Chapter thirty

A test

It seemed they had made a good choice, visiting Angel Island before the end of the year. As Punzie reported via text, the park was absolutely packed, with a 60-minute wait for even the teacups. Elsa suggested they go work out that day instead, her on weights and Anna on cardio. As it happened, one of them ended up with a much better view than the other.

Elsa lifted herself on the pull-up bar five times before letting herself drop, completing the set. With each lift, she pulled herself high enough to glance in the mirror, confirming that Anna was still watching from her treadmill. She flashed Anna a grin on one rep, and saw her smiling when she lifted herself up for the next. As motivators go, it was among the best she'd ever had.

By her schedule, this should've been leg day – abduction, adduction, and squats. And she had done each of these in turn, looking at Anna with expressions that made her blush, giggle, or vibrate uncontrollably. But even after she'd done ten sets of each, Anna was still running along, with no signs of slowing down. One by one, Elsa had felt compelled to add more and more workouts to her routine to extend it, until every muscle in her body was screaming in protest.

Elsa was under no delusions that she needed to prove anything to her sister – Anna took every opportunity to tell her how strong she was. In fact, that was precisely why Elsa kept going. Every time she looked in the mirror, if Anna wasn't deliberately making a face for her, her resting expression was of adoration and love. Every time she caught sight of it, it was like her load was ten pounds lighter.

Still, she felt relieved when Anna reached the bottom of her water bottle, and her movements began to slow. Elsa managed a few more pull-ups while Anna was in her cooldown. She strolled towards the treadmills, the serotonin flooding her system momentarily dulling out the pain that would return in full force tomorrow morning.

As Anna watched her approach, she slowed the treadmill down, and at last signs of exhaustion began to enter her body. "Geez, I thought you'd never finish," she said to Elsa, panting.

Elsa arched her eyebrows. "I could say the same thing," she said. "I was only still going because you were."

"So was I," Anna said, checking her pulse with two fingers. Elsa glanced at the timer on her treadmill.

89:25

"Fuck," she said under her breath. "I didn't realize it was that long."

"Guess we could still work on our communication, eh?" Anna said. She was winded, yes, but still doing better at ninety minutes than Elsa would've done at fifteen. "And here I was, thinking we were gonna switch off afterwards."

Elsa blinked. "Switch off?" she said, looking at the treadmill as if it were a coiled snake. "You mean, you lift, I run?"

"Yeah," Anna said, hopping off the treadmill. "I could stand to bulk up just a little. And you could use some cardio."

Elsa's knees wobbled, out of weakness rather than fear. "You should've told me that before I did squats."

"Well, yeah," Anna said matter-of-factly, "but then you might not have done them."

Elsa chuckled as she turned towards the locker room, sticking her derriere out in Anna's direction. "I see your point."

xxxxxxx

They tried Elsa's bed that night. It didn't really work out.

Anna had only gotten her current bed a couple years back, when Elsa was already in college. Her old one had been pretty long in the tooth, and she'd asked for a double to make room for her tossing and turning. Elsa probably could've gotten a bigger one herself, if she'd asked, but at that time, she hadn't been inclined to think she'd need one. After all, there was only one of her, right?

Anna banged her elbow on the wall as she lifted her shirt over her head. "Ah!" she hissed, clutching her arm.

"Ouch," Elsa said sympathetically, already down to her underwear on the bed. "Hit your funny bone?"

Anna nodded, tossing the shirt away.

"I know," Elsa said, scooting to the side. "You lie down, and I'll take care of the undressing for you."

"Fine by me," Anna said. She leaned against the wall, allowing Elsa a free range of movement. But it turned out to be a bit too free – Elsa scooted too far and fell off the side of the bed.

"Elsa!" Anna cried out. She peered over the edge of the bed, looking at Elsa with concern. "Are you okay?" she asked.

By way of an answer, Elsa reached her arm up and grabbed Anna, dragging her down. She yelped as she fell, landing on top of Elsa once again.

"Told you," Elsa said.

"Huh?"

"I told you my bed was too small for both of us," Elsa said. "And you said…"

Anna sighed, remembering. "I said it'd be okay, we could just sleep on top of each other." She blushed a little. "I thought it would sound sexy."

"And it did," Elsa said. "But sounding sexy doesn't make my bed any bigger."

Anna chuckled. "Guess not. So, off to my room, then?"

She moved to get up, but Elsa was still holding onto her. "Not so fast," she said. With her other hand, she reached onto the bed and grabbed a fistful of blankets. She yanked them down, and they fell around the two of them. A few corrective tugs, and soon they were both totally enshrouded.

"Remember when we used to do this?" Elsa asked. "We'd take the blankets and pillows from both our beds and make a huge blanket fort."

"I do remember that," Anna said, looking around at the cocoon of blankets around them, through which only a hint of light penetrated. "But back then, we were a little more-"

She did a double take. While she had been looking around, Elsa had silently slipped out of her few remaining garments. "…Okay, a lot more clothed," she amended.

"I got hot," Elsa said in a sultry voice.

Anna looked her up and down. "You sure did."

A pillow had gotten tangled up in the blankets, and Anna now rested her head on it. Per Elsa's instructions, she merely lay there as Elsa stripped her bare. It was a very different feeling, to have Elsa's naked body moving across her still mostly clothed body, but weighing the benefits and drawbacks, having them both be naked was far more desirable.

"Say, Anna," Elsa said, dragging Anna's panties down her leg with one finger. "Have your ever heard of 'rounding the bases'? Like, in a sexual way?"

Anna tried to assume as thoughtful of an expression as she could while Elsa's hands gently caressed her. "I don't think so," she said.

"It's just a euphemism for how far you and your date get," Elsa explained. "Not everyone agrees on exactly what they mean, but first base means kissing, and home plate means all the way."

"With you so far," Anna said.

"Well, by my count, we skipped from second base to home plate last night," Elsa said. "And I was thinking, tonight I'd like to show you third base."

Anna nodded. "I'm game," she said.

Elsa's eyebrows arched. "So eager," she mused. "You don't even want to ask what it is first?"

"I trust you," Anna said. "As long as it's not whips or anything, I'm willing to do anything with you."

Elsa smiled. "Thanks," she said. Her smile turned wicked, and she held up two fingers. "I'd hold onto something, if I were you."

"Why would I-"

Elsa's fingers plunged downward, and Anna figured out where they were headed a second before they got there.

"Ah!" she gasped, gripping the blankets around her. She had expected a bit of foreplay, but Elsa's fingers went deep immediately, straight to the point, no beating around the-

Her train of thought was jostled again as, within seconds, Elsa located her most sensitive spot. She arched her back, and Elsa grabbed onto her backside with her free hand, as if to stabilize herself. She deftly thrust her fingers in and out, rapidly stimulating her. Anna felt her orgasm building faster than she could've expected.

She's better at getting me off than I am.

That was one of few coherent thoughts that managed to make its way through Anna's brain before she came once again. She cried out in pleasure, then her body slacked.

Elsa's smirk was one of the first things that came into focus for her afterwards. "You know, you don't have to shout, I'm right here," she said.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Anna said. "Am I-"

"Kidding, kidding," Elsa said, playfully tapping her on the nose. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing you scream."

She leaned forward and rolled to the side, lying down next to Anna. Anna passed her the pillow, which she accepted. "You…you've got some magic fingers, you know that?" Anna said, gazing at her adoringly.

Elsa chuckled. "Well, I'm flattered," she said, "but magic this ain't. It's the same as doing it to yourself, just backwards." She looked at her fingers, flexing them one at a time and wincing. "Add that hand to the list of muscles that's gonna be sore tomorrow," she said.

"Well, I'd say it was a worthy sacrifice," Anna said. Elsa stuck her tongue out at her. Anna fell onto her back, looking up at the blanket canopy above her. "So, that's third base, huh?"

"It is," Elsa said. "What'd you think of it?"

"I think it's great," Anna said. "The only problem is that it seems…asymmetric."

"It is," Elsa agreed. "Unless your partner is kind enough to…what's the word? Reciprocate."

"Yeah, I guess," Anna said.

A second of silence passed. She glanced over at Elsa, who was looking right at her expectantly. She ran the conversation through her head again, this time picking up the double meaning perfectly. "Oh," she said, blanching.

"Feeling up for it?" Elsa asked.

"Uh, I guess so – yes, of course," Anna stammered. "But…I'm not sure if I'll be quite as good as you were."

Elsa chuckled. "You don't have to be. Just do your best. It's you, so I know I'll love it."

"Right, okay," Anna said. She pushed herself to her hands and knees, then stepped over so that she was straddling Elsa. Their body heat had warmed up the small enclosure of blankets, but that wasn't why she was sweating.

"Relax," Elsa said soothingly. "You'll do great. It's just like doing it to yourself, remember."

"Right, right," Anna said, "just like my homework." Then realization dawned on her. "Oh," she said again.

Elsa grinned. "Now you see why I called it homework, don't you?" she said mischievously. Anna nodded. "What good is homework if you don't get tested on it later?"

Anna swallowed. She looked at her hand, fingers trying to find a middle ground between Elsa's technique and her preferred style. She found a solution she felt comfortable with, then looked down at Elsa.

Her older sister waited, patiently but urgently. Her whole body was taut with anticipation, her hands gripping the blankets and her toes curled. There wasn't much room in the enclosure for her to spread her legs, but she did so as far as she could. Anna once again marveled at Elsa's muscular body, on full display for her to see. Her nervousness fell into the background, subsumed by lust.

She smiled. "Well, don't you know, Teach," she said, slipping her fingers into Elsa, "I'd do anything for an A…"