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CHAPER WARNING: Incest, voyeurism, caning/flogging, pissing, anal plugging, pet play, golden shower, fingering, soixante-neuf, multiple orgasms and other minor things.

NOTE: This is a pretty long-ass chapter and it took me a time to write it because of my job and lack of time, but I finally got it; now for the next one…

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~ CHAPTER ONE ~

From the mistral's last whispers a fire rises with buoyancy.

It was early in the morning and a young girl got up from bed to do her morning chores before her mothers opened their eyes or stopped snuggling between their sheets. She collected the eggs in the henhouse, milked the cow in the barn and hurried to have breakfast ready for when they left their bedroom, all while repeating the same croon again and again. Her intention for being so helpful during the last days was the approval of her mother to be liable to go to town with her mama for foodstuff and, successively, pry for something to satisfy her hunger for excitement lately neglected after a surfeit of books by now involuntarily memorized.

"Hey, mama, how was your night?" Clara asked as she place three porcelain plates on the table already knowing the answer.

"Hi, baby. The same as always, I'd like to lay down on bed for the rest of the day, but ... you know, labors." Anna answered tiredly as she began to eat Clara's cuisine that seemed rather a like a collation.

Clara had already taken a seat at the table when Elsa showed up in the dining room. Doubtlessly she'd taken her time to look presentable before even stepping out of the bedroom, it was an aspect that Clara felt she should reciprocate with agreeable manners.

"Good morning, mother. You look gleaming today... I mean... like every day." Clara chuckled before receiving a comely kiss from her mother in the forehead.

"Morning, little one. You prepared breakfast again, huh?" Elsa noticed while sitting next to Anna.

"Yes, I wanted to show you that I still have some sense of responsibility in me, you see?" The teenager replied gingerly.

"Fair enough." Were Elsa's simple words before starting with her plate. A short and rather quite time passed before Clara ceased to play with the braid that crossed over her forehead and commenced an argument with her mothers.

"Um ... Y-you noticed I did not prepare much for breakfast today, right?... like... of course you did, it's in front of you." The girl mentioned insecurely and added softly. "Can I go with mama for the errand today? I made a list of the victuals we ran out of recently."

Swiftly it came to Elsa's mind the intentions behind the proactive manners her daughter has exhibited these days. 'So it was all for this, huh?' Her inveterate reply would be a refusal to correspond such impertinence. But in a peculiar way, that attitude didn't appertained to this specific setting, so she agreed with a demure expression to let clear not to make a plight out of her desire in the slightest.

~ o ~

Following the last ken of her mother introducing their clothes in the colander to wash them that forenoon, a sudden change of demeanor sprouted out of the young girl to collide with Anna in an indistinguishable way.

"What the fuck, mom? You were supposed to back me up during breakfast, you know it means quite a lot to me!" Reproached Clara all vexed, to which Anna grunted with despond.

"That's the kind of pressure that gets your mother moody and results with a shouting NO! You should know it pretty well at this time, so don't blame me for not trying to screw you up." A grunt filled with exasperation came from Clara to this reply, as it was true.

The rustic cart was crossing through large tracts of natural forest whilst the boisterous strawberry blondes confabulated with the usual set of emotions. Now and then Clara inquired through a good-natured banter the boisterous and equable relationship Elsa and Anna had as a couple. Her mother's misgiving and traditionalism were endearing quirks loved by her mama. And such a feeling surely was reciprocated with limerence as years passed by, albeit harshly she had the opportunity to witness it in recent times as her mother seemed to grow more stoic every day. An affair that's still a niggle in Clara's mind and Anna couldn't clear up.

"… Anyway, I hope to find a perennial love like yours one day. Notwithstanding that it'll only happen when I get to stand in a burg or something; I heard they continue accepting peasants in the royal academy for the instruction of damsels" Clara emphasized with slight animus. "I could enroll and maybe grant myself a scholarship with mother's tutelage"

"I don't think that'll be appropriate. You are too much like me as well, and between fancy and tetchy people you can only aspire to be dogsbody for the courtiers." Words of discouragement like these aforementioned by Anna as quoting Elsa had a concrete prestige Clara couldn't deny due to the seriousness Anna had on subjects of equal magnitude such as her future in comparison to her remiss approach over anything else. The teenager nodded discouraged.

"My birthday is getting closer as well. I was hoping for a pony." Now Anna began to feel worse than her daughter.

"A pony isn't strong enough to pull a cart, it wouldn't even be useful for a ride. It's not a good investment for our wherewithal after the payment of our leasehold, Clara. I'm sorry. "Her daughter only limited to look away to deciduous trees. "Hey, what do you say if I prepare you dumplings for lunch when we get back?"

"Yeah, whatever. There's no need to make qualms by flaunting our wealth."

"Please don't get like that." Craved Anna with annoyance knowing she had to remedy her daughter's downhearted mood.

When they reached town, Anna took the list from Clara's hands to exchange it for a few silver coins with a clear purpose.

"Don't be late, if you are not back with me at the market in two hours you know what to expect." This gesture sparkled a twinkle in Clara's cerulean eyes. She hugged her mama and hurried away through the multitude of subjects walking by. "Coriander, courgette, cornstarch... Where she learned to be such a wet blanket?" Anna thought out loud to herself after giving a quick check to the list.

The kingdom of Letharsalles was a territory where not a lot should be expected from, the commerce was based on husbandry and season agriculture that brought a circle of repetitive and dull colors to the surroundings of every village and so a humdrum life style locals seemed quite at ease with. But for Clara it all was indecorous and all that was left were the novelties from other lands presented downtown as pageants and flamboyance for children to be flabbergasted.

After staring at some people who were preparing the streets for another festival, perhaps because of the visit of a foreign dignitary, Clara entered the antique shop where she was able inspect with freedom whatever she please after being a staunch costumer for many years even when she didn't bring a penny with her. Deaglan, the shop owner was enthralled with Clara's uncommon interest as a farm child for the outer wonders he owned being a foreigner himself.

"Got some bawbees to spare, colleen?" Gaily asked the oldster.

"You bet I do, mister Deaglan!" Clara replied to the bibliopole as she approached to review the stacked and aligned books. The couthy old man who used to be a colporteur since his youth through different countries also had other possessions bewitching Clara, like alembic, a clepsydra or a bezoar from a supposed Vouivre, but books were always her priority after reading something about a deity named Egeria, there was something about it that got her intrigued. Her interests went beyond the usual fondness for galoots if she was the only person in town who has them, she thought to herself after collecting a few novels and treatises to muck about in bed by candlelight.

The amalgamation between satisfaction and longing was still in balance since she still had some change left over from her mama's munificent gesture to buy something more, this time being totally unscrupulous in the confectionery. The oniomania of a child woke up in the inside of the store and after leaving with a bag of fruit and milk sweets, she no longer had a coin left. A crowding of activity started to take place outside with public figures she knew but couldn't name and others she had never seen on horseback calling the attention of merchants and villagers.

The flamboyant occasion was worthy of admiration for a while, but a brief peek at something, or rather someone else, took the teenager off her absorption. An uncanny man who was looking directly at her through the other side of the street and between the people as if he had already been waiting for her from the moment she entered the sweetshop caught her attention for how firm and uninterrupted he looked, for the way he was staring at her direction underneath his hooded visage, she was convinced his eyes were focused on her and that was enough of a reason not to want to be sure of it by conceding a close encounter. When the mysterious-looking man decided to give the anticipated first step towards her, her instincts led her to quickly move away from him, walking in the opposite direction from where she came until she noticed the rush he was carrying behind her. In her now fast escape from whatever that stranger represented, Clara crossed the street colliding with several people until she was abruptly stopped after abruptly visualizing her collision against a stallion. The animal was startled with fear but it was Clara who fell to the floor instead of the rider who got off his saddle to assist the girl alongside his guards. She noticed with spasm and confusion how her bag of sweets had expanded its contents all over the cobbled street before paying attention to the people surrounding her.

"Are you okay, young one?" Asked the rider kneeling before her. When she looked behind her, the stalker had disappeared or hid, she could not say for sure.

"I think so." Clara responded picking her books from the floor.

"A pity, yes? A complacency for juvenescence wasted in such a thespian mishap." The elder remarked as he observed indifferently the mess below him. "Nonetheless the safety of a child like you not being compromised out of this difficulty will allow me to redress such slander."

"It was my fault, I should apologize for my obtuseness, sir."

"Gentleman, my dear; and as such, it wouldn't be proper to let you walk away with compunction. Please, come with me. I'm a dignitary from a distant land and I'll esteem an informal exhibition of your home. You'll be duly compensated." Clara was going to immediately reject the offer, but her manners and the reason she ended up in that position in the first place made her lean toward a doubtful acceptance.

"What's your name again?"

"In its rightful time, my dear." Clara nodded and both walked through the street outdistancing themselves from main parade, escorted by guards uniformed with long and crimson grenadier tunics.

Clara had a vacillating sensation concerning the abetment that pushed a member of the nobility to invite a random girl from the hoi polloi to have a seemingly private chat while waiting for a midday menu at a patisserie reserved for the elite families of Letharsalles. It should be noted that they had not even formally presented themselves as they sat at an empty table. The wine offered to her wasn't watered down and had an iodized savor she felt was making her open up to honesty.

"Is there something that you want to know exactly out of a lowborn regarding what you consider the high reception not to be exalting you with?" Clara asked observing his regimental insignia.

"It's nice to go back to deal with modest probity in effect. You see, as an emissary of my fief I am in charge of expanding the commercial horizons of my land in search of a... favoring, should we clarify." The elder explained with a hint of exaltation. "Throughout my prosperous profession I have dealt with fluctuations that changed the direction of my decisions and my position as well. Once I met a young woman very similar to you who was beginning her mandate in a neighboring kingdom. At first I was confident that her ruling would promise an improvement in the trade relationship of both sides, but, in a manner of chance or fate, things did not turn out quite deliverables."

"Throughout my prosperous profession I have dealt with fluctuations that changed the direction of my decisions and my position as well. Once I met a young woman very similar to you who was beginning her mandate in a neighboring kingdom. At first I was confident that her ruling would promise an improvement in the trade relationship of both sides, but, in a manner of chance or fate, things did not turn out quite deliverables."

The waiter placed both orders on the table. The young woman had ordered a slice of chocolate torte.

"How unfortunate." Clara commented while she divided the cake with a fork and guided it to her mouth with delicacy. Her movements were meticulously admired by the emissary who had not yet tested his order.

The old man stared at nothing "Doubtlessly unpardonable for memory." A cumbersome silence extended until Clara took the initiative again.

"You can proceed, sir."

The old man broke his meditation. "Of course, after this incident my rank was compromised in the dukedom and my relegation has kept me for many years off course. Looking for the best possible transaction inland for more banal that it can really be as a result of the lack of proximity between feuds." Before Clara could give her condolences, he proceeded. "But commiserations are not the purpose of this concurrence. Tell me, my dear. What does your home have to offer an old vassal? "

Clara hesitated, her knowledge did not go beyond the ordinary in this subject matter. Her mother had not adequately instructed her in regards of trading, nor had she established major connections since they had settled on the outskirts of town. She wasn't garrulous with other adults, maybe it was from her where she obtained her attribute of being introvert, besides the constant lecture her mother preached to her as if pronouncing a homily for a good child about meeting with strangers.

"I was not born here. I think my mothers... I mean, my parents were traveling for some time as well until they opted for this place to establish ourselves and make a living." The girl expounded with candor.

"Oh? An odd choice if I'm allow to say."

"Yes, do tell. It's indiscernible for me until this day."

"In a way, it reminds me a bit of my thoughts after the events I mentioned to you." He bent to pick up his briefcase and lay it on his lap. While he was inspecting his documents he continued. "My worries continued for a long time, due to the future that this kingdom could suffer without our long-lived association. I have come to understand that beyond the break of our agreements her kingdom prospered due to an alliance with the dukedom of Swansea, but, sometime later, another misfortune arose for that young platinum-haired queen." Clara's attentiveness flared up hearing these last words.

"Wait... eh, excuse me. What did you say. Uh. Could you repeat that again?" He hid the arch look wanting to form on his wrinkled face.

"Yes, it seems that misfortune was commonplace in those days..."

"I-I mean... her, the lady, queen..."

"Elsa... Queen Elsa of Arendelle." Interposed the old man galvanizing the young girl with every towering word.

Clara paled, aghast and irresolute, it seemed a lie, a deception, empty words, anything but the truth. A sense of vexation was galvanizing in her stomach making her want to vomit the dessert she had finished.

"Her beauty was regal beyond dispute." He continued. "Much like yours for what I can appreciate."

His fawning put in motion a reticent demeanor in Clara's next take of actions, it seemed like a somber undertone just exposed itself and it was crucial to be forehanded at responding to this aspiration of utmost good faith demonstration in the most logical way she had been taught.

"I think I should go now." Clara stated sharply while getting up from the chair.

"But I have not told you the best part of the story yet, my dear." The old man extended his gloved hand for her to sit down again. "Please, go back to your place." It was a command more than anything, but the girl obeyed without complaint. He introduced his hand in the briefcase and took out a parchment from between the sheets. "Well, on one of my trips I came into contact with some seafarers looking for my boon, in return I've been granted this." Holding with both hands the writing material in front of him, he proceeded. "A windfall I'd never expected from a lowborn, but it seems life has its ways to cross old paths."

"What's..." Dithered Clara with her eyes fixed on the parchment.

"A heartfelt declaration, a confession from a member of nobility who has renounced all her belongings and possessions for passionate love bound to her family, and now this magical tale is in my hands." the old man rolled the stiff sheet before taking a look at the paragraphs with his eyewear.

Clara's cheeks flushed fiercely. She had to get out of there before persuasive tactics turn to be really bothersome attempts to cow her to yield any information.

"M-my apologies, but I must retire immediately."

"Way of course, I will not take more of your time. I am sure that I will find another resident willing to talk about this land with great zest. Do not worry about paying for your dessert either, I'll take care of everything." She nodded without looking at his eyes for fear of what he could understand by staring into her gaze; took her books from the table and left.

The grenadiers who had remained outside, next to the mounts, saw the teenager rush out of the patisserie. One of them caught an order the emissary had given him through the window with a wave of his hand to chase the girl. Clara felt dizzy, but she was no lummox, she noticed that one of the crimson guards was following her steps closely. A breezy use of her parlance to retreat him from his pursue didn't sound cogent.

Out of her mind, the upshot of her will had petrified a small puddle on the cobblestone floor she had passed through without her noticing. Shortly after, the rest of the guards informed the emissary that their companion had fainted after suffering a concussion due to sliding with a frostbitten ground, cold to the point of having a solid ice mantle between the body and the ground itself. The old man nodded thoughtfully as he rubbed his golden aiguillettes and took the first drink of his already tepid coffee.

The late effects of the wine were wreaking havoc with her composure. Clara never abided deceiving methods, specially to yield any information she may be saving willingly. She wasn't good at dealing with persuasions nor determent, particularly when it was about adults, and the dogged escort certainly would coincide after an hour or so. But still, an appalling reflection was preserved in a corner of her mind even after her priorities changed abruptly. She also recollected the cause of her knotty situation, making her more disquieted.

'Where are you?' The teenager asked herself looking around the market for a specific car but similar to the others.

A sharp grasp closed around Clara's wrist making her squeal. "Here you are!" Shouted Anna obviously annoyed.

"Mom!" Clara exclaimed after the fright while she was being guided through carts and tumbrils by a mother not willing to let go.

"Do you have any idea what kind of mess we're gonna to get into? You will get me into, to be more precise." Anna queried.

"Y-yes, yes, I'm sorry, I was looking for you and ... I'm sorry, I screwed up!" The girl explained desperately.

"Sure you did, girl. We better leave this for the route back, every second that we hold up is an ordeal for your mother that will make us feel as well, especially me!"

"Sorry ..." Clara emphasized with puppy eyes and a begging grin placed in her visage.

Her mother understood her sincerity nonetheless, and from a snarl to a growl she tried to change her temper. "I hate being so lax sometimes. Let's get out of here."

~ o ~

The cart moved at a moderate speed through the road, the horse did not need more than a couple of lashes to understand the will of its owner. It was rare for Anna that Clara did not tell her about the books she had brought with her as she usually did when she had the opportunity to acquire them. She kept herself very silent and meditative, too much for the older girl's comfort.

"What is your excuse now? If she interrogates us both separately we can't give her two different stories of where we were at the same time."

"I ... I got distracted. That's all." Clara said lowering her books next to her.

"Sure?... Well, at least I shouldn't worry about anything I'm about to hide from your mother. Now, let's settle our fib properly." Luckily for Clara, her mama wasn't very meditative by herself in regards to the amount of trust she had for her daughter's word. But her mother was another story.

As soon as a credible lie was composed by both girls, Anna sought to put weight on another issue addressed that morning.

"You had me thinking while I was doing the shopping, you know?"

"Incredible." Clara enunciated with clear sarcasm to which Anna's knee jerk reaction shortened to a nudge.

"Whatever, it left a bad taste in my mouth telling you those things this morning, I don't like to be the one withholding your ambitions, there are many ways to avoid vapid mores for your future, remember how good you were with crochet? Maybe you could take a dressmaking class, a winsome girl like you sure will not have problems receiving commissions if we hope for the best. Fustian, Linen, and Moleskin, learning to use all those fabrics should not be difficult for you, bookworm, you could even have your own boutique. Can you imagine...? "

"No... forget it, mama." Was Clara's short and cutting viewpoint.

"W-what's wrong? I think you can ..."

"I said no ... I can't even baste properly two pieces of material to even come up with something indecent. I just lack the abilities. And you were right this morning," The teen folded her arms. "fuck that license."

Anna was doubtful as to how to react or what else to say. "The only thing that occurs to me other than that is a position as a chimney sweep, and I'm not even serious about it as an alternative."

"It's hard for me to apply myself to something else than perfunctory tasks, I recognize it, but..." She sighed as she watched the same dull landscape beside her. "I don't know. Maybe I'm bound to become a stable hand one day... I don't mean it to be wrong, grooms are nice people, is just..." The bucolic scene she envisaged in her mind lacked the charm she was yearning from her childhood epoch.

"Remember how much we used to have fun? You, mother and me playing inside and outside. Going to the meadow, and having tea parties over the green grass during spring. Staying awake all night having fun in your bed during autumn. I miss those times when I did not have to worry about anything ... where we could be ourselves..." She looked down to her books. "For me to ruin everything later on."

"Are you talking about your gift?" Anna leaned a little towards her child.

"Don't call it that! You know I'm not supposed to think any good of it!" Clara pointed out with an undaunted resolution resembling another judgement she had to memorize.

"You feel so?"

"W-what do you mean?" The young girl asked back, now offended.

"Tell me, Clara. Do you?"

Clara swallowed. "I... I really... What does it matter?" Her feelings and thoughts garbled her reply. "It's pointless to take that in consideration over anything now. Don't you think?" Before Anna could say something, her daughter continued. "It's part of a past I have to forget in order to underwrite what's forthcoming..."

Before giving up once and for all, Anna made another gamble to change Clara's dreary mood before bedtime. "Hey, will you do me a favor? I need you to take a look back there. I don't know if I bought all the things you wrote down, and without a pen to verify, I may have forgotten something."

Upon reviewing the purchases, an object covered with a dark blanket woke Clara's attention. When unfolding, the revelation made her eyes open wide, and a light smile began to mark itself from cheek to cheek, a saddle was presented in front of her and, by its appearance, it did not belong to a stallion. An amiable and quite cocky smile worked its way towards Anna's right cheek as well.

"Everything in place?" Anna asked, to which Clara responded with a cuddle making both of their cheeks flatten. It was miraculous what a mother with the maturity of an older sister could sometimes do.

Anna disposed herself for what was about to come as soon as Elsa spot them on their homecoming and started to walk to the cart to place herself next to Anna's side with a spleenful expression. Her daughter's wits always ended in a brawl between Elsa and her she could not interfere with an adroit solution. Maybe her sister forecasted they were victims of a pilfering during their promenade or something for that matter, whatever eerie ideas Elsa was capable to convince herself with as a solivagant, she couldn't let it enfeeble her zest or Clara's.

~ o ~

Clara lay awake in her bed, turning from side to side when she got tired of looking at the dark ceiling that evaded the vision of the moonlight coming through her window. The foofaraw with which her mother had received her back home had rebuke her chance to visit the outside again for a long time if her ultimatum were to be valid for days to come. 'This sucks…'

She got up from her bed and out of her room. Concerned about the backlash her mama had to endure throughout the afternoon from her mother until this last one sent her to her room without dinner, Clara walked down the dark corridor that, halfway, was facing her mothers' room. Having kept her ear gently against the door, she could not hear any sound coming from the other side. In that almost absolute silence, the girl came to pick up some sounds outside the house. Her leather slippers were silent with each footstep, something the young girl appreciated as she continued her risky prowess out of the house and towards the barn, whence the sounds already recognized as the voices of their mothers still arguing heatedly came. 'Why here…? Are they gonna go on for the entire night?'

As she walked around the solid stone wall of the barn, a large and dark figure moving toward her startled the teenager until she realized that it was Flora, the cow she had milked that morning and the only one on their farm at the moment. The animal was tied to the side of the closed entrance, which Clara sought to avoid in case her mothers left the barn abruptly. The crescent's light made her move with wary steps as she got closer to the brightest sparkle of diminutive luminosity that managed to protrude from between the planks composing the paddock door. She had a diminutive but clear-cut vision of the inside. An oil lantern was illuminating the interior with a light orange veil. Inside, both mothers were at her sight, looking at each other as they hold a refractory stance.

"Just answer me, okay? Do you find it enjoyable in the least to do this to me?" Elsa questioned her sister severely.

"Still?" The strawberry blonde replied with airy astonishment before turning her back on her sister, which ignited a raw disconformity in Elsa.

"Answer me!" The older woman demanded. "There are many things that I am willing to turn a blind eye on, too many, but when I frame a line I do not expect but rather order you not cross it, that includes not forgetting the responsibility you have with my daughter."

"Our daughter, Elsa! I can tell you I don't appreciate the way you forget that detail when you get butthurt." The youngest woman declared without looking back.

With a growing frustration, Elsa shouted. "I do not want her to take any risks. Understand, Anna, even though she told you to invent such a bad story to excuse yourselves, you must behave like a mother and be strict with her!" She emphasized with both hands in the air threatening to clutch Anna's head.

The younger one faced her counterpart again. "Ugh! This is absurd, it's almost like you've forgotten about the last decade of absolutely nothing new in our lives, including something that could be dangerous in the slightest. How did you come up with such an outlook out of your ass?" There were times when Clara overheard rough replications from her mama to her mother, but this lack of respect caught her off guard, so much so as the lack of attention her mother gave it.

"I'm serious, I'm aware of the procession that is being celebrated these days in the town, many of the newcomers are from overseas and I do not want her curiosity to lead her into contact with anyone who can jeopardize our way of life..." She brought herself forward. "This is no longer a game."

By hearing this last statement, a skeptical expression loomed on Anna's face. "It isn't?"

Elsa neatly but infallibly folded her arms. "No."

"Really? Well, it's funny, because I find it very enjoyable, if I'm allow to be open." Anna safely confessed, now being her the one stepping forward.

Elsa glared every movement the younger one made towards her, and Clara discerned a sense of unease in her as she stood unyieldingly firm. "Retain those words, Anna. I don't want to repeat myself."

Anna placed both palms on her own chest, indicating a presumptuous sense of umbrage. "Now you are giving me orders? Is that how it's gonna be?" She giggled, now moving around the older one. "Tell me something, don't you find it enjoyable in a way?"

"You already know... Agh!" A halting feeling of scathing pain expanded across the back of her head. Anna was sharply holding her hair. Pulling on it with a fist from which came small locks of hair that produced the greatest amount of pain to Elsa.

"Answer me!" Elsa tried to look back at her sister's clasp. "Could this be of your fucking liking?!"

To ease the pain, the older sister tried to walk backward to be stopped by a hand placing itself in her back. "Anna, what are you... Oghnnn!" Another acute hair pulling cut her words off.

"Still? I think it's me who didn't make her point clear yet." Anna hinted as Elsa tried to hold her arm to relieve the tension causing her a hectic breathing.

Clara was dumbfounded, descrying an odious yet somehow spellbinding affair kept her engrossed in a curled up position, thrilling in suspense for her mother and herself.

"What...? Wait, how can you...? What do you think you are...? Oh, god...!" The heave of two hands tightened in her hair made Elsa shriek and kneel. "O-oh! Oh my god...!"

"Hush! You're constantly giving me shit in a constrictive fashion, and I'm a little sick of it. Do you know what it feels like? Of course you don't. All you know how to do right is bitch and moan with this slutty mouth for a whole day." Anna remonstrated by placing her thumb in Elsa's mouth, caressing her tongue while the rest of her fingers gently scratched the edge of her jaw. "Aren't you tired of being such a tight ass this long?"

Right after Anna pulled her thumb off, Elsa gulped. "Anna..." The younger sister heeded. "H-how dare you?"

Now feeling frustrated herself, Anna growled. "Listen carefully, from now on I'll cane you if you aren't honest, you want to walk off this barn with tender pink bruises all over your pale butt?" She warned proceeding to extract a riding crop from a basket covered with a dark blanket Clara was so absentminded to notice next to both women. Elsa remained silent beyond wheezing having the crop holding her chin up. "I thought so... Look at me." Elsa obeyed. "Are you afraid?" With a nod, Elsa intimated what her pleading gaze was already shouting silently. "Afraid of pain... or pleasure?"

The purport of such a question was beyond grasp but Clara's nerves exploded, waiting for her mother to choose the right words for the most appropriate ratiocination. 'What are you doing? …What are you waiting for?... Come on...' Fingers curled, about to creak the door's surface with narrow nails.

Elsa was about to form something between a grimace or a more receptive look as she talked back. "T-this is not the way or the ti..."

"Bad! Bad! Bad girl!" Without measuring the applied force or direction to lead, a gust of whippings was pervaded throughout Elsa's svelte abdomen and prominent buttocks with austere lack of patience form Anna's part, querulous cries of pain escaped from between Elsa's demure lips. The older woman's attempt to reserve herself by clenching her teeth and swallow the ache was broken by a rough bow of fingers and palm around her throat. "This is what happens when a housebroken bitch acts like a varmint!" The stricture on Elsa's veins injected blood in her blue eyed gaze, a picture Anna delighted herself with.

Clara's heart started to throb anxiety, she knew she had to do something, but she did not know what or how, her hasty immaturity wanted to interfere when she heard her mother make guttural sounds and see her face flushing completely, but, for unfathomable reasons, she did not act.

The younger woman brusquely unhanded her sister's neck. With air mouthfuls, she allowed her to ease her searing condition to later make her lean forward delicately, both hands holding Elsa's balance now. Anna knelt beside her. "Hold steady, you are carrying a lot of pressure here... and here..." Anna noticed stroking her back with the crop and her clothed thighs with her bare hand, perceiving the heat through the garment "See? They are squealing by themselves."

Elsa just looked askance, although her perspective was limited, it wasn't necessary to see since she knew exactly why her thighs were shivering.

"It'll do you well to extricate yourself from this grief." Anna took a couple of steps away.

"Will you?" Were Elsa's few and ambiguous words.

"No, it's your commitment." The younger sister clarified by waving the crop up and down. "Get up." Upon the obedience demonstration from her counterpart, Anna sighed. "Take your clothes off."

Clara couldn't believe it, her mother no longer hesitated, just when the humiliating demands required a devotional obedience her predisposition made her remove her modest raiment. From vest to gaiters, Elsa uncovered her body in the middle of the barn. A little misgiving made her slow down when she reached her underwear. The teen thought a final plea could end this unfortunate situation, but her mother carried on by removing her corset and pantalets.

"Good..." A mischievous undertone came out of Anna's mouth.

If it wasn't for the garboil inside of the Clara's head that placed her in a standstill of thoughts to give way to the germination of an emotion taking root below her waist she would crawl away. The faint light swayed on the girth that molding her mother's body, the ripples that emphasized the slenderness of her abdomen and highlighted the mesmerizing proportions that formed her breasts and her bottom.

The older woman weighed for a meaningless modesty by crossing her arms underneath her breasts, caring to avoid covering her nipples from Anna's sight due to the punishment it may bring about to the rest of her bare flesh already marked by lines of dyed affliction.

There was a sign on Elsa's face that Clara neglected for a moment as she admired her nakedness, one that gave sole rein to a flagrant flogging throughout the rest of her mother's body, spread out by her mama after carefully approaching the naked woman who stood on her clothing so as not to touch the dirty floor.

All of a sudden, both of her thighs received the pungent touch of the whipping tool along with her calves and hips, making the older woman lean forward, wailing out of ardent pain. "Aaaah! Ooaah! S-sh-aaargh! Uggh!" Seeking to protect the lessons with her palms to end up receiving the same treatment in her upper arms. Elsa was back on the floor. Now trembling, she was waiting for her back to be flagellated too, for her luck, it didn't happen, but her misfortune pushed ahead.

"I do not want to see a trace of defiance on your face again, I'm going to make sure you remember it from now on." Anna tapped Elsa's right leg with her instrument for her to lift it, and she did, Elsa's knee left the ground and her weight rested on her toes. "Piss." Elsa looked up to see her sister in the eye, then tilted her head to see her crotch, her puffy breasts interrupting her vision almost touching her chin. "Come on, my sweet pet. I want to see you pissing through that cute pussy of yours, so pee for me."

Elsa nodded, she closed her eyes and concentrated. "Mmmh... Hmmm!" A reflective glow spread across a thin, yellowish stream welled from her cunt to sprinkle on the floor, soaking a little over the clothing that laid there. Anna was enchanted, but the spectacle was short, the gush had suddenly stopped, tracing its end through the left thigh of her sister.

Clara's mouth agape, her body trembled in dread for herself, for discovering something within herself, the teen felt anxious for the outrageous things she was beholding. She covered her mouth with her hand, but her eyes kept focus.

"What a letdown..." Anna sighed.

"Sorry..." Elsa soughed.

"Don't worry. I know what to do to get us a little loose." Anna leaned in front of the basket and took with both hands something inside of it. "Remember we discussed the lack of creativity in our repertoire recently? Well..." Clara immediately recognized the object in Anna's hands, it was the saddle they had brought back home. "What you think?"

Elsa stared at the horse seat with faint wonder to finish smiling slightly. "It's... nice." Still on all fours, she positioned herself rigidly to allow Anna to fasten the saddle on her back. Her feet were resting on the little puddle of pee she had released, but that didn't bother her, in fact, it caused the opposite sensation in her core. She arched her back up and watched with moderate longing as Anna shed her clothes as well, hastily and sophisticatedly.

'Oh my…' Clara wasn't all agog to see her mama in the same manner as her mother, she never was in any way, but the teenager had to admit to herself the view was really alluring, Anna's curves were not as pronounced as the ones of her mother, yet they were fascinating to look at for being wider than her own young ones and for the fact that those curves belonged to the other most important person in her life.

Putting the crop between Elsa's teeth, Anna climbed astride her back. "Now, how about we go for a ride, my mount?" The older sister had fixed a nearby destination, the basket, and began to clumsily crawl there with determination, licking the stem of the object pushing her cheeks backwards. Although her sister's movements were unwavering, they were still uncouth and wobbly, so Anna prized herself with her feet. "Come on, you're a healthy and mature mare, are not you?" At the end of her poor journey, Elsa felt the need to rest her head on the back of her hands, and she did, drooling on her fingers, not willing to let go of the punishment tool. "I should have brought a bridle, this is pathetic. Luckily I premeditated that you would need an insentient." Anna commented while getting up from the saddle to search again inside the basket and take out a couple of objects. They were toys, one already known for its shapely conical figure and crystalline transparency, but its particularity was in the flat bottom, where a kind of horsetail, a pony tail for Clara, was connected. "Spread." Anna commanded, and Elsa's hands were firmly placed on both of her reddened buttocks and separated as much as possible.

'Dear me!' Clara was grateful the situation did not become more violent, but she could not say to herself she felt appeased. The teenager recognized the nuisance that caused her not having a good view of the crotch of her mother in such a submissive pose, and that got her trembling again 'What is going on with me…?'

Anna did not lose sight of the bulky but tight hole twitching for nervously as she tongued the rounded tip of the toy. Whilst she pushed the sodden tip into her lover's ass, she watched the gestures projecting on her face.

"Oooomph ..." The rounded contour of the tip expanded the width of Elsa's asshole for it to finish closing itself around the toy after consuming all of its amplitude. Her teeth released the drooling riding crop. "Aaawm ... f-fuck'n gooood..." Wheezed the older sister, pleased by the filling of her bottom as it had a greater comfort traveling to her heart and caressing it.

Anna removed the seat from the saddle. "We won't need this anymore." She said throwing it away and accommodating the second toy in the hole where the seat was plugged in. This new toy, as well as being crystalline, had a narrower and longer shape, but what caught Clara's attention was the prominence that grew near the already plugged bottom, it looked like a beast's finger, sporting a bulging edge from which another extension, finer and curved inwards, grew.

The younger one surrounded her sister's back with her left leg and slowly lowered her hips, without the help of her hands she made a couple of attempts to correctly introduce the toy in her pussy, which, despite being rigid, slipped from one side to the other under the wet surface falling over it. On the third attempt and the head of the toy separated the vaginal lips more than Anna had already done by dividing her legs on both sides of her Elsa's torso.

"Haahhh ..." The younger sister exhaled as the length entered her hot, humid interior. When it reached its limit, the claw-shaped addition caressed the hooded union of her inner lips with brusqueness. "O-ohh ... Uugph ... Ready to go back to your place?" Elsa held the whip again between her teeth and began to crawl toward her dress, encouraged by the slaps that Anna carelessly gave her hips and buttocks still sore. "Hue! Hue! Little mare, I want to hear you whinny as you move your fat haunches. Come on, girl! Hue!"

"Nnnghhh ...!" Elsa replied enthusiastically. Her back was tired, but her excitement kept her on her feet, guided by her own spoor.

Such a demonstration had a randy effect inside of Clara, her breathing became dense and her crotch started to chime. She wanted to endowed herself with some of the arousal her mothers' had for one another, so she continued peeking, mildly rubbing her covered intimacy to appease the ache.

"Oooh ..." Anna rocked back and forth, stirring the toy's length inside of her pussy, rubbing her clitoris with the outer appendage. Elsa stopped upon having her clothes in front of her. The excitement of the younger sister made her rest her hands on her knees and begin to crush the toy from top to bottom. "Sweet... fucking... everyday... pleasures! This is so right on the spot! Oh my gosh! Oh my fucking goodness!"

The solicitous pounding threatening to break down the strength Elsa's limbs carried as her back already gave up, assaulted by constant hip strikes.

Both pairs of buttocks joggled in answer to every crush. Anna's were flattened with a quick shudder to be shaken again to their original form for a short instant after she lifted them up to whip them down again. Elsa's vibrated with much less freedom, but her most notorious moves came from the desire of the older sister, who undulated them up and down, kindly pressing the toy in her ass using her buttocks once they rose to release it as the fall. She wanted Anna to notice the cheering movements of encouragement she orchestrated with her bottom, but her sister was lost in ecstasy on top of her.

Any sense of guilt for impudence was discarded, Clara let an unchaste fervor take the reins of her actions and guide her to slide down her bloomers and begin to stir up her fingertips in circles on her wet pussy, slowly convincing herself that abstinence was of no avail. A sense of comfort shuddered her crotch as she squatted with both knees as far apart as they could be. Her need to close her eyes and focus on feeling her own body enjoy were exhibited, but she forced herself to admire her mothers again.

A sticky slick had spread over the saddle while splashy crushing sounds began to be heard, Anna's thighs were connected to the surface of the saddle through slobbery threads that revamped according to the hip movements.

Lunging her crotch against her sister's back had the precipitous impact she demanded, but she had to stop because it was all by her own and Elsa needed to fulfill her part for her and herself. "Aaaaahh ... fuck ...! Whatta trip. Phew! You sure make it fun but ..." Anna got up from her sister's back and placed herself in front of Elsa, her crotch at the level of her eyes. "We still have some issues to rinse." Elsa spat out the crop and tried to reach her sister's pussy with an anxious tongue only to be received with a thumb entering her mouth after she closed her eyes. "Now, let me show you how to have good manners and who is really in charge ..." Separating her older sister's teeth with the length of her thumb, Anna lifted her right leg and rested it on a weathered wooden chair beside her, giving small jumps to balance correctly. Her buttocks squeezed together as she disposed her hips forward. A translucent torrent was unleashed from between her vaginal lips separated by the index and middle fingers. "G-good ... Gooooood ... !" A long grunt erupted from Anna's throat after breaking the shrill barrier that composed her voice, it was more sonorous than deep, but it was released to be hear with fierceness as she forced the fill inside of her belly to descend and flow through the smallest hole of her pussy directly into Elsa's welcoming mouth.

Elsa's mouth hole was overflowing with her younger sister's warm piss, her tongue rose over the salty liquid after receiving enough attention in her taste buds to have the same heed in the lower part and prevent a large drink go directly down through her throat, not because she didn't want to swallow it, but not to drown and cough severely and spoil the mood. A yellowish waterfall overfilled the oral capacity she possessed, falling to the ground right from her lower lip. But part of the amount of pee carried on flowing along a path already outlined by cold sweat, from her chin, crossing through her thin neck, between her voluptuous tits and slender belly, to end up on the floor, resembling her own incontinence. She wanted to see the expression her Anna was putting, but the commotion she felt going inside and outside of her being made her close her eyes tightly, also due to the wet sparks splashing all over her face every time her sister failed the aim and hit her cheek or nose.

"Answer me! Are you enjoying yourself with what I'm doing to you?!" Anna quizzed the kneeling woman.

"Nnnnngghhh ...!" The interrogation was meant to be answered, although the only effort Elsa could make to emit a sound was just for snuffle. Her hands clasped on both thighs in front of her as the spurt continued to surge with pressure. Her younger sister noticed her inability to utter a single word, so when she was about to finish, she guided the current over her face by forcing her compression. The sensation of sprinkles slightly pricking her face was replaced by a delineating stream that went up her nose, soaking her forehead and her hair. Elsa blew out the plentiful amount of pee shaking between her lower teeth. Upon hearing a splashing sound and aspirate again through her mouth, she vociferated with furor. "Oooooaaawwghhh ... !"

'Please...' Her hair was something she overestimated, Clara knew it and considered a degree of frustration in her mother's crying.

"Answer my question! I'm sick of thrashing you like a lazy and blundering animal, so be honest with both of us! Are you enjoying our fucking game yes or no?! Answer me!" The wry jubilance had suddenly vanished from Anna's tone, and an upswing of seriousness was remarked. Her everlasting efflux breaking off in fugacious but estimable sparse squirts.

'Please!' Clara grumbled as the speed with which she rubbed her pussy went up, making the flesh beneath her fingers budge while she kept segregating cum all over the hand about to cramp.

"Answer noooow!"

"Yeeeeeesssss...!" Elsa cried. "Yeeeaaahhsss...!" A frown appeared over her wide-open eyes. Her mouth twisted to show a grimace of heedless joy around all of her pearl teeth. And the whoop echoed right into her daughter's core.

'Fuck yesss...' Jolts of pure pleasure oscillated from the teen's pussy with reckless manner, hugging her belly, chilling her back and choking the numbness of her arm and legs. The orgasm she suffered made her stretch her neck backward, arching her back in such a way that she could fall flat on her back if it was not because her free hand was gripped against the doorframe making it grate with her fingernails. Her mind was dissolving, her senses were extinguished and her balance disappeared by the most euphoric moment she had lived. While she pursued harassing her warm soaked vulva with exasperating pats, her eyesight began to regain the focus she had lost so deliciously in a matter of seconds, but also a sense of weariness and daze all over her shivering limbs, something she found funny in a way she wasn't going to bother understanding. The teenager swallowed and wiped the sweat from her forehead, she did not want to waste much time recomposing herself, so she licked a dab of cum from her fingers and she leaned forward to the small opening again. At that point she wanted to keep witnessing the lascivious games of her mothers preserving the same rapturous absorption as she captured her clit with her index and thumb whilst the rest pressed and stretched her burned up inner labia. Suddenly, her face had paled completely and her breathing had been cut off, her mama was looking directly towards the door between her and the naked couple she was spying on. The hair on the back of her neck bristled, at any moment she would hear her name and she would've been in the biggest trouble she could possibly imagine not knowing what to drivel as an excuse.

"A-anna?" A breathy, light voice was heard and proceeded cautiously. "A-am I in trouble?"

"Heh ... So much trouble, you slut!" Anna responded to her sister by focusing back on her with her unalterable leer. "You fucking slut! Get those tities up!" Elsa lifted her torso, forming a straight posture with her shoulders back. Her ass cheeks rested between both heels, her hands removed from her forehead the wet strands of hair that fell on, and her breathing made not only her chest expand, but also her belly. Her ribs reflected the dim light when marked with each inhalation when bathed in sweat. "Good girl ..." The youngest one's derisive tone regaining its place. She unfastened the saddle and let it slide through the curves of the older one, falling coarsely behind her. The kneeling woman simpered as she saw her sister go and sit on heavy sacks of corn. "Now move that slutty tail here, huh?" Anna said patting the bundle of food beside her, to what Elsa responded by rushing with puerile animus.

"What's next? What's next?!" Elsa asked anxiously after crawling with her palms and the tips of her feet to the right place. Clara could not help but to smile shyly when she saw her mother so ablaze, it seemed like an eternity since she recognized such an avid desire for frolics on her countenance, not to mention the rest of her impatient body that had opened a new and enlightened perspective in regards to fun for the ebullient girl.

"Now comes the best." Anna squatted, laid a hand on the floor and leaning forward she said. "I want you to roll forward and rest your back in these sacks, upside down. Can you do it?"

Elsa granted her sister her wish. With the certainty and vivacity of an ingenuous adolescent, she swallowed, let out a giggle and placed her head and both hands on the floor as she began to breathe rapidly. "Aaaahp!" With an impulse as straight as she could afford, she lost her sense of balance and was alarmed when she raised her lower part up in the air, but she fell abruptly and directly where she was wanted, every flabby part of her body waggling due to the collision. "Oooff!" Laughing at her own silliness, she sought to know the opinion Anna had for such acrobatics. She could have slanted to one side or shake her feet like crazy as she fell backwards, tapping her face with her own breasts, but in any case the result would only have caused a bigger laughter to her than the one Anna was already letting out.

"Are you kidding me?" The younger sister felt into cachinnation. "Well done, Elsa. Well done!" She applauded the intrepid demonstration that set her sister's butt up, bowed with her lower back resting on the large burlap bags notoriously more solid than a bunch of pillows, but far more worthy of approval than the rigid floor where part of her upper back and head laid on. She retained a special fascination for this type of postures so exponent of a desire for complacency carried out by lewd antics, it was a romantic gift that invited more than the simple and tender admiration and the knowledge of being loved, it demanded her to give all of her impetus to ravage the restive sexual agitation turning them insane one for another. "So fucking perfect..."

Rather open mouthed and agog, Elsa observed as her sister crawled over the sacks of corn and tipped her torso down to support her round cheek on one of her gluteus, both lumps of ardent flesh overwhelming against each other from their original bulbous shape. "W-will I be prized with my booty now?" Elsa asked being unable to hold her excitement much longer as she watched the way her sister pulled weakly from the false tail connected to the toy embedded into her butt, gazing at the way Elsa's asshole held around the plug jealously with each pull to reclaim back inside the tiny value of pellucid thickness uncovered when she let go of it.

"I never said anything about a reward, my dear... But you may deserve one if you submit to me as I told you." Anna teased.

'What, what else could she possibly...?' Elsa thought not knowing with who she should be upset about this obtrusive goading before her sister intervened.

"I want to know what you've learned tonight... I know you are holding something in here..." Anna's hand abandoned the phony tail and stroked its way down to her sister's tummy. "I want you to piss on yourself, all over your ice-melting body." She kissed the outer labia twitching as it received her breath before lifting her face. "I think it'll be good for your grief..."

'Yes, yes… I want that again...' Clara agreed, preparing herself for such a coda by resting her elbows over her thighs, close to her knees, with both hands inward. Her thumbs were crossed and closed around her clitoris, and the rest of her fingers were aligned next to their respective index fingers, persistently taming a vulva that begged for wilder attention, getting it ready for its supplication to be consented.

Elsa flickered and huffed lowering her hands to the floor next to her head again to accommodate herself better by bending her back a little more forward with short impulses from her hips, being careful not to swoop too much. She ogled her lumpy bud already spilling a thin drop of sticky cum on her navel, and the flushed face a couple of centimeters behind it. Something was missing for her messy commitment with herself. "How about a little help?" Anna leered again in response and she began to stretch her wrinkled labia with the tips of her fingers, causing a gaping sound to come from her clammy pussy, to finish pinching with her nails the chunks of trapped flesh, causing whimper out of her mouth. "Uuunghh...! Y-yeahhh..." Being upside down filled her head with blood, enabling her to perspire again from her sweaty and pissed forehead, together with the rest of her porcelain skin. "Yeah-haaa..." Her inner lips were shortly released, but only for her to undergo a worse incitement. The torturous stimulations planned by Anna went on, a fingernail was buried between her clit and its fond hood, rousing the embrace of a sharp and delightful pain that made her gasp. Her clit was harassed by a thumbnail assailing its base and her urethral bump was besieged by a constant scratching from a left hand nail threatening its sensibility. "F-fuck-knnngh...!" Elsa corresponded the support by losing the stirrups. "Oooooohhhh...!"

With bated breath, Clara took her mother's return to her overstimulation as a sign to start her own fulminating attack on her teen pussy again. She beheld as her mother beamed whilst her golden stream squirted free out of its sustenance, the spirited bath beginning anew. 'How polite...'

"Ooohh my goodnesss..." Elsa moaned, she boosted the misaligned outpouring into a more precise line, stopping the hideous waste of her effusion from leaking to any random direction, which included her butt cleft, something she found ticklish as the thin current went down her back. Through a bladder compression, the older sister closed her eyes and piddled beyond her creased belly, lengthening the discharge over everything that was between her snatch and her face.

"Yesss..." Anna hissed on par with the sound of the flow before her, witnessing her sister yielding to her now personal delight. Her eyes and mouth were ajar, it seemed as if her sister was capable of doing magic in more conventional and at the same time more scandalous ways, though the most absorbing thing for her was always how submissive Elsa had remained over the years as they reached far distant horizons as different women, yet only being able to see it as a couple committed to complement each other while they explored their ways together.

"I commend every time you do this to me, I've always loved it..." Elsa suspired, her knees buckled and her legs descended as much as they could.

"You are doing it by yourself again, Elsa."

"I mean my volition, silly. You always break my will and I can't help but love every fucking second of it... Aaagh... it makes me feel so good no matter what you do." Her back felt cold pressed against the rough floor, but her release compensated for her temperature in an unequal manner by warming up her chest like a direct, but not scarce, hot bath.

"I like hearing that." For Anna, it was more than clear by the way Elsa unkindly stroke her own breasts with a wring between her palms and fingers pads. "And the view is quite good too."

"S-so gooood..." After interlacing her limbs, Elsa's forearms were located firmly behind her knees, and with finger grips, she forcibly held her buxom pair up by squeezing out each erect nipple and releasing them fleetingly in order to indulge herself with the vertical wobble displayed amid her flabbergasted phiz and her propulsive deluge of pee. Her feet stiffened to the tips of her toes, pointing at the ceiling, as she watched the way her tits spread golden drops everywhere in their quest for balance in such an unconventional posture, dabbing her chin a little in the process. The gush had an excited welcome as it traced itself all over the moaning woman's face, particularly in her own mouth where a desirous tongue was spreading over the lower lip. She would've made her head back when she closed her eyes if it wasn't because the arched posture prevented her and the possibility that her spurt would enter her nostrils."Sooo... Agh!" She felt how her sister caught both of her pussy lips at the level of her bigger hole with the closed edge of her index finger and the pad of her thumb. However, Elsa pushed forward emptying her warm content with a less elevated but wider upsurge, causing streams to reach her armpits.

'Goodness...' Apart from Flora, Clara thought it must be the only spot of heat exposed outdoors. Every bared part of her body that wasn't stimulating or being sexually stimulated felt cold. Even so, her only point of interest created an aura of heat that made her sweat and ignore everything else, even a future cold.

"Haaa... Oh yes, I'm done... Ooh, how delicious... I can't believe it... So relaxing." Elsa blurted out between dense pants. Her relieving wellspring of demeaning fluid ceased with small squirts she pushed out, playfully looking to aim at her face again. "Was it good enough for you?"

"I think so. It seems like you've learned your rightful place as well. You are beneath me, underneath yourself and you'll have to get over it now as always for us to continue." Anna parted her sister's tender inner lips with a single finger. Her eyes stopped shining with amazement to denote provocative curiosity as she skirted the edge of her main hole, it seemed like an abyss alongside the small bulk that surrounded her urethral orifice, inducing her own to drip and demand for immediate care she managed to obscure during her role with experienced mastery.

"Yes..." Elsa assented above simple conform. She released her legs and let them rest on the sacks for a second, waiting for her sister's next move.

"Now it's time to spoil you, my pet." The younger sister jumped out of her spot on the bundles. She placed her fists on either side of her hips and sharply ordered. "Lie down." Elsa's column was sore due to the prolonged and odd posture, but she complied without any complaint that could interrupt her libidinous ambitions. Her sister slowly lowered her legs to the floor, one after the other, avoiding a sudden fall that could result in more unpleasant pain whereas she rotated on her lower back with the rest of her torso supported by her arms in the process. As she finished, laying down completely steady on the sodden floor next to the sacks, Anna commented. "Maybe I was wrong all this time... You may be a sow for what I can tell, right? Would you like a corkscrew tail next time?"

"Anything, Anna! I want everything from you! Take me to the most undignified and demeaning lowest status you could fucking conceive, but pleeeeease...!" Elsa confessed and pleaded, she felt as if she began to suffocate. Yet, an invisible force didn't permit her to pursue what she longed for.

"I can't believe what you've just brought upon yourself. You..." Anna put her big toe on her older sister's chest and pressed her down, making her lie on the floor entirely with fingers twirling in the air, wondering for what's to come next. "You nasty, dirty, filthy slut..." Elsa's chest expanded, her sister's voice felt like a heartwarming billet-doux dedicated to her ears, every word shone as part of a personal poem which only she could find touching in the most private manifestation of love she could ever imagine taking place in the entire world. It wasn't even necessary to be fucked for her to start to moan, as the sounds already were breaking out of her spoilt restraint upon having her sight overwhelmed by the thrilling view of her love's crotch above her and descending to meet with her. "My sluttish soulmate..."

With all of her confidence, Elsa closed her eyes again knowing things will only get better from there on, the only way they can go on like a woman's oozing pussy merging with the drooling mouth of another, together, sharing everything, including kinship, before and after their union. "Aaaahmmnn..." Anna knelt on her face, her heels pointing outward and her weight, resting her weight on her cozy tongue. "Mmnnnn..." The grasp of her sister's butt cheeks covering her face was accompanied by soothing sounds. She massaged the soft and round buns that were kneaded all over her countenance and molded by her facial features, squeezing the flesh that protrudes from both sides of her forehead.

"Uuh ..." Anna pursed her lips noticing the enthusiastic exertion Elsa started to assail her pussy with, her look wasn't only because of the requisite gracefulness her tongue and lip abruptly welcomed her wet spot with, but rather the way her sister's throat swung beneath her jaw. "Gosh, you really are horny tonight, huh?" She knew she did her job right that night before it even ended, so she continued. "I'm also eager for a taste myself, but I guess you already noticed it even by the smell at this point, your nostrils also do some wonders." Although she was pretty absorbed to answer, Elsa managed to reply by stopping her mouth inhalations and beginning to sniff deeply the puckered asshole pressed against her elegant nose to let her breath escape throughout Anna's heated vulva.

Elsa lifted her legs to receive Anna's face between them as she reclined her torso down, rubbing her ass on her face still fulfilling her obliging work after being released from the suffocating but exuberant butt cheeks capturing it. Her knees were bent over the height of her sister's back, held at the sides of both women's waist by a pair of arms surrounding them. The younger one lowered her head inwards to capture Elsa's labia with her wide open lips in a luxuriant absorption that pretended to startle the nervous sensibility overheating beneath her. "Ooh yeah! Yeaaah... fuck yeahs...!"

'Oh my gooood...' Their manners were mouthwatering for the young girl, Clara's captivation made her adore every second that passed, the cunning with which their mothers mutually exalted each other at the same time gave them all the merit they could receive with vanity from the teen's part. Her eyelids began to feel tired, her vision started to blur, but she proceeded by rubbing her slit, trying to ignore any sensation other than a carnal necessity. "F-fck yesss ..." Clara squeaked. Replacing one hand for the other to wage the friction of her crotch, she licked and sucked the cum on her fingers every time she exchanged them, the taste was delicious in a curious but invigorating way that made her feel especially naughty.

Instinctively, Elsa's arms curled around her sister's hips and her hands were placed under her butt cheeks for her to separate with her finger pads the outer labia in order to focus her tongue on the sweet spot with no interventions, lifting her chin to assist her tongue in the constant process that she repeated over and over on the wet and hot surface making her moan after every aspiration. Her own butt also began to be subjugated by her sister's hands, eager to adulate its stretched buns with curt squeezes which could end with nails digging into its softness. "Aghn good!" The older sister's feet crossed over each other around Anna's figure, resting on her back.

"So tasty ..." Anna tilted her head as she lashed the clit taking her breath, causing the legs around her to give a spontaneous jolt every time she touched the right spot with her expert oral techniques. She also had to remove the strands of hair that fell on her face from time to time, moving them behind her ear before changing her head's angle and try something different. The young sister resumed her part through more direct methods as she swung her tongue around the bud captured by her lips, sucking on it deeply with the unreachable attempt to leave it dry. But the storming did not limit to the utility of her mouth, Elsa felt as a couple of fingers slid into her cunt, swinging effortlessly in the very well-known cavity, arranging it for what's coming. The butt toy was also being manipulated, with her free hand, Anna made a light effort to twist it in the tight interior where it was held, but the firmness and the lack of proper lubrication made any attempt futile. Nevertheless, they both persisted for an exhausting amount of time with unbridled lustiness. Eventually, the pleasant practices needed a due improvement for the comforting relief they were craving for to reach to them with all of its fierceness. "Are you ready?"

"Oh yes!" Elsa gave a last kiss to her sister's slit she had savored dearly before she flippantly spanked her to encourage Anna to dispose her body in the right way. "Fuck yeah!"

"How misbehaved..." The younger sister lifted her right knee off the floor, lifting her crotch beyond the reach of Elsa's tongue, then she looked down at her through both pairs of limbs. "Fingers ..." Elsa corresponded to the demand quickly after sucking her middle and ring fingers without taking her eyes away from the tasty pussy above her, both fingers went into the hot spot, striking the inside with a monotonous motion while her index and pinky furrowed Anna's vulva. "Uughnn ...! Yes!" Anna gently lifted her head, letting the stimulating sensation promoted by Elsa travel through her interior. She could see the encouragement of her big sister arousing her, causing again a successive loss of control by the way she fingered her, and such ardour could only be enlivened in one way. "Is this a punishment harsh enough for her majesty? Is this what you demand, you bad girl?"

The tips of several fingers began to tickle her sensitive inner labia, teasing her, provoking a pleasant image to form in her mind in a fraction of a second of what she was about to receive. "Yeees! Fucking chastise my indecent muliebrity! Make my pussy yours again, Anna...!" Elsa shouted, her excitation fully breaking her inner self free again from the daily demureness she covered herself with. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Please, fuck-meeee...!"

'Oh my fucking goddess!' Her mother's voice was pure and hard euphony, bursting her center again to receive with all the pleasure with which she could again overwhelm herself with the next step in the demonstration of love that her mothers had for each other. Her breathing was led up to gasps that contracted her ribs almost painfully. She was exhausted and quite satisfied with this new way of entertaining herself, her muscles trembled for a cease, but she didn't pay attention to her body in this way, she still had some more spirit and forced herself to tough it out, challenging her luck and her manners by doing her best to remain silent as she masturbated again for the third time after briefly reveling with her second orgasm. She wouldn't stop until her mothers finish, even if it took the whole night, an idea that frightened and thrilled her.

"Oooghnn...! Fuck yes...!" Four fingers thrust their way inside the loose aperture posthaste, making Elsa howl in complaisance as she received them, her fleshy walls tightening around her sister's welcomed finger as they went inwards and holding onto them as they went outwards, commending the fascinating job she glorified her interior with. "Oh, good god! So good..." The older sister groaned. Anna's fingers went from being properly aligned, forcing the length of the hole, to take a more unified shape, with her pinky and her index fingers under her middle and ring ones.

"Is this better? You like me to go as hard and deep as reachable with all of them, huh? Aaaahh..." Elsa was too distracted to reply the obvious question as she compelled her incessant fingering against Anna's hole. Even though her sister's pussy was way dampened, it wasn't enough for Anna, she pulled her fingers out sporadically to unkindly shove them up her mouth to bedew them with saliva, tasting the cum quickly before plunging them back to their place and start spitting the rest of the gooey amount left and to be produced inside of her mouth right at the slit.

"Drill me good, Anna... Gape my pussy like you did with my butt, sweetheart..." Elsa asked for, unwittingly, pressing her thighs around her sister's ribs, too much for her liking.

"Uugh... I will... I'll surely give you what you crave for, but careful with your legs, I'm supposed to open you wide, not get squeezed." Anna derided at her current situation. "Oh sweetness... You are doing suck a good job back there too..." Anna's right foot began to shiver unstoppably after supporting her weight on the tip of her sole and toes, causing the muscles in the rest of her leg to shudder as well. Elsa smiled thinking that at any moment her sister was going to fall over her chest with both knees on the floor again, so she did not waste any more time and harried her sister's pussy with her tongue afresh, giving her good reasons to surrender to pleasure as much as she did by means of licks and sucks. "Ooughnn...! Elsa! So good...! Good, good, good-yes-good!"

The toil of Elsa's tongue extended to the peak of licking her own finger's length, that kept on penetrating the hot orifice exuding cum together with the middle one, to pursue her assault on her clit, kissing it as she drained the wetness oozing out by closing her lips and drinking the juicy fluid.

Anna stopped, her fingers huddled inside her sister's pussy-hole when her sight went unfocused, Elsa was about to take her over the edge with her handling, she knew it was only a matter of seconds, so she strenuously gripped her teeth against the biggest amount of flesh she could cover with her lips without measuring risks.

Elsa yowled in ecstasy, the pressure of both rows of teeth was hard enough to be perfect for a woman like her who needed to be in touch with other levels of hedonism at that point. She closed her eyes tightly and went back to devouring her sister with slurping sounds eager to be heard. The younger sister pushed up her fingers again encouraged by the frenetic pound she herself was a victim of.

"Mmmmhh…! Mooore…! Yeeesss…!" Tears sprang out of blessedness.

"Take it…! Take it, you fucking whore! You Like it? You like it?"

"Harder!"

"Ouh yes!"

"Fuck, Anna! Keep fucking me, keep fucking me! Fuck me haaard...!"

"Yes, I'm so clooose...!"

'Fuck yesss...!'

The lascivious grip of the sisters shook violently, the impediment of the position they interlaced and captured each other with was compromised by a force wanting to separate and unite them even more with all of their savagery. The only thing that mattered in their minds was complacency, pleasing and being pleased in return, penetrating the wetness and warmth conceived for the other.

Clara's lower back buckled by its own, scatterbrained rubs pointlessly threatened to injure her hand permanently, she was beyond just dazzled, nothing mattered anymore, nothing more than cumming as hard as possible, almost wishing it to be out of the bearable limits.

The three debauchee females were properly scourged by a stringent thunderbolt of exuberance melting their inside while keeping the unremitting and fidgeting caresses.

Both women ululated and reclined to the left, Anna's torso flattened the comfortable thigh beneath her, and her own served as a pillow for Elsa's head.

'So untamed... Oh my goodness, that was wild...' The felicitous surprises surely weren't over that afternoon for Clara, what she witnessed was the most ostrobogulous thing nobody could possibly imagine; but the teenager entreated her mothers in silence to finish right there, she fully enervated herself for that night and perhaps for that week.

After a couple of seconds of leisure to catch her breath with Elsa, Anna broke off from between her sister's legs, reclining beside her in an inverted manner. "So?"

Elsa swallowed. "She can't do this again, I forbid it." It wasn't the copacetic result Anna was looking for, Elsa knew it, but she still had to be the strict one.

Anna sighed discontentedly and then took a stooped posture while sitting on the floor. "You'll have to make her understand tomorrow if that's what you want, I can't be persuasive enough in these kind of matters for you." She introduced a pair of fingers again in the loosen spot oozing over the plugged toy, twirling a little before pulling off and guided them into the mouth of her big sister, who naturally accepted them without question, but also retaining a fairly stern look in her eyes and a lack of motion from her lips and tongue.

"I know. Good thing she still respects my peremptory resolution, huh?" Elsa said as her sister pulled her fingers off to get them back inside of her pussy for her to have more cum to taste.

"Don't mock her. You will not find it pleasant if she to end up more like me one of these days, right? It'll be a pain in your demanding butt that'll make everything I put in there seem modest" Anna jovially warned to her preeminent sister.

A burst of laughter from both women caught Clara off guard after the short debate, making the teenager feel quite offended and not wishing to eavesdrop anymore.

"If you put it that way... Hm..." Elsa reflected facetiously.

"Hey..." The younger sister slapped her slightly in the breast, making it jiggle. Elsa giggled in return. "I'll get our bath ready in a minute. What are we gonna say if she sees the mess of your clothing or the one here?"

"We'll blame it on Flora if she finds out... and my garments... ahhh... You impish girl... it'll be your turn to wash and scrub tomorrow; despite the fact that she doesn't pay attention to it, it's not part of her tasks luckily."

"Luckily?" Anna held with her left hand the flesh around Elsa's anus as she pushed the toy out of where it was held, it slipped out smoothly after expanding the width of the bulging hole. She frowned at it and thought it was an efficient new tool for its main purpose, ignoring the diverting peculiarity of the phony tail.

"She's not the best at a lot of things, you know that, I doubt she'll be good at this too even if show her step by step."

Anna hummed. "How condescending for a mother..."

"It's just the truth, I'm willing to take it and deal with it... I've never disesteemed anything she's willing to put effort on and I can prove it every day."

Clara felt insulted at this point, she listened every word, but her feelings weren't conformed, she felt as if she has heard enough. The young girl understood what happened as a histrionic recreation, one filled with exultation, but she instilled into herself the impression it was by no means an earthy expression of love filled with a lewd sense of artistry, it was a passionate love affair like the ones she read from time to time. Nonetheless, she was still doubting about the veracious nature of their bickering from that night and the previous times, the teenager muse on the significance of her upbringing and the secrets for a short amount of time before drowsiness brusquely reminded her she should be under the eiderdown, so she walked back into the house striving to make no sound, removing the cold sweat with her nightgown's sleeve. It was late, too late to think, so much so it'll have to be left for later on.

"Well done by the way. You almost changed my mind." She passed the pad of her fingers over the thin but sharp bruises on her belly, they were not serious in any case, by the morning she'd be healed and will not have to explain anything to her daughter if she unfortunately came to see her bare skin by any reason. That night would be somewhat uncomfortable to be honest with herself.

"I know you and what you like, had to try, right?"

"That's the issue, I also know you fairly well... maybe too much for my own good. It was nice, but... it's just not the same. Perhaps I'm getting too used to you for these purchases I'm not willing to be parsimonious with to have a greater effect in me." Elsa took her new toy from Anna's hands and inspected it carefully to end interlacing her fingers through the thick strand of hair that formed the ponytail on the bottom. "You'll have to try harder next time." She giggled and shook the crystalline sex tool with childish amusement.

"I thought about making you drink from a basin, but that would've been too gross." Anna acknowledged shaking her head.

"And you thought I could've pull out something better?" A cocky smile traced itself on the resting woman's face.

"Hey, I'm not the queen of contrived games... yet!" The younger sister prodded Elsa's belly.

"You are the mistress of my soul though... and that's all I care for, Anna..." Elsa said lifting her torso off the ground. "You and our baby..." If her words delineated by stanch devotion weren't enough, she carried on for a soft kiss after holding her by the back of her neck. "Thank you so much for everything."

"You are welcome, sister mine."