CHAPTER NOTES: Incest, armpit fetish, boob-touching, vibrators, kissing during masturbation.

NOTES: So now that this is fully written and just being edited, I'm back to that other fic I was working on before either this or The Kasnian Letters. I hope everyone likes it! After these, I might have to take a small break from fanfiction to focus on other projects, but of course, I won't be gone for long. I never am!

Reborn: With anything I write, even if it's high fantasy, I try to make the interactions between the characters relatable and realistic. Not every lesbian has a "gold star"; many of them learn they only like women by trying things with men first. But I do understand being male-repulsed and not wanting to see it in your fic. Anyway, thank you for reading this far!

~ CHAPTER SEVEN ~

On Sunday, Anna asked if they could do something Elsa had not done in a while; go to the beach. Anna was used to going nude on beaches whenever she did, or just dashing right in with her clothes on, so they did have to drop by a shop and purchase her a swimsuit, since the fine shores of Arendelle Cove were not quite so clothing-optional.

That turned out to be a complete nightmare for Elsa. Though she acted like she didn't notice, Anna had to have seen the flush on her face every time she came out to model one of the options — especially the bikinis. Why did she have any flush at all? Never before in her life had she cared about another woman's body! She only cared about her own in respect to its flaws.

But now, Anna wasn't just "some woman," or merely her sister. She was a person who had been teasing her, ravishing her lips and grasping her hindquarters. So she was unable to detach that from observing her lithe, trim, freckle-painted body, barely concealed by small scraps of green or violet cloth. With a start, she realised that she had not even seen another woman's body in quite some time; she never went shopping with friends, or swimming, or anything. That had to play into her nervousness, as well. Didn't it?

Fortunately for her increasingly-annoying libido, Anna decided upon a one-piece suit, giving the reason that it would be harder to lose than two separate halves of a bikini. That was at least moderately less obscene to her newly-less-heterosexual mind. She didn't want to examine her brain, and how she was starting to think about Anna in swimwear more frequently than the prospect of her date with Hans. It was frightening.

They both laid on the blanket for a long while, the glaring rays of the sun and the sound of waves washing over them. After the first hour, Anna got out her handpan and played. A crowd gathered, one or two people threw coins into her battered old patrol cap.

Then Elsa did something she rarely did: took out her phone and recorded a video of Anna playing. She didn't maintain a "social media presence", other than browsing through her Facebook feed, so this was maybe the third or fourth video she'd ever recorded. Even as she held the phone, she wondered if she would ever upload it to anywhere.

Not until she finished that song, whatever it might have been called — if it even had a name — did Anna notice. Then she smirked and demanded, "What are you doing?"

"Recording perfection."

The smirk instantly turned bashful. She looked down at the instrument in her lap. "I didn't play it perfect. You just didn't hear all the dumb mistakes since you don't play."

With a small chuckle, Elsa replied, "I didn't mean your playing."

Anna fell completely silent, just smiling at the phone. Wind picked up a few strands of her hair and buffeted them about as she gazed down at her sister, very clearly pleased. The crowd began to drift away. After a few more seconds, Elsa ended the recording and pushed up to kiss her cheek. She was opposed to doing more than that out in public, but she could at least show her that she meant what she said.

Not long after that, Anna went for a swim, and Elsa paged through a romance novel she had brought along. Not that it was holding her attention, but the fluffy, familiar plotlines gave her a certain comfort. When Anna came back to drag her into the water, she refused.

"Why not? Swim with me. That's what the water's for!"

"I… would rather not," she sighed, rearranging the sarong around her legs.

"Aww, please?" When Elsa didn't budge, she glanced at the book. "Is 'An Unexpected Rogue' just so riveting you can't put it down?"

Sighing in annoyance, she slid the random shopping receipt she was using as a bookmark back into the pages. "Fine. Book is down, and I still don't want to go swimming."

"Can you tell me why?" Anna asked, kneeling on their blanket. "This is a judgment-free zone, you know that."

"I… never cared for swimming, really."

"Not true. You always loved it when we were kids, I know you did. Next to ballet, it was your favourite thing."

Her lips pursed. "Anna…" When she didn't budge, Elsa glanced away. Her legs slithered against each other, and she had to fight down the wave of nausea at the thought of anyone seeing them. "You wouldn't understand."

"I understand that ever since we got out of the beach restrooms, you keep looking around like the boogeyman is gonna jump out and grab you. And the only difference between then and now…" Her eyes flicked down to the sarong.

"What? What are you trying to say? That I'm don't like how I look in a swimsuit? Well, I don't. It's functional, I understand the purpose of it, but just… there are too many people here today, I don't want to expose myself."

"I'll be with you," Anna reassured her, taking one of her hands between her own. "And if any jerk so much as looks at you wrong, I'll kick their butt."

"You would not, you pacifist."

"I may be a pacifist, but I still remember how to throw a punch from those softball fights." A little tug; not one that would actually budge Elsa, but enough to let her feel it. "Please? Pretty please?"

"No."

Only then did she frown. "But your body is beautiful. Just because they can't see it doesn't mean it's not true."

"Yes, it does. 'They' determine what is and isn't beautiful, and my body… doesn't make the cut. Sorry, Anna, I just… I'm not comfortable."

The dejected look in Anna's eyes was pretty evident. Her lips trembled, like she wanted to say more but she couldn't find the right words and it was frustrating to her. Elsa knew the feeling well. After a few seconds of wrestling with her vocabulary, her copper-topped head whipped to one side, looking out over the waves for a solution.

And she found it. "Elsa… what if we rented a boat?"

"Huh?" She blinked, following her line of sight to the boat rentals. "Oh. Why would we do that?"

"Because it's fun. I mean, it's your money, I could chip in, but… yeah, you don't have to. It was just an idea of something else to do."

"Oh." Her heart seized. She knew Anna wasn't trying to guilt her into the boat rental; she would have suspected that before the past couple of days, but now she could no longer assume the worst of her sister. She was just devastated that Elsa didn't want to go swimming with her, even if the reason wasn't Anna herself, and trying to find an alternate activity. "Well… how much do you think a boat rental costs?"

The smile that returned to Anna's face when Elsa asked that question was worth every penny Elsa was about to spend.

~ o ~

Despite her low expectations, the boat ride turned out to be fantastic. By the time Elsa's sarong blew off into the waves, she found she didn't even care; she was having too much fun! The breeze and the bouncing waves, the spray that refreshed and invigorated… and Anna laughing beside her, pointing at seagulls and outcroppings of rocks far away, other boats. It wasn't anything she was likely to want to do again, but for a one-time experience, she was more than happy.

The kiss they shared in the stern of the boat certainly didn't hurt anything. It was mostly accidental, as they went to hug and both leaned to the same side, but once their lips were already plastered together there was no sense in stopping until after a quick smooch.

Once making it back to the apartment, Elsa wanted nothing more than a quick shower to get the sand out of places they didn't belong. Then they could order some Chinese and have a casual night before dropping off. However, as she was waiting for Anna to get hers out of the way, gathering things for her own bath…

She spied the briefcase. Days of inadvertent frustration came back to her as she thought about what was hiding inside of it. What better chance would she have?

Glancing at the bathroom door that was slightly ajar and listening to the running water, she opened it as quietly as she could, reaching in to grab the Barnes and Noble bag. Her suddenly-shaking hands yanked it free and fumbled the long box out of its depths, then wadded it up and shoved it back inside. Fingernails made quick work of the packaging.

Then she was holding a solid length of silicon. Did it already have batteries? She turned the base — and yes, it most certainly did! Trying not to giggle at the vibrations running up her arm, she turned it back off and slipped it into the center of her towel, then threw the box in the wastebasket before she put the briefcase back exactly where it had been.

Not long after that, Anna came back out — wrapped in a towel this time, though no doubt nude underneath. It was marginally better. "All yours, Sis," she sighed with an easy smile.

"Yes, thank you. I hope you didn't use up all the hot water."

"I was in there like, ten minutes," she scoffed. Then she clapped her hands. "Oh! Do you want some of those bath salts I got while we were out yesterday?"

"No, that's…" But she thought better of it. "Actually, maybe. Why not? I barely ever take baths. Maybe a shower first, to get rid of the sand."

"Good deal! You get in and do that, and I'll bring in the salts. Viva Team Nieves!"

Still rolling her eyes, Elsa went in and shut the door without locking it, for once. Then she made sure to place the towel on the back of the toilet, right next to the tub, and her underwear and nightie on the sink. Not long after, she was out of her swimsuit and into the shower.

By the time she heard the door click open, she had already mostly washed; she wanted that to be entirely done so that she could focus on enjoying herself once she had run the bath.

"I'm just gonna set these on the seat!" Anna called out.

"Okay! Thanks!"

And that was it. Anna was gone. Elsa forced herself to breathe and wait; appearing too eager would be suspicious, and the last thing she needed was Anna figuring out what was going on in there. She put the stopper in the tub, turned the heat of the water up a bit more, and changed it from the showerhead to the faucet.

And it got quiet. Frowning, she realised she would want the courtesy fan on; she thought it already was! Grimacing, she quickly danced across the floor and flipped the switch, then returned to the toilet.

There were the bath salts; lavender, apparently. There was also a candle of the same scent and a book of matches, and Elsa smiled. Her sister could occasionally be thoughtful. She sprinkled some of the salts in the tub, lit the candle. Then she switched the towel for the candle and salts, nodded in satisfaction that it was more easily reachable, and climbed in.

"Mmm," she sighed as she sank down into the warm water. It was almost too hot, but not quite; a perfect temperature. The gentle scent of the lavender calmed her nerves, and she felt a lot more at peace with what she was about to try.

Once she shut the water off, she reached a hand into the towel and retrieved her instrument of sin. The smooth shaft felt cool to the touch, though she knew it wouldn't stay that way for long.

"Now let's see if you really are waterproof," she muttered. Dropping it on the surface of the water, she saw it bobbed there. "Waterproof and you float! My, my, what will they think of next?"

It slid into her easily enough. She wanted to test it out before trying the vibrations, and as far as size, it felt great. Her body began to respond, a little behind the curve; plotting everything had kept her from focusing on enjoying it before that moment. A moan slipped out as she thrust it in and out a few times; it was nice to be filled again, for once.

Then Elsa turned it on.

"O-OH!" she burst out, unable to help herself. That was incredible! Everything was heightened, the warmth of the water, the thickness of the shaft inside her. It was like a magic spell! One of her legs flashed up and out of the tub as she opened herself up more, and she panted heavily, rolling slightly to one side. How could she have gone so long without? How could she have owned this for two days without making full use of it?

As desperately as she had been chomping at the bit, she knew it would only take a few minutes to finish. Her eyes closed in sheer bliss and she let her body go free, let the ecstasy take her over. Though she didn't scream, she did let herself grunt and whisper "Oh yes" a dozen or so times.

Climax. A long, low groan floated out of her as she hit the end, and she sagged down into the bath once her limbs were through twitching and convulsing, the one leg still hanging over the lip of the tub. That had really hit the spot. The actual spot.

She was still debating whether or not to turn off the vibrations or let them run a couple more minutes… when the door creaked open again.

"Sis?"

Her heart seized, her breath stopped. No. "Huh?"

"I, um, I was wondering if I could help you relax?" When her head poked in, sheepish but smiling, Elsa saw she was dressed in only an overlarge t-shirt. And holding her infernal drum.

"With the handpan? N-no, I…" Her voice was so raspy! She cleared her throat and tried again. "I'm fine, really. You don't… have to."

Sighing, Anna crossed to sit on the toilet, moving the towel up and onto the sink. Elsa was severely tempted to at least pull the vibrator out, but then she would have to hold it, or else it would rise to the surface and be completely on display! So that her sister wouldn't see her moving around too much, she simply stayed in the exact same position. Even turning off the vibrator would probably be noticed now; until she turned it off, the quiet hum could be attributed to the exhaust fan. So she was stuck.

"Listen. I've been feeling like kind of an asshole."

"Y-yeah?" she panted, hips twitching from side to side. Just the barest amount.

"I shouldn't have pushed you to tell me why you didn't want to go in the water today. That's my fault, I was disrespectful of the frame of your truth in your life. Though I still disagree with you about your body, pestering you until you admitted it was… jerkish. I didn't intend for it to be, but it was, and I apologise."

"It's really f-fine, Anna. Really! Y-you can go… maybe order th- order Chinese?"

Sighing, she looked down at Elsa directly, and Elsa tried not to let her features telegraph what was going on under the surface of the water. "I don't want to be just 'fine', I want to make this right! So… so I won't bother you about your body image issues anymore. You're still an incredibly hot woman, but I'm not going to convince you if there's something deeper at work. So I'm not going to try if it's only going to upset you."

"Incredibly… hot?"

Dread prickled under the surface of her conflicted emotions. Mostly because she felt her arousal returning. Of course it was; she should have shut off the vibrations the minute that door opened! But she had been too scared to move and missed her opportunity. Now, there was no way Anna wouldn't notice it if she did.

"Yeah, of course!" Her head nodded forward. "Just look at those knockers! Literally, you could knock somebody out if you're not careful swinging those puppies around!"

She couldn't help glancing down at her own chest, bobbing on the water. Twin globes of flesh. She felt shy, she wanted to cover them… but instead, she just hefted one with her free hand. "These old things?"

"Yes, those," Anna laughed, poking one cheekily. Elsa suppressed a whine of pure enjoyment from the brief contact. "Wish I had tits like yours."

"You can borrow mine anytime," Elsa assured her, straining to keep her own hips still. "And the b-backaches that go with them. But… thank you."

Sighing, Anna set her handpan on top of the towel and knelt down by the tub. This was the worst! If the water weren't slightly murky from the salts, she would definitely see where her hand was.

"The salts and the candle aren't helping, huh? And neither am I. Man, you're really keyed up."

"No, I'm not!" she replied quickly, blurting out the words.

"It's okay, Elsa. I'm just sorry I kinda caused this." Reaching over, Anna patted her shoulder, then raised her hand up to rest on the crown of her head. "But I want you to stay in here and relax as long as you want, okay? Think I will order the Chinese for us in a minute. Yeah."

Now, the poor owner of the apartment found herself staring down Anna's sleeve. From that angle, she could almost see her perky little breast… not that she cared. But it was a distraction, and she dragged her eyes up to Anna's again.

Too late. "What were you looking at?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing important. D-don't worry."

Rolling her eyes with a small grin, Anna laughed, "Okay, okay. But I did just wash it, so I apologise if it's not up to your usual standards." She began to roll the sleeve up.

"Wh-what? No, not that, it isn't- I wasn't-" But the tuft of coppery hair was already drawing closer. How could she have so completely misunderstood?! Exasperated, she said, "Anna, don't be silly, why would I suddenly w-want this during a bath?"

"Because it might calm you. Go on, try it; what have you got to lose?"

Nothing. Unable to form a solid argument against it, Elsa gave up trying and inhaled. Truly, it was much diminished from the odor she'd had before, but still enticing to her strange olfactories. From that and the vibrator still going to work inside of her, she let slip a low, purring moan

"There you go," Anna encouraged her when Elsa nuzzled into the hair, unable to notice the hips moving below at the same time. "Pheromones, right? You feel more relaxed, at home?"

"Home," she dully echoed. She most certainly did not feel more relaxed, but she presumed going back to relaxation wouldn't take terribly long at that pace. Slower than the first, but not by much.

Wait. She was contemplating hitting a second orgasm.

What was she thinking?! There could be no doing that with Anna in the same room! It was unthinkable! Sacrilege! But the more the very faint aroma penetrated into her, the more she wanted to let it happen. Which she could not. She could not get off while sitting in a bathtub with her sister's armpit in her face! Even just conceptualizing that made her want to burst into tears.

"Switch?" Elsa put up no fight. When presented with another crimson tuft of pubes, she leaned up into it, groaning as the vibrations drove her on at a reckless pace. Anna's face was perfectly passive, though she did glance over at her briefly. Satisfied for now that she wasn't disgusted, or aware of what was going on beneath the water, Elsa tried to nuzzle further under the sleeve, but couldn't get it out of the way with her face. And Anna probably wouldn't be able to without taking the shirt off, which neither of them wanted.

"Not getting enough? Hmm… this is a toughie. Well, there's a couple other areas with a lot more pheromonal output, but I think if I put those in your face, you'd strangle me," she joked. Elsa didn't respond to it, she only kept sighing into the hairs. "That's a whole other sister-place."

"I m-must be crazy," she mumbled aloud as her nose gouged into the flesh, being teased by the hairs. "Really… crazy, really, really bad-crazy…"

"Ooh," Anna giggled, squirming. "Tickles. But is that good? I can hold it there another minute." Even while she wanted to stand up and deck Anna for asking "is that good" about this, she kept going, breathing it in while she rode the shining blue sword beneath the waves to another, bigger finish. "Wow, you really enjoy the hairy spots. This is fascinating, in a strange way. Fun in another. Do you… want to try another one?"

"Nnn…" She had been trying for "No", but that was all that came out, powerless as she was to stop.

"It's not the areas I was talking about before," she assured her with a giggle. "Don't worry. But I thought we could see if you get anything out of it. Can you guess what it is?"

"No… I don't, but… I could probably guess if I… if I wasn't so…" What was she going to say? So turned on? So tired? So pruney from being in the bathtub too long?

"Okay. Now bear with me; like I said, maybe you won't care." Leaning down a little bit more, Anna turned her head… and suddenly, Elsa found her nose was sticking into Anna's ear.

"Hnnh?!"

"OW!" Anna squeaked. "Careful, that's pretty loud right now! But, um, yeah. The same apocrine sweat from armpits is inside the ear canal. Like… anything? No?"

Well, she had already done enough strange things that she couldn't pass judgment on this particular one. Elsa inhaled deeply… it was interesting, sure, but nothing compared to the heady cocktail in the wells beneath her shoulders.

"Mmm, not really," Elsa confessed to her, once she had drawn her head back. "Not as good as your p-pits." Fresh shame flooded through her stomach at confessing to that. The word "good" should be stricken from the English language.

"Okay," Anna laughed. "I was just curious, and thought you might be, too. I'll let you get back to work." The moan was more pronounced when Elsa got to shove her face back under Anna's shoulder, and Anna looked a little contemplative. After a few more seconds of watching and listening to Elsa writhe, she whispered, "Can I kiss you?"

"Wh… wha…?"

"I want to. Right now. While you're… in the tub." The last words were said as if they were stand-ins for other words. But instead of explaining, Anna smiled and kissed the top of Elsa's head. "And you can just lie there, and… enjoy the tub while we kiss. Unles you don't want to."

She knew. Maybe she hadn't before that moment, but now she knew, for sure. Tears automatically blossomed in the corners of her eyes, but all she whispered was, "I'm sorry."

"For what? Just kiss me."

So she did. As the vibrator drove her headlong into a second orgasm, Elsa was lip-locked with Anna, devouring her like a starving woman. It only took two minutes of making out for her to bring herself off, as she had expected from the minute the pheromones began to do things to her. She was able to conceal most of her reaction, but a little slipped out, regardless.

Either way, the second far outshone the first. There was no real comparison. Anna's sweet, enticing lips made her come that much harder.

"Daaaamn, you're so good at that," Anna panted as they broke apart, a gentle smile in her cheeks. "My sister is just really good at everything, I'm pretty sure."

"A-Anna…?" she managed to choke out.

"I think I'm gonna go order that Chinese now. You, um, take your time in here, okay?"

"B-but…" Anna was already standing up and walking to the door, gathering her instrument on her way. "But what about…"

From the doorway, Anna paused, not quite looking at her. The freckle-dusted cheeks were still red, and she stopped to bite her lip as she considered her words. Once she found her voice, all she did was repeat, "Take your time." Then she was out and shutting the door behind her.

~ To Be Continued ~