CHAPER WARNING: Incest, sexual education, defloration, fingering, cunnilingus, hair pulling, scissoring, multiple orgasms, squirting and other kinky stuff.

NOTE: Another long chapter, but this hopefully won't be a thing as the story goes further one. Another incestuous taboo will be trespassed, readers' discretion is advised. Also, I've heard some bad things about Frozen 2, but hopefully you will enjoy it. HAPPY FROZEN 2!

~ CHAPTER TWO ~

As the eyes of the teenager opened, her reveries turned around from the calm of unconsciousness to a much posted sense of shock looming with causing turmoil in her head. She fell asleep thinking about it, the disclosure, the sensations ... and doubts; it was only a few hours, but she was already as awake as her curiosity. A prying impulse preempted her from wasting a second off her clothes and unpresentable to leave her bedroom even when her nerves were killing her. Clara had no idea of what to expect from her mothers that morning or how to exactly behave in front of them, so she dissimulated her misgivings with a silent indifference for when entering the dining room. She would not define herself as a victim of such a scandalous quandary considering how much she had enjoyed herself, even so, part of her heart was hurt by the honesty that she had not sought until that night of what Elsa thought of her as her daughter. Being a disappointment was not what she wanted to hear, but those dirty games became more relevant in that same heart without being what she expected to discover.

'Keep it together Clara. You can't be naughty with your mothers right now.' The teenager tried to quell herself, being the images in her head a bit more inordinate than any usual temptation. Comportment and diction were manners easily mastered, yet, those were things she only reserved for the time to be in front of an adult or her mother came. But what could she do when it came to that same woman the reason she could lose control of her actions? These recently discovered proclivities were affecting her body anew, she wanted to play with herself again, the images and sounds kept fresh like the night breeze still in the air. 'Oh, gosh. What am I gonna do?'

Her mother was already sitting at the table, meditative and peaceful as any other day at that time of the morning. But the simple glance made Clara begin to feel a sweaty sensation about to run down her forehead. She was calm, almost immobile at the entrance of the corridor, and her breathing was not agitated for her own relief. Yet her world was wobbling inside of her.

"Clara?" The platinum blonde mildly called who also catching a glimpse back at the cautious girl.

Hearing that voice made the teenager shake her head and flutter. "Oh... Mother. Um..." A shy smile graced her countenance. "Hi." A disquiet titter came afterwards.

Elsa wouldn't have paid much attention to the obvious concern that her daughter denoted were it not because she had not moved an inch from the place she was standing. "Well, will you just stay there?" Elsa asked before taking a sip from her porcelain cup.

"Oh, right." As she walked to the table, Clara also discerned someone was missing. "Hey, where is...?"

"BOO!"

An abrupt chill made Clara jump like a terrified cat in reaction to being caught by a pair of hands on each forearm. "Ah Fu... !" The young woman covered her lips properly with her fingers before finishing her exclamation, her mom's buffoonery was the last thing her nerves were waiting for, but she remembered the language she had to hold near Elsa almost like a major reflex ironically. And so much so for an ironic surprise, it was quite queer to see her mother not only reacting to the foolish jests from Anna by almost choking with her tea to finish with a brief giggle but also participating in them. Although startled at the beginning, a necessary alleviation took place out of that scene for Clara, something she welcomed, so she decided to let herself be carried away by the lack of seriousness that her mothers surely maintained since last night. "Okay, I see what's going on here now!" She chuckled receiving a kiss on the cheek from her mom. "Morning, mom."

"Good morning, sleepyhead. Good night, wasn't it? I thought you were going to be snoring 'til midday." Anna said while sitting with her daughter next to Elsa.

"And miss a good cup of hot chocolate? No way, it's my breakfast, not yours!"

"You are so mean. I just wanted to try a little bit more than usual." Anna confessed with false sorrow.

"Better luck next time." Were the teen's last words while raising her cup.

A good amount of jam and honey were smeared on the boule de pain slices in the table. Elsa had already finished her breakfast, but Clara and Anna seemed to never finish once the sweet taste of a food touched their tongues, this did not bother her in the slightest since she liked to chat quietly with her sister and daughter before continuing with her daily tasks, and sometimes just to contemplate them in silence as they shared their mutual eloquence.

After swallowing a piece of bread, Clara asked. "So... How was your quarrel last night?" The question seemed precipitated by the way in which both women looked at each other in an almost doubtful way before answering the adolescent, she realized that a little late, nevertheless she tried to remedy her error. "Oh, it's alright. Whatever you have in mind, I'll respect it."

Elsa exhaled. "No, Clara. It's not alright and it's not that simple. I know your intentions behind the accommodating conduct from these last days and at this point you must understand these deceptive practices are not corresponding to a young lady, it is childish and offensive... "

The stringent tone of Elsa's words stipulated an attention that Clara wanted to reciprocate, still she has lost track of the meaning of the sounds that her mother emitted to focus with peculiarity on the lips from which they came. Everything seemed a lie, there was no authentic decency in her sermons, not when that mouth formed a grimace of pleasure when urinated by others and herself, that specious modesty did not deserve respect. 'She can't be serious right now. How can she talk to me like this? What the hell does this...'

"You understand what I mean?"

"What? S-sorry! I mean... yes..." Clara took a deep breath and stated. "I will not try to abuse your trust towards me ever again." She placed her hand over the one of her mother, truly wanting to be honest with her own words. "I promise."

Elsa sighed lightly. Words were easy to dismiss, but the gesture her daughter showed may represent a sign of genuine maturity. "This is important, Clara. More for you than it is for me. You have to be a good girl wholeheartedly."

The young girl saw as her mother covered her hand with her own free one.

"You must understand what I have to do now... You'll be objurgated." Elsa had not considered going back to having to think of a way to reprimand her child since she had reached her adolescent stage. In spite of being strict, she was also gentle, and when the moment of disciplining an unruly girl arrived, Anna took it upon herself to assert her will. This time her sister shared some of the guilt, however, even though she was an accomplice in encouraging their daughter, Elsa saw no other alternative.

It was clear for Anna they raised an exceptional child, she could harmonize with both her mother and her mom, and having to live with herself personifying Elsa for a while would be just another game between them as long as the real platinum blonde has them at sight.

~ o ~

While Clara scrubbed and washed the dishes as she would've to do for the next days after lunch, Anna helped her sister with her bodice by buttoning both ends underneath her cleavage that she wanted to keep well covered even though her having her ankles exposed would be the cause of a public scandal. Elsa never sought to highlight her persona in the least, whenever someone wondered about that beautiful lady who never seemed to welcome spontaneous friendship with ostentatious men nor outsiders they would've to appeal to people like Gainor Boivin, whose reception went another step than a simple unwelcome one for such pretentious aspirants. The rumors of bad omen settled down during the first years, but only prevailed the sad and respectful understanding that this woman was a widow whose vow of chastity she would keep until death with her companion of equal beauty, although less enigmatic.

"I am going to withdraw the small amount of gold that we've insured in the bank. I'll have a meeting with the notary we hired for the affidavit of our home after that. It will be safer for us to have our wealth here for a while." Elsa assured placing a whalebone busk in the middle of her bodice, it was a love token Clara recommended to her mom for their anniversary many years ago and since then she wore it with charm and secretion.

"Why is that?" Clara asked.

"Nothing... I'm just... a little concerned about the reliability of our bullions being of foreign coinage." The older woman clarified.

"Is it because of the newly arrived nobility?" The teenager procured already expecting a lie of any sort.

"No, no... It's just a personal matter, there's nothing to really worry about."

"Honestly?" Clara talked back with a persistence about to turn irritating.

"No need to press any further, Clara." Anna interrupted and proceeded with a whisper. "You already know her." Elsa wanted to feel tetchy with this last remark from her sister, but it was helpful overall.

"If you say so..." Clara said persuaded to cease with the inane questions.

Before Elsa's egress, the three of them stood next to the family cart. "Well, see you two later. Clara, I wish you to have an essay ready about what has been discussed this morning." The teen nodded upon listening her words. "I also want to take a look at those novels you bought yesterday, little one. My library is getting quite predictable as well."

"I bet we'll enjoy them, mother." Answered the young girl as her mothers shared a kiss, which made her blush and look at another direction shyly.

Elsa covered her hair with a bonnet before whipping the horse and part from the cottage. Every time she turned around to see them, Anna and Clara saluted her to inspire as much confidence as possible, which made Elsa smile.

"It wasn't that bad, wasn't it?" The teen asked her mom.

"The yelling or your scolding?" Anna replied as she turned back into the house.

Clara sighed evidently frustrated with everything currently going on. "I can't believe her anymore."

"You know she has good reasons to be like that."

"Yeah, but I'll like to know them with precision..." Clara huffed. "I know her childhood wasn't that nice because of our... distinctiveness, but I know how to be cautious with it already. Isn't this the reason why she's like this all the time?"

"I'm sorry I can't tell you much more, baby." Anna answered noticing how upset and rather distant the young girl was from her usual zest. "You feel alright?"

"Uh, sure... Hm, I'm going to visit Mr Boivin. I haven't heard about Adela for too long now."

"I don't know how their relationship is doing, Clara... I don't know how he's doing either to be honest. I haven't had a talk with that man in months." Anna found this weird from her daughter, but thanks to her permissive posture and the fact that, although distant, Boivin was a trustworthy person, she couldn't forbid her.

"Neither do I, but there's only one way to find out, isn't it? It won't take long. I'm going to send him greetings from your part." Clara said already walking away after taking a look at the cart receding in the distance.

"Alright, sweetie-pie. You take care."

"Please..." The teenager smiled at her mom's absurdities.

"Don't think for a second you can count on me for your chores either!" Anna yelled.

"Hey, I think there are some dirty clothes today as well. That's not part of my labors for what I remember!" Clara derisively laughed without looking back.

~ o ~

Adela was one of the few friends from her childhood her mother didn't consider carrying scabies that could represent a peril for Clara's growth. Remembering this last detail about her infancy made her think on how repressive her mother was whilst holding a genteel expression when talking to a her. 'Maybe it was harder for her.' Clara thought not being able to bethink about any other feeling but sadness coming out of Elsa's mouth with her words when she told her she should stay away from certain children or she would have to punish her, this last observation coming to her as a result of an occasion when she as a toddler had no familiarity with the significance of a kind petition for obedience nor how it could turn into a demand for compliance. She was an obeying child nonetheless, it was distressing for her mother to be this strict, and Clara knew too well it wasn't a mood she wanted to place her in.

While crossing the Ha-Ha separating both properties, Clara was able to witness the worn out dovecote were Adela and her used to play before she left, birds still nested and sheltered there even when the moss grew on the rocky walls. It wasn't an old structure, Adela's father had commissioned its construction before she was born a couple of year before her mothers decided to settle there.

Being a few steps from Mr Boivin's homestead, the young girl thought again about the real reason why she went there, she needed answers more than ever about the past. Her mother's answers were always blur, like wanting to blot out the notion of any event previous to their arrival to Letharsalles, but it wasn't a secret anymore, and her attention couldn't be dissuaded. She could've surmise many things from yesterday's revelations, it wasn't hard to imagine how to arrange the pieces of the puzzle between her mother having magical abilities and her relationship with her mom, which were secrets that she learned not to trust anyone since she learned the seriousness of such matters. She was never going to mention again the way they slept together, held hands and kissed as men and women do, which was the only socially acceptable thing. Their love was forbidden and, although she couldn't see anything wrong with it, she vowed never to talk about it with anyone. When she was old enough to understand how incomprehensible their love was, Clara thought of it as something very romantic, straight out of one of the novels she had begun to read around that time, although love between women wasn't something she had ever witnessed before anywhere, not even in fiction. It was special and it made her happy, and beyond that there was nothing more important. Then, there was the magic, she could've been the luckiest child in the world, what was only reserved for her eyes was something that wouldn't happen again outside her home, fairy tales and rumors could've mean nothing without the stimulation Elsa represented towards what was extraordinary in this life of dreariness. It meant so much for Clara to be her mother's daughter, she could not help making her wishes come true. As soon as she was capable of casting her own spells with a definite amount of virtuosity, her mom was captivated as the first witness of her potential, yet the bond between Clara and her mother changed forever.

"Hello? Mr Boivin. Are you home?" Clara called up after not receiving an answer from the main door.

"Who is there?" The middle aged man asked hoarsely from one of the multiple stables for different animals.

"Hello? It's me, Clara." She said approaching the only open cowshed. In there, she saw a moderate pile of wool on a wheelbarrow and Boivin practicing a method that consisted of a ration of ground coal and vinegar in order to heal the cuts caused to sheared animals with a sheep.

"Child! What are you doing here? Yesterday I talked to your mother about the cadastre and she left with the humor of a harridan after I mentioned the procession in town. Good to see it didn't scale up, right? Hehe!" The rugged man chuckled while he continued heeding the animal in his hands.

"Yeah..." Clara followed the flow, not wanting to talk about how she was even forbidden to be there. "And how are you doing today, sir? It's been a time."

Gainor Boivin was a busy man although his careless appearance did not indicate it, most of his day was dedicated to fulfill the multiple tasks that life as a peasant could grant, his life was dedicated to the countryside, from his humble origins as the son of another landlord until his return from the status of nobility that was granted to his family after several generations of loyal service to Letharsalles. Through Adela, Clara learned how her parents met because of the position he held for a while in the high society and how the resignation of this ended the marriage.

With prudence, the teenager asked about the first days of her mothers' stay in the kingdom explaining how reluctant Elsa could become about that kind of affairs. But, as time passed, insobriety continued to determine the answers, clearly the landlord knew more than he mentioned or at least did not seek to bring light to his assumptions. For a courtly person like Boivin linguistically speaking, the idiocy did not fit with his panorama of the facts according to Clara, it was more obvious than his lack of interest for clarifications to his own suspicions in case of being ignorant all those years. He knew that her mothers, or at least the oldest, came from a gentry, she never reformed her manners, so she never sought to fit socially with the people around her, and Boivin being a gentleman inside would be willing not only to offer hospitality on his property, but also to disprove gossips about his then tenants. At the eyes of the adolescent, Elsa did the right thing in trusting Gainor Boivin if she pretended to slip past and enjoy the degenerate privilege she sought in the privacy of a secure home.

"I wanted to know about Adela too, I miss her more every day." The teen mooted while caressing the sheep already sheared.

"She has not written in several months, maybe her aspirations in the royal academy are distracting her a lot. And what did your mother decide for your future, child?" Gainor asked mulling over Clara's age.

"I have to think things over a little bit..." Clara lied in regards to her oldest dilemma. "Has your relationship improved since she left with her mother?"

"I want to believe so, she is more interested in writing to you for the number of paragraphs that your letters seem to have. How paradoxical to think that she is receiving a grandiloquent education and at the same time forgetting about her father." Gainor reflected with a tone that Clara found too melancholy.

"Maybe she's planning something special, maybe she's thinking of a surprise visit." The young girl suggested with a desire to raise the spirits childishly even for her expectations.

Gainor was already aware of Clara's doubts. He didn't know exactly what was her recent curiosity about something that everybody who ever wondered must have taken for granted several years ago, but he would not be responsible for informing her more than what he judged pertinent coming from him.

"You seem to worry too much for what you can learn about your mother, but maybe you should take in consideration if it concerns you in the first place. If there's something she or Anna didn't talk to you about, there's nothing this old man can aid you with either."

Clara nodded. It ended up being a futile visit, but at least she wasn't going to leave more discomfited. "Have a good evening, Mr Boivin. It was nice to talk to you. Anna sends her regards as well." She waved off before the middle aged man carried on for another bibulous interlude.

Upon leaving, Clara felt sad for Boivin, after his divorce he not only lost his wife, but also his daughter. The constant fights that took place in his homestead regarding the future of Adela ended up breaking his family apart. As a courtesan of Letharsalles, it wouldn't be difficult for the mother of her friend to accredit her to live her adulthood in the gentry. This made Clara think Elsa had no real reason to feel devotion, not to mention affection, for the peasant life as Gainor did, not more than a sense of rejection towards royalty perhaps bigger than the one he had. 'But why?'

Coming closer to the dovecote, she remembered the multiple times Adela confessed her desire to live as a princess, like the ones from their fairy tales, it meant much more for her than it could mean for Clara who was happy enough with her life. Once she told her friend how her mothers also kissed like any other parents in love did, but Adela took it as a lie that, according to her father, Clara made up to not feel so different under the wardship of two women. It was not common for her to be tempted to lie, but keeping secrets almost mandatory surely took away from her the image of an honest girl. 'There was nothing I could've done about it.' The teen thought watching the birds fluttering in the mistreated structure.

"Magic..." Clara whispered remembering the chanticleer materialized out of the upshot of her will through living snow. Her first cackling creation filled her with gratification, so she continued with several dormice. She still remembered Anna's expression as if it had been the first time her eyes had witnessed the unimaginable becoming a truth that she could hold in her hands. If only Elsa, as her only afflatus, had the same reception, the gaiety of her dream life would have lasted forever. The joy of a breezy existence ended with her mother deeming her actions witchcraft and her brainchildren as little more than vermin. Something woke up in her mother, and it constrained Clara to be more like Elsa. Then, she reminisced about the lyrics intoned by a melodic voice dedicated to her; it felt like sharp ice in a way she wanted to forget right after.

~ o ~

With the end of winter, Clara would soon use the scullery to fulfill her household works. It was nicer to be exposed to the wind waving over the meadow as if it wanted to offer a merciful spectacle beyond the silence she couldn't find soothing indoor. But even the horizon with its psithurism could become stressful for someone who wasn't looking to take a nap under a tree after being done with chores, that's the moment when books would have to assert their price, or distract the teenager from the words spoken to her by that old vassal, words that she kept in the back of her head all along, not knowing their meaning, yet allowing a feeling of frustration grow because of them.

The teenager sat in the living room with her mom, who, due to a still unsettled climate, could not wait for the clothes line to fulfill its purpose that day. Anna passed a charcoal iron over the recently used garments, it seemed funny not to have to use a lot of bleach due to the time her clothes were kept wet with urine, that practice for removing stains seemed unpleasant to her since she was aware of it, nevertheless she kept smiling knowing how much she had enjoyed being so dirty with Elsa last night, and how it helped her not to feel annoyed with Clara for having to do all the chores that day. It was difficult for the adolescent to focus on the written words that her gaze passed through, between her memories and recent discoveries a storm was forming in her head and Anna could've told there was something serious happening with her daughter at that moment. In turn, the brief answers her daughter gave to her about what she was thinking were unpleasant for Anna. The girl was an avid reader, but she did not usually deny a talk to her even though her eyes were encased in the pages of a book. Something truly serious was going on with her; there was no need to be told about it, though precise reasons could only be taken in one way.

"I don't like it when you exercise your farouche with me, Clara. What is it with you already?" Anna asked with an almost severe and at the same time sympathetic tone.

"I don't know if I should tell you." The teenager said in a trembling voice. Secretly, she kept thinking from the beginning of the afternoon in the possible consequence of having been discovered while peeping on her mothers. What would've happened? She would've kept frozen in her place while her mom went out of the barn with firm steps. An aghast whisper or an astound shout, somehow she was going to hear her, and her mother wouldn't have to ask herself the reason why Anna came out of the barn naked in the middle of the night.

"If you can, then do it. I promise you I won't get mad if you haven't broken something this time around." She was looking to progress slightly; she wanted to encourage her daughter to be open without pressing her. "You did something you shouldn't?"

"No... not... Oh, gosh!" The teen looked at the ceiling taking a breath of air, if she was going to say something, she should be sure to use the right words. "Not... more than you." She relieved her lungs, cursing herself afterwards.

"Oh... Then it can't be that wrong." Anna smiled lightly, not believing herself.

Clara finally felt it was enough; she wasn't going to behave like a liar with the person she trusted the most. "I saw you last night... with mother." She confessed with goosebumps, dropping the book in her hands. She shouldn't clarify more than what her nervousness implied.

The silence after her last words was unbearable for the adolescent more than any other time in her life until Anna spoke again.

"It was true then, you were there." Anna understood. For her it was no coincidence, the saddle turned out to be a practical idea to end the melancholy of her daughter. She was not sure how things would continue after that crucial event for the life of the three of them; she was exhausted thinking about the consequences, so she only chose the reasons for her actions.

"Yes." The young girl looked away, not wanting to face her mom, wanting to hide and keep in reclusion. She imagined what would've happened that night, she would've been dragged in front of her mother, but instead of being naked, terrified and humiliated in the most enthralling way that she wasn't able to conceive, Elsa would resurge the maternal side that howled the children. The platinum blonde would not be naked on the floor when Anna, equally exposed, brought their daughter by the arm to answer in front of both for her lack of respect towards their privacy. The hiatus after the averment extended itself for several seconds between them. 'Just say something!' Clara exclaimed inside as her throat closed.

"And how was it?"

"Huh?" Clara wasn't sure of what she just heard. Her own thoughts were clouding her senses and the fear began to affect her body like the cold that shook the fragile and exposed bodies. But maybe she was still the only person who suffered in this way.

Coming closer to her child, Anna asked. "What did you think about what you saw?"

"I don't know. It's..." The teen didn't know how to finish her sentence.

"How did it make you feel?" At the hesitation of her daughter, Anna continued with one last word. "G-good?"

Maybe it was the most accurate word, and it came from her mom. "Sorry..." The teen apologized unnecessarily considering that she did nothing more than stare. If she had done something beyond that, such as interrupting or exposing herself, it was more a fantasy than a question what could've happened. At that point, everything that could've come last night was spinning in her mind, Elsa's face reacting as if her daughter was the most frightening thing she had ever seen, not because of the child presented in front of her, but herself as the object of excessive lust which she has become freely and openly, disregarding all she built up at the eyes of Clara, all just to please Anna; searching and even demanding to be satisfied as a slave of her own libido, like the victim of a personal hex.

"No, no… that's.. I..." The older girl wavered. She was very familiar with the sense of guilt she thought was consuming her daughter, and how to fix it. "Y-you were just yourself." Her hand rose and moved to the blushing face of the teenager looking to hold her chin and turn her gaze to her mom. "You don't have to feel bad… necessarily speaking." She continued as both pairs of eyes focused on each other, looking for a meaning to what was recently said. "Now you know what we are like… and I think it was about time you do so. We, your mother and I, experienced many things when we were young, around your age sort of less." She whispered regaining the sense of humor this maternal situation needed coming from her part. "We were so damn naive and childish… but we couldn't let any idea of wrongdoing put us down and makes us feel miserable and guilty. You understand what I'm trying to say?" Anna asked her daughter, who couldn't understand her mom's words as much as she would've liked the teenager to do, but they resulted conciliating for the girl, Clara stopped trembling with fear in her seat. But Anna was the one who began to find it difficult to bring herself out now. She cleared her throat and continued. "Do you, Clara?" Anna asked again noticing how Clara's breathing calmed down, her breath touching her face after she trespassed the teen's personal space.

"I… I will not feel bad next to you." The teenager affirmed sniffing a little bit at mere second of tearing.

"Neither would I when I'm with you, I promise." Then she held Clara's chin, pursed her lips and kissed her daughter's forehead. It was a long kiss, one meant to assure them both trustfulness and familiarity.

Clara was appeased, but very confused still by the innuendo due to her sight being directed to Anna's cleavage, it made her smile slightly wishing to look away.

"You want to try something new today, like the way adults have fun? It seems you are just at the right time to… explore such ways." Anna considered biting her lower lip and contemplating the modestly dressed figure of her daughter briefly. The older girl took into account that it would not take much for the stature of both to be similar, being Elsa's daughter, she could even stretch out over her eyes one good day.

After brief seconds, the young girl breathed out. "I think so..." She replied nodding and feeling childish in an ironic manner. A negative would be excessive as well as an eager confirmation, but she couldn't deny her mom. The girl turned her head without removing her mother's fingers still under her lips to see towards the front door. Her pulse quickened as she remembered something, or rather someone who wouldn't be pleased with that current situation. "M-mom, mother may..."

"Where is your mother?" Anna interrupted her child, fondling the soft chin between her fingers.

Clara shuddered at the doubt, but was unable to remove herself from her mom's touch. She started to turn her eyes to any direction. "I-I don't know, that's why I don't..."

Not being able to make her capture the hint, the older girl resorted to a more direct method. "She's not here right now, isn't she?"

Although naive, Clara was not stupid. She knew what her mother wanted from her and it made her heartbeat begin to rumble in her chest taking strength with every second. "No...?" She assured knowing how to subsequently reply.

"So, where is she?" Anna continued, turning her daughter's face to stare at her.

"Not here." The teen lowered her head and risked a simper.

"Good. Let's start with your clothes then." Anna indicated giving enough space to watch her daughter undress in her entirety. "Take them off." She ordered rigorously. Clara did not seek to oppose even though her shyness slowed her fingers as she untied her black bodice. The young woman gave her best effort to respect her mother's demand, but her awkwardness in serving punctually gave her little time to remove her upper garment before Anna spoke again. "Faster, child." Then the teen started to hesitate knowing her loose white chemise came next, but luckily she could proceed with her shoes. Clumsily, her daughter kept her balance on one foot trying to remove one shoe at a time. "Oh, you can't be..." Upset with the unavailing erotic exhibition, the older girl approached her daughter, closing her hands over her chemise and pulling from her clear shift until she tore it in half, exposing Clara's cleavage. That was quite staggering for them both, the thin layer of remnant modesty had broken a little more.

"Hey! Wait…!" Clara shouted shocked, but not scared, she wasn't going to miss some pieces of her clothing if the reward was proper enough, but Anna's impulses would be best to keep at bay.

"You want me to stop, to stop at all?" Anna questioned an ultimatum.

"No…" The teen breathed out holding on her ruined shift.

"Then behave like the naughty girl you are. You don't have a word in this, not for a disavowal. Either way, you should not be so scandalized. Remember that it would not be the first time you would be naked in front of me; I was practically the one who changed your diapers." The young mom scolded waving her finger with condescension.

Clara ignored the humiliating attitude of her mom to focus on what was going to come next. "What will you do with me?" Clara asked, considering the abruptness with which Anna acted before her ineptitude. "You… you will not make me pee myself, right?" The teen's nerves started to show up thinking about what the way of adults to have fun could represent.

Feeling somewhat chagrined to be remembered how her daughter saw everything that happened last night, Anna couldn't help but to look away and hide a giggle. "Imagine." She said now staring back at Clara's cleavage. "Were you just staring at us?"

The teenager took a deep breath. "No…" She responded loosening her grip and confessing herself. "I was playing with myself too"

The older girl whistled silently and looked her daughter back in the eyes. "Show me." She ordered Clara. "Let's continue with that, huh? Something… Familiar." Anna recommended as she displaced the sadiron to a safe place and took a seat next to the damp garments.

Discarding the rest of her clothes, Clara exposed her slim body completely. The fine hairs that covered her arms and legs were bristling, but her composure was decided, Clara did not need to hinder her situation showing weakness or at least that's what she told to herself. 'She's my mom, it doesn't make sense for me to behave like this in front of her.'

"Are you ready?" The young girl asked.

"Do your best." Anna said hiding her growing anxiety and expectations about the show her daughter was going to give her.

"Okay ..." Clara sighed, moving her feet off of her dress. Kneeling by the table seemed the most appropriate way to imitate her stance from last night. "I was like this and…" Just after placing her cold fingers in her vagina, the teenager was shocked by a chill that she did not premeditate because of the suddenness of the desire to please instead of enjoying as last night. "Oh…!" Still, this did not turn out to be a setback. While she was rubbing her fingertips slowly against her vulva, the warmth of her lower part prevailed in the contact and gradually expanded through her exposed body, causing her heart to start beating at a higher rate than what undressing in front of someone has already done. Her sighs were also highlighted with a sonorous and profound way when she noticed the growing humidity that came from the hole protected by small lips that were caressed from one side to the other with small circles whose speed increased slowly. "Ngh…" The nails of her left hand began to try to bury themselves in the solid wooden surface of the table that Clara used to maintain balance. Her head began to lean forward and her eyes to close, she needed to focus on what she wanted, a quick orgasm but good enough to fight the shame of being so lascivious with a woman that did not inspire a greater sense of modesty and caused her a greater sense of embarrassment. "Mom..."

"Go on…" Anna silently encouraged by paying full attention to the effect that a simple way of masturbation had on the girl. It was an exciting time without a doubt, but if she had to be honest with herself, she knew that she could not wait for more. This last reflection was ruining her interest slightly, but that had its solution, it only needed for Clara to finish with herself first. "Take your time; do not worry about anything, alright?"

"Oh… goodnessss…" Clara felt that she was only seconds away from cumming. Her fingers were shaking violently over her inexperienced femininity with even larger circles, capturing her outer labia and even hitting her thighs with the tips of her fingers. The sounds of wet clicks were also heard from between her legs making Clara open her eyes slightly. The sight was rewarding, it was the first time she was glad to be causing a mess by wetting the floor and part of her feet with the clammy segregation of her pussy being shaken all over by her hands that she would swear were now moving of their own volition. "Just a little moooore… yeeeeesssnngh…!"

"Good girl… show me how you came watching us." Anna grinned beholding her daughter reach her peak.

The words coming from her mom's mouth triggered the teenager's imagination again forcing Clara to close her eyes tight again. Elsa was smiling on the barn's floor with a naïve anticipation of their half completed games to continue after Anna concluded whatever occurrence that has caught her attention in the exterior, just to be presented with the vision that only an arrogant or very foolish mother like herself would've never waited to see after years of lecherous secrecy in the nose of her own daughter every moment the child turned around distracted by the smallest butterfly. It was majestic how the curiosity and glee died in Elsa's face to be replaced by the result of a paralyzing view of the teenager being dragged inside the barn by Anna, the way she vainly followed her instincts of decency by covering her prodigious breasts with her left forearm and her dripping crotch with her right hand as she gasped and her eyes opened wide. "Oh, shit…!" Clara could hear her name shouted in terror next to the one of her mom in indignation by the self-humiliated woman on the dirty and wet floor, it was an overwhelming thought increasing by the second. "Mmmngh…" Her rhythm became erratic, her wrist complained because of the uncontrollable lust possessing it and the daydream continued; the platinum blonde would've commanded Anna to take her out of there and ordered the teenager to look away with one last attempt of reinforcing her place of authority, all just to be denied to the point of begging to please be listened to but that was also pointless. That divine figure preyed by lashes marking her soft and pale skin with red lines afterwards, the sweat running from her forehead, her chest and her thighs after declaring her acceptance of a treatment worthy of a vulgar whore with an outcry of pure bliss and liberation casted a spell in the young girl. As shocked as Clara could've been in that idea of the possibilities, she couldn't stop herself from staring at the naked body of a woman behaving as if being judged by eyes that couldn't tell a specific desire more than the steps forwards their owner was making towards Elsa. "Agh… fuck, fuck, fucking goodness…!" Anna was speechless, impressed by the sudden independency and lack of care the teenager had for her presence in that moment of awkward and coarse revelation. Clara saw herself as a victim of lust as well, and without a thought she allowed her natural impulses to dictate her actions and attack her vulnerable mother lying in that floor. Struggling with her and submitting the platinum blonde to her newly discovered and sensibly forbidden hunger, it wasn't a clear image for her imagination, but it felt wonderful and it led her to a divine sensation alongside the product of rubbing her unexperienced pussy. "Yeeeeaaaah…" Clara let out unconscious of the way she allowed a line of saliva to escape her panting mouth almost connecting her wet lips with the floor next to the table she was using not to fall forwards which, due to the intense sensation running through her entire body, she wouldn't mind as she would've have kept playing with herself even with her face squashed against the cold and dusty floor. That nameless sensation, it wasn't as good as the ones she felt last night, Clara recognized it after the brief moment of blissful confusion it caused her, but it achieved its goal most likely. "Well?" She asked her mom cleaning the saliva dripping from her lower lip with her fist.

"Is that all?" Anna questioned impressed by the lack of excitement from the spectacle Clara just gave her, it wasn't fair for her to judge the innocent manners of the teenager with her over experienced judgement, but she also felt like expressing her almost childish frustration. "How dismal!" The older girl sighed crossing her arms and shaking her head slightly to show her disappointment. "So fucking piteous…" She continued grunting. "You not even used your fingers… Well, you did, but not in the right way."

The infantile attitude her mom showed had its effects on the young girl, Clara felt somewhat annoyed, though she wasn't going to make a deal out of it, instead her approached with curiosity as she stood up again. "What's the right way?"

"All the way in. Here." The young mother got up from her seat to move next to her naked daughter, invading her personal space giggling along with the jittery teen as she raised one hand to place it firmly and comfortably behind Clara's neck while caressing her thigh with the other. Eventually, this last hand slipped slowly down the teenager's crotch attentively placing its index and ring fingers over the soft and moderately hairy outer labia, Anna thought she had something to do about this fluffy affair if this situation escalated suitably enough. Gingerly, her middle finger made its way between the outer folds of the damp vulva pressing together the thin and still over sensitive inner labia, making the callow girl squeal while Anna continued by teasing the entrance of Clara's vagina letting her know her intentions. "Never tried this before?"

Clara gulped. "Yes, but… barely pushed one finger in... or just a little bit of it." Slowly, she separated one of her legs to give a cozy access to Anna's hand trusting she wasn't going to be immediately rough with her. "It was all I needed. I didn't want to try any further." The teen explained displaying her pinky finger for her mom to have a clue.

"We can't withhold ourselves to a pinky if we want something better, right?" Anna asked rubbing the back of Clara's neck with her fingertips.

"Right…" The young girl inhaled deeply and carried on. "I'm ready."

Anna smiled broadly with that answer, but it came to her inconveniently enough to be precautious with the course of events she was leading her daughter to. "Tell me something. You truly want this to happen without a doubt?"

It was a sincere concern the one her mom expressed after their little game, Clara knew it also taking into account she still felt rather bemused and nervous. "I trust in you… " She affirmed placing her left hand on Anna's shoulder as she lifted her leg to locate her bare foot over the chair she was seat on previously, and shaking one scolding finger she added. "… But do not abuse of my confidence; I know the way you are."

"Oh gosh, I better watch myself then…" Anna chuckled and proceeded to push her way in. The tip of her finger found little resistance, yet it was a fascinating surprise for Anna who was familiarized throughout the years with the notion of not only for it to be easy to introduce one finger, not to mention multiple at the same time, but pushing the limits of her sister and herself to unbelievable limits no moral woman would dare to even think about; it resulted somewhat nostalgic in a strange way as being that tight was only a matter of age. The older girl payed close attention to the expressions and sounds the teenager produced while digging gradually the sex at hand and removing it in the same way establishing a rhythm meant to increase gradually and bumpily as her short sense of patience permitted her. The brief moans caught between sighs were a positive sign of her exertion, and the way Clara started to rotate her head to look upwards due to the pleasure she was doubtlessly feeling only reaffirmed that thought.

"More…" The teen managed to whisper closing her eyes and involuntarily moving her hand from her mom's shoulder to the back of her neck, closing it into a fist a tad painful for Anna's misfortune.

"Clara… easy…" Anna pleaded for her own sake, but the young girl was already lost in herself.

"No… give me more… It feels… It feels…" The teen was barely able to articulate herself now instinctively reaching for one of her own breast to brag hold of and massage to increase the pleasure. "Goodness, don't stop that…" She continued unconsciously pulling from Anna's hair.

"As you command, little princess." Were Anna's last words before forcing the tender limits of the teenager with a piercing finger that searched to be completely covered by the tiny and hot orifice hungrily receiving it, and making the owner moan in a more Familiar way for the redhead which in turn started to genially feel excited by just practicing a child's game for her standards.

"S-so it feels this good to play with you…? God… it's so overwhelming… it's so thrilling… it's so hot and dirty…!" Clara exclaimed squeezing her toes with the aphrodisiac sensation coming back through her nerves and leading her to another approaching upsurge. "All of this is so good, you dirty…" The girl managed to shut herself taking a deep breath to prevent herself from crossing a line of unrequited rudeness; a thought that made her mom giggle and earn a severe and sharp spank that not only startled her, but also pushed the teen to be honest with her actual emotions. "OH FUUUCK!" She cried out throwing her head forward as she got carried away by the sensation of pleasure and pain combined so drastically by the playful woman at her side. Nevertheless, the wave of pure delight recently discovered went on whipping her senses and weakening her speech. "It's gonna happen again… there is little left for it to happen… give it to me, give it to me again…!"

"Count on it." Anna said finding the words of her daughter touching alongside the way she clenched one of her small breasts with her thin fingers in the search for more complacency. It was a perfect image at her eyes, and the word "pride" brazenly formed in her mind. But the young woman thought it all resulted too good to be true after lowering her eyesight towards the child's crotch and notice a red trail coming from the hole being besieged, it descended through her upright leg almost reaching the knee. "Oh no…" Was all she was able to say stopping the fingering of that young pussy and cursing herself for neglecting the virginal condition of the teenager and for not acting fast enough after the awkward surprise.

"Hey, what the hell?!" Clara cursed the abrupt end of the assault her sex was enjoying to discover afterwards with horror her mom's hand stained with blood, blood she recognized as her own. "Oh god… OH MY GOD!" Trepidation replaced the exuberant Glee, making the teen tremble in fear. The fact of not feeling anything particularly painful from her vaginal area dulling the previous joy only terrified her even more, this never happened before, but at the same time she didn't penetrate her lower hole so wildly either. Her mom was the cause of it according to her criterion, she was guilty of a harm that made her fear for her life. "What have you done? You've hurt me!" The adolescent screamed letting go of Anna's hair and turning away with her hands on the hair and her vision still on the blood trail wanting to clean it , but unable to even approach one finger, ironically.

"Clara, don't panic! Don't panic! It's okay. It's nothing serious, I mean it." Anna swore with a soft voice not wanting to disturb the naïve child even more.

"What do you mean it is not serious?" I'm suffering an internal hemorrhage! You cut me with your nail where I can't reach with a bandage! My life is at risk, you fool!" Clara yelled with anger and dread pointing at Anna with a condemnatory finger.

"It is not like that at all!" The redhead replied partially offended.

"I'm bleeding!" The young girl proclaimed in a way the older one found exaggerated understanding what just happened.

"What I', trying to tell you is that you are overreacting, it's not that bad! Take it easy!" Anna explained holding her daughter by the shoulders searching with her sight around her something to clean the unsettling stain. "It's something natural, like your period. Remember when I talked to you about it before it happened?"

"Of course I do, thanks for reminding me." Clara answered with cold sarcasm reminiscing the way she acted the first time she menstruated and how her consternation provoked a laugh in both of her mothers.

"Well, this is exactly the same… but different. I mean, it is unique, it will only happen this time. I swear." The older girl assured in an almost effective way, appeasing a little bit the stress that Clara was exuding. "It was my mistake, I should've talked to you about your hymen."

"My what?" The girl asked seeing her mom walking across the living room in the search of something inside the drawers of an old shelf that remained in that house way before her mother acquired that lonely place. After finding a clean cloth, she saw how Anna moistened that piece of fabric with water from a bucket to return next to her.

"It's a thing we have when we are virgins. Sometimes when you tear it off it bleeds a little like in your case, but I repeat to you, it's not really that bad." Anna went on to clean the narrow red line from thigh to crotch, paying major attention in not leaving a sign of blood in this last one. "See? You are not bleeding anymore. Not bad like when you have your time of the month, huh?"

"Could you stop mentioning that?" Clara was irritated, but not scared anymore. "Alright… I understand what you try to say, you made a fucked it up." Exhaling she continued. "We can't go on after this, right?"

Anna looked upward, crossing her view with the one of her child and smiled faintly. "That's not necessary the case. You see, this isn't a regular wound, if we continue you won't suffer more damage or bleed again, I talk by personal experience. You want me to tell you about it to feel better?"

"Go on." Clara avowed the question sitting in the table with butt cheeks barely laying at the edge for fear of spoiling the surface, being this the reason why she rejected the chair she had her foot on.

"I was around your age when it happened and… I was very curious with my body, that's how I discovered how to masturbate."

"Masturbate?" The word was foreign to the vocabulary instilled by Elsa.

"Oh! Masturbation is when you please yourself… you know, playing with your little thing." Anna smiled again understanding all the things she would have to educate her daughter about from scratch that afternoon. "Anyway, once I was too harsh with myself using a candle and… I bled." Clara faintly nodded as Anna felt embarrassed remembering that night from almost twenty years ago. "I didn't know who I could rely on, your grandparents were not an option. How was I going to explain what I've done to myself? Things were just going to get worse with them involved. And your…" The woman shook her head. "Well, at the end I choose to tell no one about it and deal with the repercussions alone, which wasn't bad at all like you can see."

"Yeah, I see… Sorry for getting scared and make a fuss in such a special occasion." Clara apologized sincerely and continued with another query. "How was it when it happened to mother? I-I mean, if you know about it and I'm allow to ask."

"It wasn't that bad. In fact, I was with her and she was older than either of us." Anna giggled a little because of the chaos Elsa unleashed even bigger that the one of the girl in in front of her. "I don't think we should talk about that right now, I don't want you to mock her thinking how she reacted in contrast to you or me."

With what's been seen last night, it would result inevitably impossible for Clara to keep thinking about her mother in the same way, but she understood derision about pass events wouldn't be of any help. "That's true, it wouldn't be proper to laugh at her after what happened at the barn with Flora." The teen mischievously mentioned wanting Anna to catch the hint of the way both women lost control with their concupiscent acts.

"Yeah…" Anna giggled some-what humiliated by her spectator. "About that, I don't think you know much about sex, don't you? You not even knew the meaning of masturbation." Leaving the wet cloth inside the bucket of water sure the blood stain wasn't going to wash off no matter how small it was, so ultimately she would have to get rid of it to prevent bad memories for Clara in the future. "You know what's called when you are about to reach your peak when you masturbate?"

"Not exactly." The cub confessed ignoring everything related with 'sex' not more than a day ago. "Could you tell me about it before we go on with all of this?" She suggested hesitant.

"Fair enough. I should take the role of teacher once again for your sexual education so much in your jargon as in your capabilities." The redhead tipped the teenager's nose. "But first thing first…"

As she saw her mom stepping away again in the search for something else in those drawers, Clara asked. "What does 'sex' means?" Receiving an incredulous look from her afterwards.

"This will seriously be a long evening." Anna mentioned grabbing some scissors and indicating the teen to wholly sit on the table. "Let's hope your mother take her time too." Proceeding to separate the legs of her child that seemed nervous because of the small but sharp object in her possession, Anna went on. "You see, little one, we refer to sexuality to everything related to physical pleasure that makes you feel particularly good down here." She indicated tickling the vagina she took a sit in front of, causing the legs at its sides to shiver a little. "You already know this part as your vagina, but you could use other terms like 'cunt', 'pussy', 'twat' or… I think that's enough. What comes next is this particular thing." The small part that merged both lips and gave origin to the intimate part of the girl was the point of attention of Anna. "This is your clit and, as you know, is the most sensible spot."

"That's true." The young girl recognized after memorizing how crucial it was for her to pay maximum attention to that precise section since she discovered how good it felt to touch herself. "That's my favorite part for that reason."

"Carrying on, it is very important not just to keep hygiene, but also presentation. Have you noticed how both of our crotches lack a mane like yours?" Anna questioned making circles with her index finger in the pubic hair.

The cub resting on the table tried to remember the tiniest details that she was able catch through that peephole. "No, I'm sorry… but I tried!"

Taking a small amount of hair with the tip of her fingers, Anna said. "I guess a mother's job never ends." And starting to cut the short but abundant strands little by little, she filled the table's surface in front of the vulva with the remains. The teen felt like being carried away by a relaxing sensation as time passed by, trusting wholly in the capacity of her mom to fulfill the not so comprehensive end for her cognizance. In no time, the woman finished with both side of the slit, feeling gratified with the way bare skin felt in her fingers; she also considered leaving a modest quantity of the fur in the mons pubis due to the color of those pubes being similar to the long ones growing in her hair, different from the astonishing ones of Elsa or the flaming ones of her own. Finishing the last details, the strawberry blonde beheld her work meticulously. "What do you think?"

It was fresh although not so comfy, but Clara accepted the idea of getting used to present herself like that from that moment forward. "I guess I like it." The obtuse teen said sliding her own fingers above her vulva where she could barely feel fuzz sprouting from her skin. "It feels a little… sticky."

"It's a whole new thing without hair hindering, isn't it?" Anna cockily commented and pursued removing some hairs pursued to the wrinkled clitoris. "But what you say makes sense, I mean, after cumming everywhere…" Then a light sparkled in the mind of the older girl. "Oh, right! I didn't tell you about orgasms!"

"That's the name of the thing when I'm about to finish?" The girl asked getting up to collect the offcuts with her palms and, with not better idea of how to get rid of them, thrown them off the window.

"That or climax, if you don't want to be modest you could also say 'cum'?" Anna explained. "To make things short, the most important facts are how they happen. You see, young Clara, girls of your age can reach multiple orgasms consecutively, being something practically groundbreaking for your body; but sadly, as time goes by, the amount of times you will successfully reach them will decrease to the point you will only be able to achieve one with effort and sweat, you mother and I being the case."

"Oh… that sucks." Clara commented meditative on the subject.

"I'm not really complaining though. As you saw, it was reeeeally good." The redhead giggled again cheering up her daughter and chuckle as well.

"True." The naked girl claimed getting back to her mom. "I truly liked seeing you like that, now I get it and… I want to feel like that one day too." She confessed thinking about how such experience could change the temper of her mother in less than an hour, almost like magic by her judgement.

"Which reminds me…" The hands of Anna made their way through Clara's soft and svelte abdomen. "We haven't concluded our little lesson; and I told you you can count with me."

"Tell me what I have to do." Clara commanded.

"I like your spirit, apprentice. Next thing…" Anna smiled and placed her lips close her child's ear. "Can you turn me on?"

The adolescent's eyebrows rose at the proposal, even looking for an opportunity to expose her newly discovered inner ardor with another person, she have no clue on how to start, so she just went after her mom's garment and abruptly wanting to unbutton her caraco.

"Hey, hey! What do you think you are doing?!" The older girl pulled away from the anxious teenager with both hands covering the aperture of her outer cloths. "Who do you think you are dealing with, your mother?" She ironically scolded.

"S-sorry… It's just that I don't know what to actually do and… and…" The cub couldn't explain the instinctive impulse taking control of her actions, but the playful woman needed no words to get it.

"How about you take a more… gentile approach?" The young woman suggested. "Remember the last time you kissed one of us in the lips?"

Clara remembered it perfectly, it happened before her mother changed her way to be, in those days of innocent glee a kiss in the lips of the woman lifting the child in her arms was a genuine to express all of her love and gratitude. She made the touch of their mouths a daily tribute along the surprise hugs that occasionally presented themselves in an uncomfortable fashion for an inattentive Elsa.

"Come here." Anna indicated with her index finger, being immediately obeyed as if casting a spell. Having her daughter in front of her again, she caressed her lower lip with her thumb. "I want to taste your persuasion skills."

Suddenly Clara closed her eyes and united her lips with the ones of her mom, letting out her breath inside of her mouth a couple of times before moving her lips weakly to taste the essence of the woman. Her jaw went up and down, her dexterity was poor but inspired as she explored a new way of kissing. Her hands took place at the sides of the beginning of her mom's neck while she was corresponded with a palm in her back and another in one of her buttocks. Bit by bit, she was losing interest in whatever her teacher could be thinking, she was going to proceed according to her personal curiosity without thinking on how she could regret it.

One minute went by standing in the same place kissing a completely naked teenager and Anna started to feel suffocated in her own vestment, her breath revealed an increasing appetite provoked by the young girl and how her low instincts exposing her inner true self, similar to Anna. Separating their mouths to recover their breaths, a major ambition was visible in the eyes of Clara, to which Anna reciprocated. "Use your tongue now, silly." And as a well-trained lover, the cub unleashed her tongue inside of the mom's mouth. The courtship's dance and the battle for dominance were unfair for the novice, but little she could complain not having much effort to do and yet being significantly compensated. "That's right…" Anna took control of the pathetic efforts the opposite tongue barely could offer. The segregations the pair of mouths started to sprout through the edges of their lips while they were tilting their heads from one side to the other. "You are acting in an overly confident manner, and I can feel it, you know?" The older girl assured with half narrowed eyes. "That's not a chary thing to do when you are dealing with me."

Clara swallowed the thickish quantity of delightful saliva so much from her mom as from herself to talk again. "Will you punish me?" She asked defiantly.

"I think we should proceed in a more comfortable place for our next lesson." Anna took the hand of her apprentice and guided her through the narrow hall towards the teen's bedroom. As they entered the small bedchamber, the older girl made her daughter take a sit over the bed. The teenager lifted her feet from the floor and crossed her legs over the sheets. However, Anna kept on her feet with a grinning face and both wrists at each side of her hips. "I'm doubting about you, little Clara. Maybe I'm committing a mistake and should conclude with all of this in this precise moment, for your own sake to say the least." And turning around, the redhead pretended to leave the room unexpectedly.

"Hey, wait! Wait!" The exaggerated insistence for a cease from the girl as a result of a supposed change of mind sounded like pleading while she rushed to reach the woman about to cross the door. "Don't leave me! Don't…" Suddenly her mom faced her again to counterattack the way Clara held her hand with a hungry kiss looking to steal the breath of the teen, who adopted a submissive position leaning backwards. "Yes…"

"Yeah?"

"Fuck yeah!" Clara cried out in the arms of the older girl who advanced by lifting her slender figure from the floor to make her arms hold the weight around Anna's neck and her feet behind her hips. The teen couldn't remember the last time her mom carried her in her arms like that being something that used to happen during the nights she felt asleep out of her bed over a decade ago; it was also socking to discover the strength Anna possessed hidden and apparently in big quantities to sustain her with little visible effort. "I want you to make me cum. Please, I can't hold it back anymore. I need you really bad!"

The supplicant gaze filled with pure desperation in those cerulean eyes reaffirmed that agonizing request, and Anna finally reached a common ground with her daughter. "That's the plan." Then the young woman started to walk towards the bed with her child still astride, letting her brusquely fall over the sift and bouncing mattress with no needed care to continue by getting rid of her humble garment as well. The adolescent squirmed with pleasure, holding and releasing the sheets of her bed with her hands and her toes while her limbs moved impatiently from one side to the other, and an inane smile in her face as she observed the spectacle of a woman undressing, a woman she yearned in that moment.

"Yes, that's what I want…" Clara let out grinding her teeth and thighs rubbing against each other.

The comments of the eager cub were so improper, but flattering and incentive in a special way, the way of an incestuous woman that wasn't afraid of crossing another barrier with her own daughter. What felt first was the caraco stained with Clara's juices, followed by the rest of the modest outfit. Lastly, Anna lifted her legs out of her long knickers, but these did not end up in the floor, she kept them in one of her hands as she slipped in all four over the teen to cover her face with that piece of used clothing to allow her to inhale deeply on the aroma. "Peek-a-boo." The lively mom started to say unveiling the eyes of her child to cover them again and let her get lost with the scent impregnated in the fabric over and over until she finally choose to expose her lips and kiss the blindfolded girl, putting an end to the tease and beginning Clara's first sexual intercourse. The young girl was relatively good to keep a receptive position with the weight of a woman person above her who went on to suck on her neck. The sensation itself wasn't more stimulating than any other thing her mom could do with her mouth, but it was relaxing and efficient to release the tension generated for the knowledge of taking the role of her mother. The arms and legs of the teen closed around Anna's torso again, but the experienced woman wasn't left behind, her fingers went through the strands of hair in the nape of the girl still held in a single braid that crossed over her forehead, which guided her to stop her attack on that neck to focus on untying that hair similar to hers. Achieving her object, she lifted herself from above Clara to kneel over her calves and order her to lie on her chest. Being newly obeyed, the strawberry blonde beheld her daughter's smooth bottom before getting herself over it and move her hips back and forward, massaging the surface with the inner part of her thighs and her mildly wet vulva. This was an act more appropriate for the teen, who lifted her drooling face from the pillow with one tug of her hair from her mom.

"I'm about to broaden your horizons. Do not disappoint me or... we will not try this again. I say it for your mother now, not for me." Anna made clear considering that her moments of solitude inside the house with her daughter were smaller than the daily lapses in which she had time to make an effort to make her sister cum while fully clothed. Thinking about it, perhaps the same treatment could be applied to Clara in the woods away from Elsa's sight.

"Sure. Don't worry though, what I lack in craft, I compensate with determination. I'm ready for a crash course, and you?" Clara inquired lifting her torso to counteract the mild pain of having her hair being pulled from.

"We'll see…" The woman then stood up in the bed and moved above the young one to end up sitting on the curved headboard with her legs vastly separated to offer a perfect view of her consummate vagina. "Show me what you are capable of."

It was the first time her eyes were fully and clearly dazzled by an object of her desire which she could freely fed from with no guilt or restriction. Sooner than later, her sleek lips made contact with the lower vertical lips, faintly suckling the juices that were barely coming out, the taste was exactly the same as her own when she tried her fingers, but the difference lay in the dense aroma heating the area between the legs and the specific places her tongue could explore after overpassing the wrinkled inner lips more prominent than her own. The upper hole's flavour was somewhat salty, something expected for the novice knowing its purpose, going down to explore the larger hole she found out an almost sour taste; but in no way the teen could conceive the idea of displeasure or the wish for it to happen later on. Clara still couldn't believe her mom not only allowed her to practice this kind of indecencies but also encourage them with low inhalations followed by moans of acceptance. She felt like a dog satisfying her thirst due to her fervour, but like a cat grooming herself because of her dedication. Soon her chin began to jiggle a biscuit slime line about to stain her pillow, but that was of no interest as the cub focused on Anna's expressions with wide open eyes. The need to play with herself was also increasing, yet there was little she could do in regards to that.

"You learn fast, little one, I'll give you that." Anna noticed condescendingly, although her thighs trembled like wishing to say more than simple and dull compliments. 'How did she manage to be this good?' Came to the older girl's mind as the teen went on to shake her face with enthusiasm from side to side stopping just to slide her tongue from the bottom to the upper end of the slit, for a second thought, the girl's imagination was also admirable. After a few minutes, she took Clara by the hair again and pulled her up until they were face to face and caught her lips into a passionate French kiss. The obscene and wet sounds accompanying their hot breaths were a good hint to proceed to the last lesson, her daughter was burning from the inside and so was her. Pushing the teen harshly back over the bed sheets, Anna sat in front of her accommodating her hips in the right way with both of her legs criss-crossed with the ones of the impatient girl and both sexes facing each other. "Let's see if you can handle this, you insolent little bitch."

Clara's mouth dropped, it was funny how she did not find it offensive to be called names by her mom with whom cursing was a sign of confidence to express themselves and how they felt, but it was also the first time she used such a serious term like that nonetheless and it was very staggering. "Wait, what...?" The young girl managed to say before turning into the victim of an unexpected and ferocious strike from pussy to pussy. The implacable action against her intimacy was overwhelming and the fact that it came from another one did not make any change understanding it was the one of one of her mothers, the one with the maturity of a wicked child in times such as that. Getting used to the tempo with which Anna made her lower lips kiss and even lick her own ones, Clara breathed out between gasps. "Oh my God...! Oh Goddess... What is this wonderful thing I'm the subject of?"

Anna chuckled. "I call it 'the scissors game', and thought you were up to the challenge, it isn't that rough, isn't it? Not for a naughty spy like you who already knows what I'm capable of." She grabbed her daughter's right leg in front of her with both arms to keep her in place and kiss the surface of the foot.

"Uugnn...! You told me not to play with scissors..." The adolescent pointed out with a cheeky attitude as she felt the orgasmic end not so far away. This caused a quizzical laugh to her mom, but also a more raucous strike in response and a lax bite on her toe. Clara giggled holding the respective foot at the side of her face. "H-hey...! It was just a joke, take it easy!"

"I don't know what that means." Anna jeered at the mocking plea. "This is a punishment as much as a lesson... Ugghhn! This is what you get for being so daring still!"

She could hardly think, her mind was a storm of emotions reacting to the intoxicating stimulus she was a prey of, but even like that, Clara couldn't stop asking her herself. 'How is it possible, how can she keep on?' Subsequently a great quantity of ramming that may never end, her exhausted body gave the teen two signals, one good and one bad. It would only take a few seconds for her to cum again, but a feeling of dread yelled at the cub her life was in danger at the hands of her lustful mom. "Oh God, I'm cumming again…! I'm cumming again… Oh fuck, here it comes!" She cried for mercy, but it was a fruitless attempt because the older girl was also reaching her peak.

"Fuck yeah, baby!" Anna granted the yearned compassion, though the reasons were selfish as the girl in front of her found out when the redhead shook the leg off to stand up on the mattress and thrash her crotch against the sweaty face of her daughter. "You think you can cum before me, slut?! Nnghhh! I'll show you how to respect your elders...!" The mouth in her cunt did not hesitated in starting her labor while the rest of the face was guided by the situation with eyes tightly closed and a nose rejecting to inhale to avoid the pellucid emanation to go up her nostrils. Clara was now a sexual object, one very pleased for the way she was shaking her fingers on her own vulva, an aphrodisiac back view for Anna as they came together. "YEEEAAAAGGHNN!" The older girl howled at the ceiling and in return the girl she grabbed by the hair anew ceased using her tongue to center in her own orgasm although she continued to rub her cheek considerably against the oozing sex.

"FUUUUCK!" Clara screamed with her face fully damped in sweat and pussy juices, the exhilaration of being so naughty and dirty then woke up something superior to the few climax she had by her own. Somehow the jocundity of having sex for the first time opened a barrier, allowing a flood to draw an uneven line from its wellspring that was the urethra to the sheets between her knees. She couldn't control it or the irrepressible hankering to release all of it as the orgasm went on taking from her the smallest bit of rationality. "OOOOH GOOOODDNNNGHH...!" She kept crying stupefied with what she was capable to push her body to do. It wasn't an itch to pee like the times she managed to reach her first orgasms, but it was reminiscent as a new discovery, a fantastic new esthesis far more powerful than her will. As it ended, the remnant of strength keeping her back rigid faded away, her arms failed to sustain her from falling back onto the bed, but it didn't matter either because Clara also felt as if she was going to lose consciousness at any moment.

Staring at the panting teenager and then the mess she just made, Anna opposed the feelings of her daughter to give up. "Hey... what was that? I missed it." The young woman knelt and reaching for Clara's intimacy she said. "Can you repeat it for me?"

The life threatening fear came back startling the young girl whose eyes opened wide when a mischievous finger went back into her slid. "Wait! Don't touch me! I..." Was all she could say trying to parry Anna's grasp. Her pathetic attempt to get up with numbed muscles was a failure, she realized there was no escape while forcefully being dragged into another painfully sweet climax by the techniques of a debauched mother holding her steady on the bed like a wild animal with her other hand on the mouth of the agonizing teen. "I-I can't take it...!" She screeched under the palm of her mom grinding her teeth as the second hot jet of transparent liquid rushed out of her cunt to spray Anna's entire palm. This time however, the salvo was more like a cannon blasting a rain of stars, flabbergasting both girls concomitantly, but specially Clara who couldn't believe how much she could let out time after time like if it were an act of magic and not pure obscenity. "FUUUUUuuuck...!" All was brilliance. Paroxysmal spasms bursting with pleasure.

"Holy Shit!" Anna cried out. Just when she thought she saw everything sexual intercourse could offer carrying out all kind of tests with Elsa, her own daughter who was unsullied just mere minutes ago proved her how absolutely wrong that kind of mentality was. Her awe distracted her for a few seconds until she took into account how emaciated her child seemed to be coming off her momentary outburst until her back gave up deadtired. "Hey, sweetie, are you alright?" She asked looking at the teenager's hair, vivid and disheveled like the one of her mama in the morning. Tickling the teenager's lower lip and subsequently causing a moody reaction from her she got a reply.

"Do I look alright to you?" Clara questioned shaking her mom's finger off.

"You look even better if I can be honest about it." She said chuckling to vociferously sigh afterwards. "Well, I guess that's all for today; next time I won't be so careless with your lessons."

Clara rolled on her bed to lie on her chest and questioned the woman dressing up again. "Will we do this again? When?"

"Whenever your mother decides to leave again." Anna assured winking at the curious girl.

"Is she going to leave the house again to do something important?" Clara asked with an Inquisitive character.

"I can't tell you." Were Anna's simple words, instantaneously irritating her daughter for the look on her face.

"Then how am I going to know, smartass?"

"Hey, this is a thing between two people. You know? Just wait for me to tell you."

The teenager looked away. "You are right. Sorry for being so dramatic today, I'm just having a very harsh time about mother attitude."

Adjusting her boots again, the redhead got closer to the teen. "It's okay, don't worry about anything." She said kissing Clara in the forehead and continued. "Can I tell you something funny? Our first time with your mother wasn't near this intense as I'm with you right now, baby."

"Seriously?"

"Indeed." Anna nodded.

"You must be somehow proud of one another for what you were capable of last night since the first time you met."

"Yeah..." The strawberry blonde said tittering as she questioned herself. 'She doesn't know we are sisters?' If Clara was ignorant about that fact, it would be best to keep it a secret until later on, much later on. "Anyway, I have chores requiring my time and I need to rush. Get up, I also have to take care of your sheets, messy girl."

Clara obeyed, but there was one last question before pretending nothing ever happened for the rest of the day.

"M-mom?" The teenager never understood how the twosome could fix, if not shirk, their difficulties; she awarded it to their emotional bond, but it ended up being more than that, it was conspicuous for her now. "What's the name of what we just did? You never told me."

"Love."

"Really." The cub said demanding candidness.

"That's called making love, baby. Fucking is one thing, but making love requires talent and passion. I may not have the powers both your mother and you have, but at least I can say I have some special talents myself." The elder girl vouched humbly.

"You are magical in your own way." Clara esteemed feeling somewhat corny before happily dropping dead on her bed, falling asleep still naked. 'It wouldn't be bad if she discovers me like this before waking up for dinner.' Was her last conscious thought.

Anna smiled at the sight. 'The cold never bothered her anyway.' And quietly left the room with a pair of damp sheets on her hands and an astounding surprise by how her hair kept well tied throughout the intercourse instead of turning into a furry mess again.

~ o ~

'I just took away my own daughter's virginity and turned her into a lust driven person.' Were the words crossing Anna's mind time after time, that and the thought of Elsa being extremely late. She did not want to come up with negative ideas of what could've happened in the town, not while just sitting in the kitchen unable to do anything but wait for the stew to be ready. Thankfully it didn't go beyond the beginning of the dusk, when the family cart was visible on its way back home.

"I was starting to freak out about you." Anna confessed to her sister as the older woman got off the wooden cart.

"Yes, I know. I'm sorry." Elsa apologized with her own concerned tone but not distracted from reaching back on the wagon. "I need you to help me move this to out dormitory. Before Clara sees it." The older sister said pulling from a small trunk that heavily felt in the ground.

"Our treasure, Anna. It wasn't easy but I managed to get all of what remained of our frugality from the bank, leaving just some registers with our false names."

"And what about us? Should we leave this place for a while or what do you have in mind?" Anna questioned her sister's intentions taking the trunk from the opposite side Elsa was ready to lift it.

"This is a serious issue, Anna!" Elsa shouted letting go of the heavy box almost making Anna fall on her side. "I talked to Gaelle and my presentiment was right, between the diplomats, the former duke of Weselton is there."

"Boivin's ex-wife? I did not know you were still in contact with her."

"I did not think it was necessary for you to know about it." Elsa replied causing the strawberry blonde to feel slightly offended. "You don't have to worry about anything either, just play along whenever Clara is around and leave the precautions to me. I'll figure something out for tomorrow morning until the processions are finished. Luckily nobody will know about our presence here."

Anna rolled her eyes taking the trunk to the main door alongside her sister.

"Mom!" A young voice called inside the house, startling the platinum blonde.

"Oh, gods, there she is." Elsa commented heading to the entrance. "I'll retain her inside, you move the trunk somewhere she won't see it, we'll bring it in later when we finish dinner and I take a look at that essay hopefully you were paying attention to as she wrote it."

'Uh-oh.' Anna thought knowing she missed at least one of her responsibilities that afternoon and the inevitable repercussions that will follow.

"By the way, what do we have tonight, coleslaw again?"

"What is it, already lost your sweet tooth?" Anna asked back pulling from the wooden box with both hands. "Don't worry about it, Clara and I managed to get some things done as a team."

As the night felt and the stars became visible outside of that isolated property, Anna came to accept the recent events as a natural outcome to lastly wonder before closing her eyes and cuddle with the woman next to her, who she's going to taste each night, her sister or her daughter?