“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 outcome 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 ag
ainst 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 mind, 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.
“Ooh!” exclaimed Elsa, her eyes fixated on Elise and feeling the desire for her stepsister burn inside of her. She kicked her legs out a few times reflexively as she watched Elise move toward her.
Reaching behind her back, Elise deftly unhooked her own bra and let it slide down her arms and then tossed it off the bed. Elsa could see her stepsister’s breasts in the candlelight, perky and firm, hanging and gently swaying as Elise approached, that little triangle of freckles obvious just above Elise’s nipple. Elise reached Elsa now and without warming she grabbed onto Elsa’s grey shorts and yanked them down over her hips, quickly pulling them down her legs and off of her feet.
“Wow,” said Elsa. “You’re really making me excited and nervous.”
“Take off your tank,” said Elise, leaning down and kissing Elsa softly on her bare thigh. As she did this, Elsa felt goosebumps prickle up on her arms.
“Okay,” said Elsa with an enthusiastic nod. Reaching down, she lifted her tank top up over her head and threw it off. She wore no bra underneath, just her bare chest with two tiny tits barely sticking out.
“So small,” said Elise seductively, reaching her hand out and tenderly caressing one of Elsa’s breasts. Elsa arched her back and quivered with this attention, lying back on the bed, propped up on the pillows against the headboard, wearing only a little pair of white panties.
“What are you gonna do to me, Sis?” said Elsa in a nervy whisper. She watched Elise with intense anticipation, hovering over her with only a short skirt coving her slender body.
“Mmm,” hummed Elise, lowering her head between Elsa’s legs and softly planting a kiss onto Elsa’s pussy over the thin tensile fabric of her panties. This made Elsa’s head go limp, letting it fall back against the pillows and gazing upwards. “I can already tell you’re getting wet,” said Elise, tracing her finger over a wet mark on Elsa’s panties.
“I am,” said Elsa.
“Good,” said Elise, continuing to caress Elsa’s pussy through the fabric, every so often giving Elsa’s lips a firm squeeze.
“Will you take off your skirt?” said Elsa self-consciously. “I want to see you naked.”
“Okay, Sis,” said Elise. She stood up off to the side of the bed and shimmied the skirt down her hips, wearing no panties underneath. Elsa gazed upon Elise’s nudity, taking in her slight figure, focusing in on the tuft of fur sitting between Elise’s thighs, short and blonde much like Elsa’s own mound. Elise, catching Elsa taking her in, reached down and ran her fingers through her own pubic hair a few times in a teasing movement.
“I’ve never done anything like this with another girl before,” said Elsa. “I’m glad I could do this with someone so close to me.”
“Just between us,” reiterated Elise, bringing her finger to her lips as if to shush her stepsister. She crept back up onto the bed and floated near Elsa once again.
“Yes,” said Elsa quietly, grinning, happy.
“Well,” said Elise, putting her hands against her bare hips. “What are you waiting for?”
“What?” said Elsa, slightly confused.
“Take ‘em off,” said Elise, giving a quick point to Elsa’s white panties.
“Oh!” said Elsa, looking down between her legs. With an adept movement, she threaded her fingers into the elastic of her panties and slid them down. As they reached her knees, Elise took over and helped Elsa remove them from her legs. Once Elise had them in her hands, she brought them up to her face to inspect them. She turned them inside out and brought the crotch to her nose and sniffed. Elsa laughed.
“Smells musky,” said Elise with a wink. “And it’s pretty moist in here.” She reached a finger into Elsa’s panties and touched her fingertip to the wetness on the fabric. As she pulled her finger back, a thin viscous string of goo came with it and only snapped once Elise’s finger was a few inches from the fabric.
“What do you call that wet pussy juice?” said Elsa inquisitively, watching her stepsister’s moves.
“Wet pussy juice,” Elise deadpanned. “Some people call it grool,” she said with a laugh.
“Grool?” repeated Elsa. “What does that mean?”
“Girl drool,” said Elise, touching her finger to Elsa’s wet panties once more, absentmindedly playing with the grooly wetness inside.
“I like it,” laughed Elsa, transfixed on Elise playing with her panties.
“Enough of this,” said Elise, tossing her stepsister’s panties to the floor. “I want it from the source.” Lowering her head down between Elsa’s legs, she gave her slit a long, slow lick upwards and as she reached Elsa’s clit she tongued it in a few light circles.
“Mmm,” sighed Elsa, easing back into the pillows. Although she felt like she wanted to close her eyes and relax, she couldn’t break her vision from Elise’s affections.
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bsp; “How does that feel?” said Elise softly, vibrating her lips against Elsa’s pussy.
“Really good,” admitted Elsa.
“Good,” said Elise. She slipped her tongue out from her mouth and moved it between Elsa’s pussy lips, dragging it up and down, spreading Elsa’s moisture all throughout her slit.
As Elsa began to subtly writhe into the sheets, Elise brought her finger up beside her mouth, still sweetly lapping and licking against her stepsister’s womanhood, and pushed it between Elsa’s thighs, grazing it softly over her taint and near her hairless ass. Elise traced a gentle line, so close to Elsa’s hole, bringing it across her taint, and vaguely touching her pussy. Her fingertip gained more wetness with each pass. Elsa reached over with one hand and gripped the sheets between her fingers.
“Will you finger me, Sissy?” said Elsa absentmindedly. Her eyes were now closed, her head splayed to one side on the pillow. “I love being filled.”
“I’ve got a better plan,” cooed Elise into Elsa’s clit, the vibrations of her lips throbbing and moist.
Elise popped up and reached over to her bedside table, opening the drawer at the top. She fished around in the drawer for a moment before coming up with a purple silicone dildo, ribbed throughout its shaft. Repositioning herself between her stepsister’s legs, she put the dildo in her mouth to moisten it, slowing pulling it out, and then lowered herself down. Elise head lightly rested on Elsa’s thigh, slurping on Elsa’s clit slowly with her tongue, as she positioned the dildo against Elsa’s wanting pussy lips.
Elsa’s chest was heaving by this time, her small tits moving up and down as she breathed. Her delight was increasing exponentially as she awaited Elise’s attention. Bringing a hand to her chest, she attempted to still herself but to no avail.
With a loving tenderness, Elise deliberately slid the purple dildo into Elsa, filling her tight hole completely. Elsa could feel each inch as it came inside of her, stuffing and stretching her in such a satisfying motion. Then, before she even knew it, Elise slowly removed the dildo from her stepsister, pulling it out carefully and slowly. Elise did this a few times in succession, her lips still pressed against Elsa’s clit but unmoving, her eyes focused up on Elsa’s face to gauge the pleasure her stepsister was feeling.
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