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Anna’s cheeks were mildly flushed from wine as she tilted her head to the side. “Elsa,” she said, “you mean you’ve never…” She paused and her cheeks flushed a deeper red as she smiled very awkwardly. “never, um, touched yourself?”
Another long pause, this one punctuated by a deepening heat across Elsa’s cheeks.
“That way?” Anna added unnecessarily.
Elsa wasn’t certain whether she wanted to hide her face behind her hand or take another draught of wine. She decided to do both, shading her eyes behind one hand as she lifted the glass to her lips with the other. How she and Anna managed to find themselves on such an intimate topic of conversation eluded her, but Elsa was quite certain that she was not yet drunk enough to tolerate it.
The silence stretched as she continued not to answer, and she took another long sip of wine. She and Anna had decided to relax together and keep drinking after a stressful state dinner, and the topics of conversation had been fairly innocuous for the most part.
“Elsa.” Her sister’s voice had softened. “I’m not judging you. I’d never judge you. And you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” Warm fingertips touched her wrist with a bare minimum of pressure, and Elsa allowed Anna to move her hand away from her face. Her sister smiled gently at her newly-revealed face. “There is no shame in this room,” she said. “We’re sisters.”
Elsa nodded, then looked away. “I know that, Anna…” The blush on her cheeks felt foreign and warm compared to her usual temperature. She cast her eyes around her room and took another sip of wine before mumbling, “and no, I haven’t.”
Dragging her gaze back to the younger woman sitting with her on the bed, Elsa raised an eyebrow. “And you have, I take it?”
Anna shrugged. A faint pink surrounded her freckles. “Well… yeah.” An involuntary smile seemed to tug at the corners of her sister’s lips as she took a sip of wine.
Busying herself with refilling her wine glass, Elsa tried to keep her tone casual, but it mostly sounded strained. “How did you… you know… figure that stuff out?”
Elsa turned back to find Anna looking at her incredulously. “Trial and error?” she said. “I lived a somewhat solitary life, Elsa. After a certain point in time, you know you just…” She waved a hand vaguely as her cheeks grew redder and she started to ramble. “I spent a lot of time alone? What else was I supposed to do?”
A thick smog of awkward filled the room. Elsa took a long sip of wine. Her relationship with Anna had grown steadily more natural as they spent time together in the months since the Great Thaw. Bringing up their long time of isolation, however, was still an uncertain topic.
“Sorry,” Elsa murmured.
Anna smacked her palm into her face. “No, Elsa. Not your fault. It’s fine, I’m fine, you’re fine.” She shrugged and laughed awkwardly. “And besides, time alone meant I got really good at masturbating, so that’s just fine.”
Elsa decided to embrace their return to the previous topic, no matter how awkward. “Good to know you’ve applied yourself toward learning some useful skills, I suppose.” She winked.
Anna sputtered. “I’ve learned plenty of useful skills. The real question is how did you not. You’re older than me. Surely you had… you know, urges and stuff.”
Elsa finished her glass of wine and set it down on her bedside table. “Well, since we’re being honest… yes.” She started to fiddle with her braid. “I’d done plenty of reading that had explained or referenced, um, the emerging sexual proclivities of adolescence. I started to notice my own inclinations when I was fifteen or so?”
“And you didn’t act on them? Explore your own body?” Anna tilted her head. “No imagining, ahem, scenarios?”
Elsa grabbed a pillow and hugged it close. Anna was safe, but it was still so strange to be discussing such a topic. “They weren’t particularly strongurges,” she confessed. “or especially frequent.” She shrugged. “I was too anxious about my powers to indulge in letting go of inhibitions or even to touch my body much, really.”
Anna leaned forward and squeezed her knee. “I’m sorry, Elsa. Funnily enough, loving yourself might have helped in that regard.” She smiled crookedly. “That would have been a great conversation with our parents.”
She sat up straight and began to speak in a passable impression of Elsa. “Mother, Father, I have come into the mastery of my powers through loving myself. That is to say, via the sacred practice of masturbation.”
Elsa burst into a fit of highly un-ladylike laughter as she clutched the pillow closer. “Anna, I would have sooner died than have said anything like that to our parents.”
“But anyway, imagine if that had helped?” Anna returned to her normal voice. “Wouldn’t that have been kind of funny?” Anna gazed at her for a response, but she just shook her head. “Okay, not funny, but certainly interesting!” She paused, and then a strange expression came over Anna’s face and she raised a hand to her mouth.
Waiting for her sister to speak, Elsa watched a fierce blush overtake her sister’s face, even creeping down her neck somewhat. She nudged Anna with her foot. “What is it?”
Anna shook her head and took a big sip of wine.
Elsa huffed. “Anna, tell me what it is. This conversation is already quite candid. You might as well.”
“Well…” her sister bit her lip. “I was just thinking, um, that your powers have really intriguing possibilities for, ah, sexual use.”
Burying her face in the pillow she held, Elsa mumbled, “The thought crossed my mind once or twice in the past couple months, now that I’m more put together.” A warm blush crossed her face. “And the, uhm, urges have been strong too. More frequent.” She reluctantly pulled the pillow down so she could see her sister’s reaction.
Anna looked relieved that her suggestion for Elsa’s’s magic hadn’t been too perverse as she tilted her head to the side. “Well, you could try now. Nobody is stopping you, and I know you don’t care about religious issues because you didn’t bring them up when I said that I did.”
“I don’t even know where I would start if I wanted to use my powers to… augment the experience” Elsa said. “I don’t even know how to use my hands in general.
After finishing her glass of wine, Anna seemed pensive as she set it on the table. “Well,” she said, smiling slightly at Elsa. “If you wanted, I could teach you.”
Elsa blinked at her. Anna blinked back, her smile pulling to the side awkwardly as both sisters’ faces discovered new shades of crimson blushes.
It was Anna who looked away first, smile dissolving into embarrassment as she tucked her loose hair behind one ear. “I-I’m sorry, Elsa.” With every word she her shoulders seemed to fold in on themselves. “Um, that was out of line. I don’t know what I was thinking, I j-just, um. I’ve been drinking an—”
“No!” Elsa leaned forward seized Anna’s upper arms to pull her into a tight hug. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I didn’t say anything. Please don’t feel bad!” The pillow she’d been holding was smooshed between them, and Elsa’s legs had bent at a somewhat awkward angle, but she didn’t let go as she stroked her sister’s hair.
Strong arms hugged her back. “Don’t you go feeling bad too! I just thought, I don’t know, if you were nervous about it, I could help you or something.”
Elsa squeezed Anna one last time before pulling back. “I understand. It was just… unexpected.” But not necessarily unwanted? She got the sense that this sort of thing wasn’t the most… typical activity between sisters, but she and Anna weren’t the most typical sisters.
She shrugged. “And I am kind of anxious about this, but it would be, um, nice. To… you know. Take the edge off.” Elsa glanced away as she recalled how frustrating it had become in the last several months, an itch she couldn’t scratch. “I… Guidance, guidance might be nice,” she mumbled.
“Okay,” Anna said. She smiled, then looked awkward. “Um, did you want to do this, um, now?”
Shifting her hips, Elsa became resigned to a permanent blush for the remainder of the night. “If that’s okay with you…?” If she were honest with herself, the discussion about touching herself had triggered… a certain desire to do so. It manifested itself in an awareness of how her nightshirt brushed against her breasts and pinpricks of feeling that compelled her to notice the space between her legs. Elsa adjusted the set of her hips and resisted the urge to press herself harder against the bedsheets, or to press the pillow between her legs.
“Elsa?” Anna tilted her head. “Did you hear me?”
“Huh? I’m so sorry, did you say something?” Elsa brought a hand to her mouth. She hadn’t even noticed her sister had started talking.
To her shame, Anna’s lips twitched into a mild smirk. “I said now was fine.” She uncrossed her legs and started to move toward Elsa. “But you seemed to be… distracted?”
Elsa drew her knees to her chest, hiding behind her pillow, and nodded. Her thighs tightened the pressure… down there, with the movement and it felt… nice.
“Okay, well, there’s not much you can do from that position, Elsa. Let’s start slow. You can start to uncurl yourself, and I want you to think back. Do you have any fantasies? Anything sexual you’ve thought of that sounds really nice in your head?” From the smile that accompanied the lift in Anna’s tone with the word “really,” Elsa had no doubt that her sister was speaking from experience.
She began to uncurl from around the pillow as Anna kept speaking. “An image or scenario that, you know, gets you kind of…” she trailed off and rolled her hips around for a moment. “In the mood. Needy.”
Elsa kept holding onto the pillow, but looser than before. “Nothing… really concrete. I’ve spent so much time trying not to think of anything that might lead to, um, wanting to touch myself.” Or grind her herself against the firm wood of her bedframe, like she wanted to at that moment.
“Anything you’d like to think of now?”
“Nothing in particular?”
Anna shrugged. “Okay, no big. I tend to prefer thinking about specific scenarios, but maybe you’re just the kind of person who wants to focus on the moment and their body. That’s cool too.” She stopped and snorted lightly. “Ha, cool. Anyway, so… you’ve never touched your breasts?”
Elsa rolled her eyes. “Of course I have, Anna. I get dressed and bathe on my own, don’t I?”
“I mean sexually.” Anna stuck her tongue out. “Like, have you ever just touched yourself to feel it. To… you know, just rub your hands over your curves and just enjoyed the feeling. Brushed your nipples, felt them harden.” Toward the end of her speech, Elsa noticed her sister start to blush somewhat as she looked away.
“I… haven’t,” she admitted. From how Anna talked about it, the idea sounded… nice.
Her sister smiled encouragingly. “Why don’t you give it a try. Leave your shirt on for now.”
Slowly, Elsa pulled an arm away from around the pillow and moved her hand to her chest to cup one breast. The fabric of her nightshirt felt very thin, and she could feel the bump of her nipple, half-hard, press against her palm. Experimentally, she began to lightly rub her hand against her breast. She drew a sharp breath as the spaces between her fingers alternated in a pleasant sensation against her nipple. Between her legs, the urges seemed to be simultaneously placated and exacerbated. She left the pillow in her lap and drew her other hand up to her chest as she leaned her head back against her headboard. Eyes half-lidded, she alternated with different pressures and touches, loving how, even through her shirt, she could still feel the edge of her nails as she dragged them over her nipples.
“Not so hard, eh?” Anna’s voice was soft to her right, and she looked up to see that her sister had moved to sit next to her, pillows propped behind her back as she leaned against the headboard.
Elsa shook her head as she instinctively pulled her hands away from her breasts and clasped them on top of the pillow in her lap.
“Hey, hey, don’t stop,” Anna said. “You were doing a great job, Elsa. You really seemed to be enjoying yourself.”
She smiled, and Elsa smiled back. “It… it was nice,” Elsa said, slowly returning her hands to their previous activity. “And, oh god, Anna… This is just so nice to, to—” She pinched her nipples hard and a pleasant shiver rolled down her spine. “Just to let go.”
“Good job, Elsa,” Anna said. “You’re doing really well.”
The comment made her hips clench in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Something about the affirmation felt warm and wonderful. She pressed her hands closer to her skin and rolled the hard tip of her nipples between her fingers.
Beside her, she felt Anna shift. “You’ll be able to feel it better if you take your shirt off,” she said.
“I… was thinking that might be nice,” she admitted. Elsa blushed as she moved her hands from her chest to the hem of her nightdress. She’d been naked around her sister before, but she felt somewhat self-conscious about Anna sitting beside her fully clothed.
She cleared her throat. “Uhm, would you maybe… I mean.” She looked away and tugged her nightdress down. “You… I guess it’s just…” Bright red, she gestured to Anna’s nightdress and then to her own and shot her sister a pleading look.
Anna looked at her blankly before she blinked suddenly and blushed. “Oh, would you be more comfortable if I took off my nightdress too?”
Elsa nodded gratefully. “If, if that wouldn’t be strange?”
“No, it’s fine, Elsa. I understand.” Anna shifted her hips to get the bottom of her nightdress out from under her butt. “And besides, we’ve already established that we’re beyond being strange with one another.” She pulled her nightdress off and dropped it on the bed beside her. Even with just the briefest glance before she looked away, Elsa could tell that Anna’s nipples seemed to have perked up as well.
As she pulled off her own nightdress, she took a deep breath. “Anna… you could, um, touch yourself too, if you wanted.” She folded the garment and distinctly did not look at her sister.
“That wouldn’t be too weird?” A glance revealed that Anna was blushing faintly with her arms crossed on her chest.
Elsa laughed lightly. “We’re beyond weird. And…” she shrugged. “I might feel less awkward if you were doing something too. It’s a little weird if you’re just sitting there, sort of watching me.” Feeling a moment of boldness, she teased, “And from the state of your chest, you don’t seem like you’d mind joining me.”
“Maybe not,” Anna smiled awkwardly and rolled her shoulders. “So, tell me how it feels to touch your chest without a shirt in the way.”
As nice as their conversation was, Elsa nearly groaned with relief as she returned her attention and hands to her body. Trailing her fingertips up from the waistband of her underwear to the edge of her ribcage, Elsa shivered. She’d never before considered the inherent sensuality of her own body. Touching the curve of her hips, she felt… sexy. Sure, she’d caught wind of other’s opinions of her, but… Elsa finally returned her hands to her breasts and shivered. Hearing it was so different from feeling it, feeling herself.
“My fingertips are cold,” she murmured, remembering Anna’s request. “I usually think of my skin as being all the same, but my breast feels so warm.” She lightly dragged each fingertip over the tip of her nipple and noticed how the ridges of her finger seemed to catch on the slightly bumpy surface.
“Good job, Elsa,” Anna said, voice slightly higher than before.
Elsa felt her touches grow more needy. This felt so amazing, but the urges centered between her legs had only grown more insistent. She rolled her nipples between her fingers and felt a small noise catch in her throat. “Before this,” she breathed, “I would have thought feeling this good would have been enough, completely fulfilling.” On a whim, she dragged her nails across her breasts and shuddered. There had been a mild edge of pain to the sensation, but it had been not entirely unpleasant. “And… I just feel like I need more.”
“Mmmn, that’s completely normal, Elsa,” Anna murmurred. “You said you fingertips felt cold, right?”
She nodded, somewhat distracted, before realizing that Anna probably wasn’t looking at her. “Yes,” she added. “It’s… nice. I’m not using my powers, and I don’t think tonight’s a good night to try it out, but… the idea is tempting.”
“Lick your fingertips,” Anna instructed. “Then touch yourself again.”
Elsa glanced over, slightly self-conscious as she licked the tips of her fingers. Even that action felt erotic in this context. Anna, who looked rather happy with a contented smile on her face, just winked at her.
Tentatively, Elsa touched a wet fingertip to one nipple. The cold from her fingers translated instantly, and she groaned as she resumed the enthusiasm of her previous touches. An unconscious, chill breeze swept through the room and over Elsa’s nipples. She moaned lightly and shivered against the sensation.
Shifting beside her, Anna seemed to have shivered as well. “Did you mean for that to happen?” She asked, looking over.
Elsa blushed, shifting her hips. She felt distinctly… wet, down there. “N-no. I’m sorry about that. I’ll try to keep it reigned in.”
“No, no,” Anna said, blushing. “It actually kind of felt, um, nice.” Elsa glanced down before she could help herself. Her sister’s nipples looked rather like her own, somewhat wet. And, she now knew, a bit more sensitive to temperature changes. “You’re not using your powers tonight, but… if you were to have another accident like that, I won’t complain.” She smiled. “You’re doing great, Elsa. Relax and enjoy yourself.”
“T-thank you,” Elsa said.
Anna smiled. “You seem pretty needy. Do you want to slip off your underwear?”
“Yes please.” She tried to deny that her tone was somewhat pleading.
Her sister’s hands slipped down to pull her own off. “Go for it then. I’ll give you some instructions as you go.”
Elsa nodded as she pulled her own off her hips and down her legs. “O-okay.” She set the undergarment with her nightgown and blushed when she noticed a damp spot on them.
“Okay, why don’t you watch me and see if you can just mimic what I’m doing at first,” Anna said, smiling. “Everyone’s a little different, but you’ll figure out exactly how you like to be touched soon enough.”
She mimicked her sister as Anna moved her right hand between her legs. “I like to use my pointer and ring finger to hold my lips apart,” she said. Elsa went to do the same motion with her right hand, then swapped to her left after half a moment.
“Then I move my middle finger over my entrance,” Anna continued, “before I start touching my clitoris.” She shifted her hips up so Elsa could see what she was doing.
Instantly, she looked away, as red as the patch of hair under her sister’s palm. “I know where everything is, Anna!” she squeaked.
Already engaged in touching herself, Anna just smiled lazily at her, eyes half-closed. “Relax and just do it, Elsa. You could try pushing a finger inside yourself later, if you wanted, but for now go and make friends with your clit.”
Reaching down, she parted her lips and brushed a finger over her entrance. Elsa blushed. She was distinctly wet and slippery. Moving her finger up, she found a small nub and lightly brushed her finger over it.
A sharp sensation of pleasure resulted and she gasped.
“Try out different motions and see what feels good,” Anna instructed. “Small circles, or just back and forth. Try different sides. Just get to know yourself, Elsa.”
“O-okay,” she breathed, already attempting what her sister had told her. “This feels, ah, r-rreally nice, Anna.”
Her sister pressed a light kiss on her bare shoulder. “You’re doing a great job, Elsa.”
“Mmmmmn,” Elsa moaned, moving her fingers faster as she figured outjust what angle felt good, so good. Her hips bucked against her hand, and she found that her breathing had become rather heavy.
A chill breeze swept through the room and Elsa arched her back as she gasped in unison with Anna. “S-sorry,” she breathed, desperately trying to move her fingers faster. She slipped a finger down to borrow moisture from her entrance so her clit was a bit more slippery. Inside, she felt something building, a tension and an intense need.
“A-anna,” she murmured, “I f-feel… this p-pressure.”
Her sister sounded distinctly distracted as she answered, “That’s good. You’re doing really well, Elsa. Keep doing what you’re doing.”
As she did so, Elsa glanced over and noticed that her sister seemed toreally be enjoying herself. “A-are you, A-anna, g-going to…?”
“Mmmmm,” Anna groaned lightly. “W-waiting for you, sis. Don’t want to leave you behind.”
A handful of snowflakes drifted down from the ceiling. Each one that landed on her warm skin felt like a cool kiss as Elsa continued to touch herself. She rolled onto her side slightly, facing Anna more, as her hips bucked, and she moved her other hand back to fondle her breasts again.
Then Anna leaned their foreheads together and her spare hand clutched at Elsa’s shoulder. “You’re a wonderful student, Elsa,” she half groaned.
Something about her sister’s close presence as they pleasured themselves was fantastically arousing and Elsa found her moans were coming faster with less time between them. Anna’s heavy breathes and soft noises mingled with her own, and as Elsa’s slicked fingers continued their rhythm, she felt something inside her shift closer to the edge.
“A-anna, I thin—”
Her sister’s nails dug into her shoulder, almost painfully, and she almost screamed with pleasure as she buried her face against Anna’s shoulder as she came, biting down hard.
“Ah, fuck, E-elsa?”
Anna’s arm tightened around her, pulling their bodies closer as Elsa felt her sister shudder against her, quietly gasping against her shoulder, then go still.
Still breathing heavily, Elsa pulled her slick hand out from between her legs as she felt the tension and ability to move begin to drain from her body. With monumental effort, she pulled her face away from her sister’s shoulder and noticed a red bite mark there.
The sight of it was faintly arousing and a half-smile pushed its way to her lips, but she felt far too drained to act on the inclination. Anna seemed to be going through a similar process of coming down from her high point.
“You did so great, Elsa,” Anna murmured, running a hand through Elsa’s hair as she lay flat on her back.
Without quite meaning to, she found her head resting on the space between Anna’s shoulder and breast with her sister’s arm loosely draped around her. She’d never realized just how cozy a pillow her sister made. Elsa laid her arm over Anna’s bare stomach.
Her mind started to clear slightly as she began to drift off to sleep, and Elsa processed that falling asleep naked with her sister might possibly be a step farther than what they’d agreed to beforehand. A blush halfheartedly colored her cheeks as she recalled the… intense last few moments of their engagement together.
“A-anna?” she asked quietly.
“Mmmn?” Anna didn’t even sound properly awake.
“Is… is this weird?” She squeezed Anna’s hip so she’d know she was referencing their proximity. Quieter, she added, “Was, um, that too strange?”
A half-laugh lifted Anna’s chest and bumped Elsa’s head. “Let it go, Els,” she mumbled. “We’re past strange with one another, remember.” A lazy hand rubbed Elsa’s bare back for a moment. “And if it’s weird, we can deal in the morning. For now, just sleep.”
So she did. Anna’s directions hadn’t led her wrong all evening.