… she could understand becoming addicted to that feeling.
"Oooh Elsa, th-that feels so good." The redhead leaned against Elsa and her eyes became hazy, "R-Right there, please!"
"Here?" The question was ridiculous; when Elsa moved again and heard more gasping, she knew. Definitely there. "Oohhh… you look like you're actually enjoying this…"
Anna bit her lip and suddenly, one of her hands drifted down until it was settled on Elsa's wrist. "D-Don't be afraid to-" She blushed hotly and guided Elsa's hand higher, until her finger just brushed her swollen clit. "I-It feels really good there."
While she could technically feel a slight difference, she couldn't tell exactly through the cloth. But she could definitely remember where Anna made the highest noises and keep rubbing in the same spot. "Like this?"
"Yesss," Anna purred, arching into the touch. "Perfect…" Elsa ramped up the speed and pressure just a little. Anna jerked and it looked like it was taking considerable effort to stay on her feet, the look on her face speaking volumes of the pleasure she was feeling as the volume of her moans and gasps increased. "Elsaaaaaa!" she whined desperately.
Time for another experiment. "That feels good, doesn't it? Me… touching you." That wasn't good enough; she had to say sexier things. But she didn't know how! Licking her lips, she tried again. "You like what my hand can do for you, don't you?"
Anna nodded and gave Elsa a heated look. "Mmm, I do. I love it when your hand strokes me like that," she moaned, long and loud. "You make me feel so good and wet, Elsa..."
"Hah!" Elsa burst out in sheer disbelief. This couldn't be happening. It was pure insanity! This was sin, they were sisters! But to reassure her sister, she kissed her shoulder as she continued to stroke. "How… long have you wanted me to do this? Tell me."
Her eyes closed and briefly, a look of shame crossed her face. "Since… since the first time you kissed me..."
"You wanted my hand between your legs? Just like this?" In point of fact, at that point Elsa wouldn't have minded putting it between her own legs, but she ignored that for the time being. "In that case… sorry it took so long to give you what you want."
"D-Don't be sorry, I-" Anna gripped Elsa's unoccupied hand and started lay frantic kisses upon the soft skin, "I'm happy with what you're giving me now."
"And what am I giving you?" she breathed, cupping her hand a little so that she was practically grasping the fleshy mons above her sister's sex.
"Ahh!" Anna was trembling now and was practically pushing her core against Elsa's clothed hand to aid in the steady pace that was slowly getting her closer to her peak. She whined again, the sound needy. "G-giving me pleasure a- and for trusting me enough to…" She flushed and went quiet.
"To what?" she whispered very gently. She had exchanged her sexy voice for a calming one now, and she retrieved her other hand to begin rubbing up and down Anna's lower back. "Go on."
"To do this with you… for trusting me to not make a total ass of myself." Anna's eyes misted over as she added, "I love you so much, Elsa."
"I…" If she said it while they were doing this, it was all over. No more pretending. But Anna had already offered it up; she had been the brave one. She always was.
"I love you, too, Anna." She leaned up to give her a peck on the cheek. "And you can make an ass of yourself in front of me. Don't worry about that."
Then Anna tugged Elsa in for a kiss in response, embracing her tightly despite the water making their skin slide slightly. There were tears in her eyes but the sounds she made against Elsa's lips were more happy than distraught.
Elsa threw herself against the lips in response, grinding the washcloth even harder as her other hand gripped Anna's firm little behind, holding her in place to rub her sensitive sex that much more thoroughly. Anna's grip on Elsa's shoulders suddenly tightened and her legs trapped Elsa's hand between them as a cry that was much longer and louder than the rest erupted from her throat. Her entire body went rigid briefly before it slackened completely and Anna collapsed bonelessly into their hug with a small moan.
The difference was something Elsa noticed, but didn't quite understand. She must have really been liking this if she went limp like that! Abandoning all pretense of disliking what they were doing, or not knowing what it was, Elsa dropped the rag… and traced her fingers over Anna's folds.
"Is this really alright?" she whispered numbly as she felt how wet Anna was, either from the soap or from her own natural enjoyment.
"E-Els-" Anna's moan cut her off and though her legs trembled slightly, she managed to straighten herself out again, though speaking seemed to be difficult if her hard breathing was any indication. That made the elder sister lean over to one side, trying to catch her eyes.
"Yes? Is… did you not want me to touch you without the rag?" she suddenly breathed, starting to pull her hand away.
"No!" Anna bit her lip and squirmed slightly. "I-it feels good… really good… please don't stop?"
A little relieved, Elsa pushed her fingers back into her sister. Of course, it was still a very strange thing to be doing for her; she knew people did this all the time, they fondled and touched, played with their bodies. Maybe not with a sibling, but that happened on very rare occasion, too. So why did she think it was so bizarre? Why couldn't she take to it the way Anna was taking to it?
Meanwhile, Anna mewled, thrusting her hips against Elsa's fingers and staring at her sister with glazed, devoted eyes. "You're doing s-so well, Elsa… making me come a- a second time," she breathed.
"A second ti- OH. Oh, was that your… did you orgasm a second ago?!" she demanded in sheer disbelief.
The redhead blinked slowly at her. "Yes," she murmured before nuzzling her nose into Elsa's collar bone. She whimpered as Elsa's finger accidently grazed her clit. "Usually when someone… fingers me, I have one of those… and now I'm a million times more sensitive down there."
Sensitive… that sparked something in Elsa's memory. Part of her really wanted to let Anna go, to give her time to recover; she had heard that orgasms really took a lot out of people. But on the other hand…
"So you're saying… you want to feel more? That this isn't too much?"
Anna seemed to contemplate her answer. "I really do want more, b-because this feels incredible… it's basically at this point where it feels like it's too much, but it isn't?" She frowned a little. "Like a small part of me w-wants you to stop because the sensation is so intense, but mostly I still really want this despite that..."
"Hmm… in that case…" Her stomach flip-flopped and her heart was pounding in her throat, but Elsa knew she wanted to try it. Even as scared of what she would feel when she did it as she was, the urge to try more things with Anna was too great. As great as it was for Anna.
Bracing for the worst, Elsa held her hand still as she slid her free hand downward until her finger was edging toward Anna's other opening.
Anna looked at Elsa, confused. "W-Why did you stop?"
"Because… w-well, I'm wondering if you would prefer…"
Then her fingertip pushed into the slick, puckered skin. Anna yelped, her butt clenching unconsciously at the unexpected intrusion. "T-That feels weird!" she blurted before blushing and adding, "Not in a bad way but… Gosh, that's new."
Not only was it new, but it was tight. Even with the lingering amount of soap on her finger and on the area, it seemed to refuse to open up for her. But the rigidness and the sounds Anna was making was inspiring a fluttering in Elsa's stomach that she couldn't deny was exciting.
"Ooooh," Anna purred as Elsa nudged inward, "w-who knew this would feel soooo good?" She nuzzled Elsa again. "Deeper."
"Deeper?" She could hardly believe her ears! But the way the soft skin and strong muscles only opened up a tiny bit at a time was somehow fascinating… and Anna's reactions even moreso. Against all her expectations, she was really enjoying doing this for her precious sister.
As she continued to push inward, wiggling her fingertip just enough so that Anna would feel it, her other hand began to move again. To tease the deliciously fragile lips that she was learning to love.
Anna sobbed against Elsa's neck at the combined pleasure, the only thing keeping Anna grounded and standing. "I love you, Elsa, I love you!" She started a small mantra as Elsa continued to pleasure her, the poor thing looking overwhelmed.
There was definitely a tingling between Elsa's legs now. Hearing Anna moan, feeling the reasons for her moaning… it was doing things to her that she never expected before. She wanted to get a better look at what she was doing, even while she dreaded what it would look like. How could she do this with her sister? Touch her sensitive flower, pleasure it? How could she stomach slowly working a finger into the most taboo place imaginable?!
Anna hummed and kissed Elsa's throat, breathing getting harder again in what Elsa figured was a sign that she was getting close to orgasm again. Her own heart beat faster at the prospect of being the one responsible for that happening, but she couldn't stop now; even if it was a mistake.
"Are… you close again?" she breathed. Needing to know.
"Yes," the redhead whispered. "S-So close… you're doing wonderfully, Elsa!"
For whatever reason, that brought more heat to her cheeks. The complement, being told that not only was she pleasuring her own sister, but she was pleasuring her well. A smile touched the corners of her mouth as she ramped up the speed.
"I do… have questions. Um, I thought I was supposed to… well, something should go… inside…" Swallowing against the lump that formed from hearing how awkward she sounded, she pressed ahead. "You seem to be alright with what's happening now. Is that okay?"
At that, Anna looked a little hesitant despite her arousal and glanced down at Elsa's long, slender digits with a mixture of awe and nervousness. "Um yeah, sure if you r-really want to try it." She smiled. Elsa nodded and hesitantly tried working her middle finger in past the fragile lips. "A little more gently, please?" She flinched slightly before reaching down and parting her own lips carefully to help Elsa maneuver a little easier. The soft skin was glistening and Anna moaned when a few droplets from the shower trailed over the exposed opening. "Is this helping?"
"My God…" Immediately, Elsa felt bad for blaspheming, but she couldn't quite focus on that from feeling fragile inner walls surrounding her finger. "Y-you're so… hot, and wet inside…"
Anna squeezed playfully, giggling softly. "You feel really good in there." She blushed and suddenly looked a little self-conscious. "I-Is this okay?"
But Elsa was still a little shocked. "Y-you squeezed my finger! How'd you do that?" Excited by this new discovery, she slid the finger the rest of the way inside. "Do it again!"
Anna did so, smiling at Elsa warmly, "You like that?"
"Mmmhh," Elsa found herself groaning at the feeling. It was so strange… and so enticing. "Yes, I… think so. Do you like what I'm doing? Is it alright?"
"Mhmmm," Anna hummed and tilted her head back, looking like she was enjoying herself even though she no longer looked as ready to release as she did before. "Feels wonderful."
Another hesitant smile. Elsa kissed Anna's cheek, then her neck, holding both of her hands still and letting Anna flex against them. She noticed when Anna tried to squeeze the one finger, the other fingertip also felt it; all those muscles down there seemed to be at least partially connected.
"D-do you want me to start moving again?" she whispered against the skin just behind Anna's ear.
"Hmm yes," Anna moaned softly back and reached out to hold Elsa closer. "Gosh Elsa, you're so good to me, it feels amazing."
A little thrill of glee shot through Elsa's stomach. Trying not to laugh, she whispered, "Alright." Then… she began to wiggle the finger in Anna's rear.
"Ah!" Anna latched her mouth to Elsa's neck to stifle any more cries, sucking on the skin as Elsa kept moving her fingers. She didn't retract the one from Anna's moist sex, but mainly kept goading the other orifice, completely captivated by her sister's reactions. It didn't take long for Anna to continue with the subtle thrusts and whines now that they were no longer playing and she practically let out a muffled squeal when Elsa pushed in at her deepest yet.
"Wow," Elsa breathed, feeling her finger actually beginning to slip inside the tiniest bit. "I've… w-well, heard people say 'fuck my ass', b-but I always presumed it was just… a crude phrase, not something that r-really…"
Anna managed to part from Elsa's neck, ignoring the bright red mark she left behind. "It's really new to me but it feels almost as good as your finger in my lips..."
As she found she was able to push deeper, Elsa asked, "Isn't this something gay men do? Is… it weird that I'm doing it?" Her curiosity was burning, and she couldn't seem to stop herself asking these questions.
"Women do this stuff, too," Anna pointed out, "Not as often as gay men do, I guess; I wouldn't know 'cause I'm… n-not one of them. But women can… enjoy it."
"And it's so tight," Elsa breathed as it slid past the gripping ring of muscle. Licking her lips, she leaned in to kiss Anna's cheek again. "You have an amazing body, Moondrop. Just look what it can do..."
Her sister shivered at her words and pressed her face into Elsa's collar. "I'm nothing special… but you, Snowflake… you are incredible."
When she felt the face against her chest again, combined with Anna's words, she wanted to embrace Anna as tightly as she could. Unfortunately, both of her hands were quite busy. Therefore, she merely began to push her finger back and forth as her other hand began to move again. Anna hissed and her body clenched tightly around the finger instinctively, the younger girl looking lost in the sensations. Elsa still couldn't believe she was doing this, either the separate actions or everything together, but she had to admit… it was definitely stimulating to both of them.
"My beautiful Anna," she encouraged as she sped up both motions. "So sweet…"
Anna peered up at her, locking eyes with Elsa's before throwing her head back and moaning loudly again, the wetness between her legs increasing drastically. This time, Elsa could feel the muscles clamping down on her finger over and over, as if never wanting to let her go. Finished. She slumped for a second time, leaning heavily against Elsa as she panted for breath.
"N-no more," she whimpered.
"O-oh, okay," Elsa said as she withdrew easily from Anna's wet sex, feeling a little regretful. However, when she tried to pull out of the other opening… "W-what- Anna, my finger's stuck!"
That perked Anna up. She stared at her sister in disbelief, "It's stuck?!" She bit her lip and Elsa felt as she tried to relax her muscles. The finger still in her butt must've been sending little jolts of pleasure though because Anna would let out a soft noise with every tug.
"God, you really are into this," Elsa breathed in disbelief, her cheeks heating up even more — as if that were possible. "Turn around a little? Maybe if I… get a better look." Suddenly, she felt impelled to add, "N-not because I want to see! Of course, I'm a little curious what this looks like, sure, but it's- I'm not- I want to try to pull it out without hurting you, that's all!"
"If you were feeling what I'm feeling, you would totally understand why I'm int- ah!" She pouted and an embarrassed flush came to her cheeks as she huffed, "Your finger keeps stroking my… I dunno, my inner wall and it feels good!"
Elsa paused to goggle at her in disbelief, her own cheeks every bit as red as Anna's. "Even after you had two orgasms?! Isn't that supposed to be… you know, the end of it?"
"Just because you orgasm doesn't mean you stop feeling it!" Anna turned as red as her hair. "Think of it like eating chocolate. Even when you - nnhh! - hit that point where you know you can't eat it anymore, if you were to take another bite, it would still be as delicious as always, b-but the downside is it starts to hurt a little from being too full."
"Oh no!" Elsa breathed in surprise. "This is hurting you now? Alright, I'll- hang on."
Kneeling down behind Anna, Elsa reached up with her other hand to brush her own hair out of her face. Only afterward did she remember what was on that hand but it didn't matter; in the moment, she just wanted to make her sister less uncomfortable.
Anna whined loudly. "God, Elsa, just pull out, please!"
"I'm trying!" Then she used her other hand to gently spread Anna's cheeks…
And she felt herself get that much hotter. From that angle, she could see it all; she wasn't sure if it was just the view, or knowing who it belonged to, or the lingering little grunts of half-pleasure, half-discomfort coming from above… but against all her expectations, Elsa liked what she saw. Quite a bit.
"O-okay," she mumbled distractedly. "I'm… c-can you push while I pull? Oh my God, I can't believe I'm saying these things!"
"Is this why people use lube for that area?" she grumbled, then let out a soft sigh before bracing herself. "So they don't… get stuck like this!"
"What's 'lube'?"
Anna choked. "W-What? Seriously?" She bit her lip. "You know what, I'll explain once we get out of the shower and are cuddling on the bed; let's just focus on this first."
Shaking off the information for the moment, Elsa braced herself. "Alright, on three. Ready? One, two… three!" And then she pulled, watching as her finger slowly emerged from the taut skin.
The noise Anna made was one of both relief and loss, the opening clenching and unclenching slightly as it got used to being empty again. Elsa found herself mesmerised… she'd never really looked at one of those before. Shouldn't she be disgusted? That hole didn't exactly have a very noble purpose. On the other hand, it was recently cleaned, and the way the muscles were contracting the skin… it did strange things to her.
"O-Okay," Anna finally panted. "Why don't you… get out for now while I finish myself off?"
"While y- AGAIN?!" But when she saw Anna roll her eyes, she raised the finger and said, "You… mean washing. Right. Let me just, um…"
So Elsa hurriedly used one of the rags to wash her hands as thoroughly as she could before she exited the shower. Really, she didn't think she could handle any more "cleaning" in one night; already, she felt like she was going to explode. And the whole time she towelled off, one question kept running through her mind:
'Did that really just happen?'
To Be Continued…