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WARNING: A lot more sensuality, up to and including masturbation! N S F W



Of course, Anna realised quite quickly that sleep wasn’t forthcoming when she tried to drop off for the fourth time and instead of the gentle lull of sleep, she instead felt the burning hands of a phantom Elsa. It seemed no matter what she did, she was going to be restless and awake.

Not really feeling up to facing Doc, but still unwilling to lie around aimlessly in the cot she called a bed, she got up and stole through the house. Doc was too distracted to notice, fiddling with some small device that resembled a pair of scissors. For whatever reason, he’d hooked a potato up to it. She decided to leave him to his projects, and he didn’t notice when she went out the front door.

At first, she’d only intended on walking the block. But by the time she came back around, she wasn’t any more tired; in fact, she felt more awake than ever. So she just kept on walking. Time didn’t seem to have any kind of meaning as she wandered the streets, hands shoved into her pockets as she avoided the glare of headlights. She could tell when it got late because the traffic eased up, and soon it was only the occasional vehicle that interrupted her reverie.

Why did Elsa have to be so damn attractive? That was what was really throwing her off, moreso than the actual near-misses and the constant flirting from her young mother. If she didn’t feel the same draw, it would have been much simpler for her to shut her down, to resist those advances. But that, combined with the knowledge that she would be tearing down a baby gay’s confidence, was enough to make it almost impossible for her to swim against such a relentless current.

Anna didn’t realise how far she’d walked until she realised where she was, and why it seemed so familiar.

“Of course,” she sighed, looking up at the McFly house of the past. Longing filled her to just climb inside and fall asleep, to be near something resembling home, but she knew that wouldn’t work out quite as well as she wanted it to.

Then she noticed something curious: a light was still on. In her mother’s room. Suddenly she wanted to see her. No – needed to see her, desperately. Maybe they could maybe figure out where they stood. Maybe she could work through all those weird, unnatural impulses – even start treating her like a friend-slash-mother again.

So she picked up a handful of little pebbles and tossed them at Elsa’s window. It took a little while, and Anna was almost afraid that Elsa hadn’t heard her. She didn’t want to be any louder – didn’t want to wake the rest of the family up – and so she couldn’t help the sigh of relief when a silhouette finally appeared.

She just stared for a moment before finally opening her window. “Tori?!” she hissed. “What are you doing here?”

Okay, this idea had seemed smarter before Elsa appeared. Anna couldn’t quite process everything – not with Elsa’s hair tousled from where she’d probably been lying down, not with the way she was looking at Anna, surprise and excitement sparking in her eyes.

“Can- can I come up?” she ended up asking back. She saw Elsa bite her lip and look back towards the hallway. Still seeming undecided, she finally lifted a hand and beckoned Anna forward.

“Be quiet though! I’ll let you in the front.”

So Anna jogged around to the front of her grandparents’ house. Once on the welcome mat, she slipped out of her sneakers so she would be prepared to make less noise creeping through the house.

The door eased open… and she found herself a little surprised.

“Elsa?” she half-breathed, half-mouthed. “You okay?”

Elsa just nodded, motioning for her to come inside. Her cheeks were blotchy and red, and her hair even messier upon close inspection. Plus she was breathing too hard for a teenage girl who had done nothing more than jog downstairs. Still, Anna had been given marching orders, so she slipped in and let Elsa shut the door. They both crept up the stairs as soundlessly as possible, bare feet followed by stocking feet, a shaky hand on the bannister.

Once they were safely sequestered in Elsa’s room, the door shut and locked, Anna was able to really take stock of the other girl. Elsa’s hair was a hot mess, crumpled and ruffled and framing her red face. There was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, and Anna had the most absurd thought that Elsa had been working out to one of those cheesy 80s exercise tapes; developing ‘buns of steel’. Except she was definitely in her pyjamas – cute boyshorts and a singlet with a picture on it. Anna could only make out half of it because Elsa had crossed her arms over her chest and looked really… defensive.

“Hey,” she said softly, stepping forward. Elsa watched her. “Hey, you okay?

"Fine! I’m- I’m fine. What… what are you doing here?”

Okay, Elsa was definitely not fine. Now that the redness was fading, she was actually beginning to look a little pale. And if Anna hadn’t know better, she might have thought that the emotion flickering across her face was guilt. But what did she have to be guilty about?

A sneaking suspicion began to flicker at the back of her mind. She knew what she would have been doing to make herself look that way. But her mother definitely never did that…

Did she?

“Elsa,” she began hesitantly, “did you, um… happen to be taking care of something personal when I got here?”

Her blue eyes blinked and snapped up. “What?! I mean, um, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Bingo. Anna cracked a smile and nudged her with her elbow. “Hey, it’s totally chill- I mean, gnarly with me. People have needs. Blow off steam all you want.”

“Huh? Oh, I…” Looking almost legitimately frightened, Elsa crossed to stare out the window again, whispering, “I… you’ve got me all wrong, this isn’t- I wasn’t d-doing…”

But her resolve was already weakening. She couldn’t even look at Anna, let alone make any kind of eye contact. Arms crossed and trembling, she could have blamed it on the cold air; it was getting late in the year, and the house had cooled down a lot since the sun dipped below the horizon.

Anna stepped forward again, lifting a hand to tap Elsa’s elbow. She received a quick look over her shoulder, but that was it before Elsa had moved back to her bed. It was unkempt, too; the pillow wasn’t at the head of the bed, but near the exact center, oriented the wrong way. Elsa darted to fix it, but wasn’t quick enough before Anna had noticed.

“Hey Els…” she said softly. If Elsa were doing something personal, there was no reason for her to feel bad about it. But maybe she thought there was a reason. Anna didn’t have many memories of her grandparents, but they definitely had never seemed the sort to condone… self-exploration.

“I still don’t know what you’re doing here,” she breathed shakily. “But… maybe you shouldn’t have come. I’m just in a weird mood.”

Swallowing hard, Anna fidgeted with her fingers since Elsa didn’t seem to want to be approached just yet. The impulse to tell her mother it was okay, that nobody should be allowed to shame her for something perfectly natural, was so strong that it overrode her good sense – and the little voice trying to tell her that there were some topics a mother and daughter just shouldn’t discuss. Time travel or no time travel.

“I do it, too!”

Elsa blinked, stepping back from the bed with wide eyes. “Wh-what? I mean… what is it you mean, Tori?”

Anna stepped forward, needing to do something with her body to nominally distract from the conversation. Elsa took a step backward at the same moment, knees hitting the side of the bed and causing her to fall back and sit with a soft thmp.

“Elsa, I- I know what you were doing. And it’s okay. Everyone does it.”

Eyes wide, and a little wild, Elsa shook her head. “It's not okay,” she hissed, before remembering that she was supposed to be feigning ignorance. “An- anyway, I wasn’t doing anything.”

This was going nowhere. Anna had found herself here due to luck, or coincidence, or some divine intervention. She’d gotten Elsa’s attention because the light was on and she wanted some creature comfort, only to have interrupted what was obviously some very guilt-ridden “me time” for a young Elsa Baines.

Frustration welled up inside her, but it wasn’t directed at Elsa. Frustration at herself. And given what had transpired that afternoon, the frustration was definitely stemming from two places. She’d gone for a walk to clear her mind and reign in her libido, and it had achieved the exact opposite.

“Come on, you were, too. And… it’s alright, Elsa.” When she could see her about to protest again, Anna climbed onto the bed to press her index finger against her young mother’s lips. It felt strange, silencing her. And touching her there.

Elsa’s lips were so soft.

“You know how, um, how our bodies change when we grow up? Well, we want to do things like this now. Explore. And that’s normal! Like, it’s way healthier to do it to yourself than go out and bang the first person you meet, right?”

Face pale except for the pink blotches in the cheeks, she hissed, “TORI! Y-you can’t mean…” But for the first time, she looked desperate instead of closed off. “You’ve done it, too? You’re not just… m-making fun of me, or…”

“Why would I make fun of you?” Her hand came to rest on Elsa’s shoulder – but it felt strange resting it there during this conversation, so she drew it back. “Els, I mean it, I'm… it feels great. I do it all the time. Well, not all the time – I have some self control!”

The statement had the desired effect: Elsa gave out a little half-smile, still too unsure of herself to manage a laugh yet. It encouraged Anna to move just a little closer, to smile more openly – encouragingly.

“You-” Elsa began, before biting her lip. She seemed to want to ask a question, but wasn’t quite able to voice it. Given the subject matter, it really wasn’t all that surprising.

“You can talk to me,” Anna urged when Elsa didn’t try and speak again. Against her better judgement, but these were extenuating circumstances. So she just repeated herself, trying to be as reassuring as possible to her timid teenaged mother. “You can trust me… I promise.”

Swallowing, Elsa nodded. She still seemed unable to maintain eye contact, instead staring at her bedspread. “Does… does it always feel so…” she started, then struggled to find the final word. There were hundreds it could have been, but eventually she settled on, “…Intense?”

Unable to help giggling a little, she whispered, “Yeah. Yeah, it does. But eventually it’ll get easier to take. It’s like…” What terribly inadequate metaphor could she choose? “Like leaning to swim. The water doesn’t get any less wet, you just get used to moving in it.”

“Swimming… yeah. That’s a pretty good comparison right now.”

“Is it?” Then Anna got what she meant and her own cheeks started to get a lot warmer. She didn’t want to know that! “OH. That bad, huh?” Elsa gave a little nod. “Well, um… maybe I should get outta here and let you do the thing.”

But just as she began to push up from the bed, a hand clamped down on her forearm, the voice of the girl it belonged to full of pure terror. “Wait! Don’t go, I can’t- I tried, a-and I don’t think I can do this alone!”

“Sure you can. I know you can!” But the fingers tightened. “You really can’t? But… it’s kind of a one-woman show, Els. Really can’t do it for you. But um… I guess… if you really would feel less nervous… I could hang for a minute?”

Elsa nodded, obviously – at least to Anna – not having realised exactly what she was asking. She even scooted to the side to allow Anna the room to move up next to her.

Like every other kid in the 80s, Elsa’s bed was a single and very squishy. Elsa trembled when their shoulders touched, and neither of them could look at the other. Anna was staring at her lap, trying to will her reddening cheeks to fade. Next to her, Elsa seemed very intently trying to calm her breathing.

Neither were particularly successful.

“How…” Elsa finally began, soft, when it seemed like neither were going to move. “How do you s-start?”

“Ugh…” When she saw Elsa flinch and look even guiltier, Anna was quick to reassure her, “No, no, you’re fine. I’m just… not really sure how to describe it. Haven’t had to tell somebody about it before. Just put your hand down there and go to town.”

“Really? I mean… I keep thinking I should light candles… am I a real nerd?”

Anna grinned. “Nah. It’s kinda cute. Okay, here.” She slithered a hand down the front of her own jeans, keeping her fingers off to one side so she wasn’t actually touching herself. “It’s really easy. Just… have to get started. But I’ll be right here to help.”

Nodding with a look of grim determination in her eyes, Elsa copied the movement, hand disappearing up to the wrist in her pajama bottoms. The tiny gasp and shiver made Anna’s face grow a little hotter, but she tried to focus on being as helpful as possible so she wouldn’t lose her mind due to dissecting what she was actually doing – and who she was doing it with.

“Like this?”

“Y-yeah,” Anna said, voice barely louder than a whisper. “It helps if you think of something while you do it. What- what were you thinking of earlier?”

“Nng!" The strangled sound that erupted from Elsa’s throat wasn’t borne entirely of arousal. It sounded like she’d choked on it, and Anna watched as her eyes briefly shut. Could she help somehow? It wasn’t like she could just tell her to dream about Angelina Jolie or Ellen Page; the latter wasn’t even born yet.

But they had another problem: Elsa’s pointed non-glances in Anna’s direction. Finally, she whispered, "Tell me… what are you thinking of…?”

If someone had asked her why her mother asked said such a thing, Anna wouldn’t have been able to answer. She pulled her hand from her jeans, realising that it had been edging closer the longer she watched Elsa.

That wasn’t good.

Finally, Anna couldn’t stand the weird, half frightened and half turned on look on her mother’s face. So she patted the other arm, the one that wasn’t down in her pajamas.

“Hey, n-nevermind. You probably go for somebody like, um… Cyndi Lauper? Michael Jackson? Wait – Aimee Mann? Probably her. Anyway, just, um, just picture whoever it is in your mind. Let that fill your thoughts instead of what your hand is doing.”

“Okay…” And she did for a minute. But then she whimpered and burst out, “GOD, why can’t I just do this? I tried to ignore it, but it’s like I need to so bad that I can’t think about anything else! Yet when I try to just face my fears and do it, that doesn’t work, either! It’s way the opposite of rad and I feel like I’m going crazy!”

“Hey, it’s okay! This isn’t exactly something you can force.” But Elsa’s stricken expression said something else. She almost seemed desperate to succeed, for a reason unfathomable to Anna. Still, it was important, so she sucked in her courage and continued. “I usually spend a little while just fantasising,” she began, willing to share but unwilling to give too many details. “I’ll imagine different scenarios, let myself get all steamy before I start. It’s like… personal foreplay.”

Elsa nodded, eyes wide. “I don’t- it feels ready. Uh, down… down there…”

Same here, she thought, but never would say that aloud. “Right. Really wet, huh?” When those wide eyes clamped shut, she persisted, “That fine! It means you’re ready. Move your fingers up and down a little. Don’t forget to breathe.”

Elsa started in, and her breaths were shaky but at least she was doing it. Anna watched her toes curl against the sheets, trying not to look at her face – nope. Definitely didn’t need to see her mother’s O-face. But either way…

The longer she lay there next to her, watching her hesitantly get herself off for the first time, the harder it was for Anna to ignore her own urges. Even trying to pretend they had nothing to do with Elsa didn’t matter; she was still literally laying next to a beautiful woman jilling off. How was that supposed to not be hot?!

“T… Tori?” she finally gasped out, slitting one eye open. “Are you sure… this isn’t weird?”

Which part? Anna thought to herself. Out loud, she cleared her throat. “N-nah! Why would it be?”

“Be-because you’re there, and… and I’m here, doing- and thinking about… um…” She cut herself off, squeezing her eyes shut again. Anna’s mind was churning, the lap of Elsa’s pyjamas still moving. Swallowing, she opened her mouth.

“Elsa… what are you thinking about right now?”

But Elsa didn’t answer. She shook her head, breaths becoming more laboured. When Anna repeated the question, her resolve seemed to break a little.

“You…you told me to think about what I had been before!” she cried out, arousal splashed with irritation in her tone. A sinking feeling started in Anna’s gut, the same moment she realised just how warm her body felt, how sensitive everything was.

“Elsa… is it-”

Before she could finish, the other girl whispered, “What are you thinking of? Because y-you look almost as ready to go as I am!”

“H-hey!” But there was really no denying it. Only now did Anna realise she hadn’t put her bra back on, and Elsa’s room wasn’t cold enough to justify how hard her nipples were. Or it was… but not right next to Elsa.

“Sorry,” she said quickly, turning away as her hand stilled. “That wasn't… I don’t know what I’m talking about.”

“No… you do.”

“What?”

Anna shrugged as her thighs squirmed. “In my defense, I haven’t, um… done this before. Been next to someone doing it. So is it that bad that I feel like…” Instead of finishing her question, she ran her hand over the crotch of her jeans. Not pushing in enough to feel – just gesturing.

Elsa bit her lip, unabashedly staring. Her eyes followed the curves of Anna’s body, coming to rest on her chest. “I still can’t believe you have piercings,” she said, voice almost reverential. Anna let out an embarrassed laugh. “If…” she continued. “If you wanted to… y'know… well, you can.”

Anna swallowed. “I don’t think-”

“If you feel anything the way I feel right now,” Elsa said, closing her eyes briefly, “Then I know you want to. I may be new to a lot of this, but even I can see you're… t-turned on…” She looked at Anna’s chest again, biting her lip. “Unless I’m wrong. But you said I’m not, so…”

Anna couldn’t deny that she wanted to. So bad. She could feel herself clenching at the thought – it didn’t matter that it was her future mother next to her. In that moment, they were simply two teenage girls exploring one facet of their sexuality together. This wasn’t even anything Anna had expected to do with Punz.

“So… what are you thinking of?” Elsa repeated herself. Her hand started up again, though it was moving slower than before.

“Well…” Her hand moved up to her waistband, and she felt like she was moving in slow motion but she couldn’t stop what was happening. Like something terrible in a dream, except in this case, it wasn’t terrible… just intimidating.

“Well… it's… you. But not in the way you think!” she quickly added. “Just, um, just being next to you… doing this… it’s kind of…”

“Kind of what?” she panted, going even faster. Anna’s hand was going further, brushing through her fiery thatch of hair…

“Kiiiind of hot?”

Immediately, Elsa let out a soft moan, and Anna was done for. Even if Elsa clamped her lips shut a moment later to make sure she didn’t get any louder. it was too late for her to unhear that moan.

Or to unthink, God I’d love to hear that again.

Anna couldn’t help the little sound that came from her own mouth, eyes slipping shut for a second. Her other hand moved up to press at her chest, moments before realising that she was going a little too far. This was more than either of them had signed up for.

“You’re so hot,” Elsa murmured. Anna’s eyes opened only to find Elsa already staring, eyes lidded.

“I am?” The words were choked out, and Elsa bit her lip. She didn’t even need to answer – Anna already knew. She could never forget the sentiment as long as she lived.

“Ever since I first saw you, I thought you were the raddest chick of all time,” Elsa admitted baldly. “Radder than Nina Blackwood. I can’t believe you’re hanging around a dweeb like me.”

The hand fell from her chest to catch Elsa’s forearm, which felt even weirder now that she was just beginning to wade into her own wetness. Next to her mother. It was sick doing this, which only seemed to add to how erotic it was. How fucked up could you get?! But Anna told herself it wasn’t as bad as it could have been since they weren’t doing it to each other. Just sharing an intimate teaching moment.

“You are way radder than you think you are,” she panted, rolling her hips into the fingers the tiniest bit. Trying not to make the movements obvious. “Don't… don’t neg yourself like that.”

Elsa’s eyes darted down to the fingers on her arm. “Neg?”

Clearing her throat, she let go before that got too weird. “S-sorry. Put yourself down. I think you’re really cool. A-and pretty! And…”

“Ohhhh, Tori… mmhhh…” Licking her lips, she tossed her head from side to side. “S-so… this does feel really good… When I pet up and down feels better than from side to side, I think? I guess?”

Anna nodded. “That’s- yeah, that’s normal. It’s just about finding what you like and doing that, y'know?”

“I can- there’s something…!”

Oh God. It sounded like Elsa was close. The stimulation that afternoon in the living room had whet Anna’s appetite, and now she wanted more. She could only assume her mother felt the same.

Despite her initial scolding, Anna couldn’t tear her eyes from Elsa’s face. She wanted to see her – wanted to hear her – and was very quickly losing the ability to control herself. With her eyes squeezed shit, fingers working furiously beneath her pyjamas, Elsa was the most beautiful girl in the world.

Sorry, Mom, she couldn’t help admonishing herself as her own fingers begin to work a little faster. Even if only in her thoughts, she needed to apologize for what she was about to do – the depraved act she couldn’t seem to stop herself from carrying out.

“AH! Tori!” Elsa’s other hand fumbled along the sheets until it found Anna’s and clamped onto it hard. She thought about jerking it away, but honestly couldn’t do that to her in this moment of need. Not when she was so close…

Not close. There. Anna felt a fresh wave of guilt roll through her entire body as she realized that she was literally holding her own mother’s hand when she experienced her first orgasm.

Guilt which, of course, was only made worse by the way Elsa was looking at her when the first shudder rocked through her. Within seconds, her eyes were squeezed shut, but it had given Anna enough time to witness the desire there, the raw infatuation.

She told herself it was the fact that there was another person next to her that she fell into her own finish. That there was a warm body and girls were hot and masturbating was fun. It wasn’t the combination of Elsa’s look, her touch and her voice, that rocketed Anna into her orgasm a few seconds later.

It wasn’t.

Her own world narrowed to her fingers at her core, and the hand wrapped around her own. Hips rolling, breath labored, she didn’t want the moment to end; she didn’t want to face whatever came next. But the guilt and the shame wasn’t as potent as she’d expected. Wasn’t as potent as she'd wanted.

And in the aftermath they just sat there, each too embarrassed, too unsure, to do anything else. Elsa didn’t release Anna’s hand.

“Well…” It was perhaps the stupidest thing to say, but it was better than complete silence. “Fun, right?”

Elsa’s smile was hesitant, fragile, as if made of spun glass. “Yeah. I guess it is.”

“Good.” She wanted to withdraw her hand – or keep going for a second round – but she was too intimidated by what Elsa was going to think of either action as viable. So she laid there, hand still stuffed down her pants and panting for breath.

It was Elsa who finally whispered, “Is it… normal to want to…”

“Want to what?”

“To… to see your piercings?”

Anna had the distinct impression Elsa was going to ask something else. What could it have been? Did she want to do it again, too? Or kiss her? Or cry? God, it could have been anything. But now she had this new request to deal with, since she definitely couldn’t call her out for covering her real question without any real proof.

But then the meaning of the actual question came through, and Anna wasn’t entirely sure how to answer. Swallowing thickly, she removed her damp hand from her pants, curling it to rest on her lap as she kept looking at Elsa.

“You want to- to see…?”

Elsa nodded, but then bit her lip. “If- if you don’t want to, that’s okay,” she clarified softly. “I just…”

There was no way, in Anna’s mind, for Elsa to finish phrasing that question without it looking bad. But at the same time, no one had asked. Not even Punz – she was there when Anna got them, true, but they’d never come close to doing what Anna had done just now with Elsa. They were both too shy, too hesitant.

When she didn’t try and answer, Elsa looked away. “Just forget I asked, okay? I’m really sorry for-”

“No! No, it’s- it’s okay,” Anna said. “I was just… surprised that you’d asked. If… if you want to see them, then of course I’ll show you!”

When all Elsa did was nod, a shy smile in place, Anna knew she couldn’t back down anymore. And didn’t see the need to, anyway. They were only breasts. Or they were supposed to be.

When she began to lift her shirt a little at a time, Elsa’s eyes widened at the same gradual rate. Then the girls were on display. Anna bit her lip in anticipation of any judgement, or comment, no matter what type it would end up being.

“Ooohhhh…” Elsa definitely looked more than just academically interested. Really, she looked almost as turned on as before, even if her breathing was much steadier – and all that fear and guilt had faded into the background. “Can… can I…?”

Her hand had come up, hovering over the closest peak. Anna couldn’t speak – all she could do was give a slight, if shaky, nod. After all, Elsa had already fondled them over the clothes, anyway.

As soon as a gentle hand – a warm hand – pressed into her chest, Anna knew her mistake. If she hadn’t just come, perhaps it wouldn’t have been so bad. As it were, however, Anna’s body was still alight, still sensitive. Given that the piercings were still relatively new and her body wasn’t yet accustomed to them, it felt like fire when Elsa touched them. Her own shaky breath was mirrored by the girl feeling her up. Even though the pressure was so light as to almost be non-existent, it was still there. Elsa was still gaining something from their interactions.

“This is so bad, Tori,” Elsa murmured. “My mom would kill me if I ever did this.”

Anna let out a half-smirk – anything to distract her. “You say that like my mom kn- like I asked permission,” she said. She corrected herself partway through her sentence: she couldn’t say that her mother didn’t know, because Elsa was her mother, and she really, really needed to stop forgetting that.

She had to swallow the guilt and shame that came with that thought. Finally, it came, though. Better late than never.

It didn’t seem that Elsa noticed her discomfort. Not if the fact her other hand joined in – the one that had been down her pants – meant anything. Elsa let out a breath, the sound full of trembles and tremors that gave away just how aroused she was. She fiddled with the bars, the sensation setting off sparks within Anna’s sensitive nipples.

Coupled with the fact that very slight residue of wetness was being smeared across one of them and it was almost a miracle that Anna didn’t come again just from that.

“E-Elsa…” Her hips were already rolling upward to no avail, straining to get more of something that wasn’t happening. Her thighs clenched, teeth dug into either side of her bottom lip. Elsa’s cum was on her boob, and it felt amazing.

“Does it… feel good?”

“Fuck yes.” Catching how her voice was just a little too earnest and needy, she cleared her throat and tried again. “I mean, um, it does make them more sensitive.”

Elsa licked her lips and began to use just a bit more pressure, rolling the studs with her fingers and kneading the meat of each breast. Anna couldn’t think anymore. Her hand went right back where it had come from, desperate to work its way into her greedy arousal that didn’t seem to realize it had already got what it wanted.

The motions paused for just a moment – just a split second in time – as Elsa stared unabashedly at Anna. She didn’t seem to be able to help herself, eyes trained on Anna’s lap. With her jeans still on, Anna knew it was impossible for Elsa to see anything more. But that was probably for the best.

“M-more?” Elsa stuttered, fingers picking up again. Her attention was still caught between Anna’s breasts and her lap, though the motions were less inquisitive now, more structured. But then something in the way she said it made Anna pause, just for a moment.

Did she… want Anna to get off? Because the question didn’t seem to be entirely directed at Anna. It wasn’t a ’do you want more?’; no, this one was different. Can I keep going? would have been a much more appropriate take on the one-word question.

Anna’s head jerked up and down, an emphatic nod. She didn’t have the words, too afraid that the next thing to burst from her mouth would be a moan – or even worse, Elsa’s name. Not that it mattered when, at Elsa’s next question, she couldn’t bite down the strangled sound that choked from the back of her throat.

“Can I… my mouth….?”

“Huh?!” Anna was positive that she hadn’t heard her correctly – or that she didn’t mean what she thought she meant. No way did Elsa want to try that out of nowhere!

“Th-that’s alright, I’m sorry,” she hastily replied to Anna’s dinner plate eyes. “Such a weird nerd, I don’t know what I…” Swallowing hard, she added in a whisper, “Why would you want me to do that, anyway? Why would I want to?”

“No, no, it’s okay! I'm… you really want to?” It only added to Anna’s heat. She wanted to protest, but there was no easy way to say 'I’m not ready to feel my mother reverse-breastfeed me’ without it leading to more awkward questions than she was prepared to answer.

Besides… she didn’t want to resist. She should but didn’t.

“Yeah,” Elsa whispered, biting her lip as she bent toward one of them. “Just… to try it… if you’re sure it’s alright?”

Giving a shaky nod, Anna leaned back. This evening was… was to let Elsa explore. To encourage her to maintain her open world-view.

And god, did Elsa want to explore. She hadn’t meant to move back so far, but before she could spare a thought to do anything about it, Anna was on her back, Elsa looming above her. The shirt caught roughly around her neck; though it was torture, Anna removed her hand in order to deal with that. Perhaps it would be better in the long run, anyway.

This was about Elsa. Not about her. She was just another body for Elsa to learn about her sexuality on.

The thought was more sour than Anna expected it to be. But it was swiftly replaced with the kind of mind-numbing pleasure that Anna had only ever experienced alone. With her hands safely away from her center, she had difficulty distracting herself from the pleasure pulsing from her breasts as Elsa kissed one softly. Her lips weren’t on the nipple yet, instead preferring to tease the soft flesh around them; it made little difference.

Anna let out a shaky sigh, eyes squeezed shut. “Where- how did you know to do this?” she asked, the words more as a way to distract herself than actually expecting an answer. It was plainly obvious that Elsa was a little taken with kissing her chest, and probably didn’t want to pause for anything.

“I don’t,” she finally answered – before taking the soft pink peak into her mouth. The tongue flicking over the nub told Anna differently, and the way it shifted the barbell from side to side, but then again, some people were just naturally gifted when it came to these things. Or so she had heard.

’I’m so fucking turned on,' her brain was screaming as she fought down the urge to either pull Elsa closer, or shove her away. ’But she’s my MOM! Or will be! I mean, right now she’s just a really horny chick, but… how did I even get BORN if she’s this goddamn good with a woman’s body?!’

Anna couldn’t stand it anymore. The hand and mouth teasing the sensitive pink flesh of her peaks were pushing her past her point of endurance – and that was before the tongue started specifically shifting the piercing around, which was way worse. And by 'worse’, she meant 'best’ – the best moment of her entire life.

So she snaked her hand down toward her waistband again. This time, no turning back; she was going to come again. Really hard, and really good, and who cared what relation she was to the woman doing this to her? They were two bodies crashing into each other in an explosion of pure pleasure.

But she felt another hand there when she went for it: Elsa’s. They both drew back and gaped at each other for a moment. Then Anna cleared her throat and found her voice. Somewhere.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

It seemed that some kind of spell had been broken. The aroused flush that had taken up residence on Elsa’s face vanished, to be replaced by a sickly pale tinge. She stared at Anna, jaw working up and down, trying to find her voice.

“O-oh God,” she choked, throwing herself back, hands clenching. Anna followed her part-way, sitting up but not covering herself yet. She was more concerned with Elsa, who looked on the verge of tears as she refused to look at Anna.

“Els-”

“I’m sorry!” she cried out. “P-please don’t hate me! I shouldn’t-”

She really did break down then, curling in on herself as sobs wracked her frame. Anna, for her part, just sat there a moment. She was still unbelievably turned on, but it was easy to ignore in the face of her friend’s agony.

Friend. That’s what this Elsa felt like; not a relation, not an obligation. They had become friends for the first time in their lives.

The real question that buzzed around her head was why is Elsa crying?, because really, all Anna had expressed was mild surprise. At least, that was what she thought it had been. Obviously, Elsa had taken it worse.

“Elsa,” she began softly, “I’m- I’m sorry if I scared you…” Elsa shook her head, a harsh, jerky movement. Throwing her shirt back on – biting back a wince as the rough material scraped over her sensitive chest – Anna moved close. “Hey, what- what’s going on?”

Elsa shook her head again, hiccuping out another sob. Finally she calmed down enough to answer, but just barely. “W-why do you put up with me?” she said, “You’re s-so rad… and I’m just a fucking useless… dyke.”

The bite in that word shocked Anna. But of course; it only took her a second to remember that it used to be purely a swear word, one of the worst insults you could call a girl. She kept forgetting where she was- no. When she was.

“You are not,” she said, since she knew that would work better than telling her it didn’t matter if she was a dyke or not. “You’re a person. A really cute, really sweet… bodacious babe.” That would work, wouldn’t it?

“Then why do I keep doing these crazy things?!” she sobbed into the pillow. “God… you really helped me out just now, taught me h-how to do this, and I started pushing for all this weird stuff, a-and… and now you’re going to look at me weird! I ruin everything!”

Anna sighed. It was a huge overreaction, but then again getting off for the first time had definitely left her pretty emotional, herself. So she put her hand in the middle of Elsa’s back and began to soothe up and down, pressing in just enough so that the steady touch could be felt as firm.

“I’m sorry. You're… new at this, and I should have maybe stopped you before you got in over your head. But you didn’t do anything wrong, okay? Just… moved faster than you were ready to move. That’s all. And that’s my fault for not thinking… for just…”

For getting carried away. For loving the sensations so much. For loving that she had her mother’s attention for once… even if it was in such a bizarre, taboo way.

She’d hoped that the action would soothe Elsa, but it only seemed to do the opposite. Instead of calming down, she only seemed to cry harder. There was a moment that Anna feared she’d awaken her family, before brushing it to the side. Her grandfather snored, and if they hadn’t already awoken, it was doubtful they would.

What it did do, however, was encourage Elsa to seek comfort from Anna. She rolled over and opened her arms; just a little, but enough to indicate what she wanted but was too afraid to ask for. Maybe she thought she didn't deserve to ask.

Anna was more than happy to show her she did. “I’m sorry,” she whispered as she clung to her, her shoulder dampening as Elsa pressed her face into it. “This- please don’t blame yourself. It’s my fault. I just wanted to…”

To what? To take advantage of her mother? To try and change some shitty aspect of her life in the future? Was she really doing this for Elsa, or doing it for herself?

But even as the guilt welled up in her, Elsa was already whispering, cautious and grasping at straws, “M-maybe… we both just wanted to… see what it’s like. I’m so full of hormones!”

“Yeah!” Anna burst out in cautious relief. “That's… that’s good, it’s true, we’re horny teenagers. Just didn’t mean to aim my horniness at you.” She received a nod of agreement in return. “So are we okay? Are you okay? Wow, I’m really sorry, I never meant to-”

“I know, I… I do know. You’ve been totally awesome, Tori. This whole time, you have been. I’m the one who keeps messing up, who keeps pushing for weird stuff that… clearly I’m not ready for. Like you said. Is it ever going to get better?”

Though the question hadn’t really been about that, Anna clenched her thighs for a moment, trying to let a fresh wave of desire pass. “You know… I don’t know. I’m still a dumb kid myself, right? But it’ll get easier the more we try, and we’ll be better people. Bet on that.”

Elsa nodded; whether it was in understanding or agreement was up to her, and she didn’t elaborate. She did finally lift her face, still sniffling a little but no longer crying. Anna couldn’t help herself; she reached out a hand to cup Elsa’s face, wiping away the tear-tracks that still rested there.

’I’m so going to hell,’ she thought as she pressed a soft kiss to Elsa’s cheek. After all the excitement of the evening, such a tender display was almost too much.

“I should probably get going,” Anna hedged, still backing away, still smiling a little. It seemed as though Elsa needed to see a smile as much as she needed to feel it. Elsa nodded, eyes meeting hers before they widened. Anna hadn’t even managed to climb off the bed before Elsa reached a hand out.

“Wait-” she began, then drew her bottom lip between her teeth. Another moment of fear; another moment where she wanted to speak but didn’t seem to want an answer. They were all too common this evening.

“Hey, it’s okay. You can say anything to me. I won’t judge.”

Elsa nodded, though once more Anna wasn’t sure whether it was understanding or agreement. It took a few more seconds for Elsa to sift through whatever she was thinking about and speak up.

“Can you- if, if you don’t want to, it’s fine, I just… for a little while…” She paused, swallowing thickly. Anna did nothing but look at her, trying to be encouraging and reassuring at once. Elsa sucked in a breath. “I… really don’t want you to leave…”

Heart completely melting, she whispered, “Yeah. For a little while.” Although as she settled back into the mattress, she knew there was something she was forgetting.

Not until Elsa had curled herself around Anna’s side, clinging tightly and nuzzling into her neck for any kind of comfort, did Anna recall what it was. She never forgot that Elsa was her mother. She couldn’t; maybe a bit for a brief moment here or there, but not completely. But there was another aspect of this that had slipped her mind.

’You’re supposed to be setting her up with your father,' that stubborn inner voice screamed at her. ’And look at you – practically trying to fuck her brains out yourself. What kind of useless lesbian are you?’

’She needs me,’ she fought with herself as she caressed up and down Elsa’s back – trying not to think about how perfect her body shape was, how well it fit against her side.

’She could get this from Dad. And she’s supposed to be doing that right now, not jilling off next to her own daughter. That’s sick and wrong, even if it doesn’t FEEL as sick and wrong as you expected. Stick to the mission. You gotta do better if you don’t want to be erased from existence.’

Pain gripped the inside of her heart as she lay there, trying not to cry herself. Staring at the ceiling and feeling the inviting form pressed up against her. She knew now that all she had to do was roll over and pin Elsa to the bed, kiss her, keep going… but she never could. It wouldn’t be right because she had the advantage of foreknowledge – and for those pesky time-travelling incest reasons, of course.

How was she going to live through this? And once she did, would she be able to live with herself?