The Dream, The Nightmare, The Incest

Have you ever had a dream that felt so real that you thought it was your waking life?

I was house sitting for my older sister by a couple of years while she ran some errands. A few hours later and she returned home complaining that she was feeling funky and needed a shower.

Okay, I had said, and sat on her second hand couch that shouldn’t be as comfortable as it is.

Sister – exit stage centre.

A few minutes go by. I’m petting her dog, a fat black sausage dog with a face of a pug.

She calls me up stairs. Uses my full name.

I’m confused but I walk the wooden stairs upwards. They creak. I’ve been here before, I think. This old house feels familiar.

I remember rounding the corner in the shower and seeing her ass first – so smooth, so beautiful. The perfect shape, covered in luscious beads of water.

‘I want you to watch me’ she says, her voice hushed.

She turns to face me, a razor in her right hand. From my deductions (elementary, dear Watson), she’s finished shaving her cunt.

‘I want you to watch me shower’

Her words have meaning, conviction. They ring true, despite of their strangeness, their otherworldly feeling.

But I just don’t watch her shower. I’m moving – no, I’m watching myself moving – and I’m reaching down to cup the curves of her ass.

And I’ve never thought of it before but my sister – slender, slightly tanned, olive eyes, 5 ft 9 – is shorter than me in ways I’ve never processed.

I remember how that feels, my hand on her ass, my ring finger resting between the smooth curves. I could slip it into her anus, I think, but I don’t, I’m staring into her eyes. Eyes that are confident and calm. They have no doubt, no fear.

I kiss her. And it’s amazing. It’s a full kiss, if that makes sense. Lengthy, no tongue, deep and sensual.

All the while I’m lifting her ass up to be level with my cock, hardening by the second.

When I enter her, it’s like nothing I’ve previously known. Warm, smooth, slick. Forbidden.

She eyes me, her eye colour flickers from olive to grey blue, eyes I’ve seen somewhere before.

But I can hear her mind, it’s loud and reverberating and it says I’ve wanted this too.

And I can’t stop pounding into her, it all feels good, the shower water – warm, just right – my hand on her ass, my mouth on hers.

And I think to myself as I kiss her – who else dreams? Who else feels so hot and aching and SURE but in their waking moments refuses to mention their dream out loud, out of fear of judgement, because it’s taboo and unwanted? Because, I think, I’m not alone. I refuse to believe that I am. I never have been before.

And then perception shifts significantly. I’m the audience now, not so much the main star.

There’s a mother, a decorated police officer, having tea with her only daughter.

Both women are slender, sandy blonde hair. Athletic.

While the mother takes away the empty tea cups, the daughter is surfing the web. Why? Only she knows. I’m just the observer.

Accidentally, she pulls up a folder. A folder full of video files – the mother, naked and masturbating, reclined on her bed, her hands working herself furiously. She’s moaning her daughter’s name.

The daughter cuts off the footage, calls her mother in and furiously unloads on her.

I can feel the mother’s shame radiating off her like heat. Not just shame, sadness. A huge hole where her heart should be.

The daughter demands to be driven home this instant. But I can feel the daughter’s thoughts too – burning brighter than her mother’s shame. There’s shame, indeed. But guilt. Guilt for what, I wonder. Then it hits me. The daughter enjoyed what she saw.

Have you ever had a dream that felt so real that you thought it was your waking life?

The After-Party

A Caucasian woman laid naked on her stomach on the coffee table in the middle of the room.

An African American woman laid on top of her, nude as well, grinding, moving her hips forward into her.

I approached the African American woman and lowered my mouth on her anus. 

She spoke my name. I tasted her ass. It was smooth and with the faint taste of skin and soap. 
I moved my tongue down her slit, pleased at how smooth she had been. 

She resisted at first, asking me to leave her be so she can scissor this woman on her ass. But I slid my tongue along her lips. She relented.

And the crowd around us, in this quaint living room, Some eating pizza,  Some playing games, paid no attention. We three had the world. And the world had we three. 

The woman on top gave in to me and the soft sweet taste of her lips and her skin was like a drug. 

And everyone changed. 

12 Days of BDSM Christmas 2016 – Day #3: The Voice In The Darkness

 

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The first thing she noticed about the blog was that it had a pull over her.
She had read many blogs lately, some came and went, others were very informative – but this….this was something else.
There was a pull about this one, something that made her feel as if she was gravitating towards something larger than her, larger than the world around her.
In an entire sitting, she devoured this blog. Devoured it while she sat in her room, alone and nude, propped up on one shoulder while stretching her right nipple slightly to dull the building ache.
She read the entire blog – every article, every story, everything from journals to little comments after the journals.
Spent, she collapsed into a deep sleep, leaving the real world behind in a blur.

She awoke in a daze. Something was knocking at her bedroom door. It came in three loud waves. One….two……three.
She climbed out of bed, dazed and confused, one arm shielding her breasts.
By the time she opened the door, she was wondering why she didn’t put pants on at least. What if it was an emergency? A break in? Why would the burglars knock? She was still sleep drunk.
When she opened the door, she flicked on the light of the bedroom. It lit up her apartment hallway. Nothing was there.
Maybe it was a dream, thought She, and she flicked the light off, closed the door and crawled back into bed. Back into the sea of dreams.

Dreams are funny things. How they shift and change, how the duration of one feels like it can last a lifetime.
She dreamt a man was chasing her, whose features she could not describe, for they were shielded in darkness.
Her dream would be normal, she’d be at her family for Christmas Dinner and she’d go to the toilet. But then the toilet window would open and elongated legs would slip through, revealing a tall gaunt man. Handsome and yet she couldn’t quite see all of him. All of his body or all of his face.
“Let me in” Came a voice, a growl, from somewhere around the toilet and she would panic and leave the toilet.

 For the duration of this dream, the scenery would change but the situation would end up the same. She was celebrating Christmas, she needed to go to the toilet but the man would appear. Sometimes through the window, sometimes before her, looking at her and how her panties lay twisted and crumpled at her feet while she tried to urinate.

“Let me in” would come the voice, hoarse, unrecognizable.

She came to in a start. Jerking, as if she fell through the bathroom floor.
The time on her clock read 3:09am.
Another twitch washed over her body and then she urinated. Her body muscles gave way, gave in to the relief, the deliciousness. She found herself paralysed with sleep, but also with relief, as she felt her sheets becoming warm and wet.
And that’s when she felt the bed sink, as something else carried its weight over to.
She sat up in fear but the dark shape that was forming at the foot of her bed held her down by her neck.
Her vision was forced to the ceiling as she felt something like smoke wash over thighs.
Then something formed, she felt cheeks. She felt a nose.
A tongue, hot and wet, slid up her urine soaked cunt, from her ass to the top of her slit. And she quivered.
A noise came out of her, a moan crossed with a scream, as the tongue left no corner of her cunt untouched.
Her head seemed to sink back into the pillow, beyond the material, and she fell between worlds.

It was Christmas all of a sudden. And she was upstairs, looking through her bag for photos of her recent holiday to Disneyland to show her family.
Except something had gone wrong. There was a man, somehow, that had convinced her that she should undress.
She lay with her bedroom door open, her breasts exposed, her dress hitched up and her Mickey Mouse panties pulled aside, as the man was sucking on her clit.
She knew she had to be quiet, because her father was up stairs as well, asleep.
She could hear the man rifling through her bag and suddenly she felt lace skim across her belly, across her arms and before she could compose her thoughts further, this man was stuffing her panties into her mouth.
She choked on her own scent, could taste it vividly.
“All you have to do is let me in” came the voice, hoarse and frightening.
Shame washed over her as pleasure built up in her cunt. She enjoyed the taste of herself, despite an uneasy fear in the back of her mind.
When her boyfriend stepped through the doorway, she couldn’t stop moving. She couldn’t stop squirming her cunt into the man’s mouth. Every lick from his tongue felt ridiculous.

She awoke feeling like a weight was crushing her. Her hands were held down while something hot and wet slid her nipple into its mouth.
“You’ve started to open the door now, you can’t get rid of me.”
She tried to form words but just a gasp of ait came out, a squeak. She was utterly powerless.
“I can show you how to live deliciously…”

She was lying in a room of blinding light. She came to realise she was naked.
Cicadas were humming loudly outside and she realised she was back at her parents during Christmas.
“You slept a long while” came a voice she recognised instantly.
“Daddy?” She said, suddenly feeling the need to cover herself.
Except he was already beside her, pressed into her. She could feel his cock skimming against her ass as he lay behind her.
He stopped her from pulling the sheet over herself.
“Have you ever had a dream where you are fucking a family member?” He said, musing.
She shook her head, denying it. It was wrong.
“People don’t want to admit to that. But it comes out, you know. I always bring out what people want.”
As her Daddy said this, he tugged on her nipples.
It had been some time since someone stretched them to breaking point and now her Daddy was doing so.
She squeaked out a response, frozen in place.
“I trust you remember the time you peeped through the keyhole of the shower. Curiosity was it?”
She shook her head as she felt her Daddy’s cock stiffening.
“Was it?”
He tugged on her nipple harder, twisting it. The pain was immense.
“Kids are curious I suppose, but then you never lost it as an adult”
On the word ‘Adult’, he squeezed and she leapt out of bed.
Time seemed to stutter. Her Daddy’s cock was in her mouth, warm and salty, with the faintest taste of sweat. She felt like gagging but also the need to fulfil her daughterly duty. As if she could be herself in this…

 “What you don’t understand is that I see you for who you are”
The voice in the darkness was smooth, velvety.
It came out like a whisper. Maybe you know the sensation, when you swallow a piece of sweet dark chocolate, or a sip of your favourite alcohol. It goes down smooth, gentle, easing, like the voice. But there’s a promise of.
She was on her stomach, her ass propped up in the air.
“Now Let. Me. In.”

She had always wondered about her co-worker’s sexuality.
But when she invited her over for Christmas drinks, she knew, for certain.
When her co-worker took off her coat and revealed her low cut dress beneath, there was a vibe, resounding and strong.
When the two were sitting on the couch, her co-worker had asked her, “What is it you want? What else lies hidden deep in your mind?”
She felt her cunt tighten and contract, hoping against hope that she would undress.
The stutter of the dream world skipped and her co-worker was sitting on her lap, kissing her face, her neck.
She didn’t resist even though she had a boyfriend that took care of her every need. She was, after all, bisexual, and it had been sometime since she had felt that touch.
The woman made their way to the bedroom, tearing off their clothes.
Fuck, she had never seen a more beautiful woman. It’s like this dream made her realise just how hot for her, she really was.
Her co-worker knelt above her, her small breasts kissed by freckles all around.
She wrinkled her nose and smiled down at her, before lowering her mouth on her cunt.

 Her cunt tightened as she came, overwhelming emotion smacked her across the face, traveling down her thighs. The dark hand that had been rubbing her slit did not cease movement and she screamed, wondering if it made a difference at all to anyone outside of her house.
She came again. And again, the sensitivity building up within her until she was squirting across the bed in thick short bursts.
When the hand finally withdraws, she collapsed in her soaking sheets, panting and sobbing.
That’s when she felt hot breath over her ears.
“You invited me in, I came. Now…I own you. I live here.”
Something tugged on her hair and pain shot through her entire weakened body.
“I will call again, when you least expect it. And do not deny me”
And then the dark velvety voice was gone, leaving her to the silence.
She sobbed.

 

 

Author’s Notes

This story is part supernatural / part psychology of dreams. What are your dreams of a sexual nature like? What do they say about you? I mean, to a lesser extent that is what I am writing about.
This piece is primarily about how writing can infect your mind and your subconscious, mixed with my fascination with horror of course. The lead character is tormented by an entity, forced to urinate and undergo a series of too-real sensations involving perversions in her life, regarding her dad and co worker.
What I wanted to do with this piece was arouse first and foremost but I also hope I’ve had some dwell on their naughty dreams and the significance behind them. Maybe, just maybe, there’s a truth for you to discover that could very well lead to an epiphany!

-TD&D

 

 

Ice And Fire, Part III

This is rather lengthy so make sure you are in a comfortable spot and ready to disappear. I hope this was worth the wait.


Elsa came to in a jump start.

Her breathing was fast, out of control.

Her sheets were drenched in sweat and tangled around her waist.

She sat up and sputtered, her saliva flinging across her pillow.

Her arms trembled, and she collapsed across the bed head first.

She saw his face, frozen, splitting into pieces.

His eyes came apart, the pupils stretching beyond recognition.

She tried to scream but panic was taking hold, it’s warm dark touch enveloping her body in its silk. All that came out was a wheeze.

Her legs seemed to swing over the bed, tried to balance but lost control and fell to the ground. 

There was a loud thud and a crack and Elsa felt lightheaded, out of her body.

That’s when she noticed the floor beneath her began to crackle. 

Ice spread out from under and quickly traveled up the walls.

“No, No, No, NO!”

The door to her bedroom came upon and Anna appeared, wrapping her gown over her naked body.

Elsa thought, how long has it been since the bath? 

That’s when she felt the chill snaking it’s way up her legs.

“Elsa!”

Anna ran to her, dropping the gown. 

Her feet slid on the icy floor boards and she tumbled onto the bed.

“Get away from me” cried Elsa, her face was contorted with fear and her voice was full of rage. 

“I’m never leaving you again”

A thin layer of ice was eating at Elsa’s legs, enveloping her.

“Anna..”

“Elsa, I thought the cold protected you”

“I can’t..I can’t breathe..”

“You’re gunna freeze to death!” Anna blurted out. And as soon as she said it, she realise it sounded dumb.

The thin layer of ice was now creeping up Elsa’s stomach. She couldn’t feel her legs.

She couldn’t feel anything. 

All she could feel was hate at herself, guilt for killing the guard.

“You can control it, Elss. Breathing. Practice your breathing”

Elsa was panting out of control. The tightness in her chest was fierce, forcing her to take small breaths.

“You can do it!”

“I….I”

Her throat was closing in.

Her temples felt like they were going to explode.

“I killed..”

“You what?”

Elsa was barely audible. 

Anna was holding onto her, her hands were now in solid ice. The two were frozen together in Elsa’s panic.

“Him…I killed the…”

Anna understood in that moment. 

In that moment, she smiled. She couldn’t help it. The bravery of her, the admission, her true strength. Something deep within her warned her heart. 


The ice was up to Elsa’s chin. She couldn’t look away from Anna. 

For then she felt blessed. She thought Anna was the most beautiful woman in the world. 

That was the moment Elsa realised that she was utterly in love with her sister, just as the ice reached over face and swallowed her whole.



Anna could feel the ice touch her stomach, spreading over herself now. 

The two were going to die together. In each other’s arms. 

She wanted to say so much to Elsa. But where to begin, where to find the words.

“Elsa…please..don’t…”

Elsa’s frozen eyes stared back at her from behind the ice. 

“Please…”

The silence was deafening as the ice cooled around her hips.

“I…I love you”

Elsa stared back. Frozen. Gone.

Anna sat still, awaiting her own death. 

Anna felt a rumbling then. Down where toes were now frozen up. 

It was…warmth. It started up her feet – then shot across her legs upwards across her stomach. 

Anna was bowled over by the sensation, shattering free of the ice. 

Jet streams of fire shot from her palms, in quick short bursts.

Anna screamed, falling against the wall. 

She hesitated, looking at her hands, turning them over, seeing her hands grow warm with an orange glow.


Baffled, she raised one hand and something clicked within her mind. A burst of fire shot out from her palms and dissipated.

How, thought Anna. What is this?

Have I always had this ability? Why is it coming to me now?

She looked back through her times, wondering if something ever happened that she couldn’t describe. Nothing.

She looked to Elsa now and an idea formed.

Breathing jaggedly, her body freezing from where the ice still stung, she held her hands over Elsa. They glowed, warm. 


Anna shut her eyes, forcing them shut with concentration. Hoping against hope that she wouldn’t set Elsa on fire. 

Never mind how or why she suddenly had these powers, there would be a time for questions. Now she had to save Elsa.


Anna felt the warmth of her hands travel up her arms. The idea she could burn alive came to her but she shut it out and kept her hands in place.

There was a loud crack and a horrific gasp for air and Anna opened her eyes.

Elsa was looking back at her.

She was shivering, her lips a pale blue.

Anna’s instinct was to grab the blanket and wrap it around the two of them.

It was only after she scooped Elsa up and the two of them were under the blanket together that Anna realised they were both naked. 

Elsa’s skin was icy against hers.

This gave Anna an idea. She wrapped her hands tight around Elsa, their breasts skimming against each other, and squeezed.

“Close your eyes, Els”


Anna concentrated within her mind on a fire growing, it’s light covering the space before it.

She felt her body start to warm up, and Elsa’s with it.

Anna rubbed her hands along Elsa’s back and heard her shiver.

Her cunt started to ache but she pushed it to the back of her mind. 

The more she tried to ignore it, the more her body seemed to want it. She caught herself leaning against Elsa, her lips riding up her thigh. 


“Am I dead?”

Elsa’s voice was low. 

Anna looked to her, her body acting as a light under the blanket.

“It worked!” Anna cried upon seeing her eyes open. “No, sweetie, you’re not dead!”

She couldn’t help but laugh. 

Elsa registered Anna’s glow. “Anna? What’s happened to you?”

Anna shook her head. “I don’t know. It just happened. One moment you froze, the next..”

“You saved me…”

The two locked eyes, Elsa looked weak but something in her eyes said…

Elsa leaned in and kissed Anna on the lips.


It was sudden and fleeting. A peck, nothing more.

The act still caught Anna off guard. It wasn’t sisterly, or a greeting, as their mother had taught them early on in their lives. It was tender, romantic.

Elsa watched Anna closely, her eyes darting back and forth. Scared. Weak. 

She had no idea how Anna would react, was terrified she’d squeal and let Kristoff take her away. 


Instead, Anna lent in and kissed her back.


If asked to describe those moments, Elsa could not even begin. It was addictive, she couldn’t get enough of Anna.

Her lips were soft and wet and inviting – and one kiss led to another. And another.

Somewhere during the kiss, Anna ran her warm hands down Elsa’s body, almost shyly though. As if unsure. 

When Elsa saw her pause in her face, she gently took Anna’s hand and slid it over her left breast, leaving her fingers over her nipple, which was growing hard by the second.

“Here” Elsa said weakly.

Anna broke the kiss and moved down to the nipple. She considered it and lowered her mouth.

The kiss was soft and quick and Elsa moaned, rising her hips.

Her hands found Anna’s hair and gripped it tightly as a wave of pleasure came rippling through her body.

Seized with determination, Elsa rolled Anna over and now on top, looked down at her nervous sister. 

Freckles were over her breasts, one resting to the left of her nipples, another just below that.

Elsa met Anna’s lips once more, then travelled down her neck leaving a trail of wet kisses. 


She came to Anna’s nipples and slid it into her mouth using her tongue.

Anna shrieked, something high pitched and girly. She did it again as Elsa rolled her tongue around her nipple, savouring the taste of her skin.

The glow of Anna’s hands lit Elsa’s face up as Anna ran her hands through her hair, ruffling it, squeezing it.

Her nipple popped out of her mouth, the bounce sending a ticklish jolt of pleasure down to her. It was unlike anything she had experienced. 


Elsa moved down Anna’s body, leaving a trail of kisses, until she came to her cunt.

The scent was foreign to Elsa but delightful. She inhaled, feeling herself becoming giddy off the scent.

Above her, Anna was making guttural noises, as if gasping for air.

Her hips swayed closer to Elsa, begging silently for her mouth. Elsa didn’t hesitate.

Truth be told, Elsa was terrified. This was her baby sister, her arousal was all around her and not only that, this was another woman. What did she do? 

Elsa ran her tongue along her pink slit slowly, leaving a fine coat of saliva. 

Spit hung from her mouth in strings as she pulled away, just in time to hear Anna’s girlish moans.

Elsa ignored the lingering feeling of guilt as she lowered her mouth onto Anna’s clit, suckling the nub into her tongue, using her teeth to grind it gently. This cause Anna to jerk.

The movement brought about a pleasure in Elsa so she did it again. Again, Anna had a spasm and giggled.

“No” she whispered. “Stop that”

Elsa could barely suppress a giggle. She could barely contain herself – there was a love and admiration so deep for Anna in that moment that she kissed Anna’s cunt full on the lips with an open mouth.

Anna’s body rocked – then rocked again. She was lifting her body up so that it hit Elsa’s mouth.

Elsa grinned then planted her entire mouth covering her slit.


Elsa are hungrily, the taste was indescribable and something within her could not get enough of it. This was her sister. Her baby sister. Her sweet juicy cunt.

She lapped it up, being inspired by Anna’s moans above. 

Her sister was the sweetest thing ever. The perfect woman.

More guttural groans pierced the air and Anna froze, jerked suddenly, then fell limp.


Elsa rose from the blanket and looked at the dazed Anna, her eyes glassy.

Her chest was riding and falling, rising and falling.

“Did you just…?”

Anna went scarlet. “I’ve never that quickly. I’m embarrassed”

Love for her sister coursed through her veins.

She leapt into Anna’s arms and kissed her, hoping her scent was strong enough for her to taste.

Anna’s tongue met hers and the two kissed wildly, passionately. Desperately.


Anna broke the kiss and Elsa felt her hands run down her body.

She groped clumsily for Elsa’s nipples but Elsa didn’t mind, she watched her expression as Anna pulled on Elsa’s nipple. The pain was gratifying.


Anna’s hands reached down to Elsa and found her clit.

She giggled. “I’ve never known you could get so…”

She looked at Elsa and went red again. “You know…”

When Elsa sat up on her elbows, Anna looked away.

“Wet…”

Elsa giggled and stroked her hair as Anna leant in to kiss her. 

The two laid side by side now, with Anna’s hands exploring Elsa’s cunt, her hands stroking up and down her slit.

Elsa found herself clenching, rising up to meet Anna’s hands. 

It was then she realised, she needed this. She needed a release, or her sister. She needed her sister. 


Anna broke the kiss, disappeared under the blanket. 

A moment later, Elsa could feel kisses all over her thighs, tracing up to her cunt.

An Involuntary moan escaped Elsa’s lips, caught her by surprise. 

Her chest felt cool in the night, somewhere a breeze was blowing softly, dancing across her stomach. She could still feel the chill of her powers. 

Another moan struck her by surprise and Anna giggled under the covers. 

Elsa was afraid though, afraid to be heard. But she couldn’t help it, she was on fire, every part of her body was tingling, vibrating. 

Anna had begun her assault on her cunt, moving her tongue around, exploring her lips and clit.

Her cute giggles as she did so was the worst of it. She wanted to taste her again, the cute fucking thing. 

She tried to roll away from Anna but was frozen by a seemingly supernatural power.

Something uneasy was rising in her, and with it a certain pleasure. It rose from her stomach and travelled down to her cunt.

Suddenly her legs began to tremble with every wave of pleasure and she felt the rising need to scream.


It pulsated within her in waves. Her body tensed as the waves rippled through her, coming to an end at her cunt.

Elsa found herself gripping Anna’s hair from above the blanket and cooing.

The waves began to happen more frequently as Anna slid two fingers inside Elsa, causing her to wiggle her ass into the fingers, greedily swallowing them whole. 

She felt flustered, felt guilty at using her sister. 


Anna shrieked as fluid spurted from Elsa’s mouth in sporadic bursts. 

Elsa herself could no longer control her mound or her body, her hands clenched into fists as she groaned something primal and alien. 

She could feel her cunt contracting, was scared and thrilled at the same time.

Anna had shrieked but had not moved, instead her tongue began circling around Elsa’s cunt, tracing where the juices fell.

Where did this come from, thought Elsa.

Her body collapsed to the bed and held her in place as juices trickled out of her.

Anna rose from below, breathless, her eyes wide. Primal.


She rose to kiss Elsa.

Elsa kissed back and in turn could taste herself. The notion made her want to kiss Anna again but she felt defeated by an invisible force.

The two laid there, sweaty, panting, worn out.

“I love you” Anna said.

Elsa wrapped her arm around her and kissed her on the lips 

“I love you back”


The two were intertwined and asleep soundly come the morning, bedsheets tangled in a sweaty mess. 

They did not wake till the afternoon. 





Ice and Fire, Part II

FOR A MOMENT everything was blinding white light.
In that moment, Elsa started to panic that she had gone blind.
She fell to the floor, thumbing her way along the ground.
There was nothing but white light and the sound of ringing in her ears.
Her body was throbbing with pain all over.
Her mouth ached where his cock had violently fucked her mouth and there was a burning sensation where her head hit the wall repeatedly.
A fragment of vision came to her then…then another.
Piece by piece, her vision returned to her. The world around her returned.
Elsa limped along the ground, feeling the cool air ride up her bare ass. The sensation was dizzying, in a way that she couldn’t tell was arousal or anger.
She crawled into something rock solid before her and shrieked.
Upon closer inspection, it was the guard, his hands up as if shielding himself.
Elsa looked into the still eyes of the man that had forced himself upon her and felt the anger rise up through her, burning in her chest.
She lashed out with a shriek unlike anything she’s ever heard come from herself and the guard fell backwards into the ground.
There was a deafening crack and what was once the guard splintered into tiny fragments, scattering along the great hall in tiny jagged pieces.
The sight knocked the air right out of Elsa and held her in place.
She had just murdered a man. Just like that.
Everything around her seemed false. Like a dream.
Like she was viewing things through frosted glass.
I killed a man, Elsa thought. The words came to her again and again.
I killed a man. Murderer. MURDERER. You did it, you killed him. You’re going to bring down the entire kingdom.
She fell to her knees.
And screamed.

She stumbled through Anna’s door, her dress torn right down the middle, tears streaming down her face, with her blonde hair covering her eyes and cheeks.
Her left breast was exposed and bruised where the guard had struck her. It shone a bright purple in the light.
Anna was sitting in a chair that sat against the wall, a book lay opened in her lap.
Her eyes were wide and terrified.
With Anna’s eyes now on her, she could now feel the come resting on her face and the summer breeze racing across her ass.
For a moment, the two women stood eyeing each other and with every passing second, Elsa felt guilty for even coming to her.
“But I didn’t know where to go to” said Elsa, finishing the sentence out loud.
She had taken the back way to get to Anna’s to avoid the town’s eyes. She did it all for Anna. Something amongst the churning stomach tickled at her insides.
Anna took off her own coat, revealing her pale freckled shoulders, and closed the door behind Elsa.
“There was a man..a guard…he..”
Anna took her sister and held her tight against her.
Elsa let out a sob, muffled by Anna’s chest. She relayed the events of the past half hour to Anna. All the while Anna sat listening to her and didn’t say a word.
When Elsa was finally finished,  she looked up at her baby sister.
“I don’t know who I am anymore, Anna”
Anna pulled away from the hug to look at her sister.
“You’re Elsa” Anna said, smiling. “My kind and beautiful sister”
“I’m a monster”
“The only monster is that guard. Which we will take care of once we get you cleaned up.”
Anna put her arm around Elsa and moved her along gently.
Elsa didn’t have the heart to tell her sister that she had taken care of that guard.
She didn’t even know his name.

Elsa sat staring up at the ceiling, her face devoid of any emotion for she was frozen in fear at what had transpired.
Anna had left her alone in the bathtub for some initial privacy and there she had cried so hard her chest began to ache.
A few minutes had passed since then and after making sure she was composed, she asked for her baby sister.
Anna had entered the room in trepidation, as you’d suppose a sister might if her sibling was bathing.
Elsa hid her nakedness underneath the bubbles, with only a bare leg propped up being visible to Anna.
When Elsa asked if Anna could wash the come out of her hair, Anna didn’t hesitate to pull up a stool and begin washing.
It was hard to describe her feelings then, Elsa found. The shock of the murder seemed to give way to the soothing heat of the bathtub.
Anything that remained of the guard had since been scoured from her body and she was born again.

Born again. The words caught on her mind, circling around and around. Born again.
Elsa couldn’t shake the thought as Anna cleaned her hair. Every cleansing sensation that came about by Anna purifying her golden locks brought the notion back to the forefront of her mind.

To keep her mind off of things, Elsa asked her about how things were going.
Is she happy? How are things with Kristoff? Is he treating her alright?
The answer to all things, of course, was yes.
But when Anna spoke, she spoke with, at least it seemed that way to Elsa, with uncertainty.
At what and why? Elsa was too tired to ponder on.
The image of the guard shattering into a thousand minuscule pieces came back to her and she shuddered.
“That bath looks so warm and cozy”
Anna’s voice snapped Elsa out of the thought. She tilted her head back, craning it almost, to look up at Anna.
Anna’s eyes were glazed over and distracted.
“You’re welcome to share it”

The words came dancing off her tongue before Elsa realized. Her heart leapt in her throat.
“I mean, you know…if you’d like”
Elsa wanted to bury her head in the water and freeze over the bath her embarrassment was that large.
She turned her gaze away from Anna and practices her breathing.
Conceal, don’t feel, her fathers voice spoke to her throughout the ages.
“Kristoff and I..I mean..we can’t fit..we tried once..”
Elsa looked to Anna just in time to see her go bright Scarlett. It made her whole face glow.
She didn’t know what to say to that so she let the conversation give way to silence.
“But…” Anna spoke in a whisper, and swallowed. The click in her throat was quite audible.
“We could try…”

Anna stood up from her stool and walked to the front of the bathtub.
She locked eyes with Elsa and took a sharp breath in.
Elsa saw this and forced a gentle shrug.
“You don’t have to, Anna”
The corner of Anna’s lips curved into a smile as she reached behind her back.

Her hands moved, back and forth, as Anna’s face twisted in concentration.
Her hands then moved quickly to the front as her dress fell forward, revealing her nude body.
Neither of them spoke a moment as Anna stood there.
Elsa regarded her and felt heartbeat spike.
Anna was extraordinarily beautiful.
Extraordinarily beautiful in the way that words can’t describe, only the feeling in your stomach soaring as a bird high in the sky can.
She was pale, with freckles sprinkled across her arms and thighs.
Her breasts were small and perky, with soft pink nipples. They heaved up and down as Anna stood breathing nervously.
Elsa found her eyes traveling over her sister’s body, feeling guilt but also an intrigue that forced her to keep looking with curiosity.

Anna’s mound was lightly trimmed and as red as her hair.
A new sub thought was added to Elsa’s ever-chugging train: her mound was pleasing to her eyes.
Anna reached up and untied her hair, which promptly fell across her shoulders, covering her nipples.
Elsa has to remind herself to swallow.

It was at that point, while remembering to breathe, that Elsa remembered to make room for her baby sister.
She grabbed hold of the bathtub and sat upright, revealing her chest.
Anna’s eyes travelled to her sister’s breasts and there was a hint of her eyes widening.
She looked away.
“Anna, it’s okay. Come get in before you catch a chill”
Elsa had larger breasts then Anna and a shape that Elsa had grown to love over the years.
Out of the two sisters, it seemed, Elsa had inherited this trait from her mother.

Anna, quite slowly, stepped one foot before the other and lowered herself down gently into the bath.
A few moments of an uneasy silence passed between the two as they got comfortable but before long, it was as if they were anywhere having a conversation at any time.
Elsa forgot her mantra and Anna let go of being shy.
The two spoke about their parents, about Olaf being a hit with the children and how they spent their summers in the forests beyond the castle.
There was no mention of Hans, the incident with the eternal winter or the guard.
For the first time in forever, Elsa felt something she had never felt before: a sense of belonging. She felt that here, in this bubble, in this very moment, was where she belonged.

O, the guilt was there indeed!
It had not left Elsa despite the joy their conversation had brought her.
It lingered in the air; it hovered above her with every light touch that their bodies made.
Elsa couldn’t properly conceive her love for her sister, not yet at this point in time. That would come later.
Now, she could feel the guilt behind her chest, pumping it’s way through her system via the cortisol in her veins.
Anna had been feeling a similar sensation; only chest had pained her in her anxious mind.
There was something enchanting about her older sister, something electric, something supernatural that seemed to possess her.
What was this, she had wondered, looking at the way Elsa’s nipple sat above water.
Was this simple admiration or something deeper?
The thought of finding another woman attractive was alien to her, let alone the idea of being intimate with one.
Anna pushed it out of her mind and the two continued their conversation.
The two of them laughed and splashed each other as they talked.
And each of them separately thought it was the most beautiful experience they’ve shared together.

To Be Continued…

 

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Pixie, Part IV

 

Pixie herself was laying flat on the ground, her chest rising and falling in quick succession…

 

 

When Pixie rolled off me, the cool air of the evening hit my face.

It was startling but refreshing, for my face felt as if it were burning.
Every other inch of me was on fire so I was thankful for Pixie’s juices keeping my face cool and wet.
Pixie herself was laying flat on the ground, her chest rising and falling in quick succession.
Looking at her, there was a voice in my head that kept saying something that made my stomach knot – This is your half sister, this is your half sister. Like some emergency beacon in my body that pulsated through me every few seconds. Or maybe that was my aching cunt pulsating.

Yes, that was it. I was throbbing. I was hot. God help me, I needed to come.
No, you need to get out of here, a voice was telling me from somewhere within.
I couldn’t move though, only gasp for that sweet air.

Pixie rolled on her side to face me, her breasts swaying forward with her movement. Her eyes met mine again and after a moment of regarding me, she giggled.
“Fuck” She said, breathless. “You’re amazing”
The words seemed to travel up my body in chills. Or maybe that was the cool breeze of the evening.
I didn’t know what to respond with so I just smiled back at her.
“Touch yourself for me”

The words knocked me out of my daze and I looked up from the ground at her.
“W-what?”
“You heard me”
The chills in my body kept traveling up my body, it seemed. They ran their course up to my nipples and then began again from my toes back up my body.
“No, I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I’ve never had an audience. It’s not something I -“
Pixie lashed out, striking my left breast with her open palm. The pain stung.

“What the fuck, Pixie?”
“Do it”
“I told you-“
Pixie struck me again, this time my right breast. The pain was more intense this time – it forced my eyes shut.
“Do you want another?”
“What is this?”
Pixie reached around and struck my ass. I couldn’t help it, a cry shot up out of my mouth. Blinding naked pain was suddenly all over me.

“Do. You. Want. Another?”
“Jesus, no. No!”
“Then…show me how you like it.”

I reached out a hand – a shaky hand – and slowly moved it down to my slit.
Pixie watched my expression closely. Something in her eyes had changed. She seemed…different somehow. A different mind.
I didn’t realise how wet I was. My index finger was covered in my thick creamy juices. I held it up to examine it, a thin string of my excitement reaching back down to my cunt from my finger.

Pixie giggled and lowered her mouth over my finger, her breasts resting against my arm.
She slurped greedily on my finger. I could feel her tongue swish around, cleaning every spot. Then she rose from where she was, back on her knees. I could see her own cunt glisten in the light as she did so.

“Continue” was all she said.

I can’t remember much of that time then. I remember the world giving away as I stroked my clit. I remember pinching and twisting my nipples that took me to places I have never been before.
I remember Pixie’s eyes watching me. Eagerly. Hungrily. Though angelic, she looked fierce. Watching me like a parent watching a child walk.
It was more than that though, she look possessed. Like me. I was possessed. Possessed by something that guided my hands over my nipples. Over my clit, into myself.

I remember thinking that I couldn’t remember the last time I was this soaked.
My fingers slipped right in as I pounded myself with my fingers. It wasn’t enough, I remember myself thinking, but it was all I had. And I was close.
Pixie must’ve seen this because she slapped my hand away.
I was startled, my whole body quivering, but I stayed still.

“You will come on my command. Not a moment sooner.” A voice said. Hers. Confident, assured.
She watched me closely for a moment, studying me. When she felt sure I was no longer close, she let me go play again.

The forest disappeared and Pixie and I were floating through time and space. Just floating

floating

clenching. It’s too much. I feel her wet mouth on my thigh and…

I feel a sharp pain. A pinching sensation. Only it’s not my hands, it’s Pixie’s.
She’s tugging on my nipples again, stretching it further, further. Her mouth is hovering over my cunt now. When did she move towards me? Te pain blocks me from remembering.
Again I came close and again Pixie told me no. Something in me froze when she did. I had to wait till I could build myself up again.

“Do it..” I can hear myself say.
My voice sounds distant – light years away.
That’s when I feel it. Her tongue trailing up my thigh, ever so slowly. My body reacts, tensing backwards. More pain. But I am paralysed. My clit spasms in anticipation.

“ Do it.”
“What do you say?” Her voice coos from far away.
“..what?”
“I don’t have times to play games, missy. What. Do. You. Say?”
I could feel a sting on my ass for every pause she took. I tried to move, tried to wiggle around but I felt heavy.
My vision was blurry and looking around at the darkening forest just made everything around me seem to spin. What was going on?
Something came to my mind then. Something possessing clarity when everything else in my mind was topsy turvy. A loud thought of mine? I don’t know.

One word will set you free, it said to me.

Then I knew what to do. I wanted it so bad, goddamnit. Every inch of my flesh was burning for it. I would kill for it, I really would. Just to get that release.
“Please do it, please..”

I felt her tongue hit my clit and almost instantly I came. A scream came out of me and tore through the trees.
My head smacked backwards into the dirt as my body tensed. And as my body tensed, I could feel my juices shoot out with every muscle contract.
No, it wasn’t juices. A wave of panic washed over me as I realised it was urine coming out of me.
“I’m so sorry” I cried out again and again.

But Pixie was giggling as the stream hit her face. She seemed to enjoy having it smack her face and run down her tits.
With that, I collapsed back into a daze. Back into being paralysed. Back into the Earth.

Back under her command.

Pixie, Part II

Pixie


Our eyes met as her hand rested on mine. Without warning, Pixie slid the dress from under my hand and tossed it off to the side. The dress flying off to the side sent a quick breeze across my body. It shot across my stomach.

I covered myself again, folding my arms across my breasts. I could feel the hardness of my nipples against my arm but I shock it out of my head.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I shouted at her.

Pixie just smiled as she rose to her feet, looked me in the eye and slid off her dress, revealing her pale nude body.

I was dumbfounded. I stood looking at her for a moment before my eyes fell downwards, skimming across her small, perky breasts, flat stomach and trimmed landing strip.

The words caught in my throat as I looked at her standing there before and as she started to move towards me, I found them. “Go home”

“No.”

“Get dressed and go home.”

No” A little more defiantly this time.

“Listen to me, Pixie”

Pixie hooked one leg around mine and began to sit on me. I shot up and in doing so, she slid down into me, our stomach’s touching. We were face to face.

With her face just inches away from mine, I could see her lips trembling.

“What are you doing?” I said to her. It came out in a whisper.

Her eyes darted back and forth, closely watch mine.

“Get dressed, Pixie.”

I felt fingers trailing up under my thigh. It felt soft and tender like I haven’t felt in a while. The maddening thing was I wanted it more – I wanted that touch, that exact touch and everything about it, but not from my younger half sister. Not that.

When her fingers reached the bottom of my slit, I shot upwards, rolling her off onto the ground and crawling across to my dress.

I grabbed the dress and went to pull it over my head when Pixie came over, pushed me gently on my back and sat on me again, smiling at me with a cheeky grin.

“No. Bad”

“This isn’t a game, Pixie”

But she was already kissing up my stomach. Her wet mouth trailed up my flesh until it hit my nipples and I couldn’t help but buckle at how she flicked her tongue across me. How I managed to grab her by the hips in that delicious frenzy, I do not know but I did – and it was futile. She climbed up my chest until her young cunt was resting on my lips. She was soaking. Her juices ran over my nose and dribbled down my lips.

Yet still I struggled to fight her off.

Though her legs were clamped around my ears, I could hear her sigh.

“Bitch..” she muttered.

Did she just call me that? Pixie? The shy girl that hung out with herself at family parties? Who barely spoke a word in social situations?

She fiercely grabbed my hands and held them in the air. She began gyrating into my mouth. I felt her slit open on my lips.

With every force in my body, I threw her off. She tumbled across from me, landing into a pile of leaves. When she lifted her head up to look at me, she looked angry. Hurt.

“You’re beautiful” was all she could say. “I just wanted you to make me feel like you felt that day”

I couldn’t respond, I could smell her on my lips and it threw me off. My sister’s arousal was all over my face. The idea scared me and excited me at the same time.

Before I could even react, let alone say anything, my tongue flicked up to catch the taste of her on my mouth. It was peculiar, yet sweet. I wanted more. God help me, I wanted more.

But that was wrong. She needed to go back home. We both needed to get home to our parents before our mum wondered where we were.

I picked up my dress and started to walk away.

“Let’s go – and never speak of this again” I said, shaking the leaves off my dress.

That’s when I felt my feet go out from under me

and down

down

down I fell.

To be concluded…