Her mind focused on an image of her sister as her hands did the physical work. Any weirdness in the subject matter of her fantasy was lost on Elsa, it didn’t even cross her mind. Elise was beautiful, she was graceful, she was giving. The bottle penetrated, her fingers danced. As the bottle slid inside, her pussy gripped onto it. As it withdrew, her muscles relaxed.
Elsa felt it start first in her toes, a numb prickling that moved up her slender legs. Her midsection grew warmer, a fervid and passionate heat bubbling up within her, and on one more push of the bottle she let it remain buried inside. Elsa folded over slightly at her flat stomach, holding the bottle inside of her pussy, and mashing her fingers against her clit weightily. Her mouth fell agape and her thighs clenched together, her body wobbling there in the shower as she tried to remain upright.
“Augh,” she vocalized reflexively, the moan coming from deep down in her belly. Elsa’s eyes squinted shut as the currents of energy moved through her, taking control over her body for that short, beautiful expanse of time as only an orgasm could. Taking her fingers off her clit, she pushed her palm against the shower wall to brace herself, her leg still propped up on the tub lip and her other hand still holding the shampoo bottle inside of her. Her pussy felt puffy, aching, and a single strand of her gooey wetness dripped down from her lips and haphazardly landed on the side of her inner thigh.
Elsa’s body juddered forward a couple more times, her legs getting squirmy, until the gratifying feelings of coming gently flitted away. As she began to return to rationality, she slowly eased the shampoo bottle out of her hole, feeling it depart her an inch at a time. She brought the bottle up to the stream of water from the showerhead and washed off her pussy’s moisture from it, rubbing her hands over the plastic to make sure it was completely free of her lusty juices. Once she was sure it was clean, she returned it to the shelf.
She took a deep breath now and once again held herself up with a hand against the shower wall. Elsa loved pleasuring herself in the shower. It was one of her favorite past-times. Looking down between her thighs, Elsa gave her sensitive pussy a few compassionate rubs. It continued to throb with desire, phantom penetrations still apparent within it as Elsa continued to come down.
After a long contented sigh, Elsa opened her eyes and let a smile fall over her face. She fluffed her wet hair up a couple of times and rinsed herself off once more under the showerhead, twirling around happily as though she were dancing. Thinking that her sister may have judged her shower to be too long, Elsa unceremoniously turned the water off, squeezed her hair out, and then stepped out of the shower.
She felt invigorated.
*
Elsa and Elise came running together around the corner of the park, both girls slightly red in the cheeks from the exertion, sweat painting their brows and glistening on their skin. Although they were both pale, the sun had highlighted their light bodies with a kiss of redness and sporadic freckles. Both in short running shorts and tank tops, they huffed as they ran, and as they came upon spot of shade they slowed down to a restful stop.
“How many miles was that?” asked Elsa, bending over and resting her hands on her bare thighs. She looked upwards at Elise and smiled tiredly.
“Five,” said Elise, looking down to her watch. “Not bad.”
“Can we call that a workout?” said Elsa with pleading look on her face. She was spent and not used to running the sort of distances her stepsister often ran.
“That’ll do,” said Elise. “C’mon. Let’s go lay out and chill for a few.”
“Okay,” said Elsa nodding.
The girls slowly sauntered over to a spot in the grass, near the park tennis courts, a tall maple tree shielding them from the hot sun above. Elsa plopped down onto the grass immediately and laid back, spreading her thin legs wide, her arms out, and pulling her tank top up to allow the sweaty skin of her stomach a chance to dry off. Elise, meanwhile, stretched out in a lunge, her tight black spandex running shorts riding up high and looking more like a pair of boy short knickers. Her legs her long and lithe, skinny but with the calves of a runner.
Elsa looked up and watched Elise stretch, smiling at her, a lazy contented curl on her lips. As she went through her stretching routine, Elise caught Elsa looking at her and stuck her tongue out teasingly.
“Thanks for keeping a slower pace,” said Elsa, reaching her hand out and lightly grazing Elise’s ankle.
“No problem,” said Elise, finishing her stretching and sitting down cross-legged next to her stepsister.
“It’s so awesome that you get to come out here and run in the middle of a week day,” said Elsa, admiring Elise. “I want a job like yours.”
“It’s a lot of work being a freelancer,” said Elise. “You’ve got a ways to go. Why don’t you focus on getting any job first,” she said with a smile. “Baby steps.”
“I’ve got an interview at this bar tomorrow,” said Elsa, looking up toward the sky in reverie. “I know this girl who works there.”
“That’s good,” said Elise. “Anything works right now.”
“Yeah,” said Elsa nodding.
“Hey,” said Elise, smacking Elsa lightly on the thigh. “You sure kept up with me, though. I didn’t really slow my pace that much.”
“Really?” said Elsa, beaming slightly at her sister’s approval.
“Really,” said Elise.
“Thanks,” said Elsa. She turned her head on the ground, pointing her gaze at Elise. She was beautiful, stunning really, sitting there on the grass in her running outfit. Elsa could see Elise’s nipples poking out from behind her tank top and those little black running shorts were ridding so high that her creamy white thighs were in full view. Elise could definitely be a model, Elsa thought to herself.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” Elsa said, resting her small hand on Elise’s ankle and stroking it softly.
“No,” said Elise. “Not right now. I think I’ve been focusing too hard on my career,” she said with a listless sigh.
“What is it like to be with a girl?” asked Elsa. She could feel Elise’s sweat on her fingers as she caressed her leg.
“It’s nice,” said Elise, laughing softly now. “I don’t know. Women are just different. The women I date, at least,” she said, now looking off into the distance. “It’s a lot more fun than having a guy try to shoot his dick off in your face,” Elise said with a conniving grin on her face, reaching over and pinching Elsa’s exposed stomach. This caused Elsa to laugh and she squirmed where she lay, batting at Elise’s hand.
“Stop!” giggled Elsa, which prompted Elise to tease even more, pinching Elsa’s side now but barely able to grab any flesh as Elsa was so slim. Still she persisted, teasing her sister as Elsa writhed and wriggled, laughing and swatting.
“Okay, okay,” said Elise, pulling her hand back and smirking at Elsa. Elsa continued to titter gently, the tickles gradually leaving her.
“Maybe I’m a lesbian, too,” said Elsa, a confused and ponderous look washing over her face. As she admitted this, Elise looked to her and made a goofy face.
“Are you trying to copy me?” said Elise jokingly.
“No!” said Elsa quickly. “I just… I’ve been thinking about it lately.”
“Well, I think you’d know,” said Elise.
“Maybe,” said Elsa wistfully. Elise looked down at her sister, rolled her eyes, and softly kissed her on the forehead. Elsa could feel the wetness of Elise’s lips linger on her skin for a moment and then slowly evaporate.
“You’ve got a pretty confusing life right now, dear,” said Elise, stroking her hand over Elsa’s hair, pulled tightly back and woven into a single braid. “My advice is to not fight whatever life hands you. Just accept it and live it. You can’t really control the universe, so it’s silly to even try.”
“I don’t think I understand,” said Elsa.
“Well,” began Elise, then pausing to consider her words. “Things happen. We make decisions that lead to other things, maybe an out
come we wanted, maybe one we didn’t. But everything that happens is something to learn from, not something to be avoided.”
“Okay,” said Elsa nodding, though obviously a bit befuddled.
“You’ve been kicked out of the house because you decided not to go to college,” said Elise. “It sounds negative, it feels negative, but it’s not really negative. It’s just what you need.”
“I think I’m starting to get it,” said Elsa. “And maybe I’ll figure some stuff out by living with you.”
“Maybe,” said Elise with a smile. “But don’t worry about it. Don’t try to control it. Just live it.”
Elsa slowly nodded her head, her stepsister’s words making her brain ponder a little deeper than she was used to. She tried to make sense of what Elise was saying, storing it in her memory to return to later, but at the forefront of her mind was the adoration she felt for Elise. It felt like a strange lust, like she was inexplicably drawn to her stepsister in a way that was more than just friends.
“Stop looking at me so seriously,” said Elise. She spun her leg around and mounted Elsa, reaching out and taking Elsa’s hands in her own, pinning her down to the ground.
“Hey!” exclaimed Elsa, wiggling under the hold of her stepsister. Although she fought the playful aggression, the feeling of having Elise on top of her made her feel lightheaded and anxious. She could feel Elise’s thighs, still slightly sticky from the sweat of their run, tacky against her own thighs. Elsa lightly struggled back and forth against Elise’s grip but made no real effort to knock her stepsister off of her.
“You can do better than that,” said Elise, grinning down at Elsa as she held her down. This goading inspired Elsa and she pushed at Elise with a greater force, causing Elise to roll over to the side. Elsa came with her on the roll, their positions changing now as Elsa lay on top of Elise, stomachs pushed together, face to face.
The girls smiled sweetly at each other, Elsa continuing to hold her stepsister down against the grass. Suddenly, Elsa moved her face in closer and tenderly pressed her lips up to Elise’s, initiating a slow and unexpected kiss.
Elise, caught in the moment herself, returned Elsa’s kiss, their lips delicately moving against one another’s. While they had both started tense in their little play brawl, both girls’ bodies had slackened and relaxed, melting in to the sudden show of affection. Elsa felt her heartbeat growing faster, her limbs tingling as she lay atop her stepsister, their kiss light and romantic and exciting.
“No,” said Elise, pulling back abruptly. She looked up at Elsa with a concerned and almost scared look in her eyes. “Elsa,” she said, shaking her head in confusion. “No, that’s just… we can’t…”
“I’m sorry,” said Elsa bashfully, rolling off of Elise now and quickly standing up. She felt embarrassed, wrong, like she had just made the craziest of mistakes. “I didn’t mean to do that,” she said. “It just happened.”
Elise quickly popped up from the ground and looked at Elsa. While Elise’s demeanor was normally cool and relaxed, that had changed into something else completely. Her face appeared worried and scared.
“We’re stepsisters,” said Elise quietly.
“I know,” said Elsa sheepishly.
“It’s wrong,” added Elise, still visibly shaken.
“We’re not blood related,” said Elsa, trying to rationalize her actions.
“As far as we know,” countered Elise. “Look at us, Elsa. We look almost exactly the same.”
“We do,” agreed Elsa, her shoulders slack as though she had been defeated.
“Oh Elsa,” chastised Elise, placing her hand on her forehead and turning away from her stepsister.
“I thought you said don’t try to control it,” said Elsa, looking up and trying to console Elise. “You said to let life happen.”
“I know I did,” said Elise, turning back toward Elsa to address her. “But I… I don’t know,” she said.
“I’m sorry,” said Elsa again, thinking it best to just shut up.
“Let’s go back home,” said Elise, beginning to walk back toward the sidewalk and motioning her sister to follow.
“Okay,” said Elsa, trotting behind Elise. Although she knew what she did was wrong, Elsa couldn’t help but dwell on that moment the two of them had, lips locked in a tender kiss. Elise was obviously enjoying it in the moment, that much Elsa knew. She could feel the excitement of it rustling through her veins and she could sense a soft quiver between her legs. Elsa knew she had stumbled onto something and it was a total rush.
*
Elsa took her and Elise’s dirty plates into the kitchen and slid them into the sink while Elise trailed behind her. Flipping on the faucet, Elsa began hand-washing the dishes as Elise approached the refrigerator and took a water pitcher from inside along with a glass from the drying rack on the counter. Elise sauntered over to the kitchen table, sat down and poured herself a glass of water as Elsa continued doing the dishes.
“That TV show is so weird,” Elsa said over the gush of water from the faucet. “I just don’t trust that guy.”
“Yogi Caleb?” said Elise after sipping from her glass and setting it down on the table. “Yeah, he does seem like a bit of a phony.”
“Yeah,” mused Elsa, drifting off into the dishes.
“Hey,” said Elise. “We need to talk about earlier.”
“Huh?” said Elsa. “Oh, yeah, okay.”
“What were you doing?” said Elise. “I mean, it was just so… I don’t know… confusing,” she said, rolling her water glass around in her palms.
“I’m sorry, Sis,” said Elsa. “It just felt right.” Elsa finished with washing their dinner dishes and placed the last one on the drying rack. She wiped her hands off on a dish towel and then made her way over to the table and leaned up against the back of a chair.
“You know we’re stepsisters, right?” said Elise. “Don’t you think it’s a little weird?”
“Yeah,” said Elsa absently. “But it’s not like we grew up together, it’s not like we’re actually related.”
“It’s still… peculiar,” said Elise. “You know what I mean?”
“You enjoyed it for a moment,” said Elsa. “I could tell.”
“That’s not the point,” said Elise.
“I just feel really close to you,” said Elsa. “Is that wrong?”
“No,” said Elise. “That’s not wrong.”
“So maybe we could just… experiment,” said Elsa nervously. “Maybe you could help me.”
“Elsa,” said Elise, shaking her head. Elsa trotted over to the other side of the table where Elise sat and came up behind her. She softly threaded her arms over Elise’s shoulders and embraced her stepsister, leaning her head in and resting it against the back of Elise’s.
“I know you think I’m pretty,” said Elsa.
“I do think you’re pretty,” admitted Elise with a sigh. She reached her hand up and lightly stroked Elsa’s arm.
“I think you’re beautiful,” said Elsa. She kissed the back of Elise’s head, letting her lips linger against her blonde hair.
“Elsa,” said Elise. “You’re confusing me. I don’t know how to feel.”
“Will you show me what it’s like to be a lesbian?” said Elsa quietly into Elise’s hair.
“Elsa,” said Elise with a whimper. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because I feel so close to you,” said Elsa. “You’re so important to me.”
Elise pushed her chair back from the table, bumping her stepsister slightly off her stance, and quickly shot up. She turned toward Elsa and lunged into a hug, passionately pushing her lips against Elsa’s and leading her into a fervid kiss.
Elsa, caught off guard, quickly regained her composure and happily returned Elise’s affection. She wrapped her arms around Elise’s waist and mewed softly against Elise’s mouth as they kissed. Both girls let their eyelids drop as they relaxed into the titillating embrace.
With excitement and anxiety on her min
d, Elsa ardently made out with Elise, completely conversant of the taboo associated with their little tryst and wildly enjoying the feeling. It was like a rollercoaster. She let her hands drop to Elise’s ass, softly caressing Elise’s cheeks through the thin fabric of her jersey skirt. As she did this, Elise squirmed and pushed herself tighter up against her stepsister, almost grinding into her. Elsa’s heart fluttered and her stomach almost felt queasy with thrill. Elise pulled away slightly from their kiss and spoke in a murmur.
“I’ve always been attracted to you,” she said, nuzzling her nose against Elsa’s. “It’s been very difficult to hide it the last couple years.”
“I’m 18 now,” said Elsa cheerfully. “So it’s okay.”
“We can’t tell anybody, though,” said Elise conspiratorially.
“Our secret,” said Elsa, kissing Elise speedily, and then showing a wide smile.
“Follow me,” said Elise, taking Elsa’s hand and quickly leading her out of the kitchen and down the hall of the apartment.
*
Elsa felt crazy excitement as she lay back on Elise’s bed, nestled into the pillows, watching her stepsister rush around the bedroom to light a few candles. Once finished, Elise then flipped off the light in the room and released a long, contented sigh. The soft candlelight flickered and Elsa watched Elise as she crept up toward the foot of the bed.
“Listen,” said Elise in a low tone, resting her knees against the bed and leaning into it. “Nobody can know. You got that?”
“I got it,” said Elsa.
“They’ll think we’re fucked up,” said Elise, crawling up onto the bed, sitting on her knees.
“I think we’re just fine,” said Elsa, squirming in anticipation. She could feel herself growing moist between her thighs at just the thought of what was happening and what was going to happen. Nothing seemed fucked up about it to her. It was stimulating and sexy.
“Me too,” said Elise, her voice beginning to change from trepidation to acceptance and desire. As she kneeled on the foot of the bed, she crossed her arms down the front of her t-shirt, took the hem in her fingers, and pulled the shirt up off over her head. She tossed it to the floor and started to crawl toward Elsa wearing only a black bra and her jersey skirt.
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