Elsa was so fucking bored. She groaned, tossing her phone onto her lap as she sunk further into the living room couch. Her social media feed had begun to burn itself into her retinas with the amount of times she’d looked at it in the past hour. Her irritated reflection looked back at her as she contemplated turning the television on a fifth time. Not like there would be anything on anyway. She groaned. No work, no school, nothing to do. She couldn’t even go out. Her friends were either busy or out of town and even if they weren’t, her stupid kid sister had the car. 

As if on cue, she heard the sound of keys rattling as someone fumbled with the lock on the front door. It swung open, revealing her sister Melissa as she struggled with a mountain of shopping bags. 

“Uhm, Elsa? A little help please?” she asked.

Elsa languidly looked over to her, laughing a bit internally as she watched her sister fighting to get through the door. “I thought you said you’d be at school.”

“Uh, Sarah wanted to go shopping…” Melissa replied meekly.

Elsa made an exaggerated groan. She forced herself to her feet as she went to grab a few of her sister’s bags. “You know you really shouldn’t have tried to carry them all at once.”

Her little sister looked at her apologetically. “I know that now… thanks big sis.”

Elsa rolled her eyes. “Mel, we’re not kids anymore you can stop with the whole “big sis” thing. Unless you want me to start calling you runt again.”

Melissa blushed with embarrassment. “Right… sorry Elsa.”

Elsa hid her mild annoyance as she helped her sister put everything down on the nearby counter. At least it was something to do… plus, it wasn’t like it was Melissa’s fault their parents had forced them to live together. Then again, she did choose what college to go to, and it just so happened to be the exact same one as hers.

That’s what always bothered her. Melissa was incredibly sweet. A bit frustratingly naive, but otherwise a wonderful little sister. The problem was it seemed like she was always following her around, like her shadow. Even going so far as getting into anything having to do with her ‘big sis’. Clubs, hobbies, hell, it took way too long for Melissa to get her own group of friends. She was like Elsa’s little clone. Which is why, as much as she loved her little sister, it felt incredibly refreshing to finally be on her own. To finally be independent, with all the privacy and freedom she could possibly want. Unfortunately for her, that didn’t last as, three years later, right as she was getting used to being on her own, Melissa just had to show up at her doorstep, like a lost puppy.

As annoying as it was for Elsa, Melissa idolizing her the way she did couldn’t be good for her either. It was clear Melissa needed to grow up. She couldn’t get by being ‘Elsa’s little sister’ forever. She needed her own life, her own friends, her own confidence. The girl practically oozed low self-esteem. You could tell by looking at her. An oversized violet hoodie, just a shade lighter than her eyes, covered most of her body; Her short black hair draped over half her face, like a curtain she was trying to hide behind. She was shy and meek as a mouse, and her unfortunate lack of… assets only added to the metaphor. Truth was, her little sister needed to break out of her shell, and living on her own would certainly help.

Meanwhile, Melissa rifled through her many bags as she searched for… something. It gave Elsa a perfect opportunity to peek over her shoulder and snoop at what her little sister had brought home: Clothes, books, school supplies… candy. Melissa held up a jar of individually wrapped lollipops. Nodding to herself, she went to set it down onto the countertop, only to have it stolen out of her grasp by Elsa.

“Hey!” Melissa whined. “Those are mine!”

Elsa chuckled. “Really Mel? You’re going to bring home sweets and not going to share?” She taunted, popping open the lid to the jar. She pulled out a lollipop, gently flicking her sister’s forehead with it. “We’ll just call it the tax for helping you out.”

Melissa pouted, sighed, then looked up at her pleadingly. “Fine… but just one!” She snatched the jar back from her sister's hands, closing the lid and finally placing it onto the kitchen counter.

“You gonna need help taking all that stuff to your room?” Elsa asked, idly unwrapping her ill gotten prize.

“I, uhm, should be ok, thanks… Elsa.” she replied, unable to make eye contact as she held her hands behind her back and kicked her feet shyly.

Elsa rolled her eyes. Her sister really needed to stop being such a pushover. Wandering over to the couch, Elsa scooped up her phone and headed to her room.

Closing her bedroom door behind her, Elsa crumbled up the clear wrapper in her hand into a ball. She tossed it under her desk, grinning as she heard the soft thunk of it hitting the small trash can she kept there. She vaulted onto her bed, laying her back against her pillow and the wall behind it. Raising her phone again, she went to open her social media feed, hoping something interesting had happened while she was helping out Melissa. Idly, she popped the pink lollipop she took off her sister into her mouth.

It was… Elsa’s eyes widened in surprise. It was really good. 

Just good? Somehow, she couldn’t actually figure out what it tasted like. She licked at it curiously, trying to get a good mouthful to examine. It wasn’t a normal candy flavor. It was certainly sweet, maybe a bit sour… citrus-y? It was like… It tasted sort of like… Huh. For some reason, she just couldn’t describe it. The more she tried to pick apart the flavor, the harder it got to describe it. As if it kept shifting, getting more and more complex than her brain could handle.  It was so unique. Like nothing she’d ever tasted before. It was… good. She rolled the lollipop around in her mouth inquisitively, trying to extract as much of that mysterious flavor from it as she could. She’d have to ask Melissa where she bought these from.

Attempting to push her curiosity aside, Elsa sank into her pillow, flicking her eyes over to her phone as she savored the candy on her tongue. She tapped her social media app, bringing up her feed as she once again tried to fill the time between now and dinner. Boring. Just as she’d expected, it was nothing but the same pictures and posts she’d read an hour ago, she scrolled. Hoping that if she scrolled far enough something new would spontaneously appear and save her from her boredom. She really needed an indoor hobby. Maybe she’d pick up sewing or something.

Strangely, she didn’t feel the same kind of mind-numbing agony of tedium she had felt earlier. Sure, there was absolutely nothing of interest for her to engage with or look at, but something felt different. She felt refreshed, relaxed… She felt good. Her tongue fidgeted idly with the candy she was eating. A nice pleasant tingle spread across her body, making her sigh lazily.  

God she really liked this lollipop.

Even if she couldn’t quite figure out why. Every idle lick of hers just brought her back to the mystery. What exactly did this thing taste like? Lick. She just couldn’t figure it out. Lick. It was good. Lick. Gentle. Lick. A perfect backdrop to her lazy evening. She wasn’t even growing sick of it. Usually candy got to the point it would just oversaturate her senses. She’d either get sick of it and toss it out before she could finish it, or the taste would fade as her tastebuds grew accustomed to it. Yet somehow, somehow this specific lollipop’s flavor wasn’t fading, wasn’t overwhelming. It was just there. Always just there coating her tongue. She sighed dreamily, feeling herself shiver softly. Honestly, it was a little distracting.

At some point she stopped noticing what exactly her eyes were looking at. At some point the text and images on her phone just started to blur together, her finger just automatically swiping them by. They didn’t really matter. They were boring, just something to keep her eyes busy as she passed the time. Time…? Her eyes caught on the clock at the top of her phone screen. Huh? Elsa could have sworn she zoned out for a minute or two, but looking at the time revealed it was somehow closer to thirty. She blinked. Biting down on the lollipop stem gently as she pouted to herself. A lollipop stem she now noticed was completely licked clean. Huh? How had that happened?

She felt oddly empty, involuntarily licking at the empty stick in her mouth hoping it would somehow still have some of that delicious candy on it. Sighing, she eventually forced herself to pull it out and flick it into the trash to join the wrapper from earlier. Elsa stretched, sighing in a way more closely resembling a soft moan as her long hair and loose tank top brushed against her skin. Involuntarily, she caressed her own body, running her hand down along her chest, before idly rubbing the outside of her thigh. Elsa found herself languidly enjoying the sensation of her fingers on her oddly sensitive skin, looking lazily at the door as she contemplated heading back into the living room and maybe checking up on Melissa while she was at it. Eventually, the desire to stretch her legs decided for her, leading Elsa to stand and once again head for the door.

As she made her way into the hallway, Elsa heard some rustling from Melissa’s room. A small gap in her sister’s door serving as an invitation for her to investigate, piqued her interest. Inside, Melissa was sorting through different piles of clothes, intermittently stealing glances at the standing mirror next to her. Her usual attire had been replaced by a yellow tube top with a scattering of lavender coloured flowers and a uncharacteristic, for her, mid-thigh long white skirt. She seemingly hadn’t noticed her older sister come in.

“Nice clothes, Mel…” Elsa teased. “You should let Sarah shop for you more often.”

Melissa jumped, swiftly covering herself with the first piece of cloth her hands could get her hands on. 

“Elsa!” She looked away, face growing red. “K-knock!”

Elsa rolled her eyes, tapping lightly on her sister’s bedroom door before taking a few steps inside. “Close the door next time then.”

Melissa blushed with embarrassment, turning away to hide the part of her face not covered by hair. Elsa walked over warmly, gently grabbing her sister’s raised hands and nudged, but didn’t force, for her to lower them.

“Mel c’mon there’s no need to be embarrassed.” As much as she enjoyed poking fun at how easily it was to bully her little sister. Elsa really was trying to help her come out of her shell. 

“It’s just clothes.”

Hesitantly, Melissa lowered her arms. Looking up at her older sister shyly. Elsa adjusted Melissa’s top, smiling at her like a parent dressing her kid up for school. Her fingers brushed against her sister’s soft skin, it felt oddly pleasant. Making it so that her fingers couldn’t help but linger for a moment. Getting back to the task at hand, Elsa motioned for her sister to stand, leaving Melissa little choice but to follow along and show off her full outfit, clasping her hands behind her back she stared at the floor, unable to maintain eye contact.

Elsa did her best at trying to be encouraging. “There you go! You look fine Mel.”

It was true. Sure it was a bit of a leap from her usual dress, but it did look good on her, and more importantly, it didn’t look like she was trying to dress like Elsa either. It was nice seeing Melissa going for her own style for once, well her own style that didn’t involve wrapping herself up in fabric like a present. Elsa made her sister do a little twirl for her, partially to see more of the outfit and partially as exposure therapy to try and help Melissa get more comfortable. 

Melissa, or probably more accurately, Melissa’s friend did a great job with picking out this outfit. Unlike Elsa, her little sister didn’t have much to show off in the way of curves. Yet what Melissa did have going for her was cuteness, and this outfit did a great job of bringing it out of her. Her eyes trailed along Melissa’s exposed skin, scanning up her legs and along her stomach, up to her shoulders. Elsa involuntarily licked her lips, feeling a warm tingle she couldn’t consciously perceive. Yeah… Melissa looked very cute in that outfit. She stopped, catching her hand idly caressing her sister’s shoulder. You know, as cute as her kid sister could be!  Elsa pulled away, face growing red at her wandering thoughts.

Before she could dwell on it too long, Melissa rested her head on Elsa’s chest, leaning forward as she hugged her gently. “Thanks big sis.” 

The ghost of a gasp passed through Elsa’s lips as she was suddenly hit by the unexpectedly pleasant sensation of Melissa’s soft skin against hers. She wanted to complain, wanted to scold Melissa again for using such a childish phrase. But she couldn’t. Looking down and seeing Melissa’s sweet naive smile, she just couldn’t bring herself to ruin the moment. Besides, it felt… good. She blushed. Why did… Why did hugging her little sis feel so good? She couldn’t stop her arms from wrapping around Melissa, from pressing her sister into her and feeling more of that wonderful warmth. Melissa looked up at her innocently, making Elsa’s heart flutter in her chest. Was it… was it getting hotter?

Melissa pulled away, leaving Elsa feeling uncharacteristically cold. Her body swayed forward involuntarily, something within her wanting her to go in for another hug. Before she could however, Melissa turned, covering herself with another shirt she picked up off the bed and interrupting her train of thought.

“Uhm… I have more clothes to try… if you don’t mind.” Her sister stammered shyly.

Elsa blinked, it took her a minute but eventually she understood what was being asked. “Uh… yeah sure. Let me know when you want to order dinner.” 

Melissa nodded faintly, serving as Elsa’s cue to leave. She closed her sister’s door on the way out, ensuring she heard the click of it closing fully. She made her way towards the kitchen, deciding it was probably best to grab some water before she headed back into her room. 

That was until her eyes fell on the jar of lollipops again. Immediately it made whatever other plans she had disappear. Her mouth watered, she licked her lips, pictureing exactly what it would taste like to have another one. Elsa looked around shiftily, ensuring that Melissa was in fact still busy inside her room. She sculked forward, getting right up to the kitchen counter. She stared at the jar, practically panting. She had promised Melissa she’d only take one… but… It’s not like she would notice another one missing… right? Plus they were so good. Elsa took one last glance around the kitchen before swiftly popping the lid open and slipping one of them into her pocket.

By the time she returned to her room, Elsa's heart was pounding with anticipation. She held the now unwrapped piece of candy in her hands. Her mouth hung open. Practically drooling as she stared at its increasingly inviting vibrant pink colour. This was definitely the last one. She couldn’t keep stealing her little sister’s candy. But just one more couldn’t hurt. Which meant, she really had to savor this one. She really had to take her time and enjoy every moment of eating this one. Elsa couldn’t hold herself back any longer. Slowly, her tongue moved forward, going in for her first big slow lick. She wasn’t aware of how sensual the motion would have looked to someone. She wasn’t aware because the moment it hit her tongue, she felt a warm shiver throughout her whole body. Her eyes crossed involuntarily. 

Wow... It was the only thought she could handle as she mindlessly went in for a second lick. Somehow this lollipop tasted even better than the first one. So much better than the first one. Elsa sighed dreamily, a second lick turning into a third, then a fourth. She should probably pull out her phone or something… to, like, pass the time. As if on autopilot, she sauntered over to her bed, eye-lids becoming hooded as she flopped atop it. Licking. Licking and licking and licking as she struggled with one hand to grab her phone. Eventually she decided it was far too much effort. It was far too much effort when she could simply keep licking instead. A pleasant fuzzines coated her mind. A sweet pink fog. Growing stronger every time she went for another taste. It was really good. God it was so unbelievably good. So wonderfully good... Even if she still didn’t know what “it” was. She could do this all day. She could just lick and lick and lick happily. All day. 

Elsa’s breathing quickened. Her body was tingling. It was hot. It really was getting hot. She tried to fan herself with her shirt. That turned out to be a mistake as she found herself overloaded with pleasure. Overwhelmed by the gentle caress of her shirt on her skin. Her body pleaded with her for attention. When had… When had she ever been this sensitive? As if it had a mind of its own, her free hand roamed across her body. Stroking and caressing the side of her thigh. Her eyes went cross. God that felt good. Why did that feel so good? She dropped the candy into her mouth, greedily suckling at it as she freed up her other hand. Lazily she traced circles along her chest feeling an electric thrill as her fingers glided over the fabric of her tank top. She was panting, panting as the candy’s flavour mixed with the heat spreading throughout her body. Her eyes fluttered. Somehow her hand had drifted in between her legs. Somehow it was teasing her, gliding devilishly softly across the inside of her thighs. God she was wet. So very, agonizingly wet. She could feel the growing dampness in her panties. Yet despite it all, despite how intensely her body burned, despite how badly she wanted to simply slip a finger past her underwear and tease herself stupid. There was no urgency in her mind. Like someone had poured sweet syrupy molasses into it. She was just savoring the feeling. Savoring the way her body ached. Savoring the lollipop.

Elsa leaned back on her bed, laying uselessly as she let her hands do as they pleased. One slipped under her shirt, caressing and squeezing and teasing her chest. A moan passed unheaded out of her mouth. That snapped her out of her blissful daze for a moment. She couldn’t let Melissa hear her! Her sister was just across the hall! She hadn’t even locked the door. Yet despite her internal complaints, she couldn’t make herself stop. Her body kept beckoning. The hand on her chest kept groping, gliding so deliciously softly over her tits. And the other, it just kept drifting further and further up her leg. She was glad there was a lollipop in her mouth to muffle her. A delicious, wonderful, intoxicating lollipop that just seemed to blur away the time.

Elsa’s tongue made contact with the empty paper stem of the candy. Without her realizing, her mouth ran dry of the candy’s sugary syrup. Leaving her groaning in frustration as she tried to extract the last vestiges that weren’t even there. Just like that, the spell was broken. While her body still screamed for her to continue exploring, to simply continue teasing, letting her fingers roam that last little bit towards her clit, it just wasn’t the same. It was… missing something. She sighed, once again flicking the empty candy stem into the bin as she sat up, still out of breath. 

What the hell had come over her? She hadn’t even really touched herself and Elsa was already feeling way more wound up then her best one night stands. She tried to regain her composure, only then realizing both her hands were still brushing gently against her skin. Mmm, it still felt so good somehow. Except now, it was more of a gentle simmer, nowhere near the frenzy that had overtaken her mere moments before. Or at least, what she presumed to be mere moments before. With titanic force of will she pried her hand out from under her shirt, leaving it to join her other hand idly stroking against the side of her legs as she recovered from whatever had possessed her. Was it the candy? No. That’s ridiculous. Candy couldn’t make you feel that… Could it? Definitely not. Especially not any candy her sister had brought home. Her hands continued to send delightful shocks of pleasure as they glided over her exposed thighs. She must just be pent up. Yeah. That seemed right. As if in agreement, she felt her core quiver. Yeah… really pent up. It must have been… a couple of years? She hadn’t brought someone home since her little sister had moved in. Hadn’t even stayed over at someone else's place either. God, she blinked, she hadn’t had a good fuck since Melissa had moved in... The realization somehow made it worse, as though consciously realizing it made her even more aware of how starved she was sexually. Maybe… maybe she’d download a dating app again… later.

Right now however, right now she just needed to calm down. The last thing she wanted was to get caught by her little sister like this. All pent up. The image of Melissa wandering into her room to ask about dinner drifted into her mind. The image of Mel catching her older sister lost in masturbatory bliss… Elsa caught her hand teasing her through her panties. Swiftly she pulled it out of her shorts, face flashing a bright crimson. Yeah. She needed to calm down.

More water, she decided. She just needed some nice cold water. She’d wandered back into the kitchen in an effort to cool off her libido. She could feel the cold air circulating around the house brushing against her skin. God she was still so sensitive. How was she still so sensitive? The water helped, but only marginally. She felt the urge to plunge her hand deep into her shorts subsiding, but it was still there, at the back of her mind, making it very difficult to ignore. Her fingers twitched slightly. Plus her mouth felt empty. She needed another lollipop. That probably should have concerned her, but she was finding it harder and harder to think straight. She was focusing way too hard on keeping her raging desires from running wild. Focusing way too hard to even think that something might be off.

Instead, the moment she thought about the lollipops, her head pivoted scanning the kitchen counter for them, except… They were gone! The jar of lollipops was gone! Elsa spun around dumbfounded. Searching the rest of the kitchen for the bright pink of the jar of candy. Darn it! Melissa must have taken it to her room. Elsa figured she could go ask for another but she already promised she’d only take one, and had already pilfered a second one. Her pride wouldn’t allow it. But god did her body want it.

Struggling with herself, Elsa was too distracted to notice Melissa enter the kitchen. That is until she felt a gentle hug from behind. Something between a yelp and a moan was cared out of her, much too quickly for either of her hands to successfully muffle it.

“Hi big sis…” Melissa said sweetly. “Watcha looking for?”

“I, uh…” Elsa’s head was suddenly spinning, yet she managed just barely to compose herself. She couldn’t let Mel realize how she was feeling. “J-just water.”

Elsa spun around pulling away from her sister as swiftly as she could. “Don’t scare me like that!” Elsa pouted, crossing her arms hoping her little sister would assume her red face was from shock and not something else. “And stop calling me that!”

Melissa looked up at her, recoiling a little bit, unable to make eye contact. “Oh, uhm, sorry Elsa…”

Elsa felt bad, she shouldn’t have snapped at her sister like that. It wasn’t her fault that she was on edge. “H-hey no… it’s ok. Don’t worry about it, I was just a little…” 

At that moment, Elsa noticed what her little sister was wearing. A very similar outfit to the one she had been trying on earlier: a frilly white tube top and a pale blue skirt. Yet for some reason, it seemed even cuter than before… Had her little sister always been that cute?

“Distracted…” she finished.

Her eyes continued to wander over her sister’s body, trailing down her exposed stomach until they stopped at the hem of her skirt. Leaving her unable to do anything but stare. She hadn’t noticed it before, and maybe she was just hallucinating, but was… this skirt shorter than the other one? Like, way shorter than the other one. Her eyes were glued to Melissa’s pale legs, realizing that just a small breeze would be all it would take to see exactly what her little sister was wearing underneath. Elsa could feel her breath quickening again.

“Mel. That’s a… pretty bold skirt for you… isn’t it?” Elsa’s muttered comment made her sister turn her head, looking up at her quizzically, like she had just asked her a very strange question. It somehow made her even cuter. Cuter? What the hell was Elsa thinking…?

“Oh, Is it too much?” Melissa asked innocently.

Elsa found herself at a loss for words. It’s not like she was much of a prude. On the contrary, much to the chagrin of their parents, she’d definitely worn shorts and even skirts that were that short before, yet seeing her little sister dressed like that… Shy little Mel, who was always covered head to toe… She was just in shock. That was it. Shock.

“Uhm.” Elsa cleared her throat, peeling her eyes away from her sister’s legs as she pretended there was something particularly interesting on the kitchen wall. “Nah it's fine… just… You should probably wear some leggings.”

Out of the corner of her vision, Elsa could just barely make out Melissa lifting her skirt as if to curtsey, flashing her with her striped panties, white and lavender. Elsa swallowed.

It couldn’t have been possible for her face to get any redder. However, she was very quickly proven wrong when both she and Melissa blushed in unison. Hoping her little sister hadn’t noticed, she turned even further away, as quickly as she could.

“Oh, uh, right…” Melissa stammered, dropping the fabric like it had suddenly become electrified. “That… uhm… that makes sense…”

After a long awkward moment of silence, Melissa raised an eyebrow. “You sure you’re not looking for something?”

Elsa fidgeted, trusting her body to betray her if she turned around again, but relieved at the change of subject. “Yep, nothing, was just getting water.”

She obviously didn’t sound that convincing, because as soon as the words left her lips Melissa smiled mischievously. 

“Reeeeally?” She pressed up against Elsa again taunting her.

On any other day Elsa could put up with her sister’s childish teasing. On any other day where her body wasn’t on fire, because today, today the feeling of the warmth of Melissa’s body pressed against her made her head spin even faster. Melissa was so close. Her little sister was so agonizingly close…

“R-really!” Elsa blurted out.

It took everything in her power to try to pull away from Melissa again. Her body suddenly yearned to do the exact opposite, sway into the girl leaning onto her. Melissa however, took it as a challenge; took it as her older sister hiding something, something she sure as hell wasn’t going to let slide.

“Are you sure…?” Melissa giggled naively, swirling around to Elsa's front as she did her best to annoy her. “Cause you seem to be looking around a lot, big sis.”

Elsa groaned with annoyance at the words, causing Melissa to giggle happily again. Normally she would scold her, or taunt her back, or… something. Why was it so difficult to focus all of a sudden? Her train of thought stuttered. Mmm that felt really nice… It felt so wonderfully nice to have her little sister pressed up against her like that… H-huh?! Elsa blushed with embarrassment. She just meant… It was a really sweet moment she didn’t want to ruin. Y-yeah. S-so instead, Elsa just strained her neck, trying her hardest to avoid eye contact.

Taking her silence as an invitation to continue, Melissa didn’t let up. “You wouldn’t be looking for my lollipops, would you big sis?”

The mere mention of the candy caused Elsa to shiver again. Oh yeah. The lollipops. Melissa’s wonderful delicious lollipops. It suddenly got even harder to focus. 

“Uh.. uhm.. No?” She lied, poorly.

Mel caught it right away. “You sure…? I hear they’re super good!” She teased, sticking out her tongue playfully.

“Mmm yeah… really good…” Elsa breathed out, nearly whispering.

“What was that?” Mel continued.

The sheer embarrassment finally caused Elsa to barely snap awake. “N-nothing!”

After a few more moments of silence, Elsa sighed in resignation, looking back down at Melissa’s sweet expectant face. “Fine! You caught me… I wanted another lollipop.” the last bit just barely audible.

Melissa wiggled with glee, causing her to brush up against Elsa in a way that made her desperately wish it wasn’t her little sister in front of her. She exhaled sharply, though Melissa seemed too caught up in her victory to pay her any mind.

“I thought you said you’d only take one!”

Elsa pouted, trying to downplay just how badly she wanted to get her hands on another one. “And? Can’t your ‘big sis’ get another one?”

Melissa really made a show about how hard she was thinking about it. As she did, she wrapped her arms around Elsa again, squeezing her gently. It was agony. It felt so good. It felt too good. Elsa could feel a whimper threatening to leave her. She bit her lip doing her best to hold it down. She had to calm down. She had to calm down.

Melissa finally answered, pulling away again just as swiftly as she had arrived. “Mmm, no.”

Without realizing Elsa swayed towards her sister. She suddenly felt cold, her mouth was suddenly dry. “W-why not?!?”

Melissa turned towards her room, stealing a quick glance back at her sister as she swayed her hips gently from side to side. “Cause they’re mine!” I haven’t even had one yet!”

Elsa wanted to argue, she wanted to complain, she wanted… she wanted a lollipop so fucking badly. But she couldn’t. She was transfixed. Transfixed by her little sister’s swaying ass in front of her. The tantalizingly short skirt left nothing to the imagination as it rocked back and forth. Back and forth… Each swing, drawing her eyes to her sister's soft pale legs. Each swing, bringing with it a glimpse of her sister's adorable panties… Elsa couldn’t stop her thighs from squeezing together. She was still wet. God she was so fucking wet. 

Suddenly the swaying stopped.

“Big sis?”

She blinked, the annoyance at the words pulling her free of her sister’s grasp. This was Mel! Mel! Her little sister! Her stupid little kid sister! She shouldn’t be staring. She shouldn’t be feeling… She couldn’t be feeling… The shame wouldn’t allow her to make eye contact with Mel. Instead, she stormed off to her room.

“Fine, sure, whatever… enjoy your candy.”

She needed some time alone. Some long, uninterrupted, no-little-sisters-around, time alone.

Elsa practically slammed the door behind her. God she was so fucking horny. God she was… So. Fucking. Horny. She didn’t even make it to her bed, her hand was trying its hardest to rip her black jean shorts off her body before she even got that far. How could she be this horny? How could she feel like this around her fucking sister… Melissa’s sweet innocent face appeared in her mind. She couldn’t stop herself from sighing. Couldn’t stop her hand from finishing its journey, from letting her fingers brush her clit through the fabric of her panties. She just had to get off. She just had to get off and not think about Melissa. She just had to get off and not think about Melissa and that deliciously short skirt she was wearing. The shame made her body burn even hotter. Why did that feel so good?!?! Her little sister’s swaying hips replayed themselves in her head. Why did remembering the image of her little sister’s ass swaying feel so fucking good?!? Frantically her other hand slid under her shirt, caressing, and groping, and squeezing her chest. She bit her lip. Stifling the shameful noises her body was trying to get her to make. She couldn’t think about it. She couldn't think about her sister right now. She shouldn’t think about her sister right now. She stumbled onto her bed. She just needed to get off. She just needed to get off and everything would go back to normal.

The door creaked open. In her haste, Elsa had completely forgotten to lock it. In her haste, Elsa had made it extremely easy for her little sister to shyly peek her head in. Made it extremely easy for Melissa to stumble in and catch bent over her bed, giving her a clear unobstructed view of her ass as she teased herself stupid.

“Uhm, you ok, big sis…?” Melissa asked meekly.

Elsa froze. No! Not right now! Please not right now… She needed this. She needed this so badly. Elsa sat up in her bed in a panic. Coughing nervously as she pulled her hand from out under her tank top. She needed Melissa to leave. She needed her to leave right fucking now and let her cum her brains out.

“Yeah. Peachy. Dinner?” She blurted out, completely out of breath.

Melissa took another tentative step into her room, holding both hands behind her back. Swaying her hips… She was still wearing that same outfit. Elsa’s eyes locked onto her sister’s skirt again. Why did she have to be wearing that same outfit? Why did she have to look so cute, so… hot…? She couldn’t help it. She was so turned on. She was so turned on that anyone would look hot to her, even her sister… right?

“You sure…?” Melissa tilted her head slightly, bringing a finger to her lips with a faint look of curiosity. She walked towards her. Slowly, hips swaying. Swaying and swaying. Showing those inviting striped panties with each step.

“Uhm… Uh-huh…” Elsa tried to reply. When had she started drooling?

Before she had time to compose herself Melissa reached her, placing a hand on one of her thighs. All Elsa could do was squirm.

“Really…?” Melissa leaned forward, bringing her face dangerously close to Elsa's, filling her vision as she examined her. “You look a bit red…”

Elsa couldn’t answer. Melissa was so close. God Melissa was too close. The heat of their bodies resonated, resonated with the heat inside her. Please get closer. All she wanted was for Melissa to get closer. To press up against her one more time and… what? No…! She wanted her to leave. She needed her to leave.

“And…” The moan which escaped Elsa’s lips could not be stifled as Melissa’s soft hand met hers in between her legs. “You haven’t stopped touching down there since I walked in…”

Elsa’s mouth hung open. She… she hadn’t stopped? The shock nearly toppled her over. “Mel, I can explain… “

She tried to pull her hand away. Tried to stop her fingers from moving. But she couldn't. She couldn’t do anything because her little sister held her firmly in place, and she was way too horny to stop.

“It’s ok big sis…” Melissa smiled warmly, staring up at her. Just staring up at her like this was all perfectly normal. Staring up at her like she didn’t quite understand what was going on. Rubbing her thigh… “I don’t mind…”

Something was wrong, something was seriously wrong. 

“Mel, wait, I— ah—” Elsa gasped. Caught completely off guard by Mel pressing Elsa’s own hand into her clit.

“What’s wrong big sis?” Her little sister punctuated the words with another light press. “You seem flustered?” 

Melissa just kept getting closer. She just kept getting closer. Yes... She was so close now. Her little sister was so close now. So close it was getting hard to think. Hard to think about anything else but just pulling her sister even closer towards her.

Elsa… Elsa was trying to say something. She had been trying to say something. Something important… “Flustered…?

Melissa pulled away, leaving her older sister with the deepest sense of longing she had ever felt. “Yeah… almost like seeing your little sister like this is… doing things to you.”

Melissa’s hips were swaying. Her little sister’s hips were swaying again. She turned around, leaning slightly forward. Showing off her ass to Elsa. Her swaying, adorable little ass. It demanded her attention. Elsa’s eyes followed it back and forth. Back and forth. Maybe this was doing things to her. Maybe her little sister’s swaying ass was doing things to her... No... that couldn’t be right. That shouldn’t be right… Something was off. Something had to be off.

Behind Melissa’s back she held a lollipop. The moment Elsa realized it her eyes broke free and stared at it. Suddenly everything made sense. Suddenly there was a reason why her little sister was teasing her like this. Suddenly there was a reason her body wanted her so badly. The lollipops. The lollipops had to be behind this…

“Mel. Wait… the lollipops…” Elsa had to warn her… she had to warn her little sister.

Melissa froze, tensing up slightly. “Uhm…” Nervously she fidgeted with the candy in her hand. 

Elsa took advantage of the moment, mustering the last little bit of strength she had left to try and say something. She leaned forward. “They’re… they’re…”

Melissa shifted her weight, causing her hips to rock exactly once. Exactly enough to delay Elsa just enough to interrupt her. Her little sister's ass was so close to her face right now…

“They’re…” She laughed anxiously. Turning her head back towards Elsa. She looked worried. Worried, that is, until she saw Elsa’s mouth hanging open. Drooling, panting, staring. She smiled.

“They’re really good…” Confidently, Melissa started to sway her hips once more, leaning even further down, making sure her sister had the best possible view of her underwear she could. “I know…”

Elsa’s eyes couldn’t decide what they wanted to look at more… her sister, or the candy. Her mouth was watering. She didn’t know why anymore. “Yeah.. good…” 

Wait no, that wasn’t—

Before Elsa could finish that thought, Melissa turned, strutting towards her. Seductively swaying. Swaying as she went, not even bothering to stop at the side of the bed. Melissa simply climbed onto it and straddled her. Pressing her body into her, gliding up until their faces were practically touching.

“Mel! No! Wai— mmmmmm!” Elsa couldn't hold back. A moan turned into a whimper as she tried desperately to hold on to her pride. She felt it through her whole body. The heat. Melissa was so close. Her little sister was too close. Too close to resist it. She had to fight it. She needed to fight it. But god it felt too good. She wanted this way too much, way too much to make her little sister stop. 

Elsa folded, offering practically no resistance as Melissa's weight toppled her over. Knocking her onto her back. As her little sister’s hand popped into her mouth, nudging only barely. Enough to get across what she wanted. Until Elsa’s body obeyed and let it fall open for her. Melissa looked down on her with that sweet, naive-looking smile. That loving gentle smile. Like everything was as it should be.

That’s when the lollipop slid into her mouth. Whatever was left of Elsa’s desire to resist shattered as she almost came. It was so good. God… It was too good. She couldn’t take it. She couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t resist. She couldn't resist her little sister’s advances anymore. She needed this. Her fingers felt too good. Her little sister’s fingers felt too good to resist, brushing gently against the fabric of her panties. But they were too slow. God her fingers were moving way too fucking slow. She wanted more. She needed more. 

“It’s sooo hard to think isn’t it, big sis?” Melissa softly whispered, sighing as she laid fully on top of her. “So hard to think when we’re this close…”

“Uhm… “ Yes. Yes. So hard. Way too hard.

Melissa kept whispering. Her hand tracing soft even circles over her clit. She was looking into Elsa’s eyes. Smiling warmly. So warmly.

“That’s ok…” Melissa cupped her sister's cheek, lovingly caressing it “I can do the thinking for you, big sis…”

Elsa stared. Stared into Melissa’s warm loving eyes. Anything. Anything just more. She just wanted more.

Melissa smiled, showing no sign of rushing “I can make you feel sooo good…” 

Her fingers danced over her clit. A hair's breadth of pressure. It was torture, she couldn’t take it. Elsa’s hips rocked frantically, trying their hardest for just a little more stimulation. Just a little more. Please little sis just a little more…

“Isn’t that what you want, big sis…?”

Melissa looked at her with puppy dog eyes. It was wrong. It was so wrong. But how could she say no. She was horny. Too horny. Way too horny to even question it anymore. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t think at all. Before she realized it Elsa’s head started nodding. Anything, anything Melissa wanted.

“Please…” she begged.

Her little sister’s hand applied just a little bit more pressure. “Good big sis…” 

Elsa sank into the bed, sighing with frustration. It wasn’t enough. God it still wasn’t enough. Elsa gasped, whimpered, moaned. Anything she could to let Melissa know how badly she needed it. She couldn’t move, she was too consumed by need to be able to move. She could only squirm, squirm her hips into Melissa’s fingers. But her little sister just lay there. Calmly stroking. Camly, evenly, slowly, teasing her.

“Puh -please…” Elsa begged again.

Melissa made no effort to go faster. Made no effort to do anything at all, she just kept teasing her. Just kept teasing exactly how she had been. Elsa was past the point of begging. She was past the point of anything other than just staring into her sister’s eyes. Staring into her sister’s beautiful eyes and listening to her whispers.

Elsa loved her little sister. Of course she loved her little sister. Sisters should love each other. It sounded so right. It was normal to love her little sister. L-Love her? Like. This? Her eyelids fluttered. Yes… She l-loved her little sister. She loved her voice. Her wonderful voice. It was telling her things. Wonderful things. She loved her. Loved her t-touch. Her wonderful touch. God, Melissa’s touch… Her eyes crossed. Elsa's world had been reduced to nothing but her little sister’s touch. Reduced to nothing but her sister’s fingers on her clit. Elsa loved her little sister’s fingers on her clit… She’d do anything. Anything at all just for them to press down harder. She’d do anything for her little sister to finally let her cum. For her little sister to finally make her cum. She needed it. She needed it more than anything in the world.

Melissa’s hand gingerly pulled on the lollipop in Elsa’s mouth. Gently pulling it all the way out, setting it aside. Giggling, she teased. “We won’t need this anymore…”

Elsa’s mouth felt empty. That intoxicating flavour slowly fading. But that didn’t matter anymore. That didn’t matter anymore because instead, Melissa’s lips met hers. Melissa’s lips met hers as her little sister’s palm pressed hard down on her.

Finally... Elsa melted. She melted even more completely than she could possibly imagine. Melted into the kiss. The wonderful kiss. Cumming. Cumming and cumming and cumming without end as Melissa ground her hips into her. Her sister tasted… familiar. She tasted even better than the candy. Elsa couldn’t get enough. She wanted more… She wanted Melissa to never stop. To keep kissing her, just like that. To just keep grinding into her like that. To just keep making her cum over and over and over again until she broke. Why would she ever want this to stop?

Elsa loved her little sister. 

Finally, Melissa pulled away, a strand of drool connecting them for a moment. She was panting, her eyes glazed over with lust.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this big sis…” Melissa sighed, laying onto and cuddling Elsa gently. Her hand drifted over Elsa’s shirt. Trailing. Just the tip of her fingertips trailing along Elsa’s stomach. “How long I’ve wanted you…”

She stared longingly into her older sister’s eyes.

“How long I’ve wanted you to want this…”

Melissa’s hand snaked its way under her sister’s panties. Slipping a single finger inside as she started to thrust oh so gently in and out of her.

“You want this… right big sis?”

Want. Elsa did want this. Somehow that orgasm wasn't enough. Somehow she needed more. She wanted more. Elsa mindlessly nuzzled into Melissa. Pressing into her touch. Pressing into her warmth. Sisters should love each other. Sisters should… want each other. Her little sister’s voice was in her ear again. It was normal to want her little sister. It was normal to want her sister when it felt this good. When her fingers felt this good. When she tasted this good. This was normal. This is what little sisters were for. She didn’t notice when she leaned forward. She didn’t notice when she had brought Melissa’s lips back to hers. She hadn’t noticed when the kiss started again. But she wasn’t complaining. She couldn’t complain anymore.

Melissa guided her sister’s hand between her legs. Gasping as Elsa’s fingers began to tease her. She was red, flushed, clearly unused to having someone else touching her like that. It was cute. At that moment Elsa could only think about how cute her sister was.

The two girls lay there for a moment. Gently teasing, thrusting, stroking each other. Lazily lying in a warm embrace. Kissing. All the while Melissa whispered into her sister’s ears. Whispered things she would not consciously remember in the morning. Until Melissa couldn’t wait any longer. Until Melissa abruptly pushed herself up to her knees. Frantically reaching under her skirt as she tossed her panties aside. Exposing herself to Elsa.

She fidgeted nervously, looking down on her big sister.

Elsa smiled dreamily. Seeing for the first time, the cleanly shaved pussy of her little sister. Framed perfectly by her short blue skirt. Swaying gently above her.

Elsa loved her little sister. Elsa wanted her little sister. She needed her little sister. She needed to make her feel good. She needed to make her feel good like a good big sister should. Elsa lifted herself up. Pressing her lips around her sister’s clit. Kissing it gently.

Melissa yelped, then moaned. Seemingly unused to the sensation but enjoying every second of it. Her hand glided through Elsa’s hair. Brushing her fingers on the top of her older sister’s head as she grabbed at it with need. Melissa pressed herself into Elsa. Hips grinding, smearing her scent all over her sister’s face. She tasted so good. Her little sister tasted so good. A familiar taste. A strangely familiar taste that made her mouth water. 

“G-good big sis” Melissa pet Elsa’s head. At least, the best she could while trying to rut into her sister’s face. “You l-love… how I taste… right?”

Elsa sighed at the praise, eagerly lapping at Melissa's clit. She did. She really fucking did.

“Y-yeah— ahh… I’m sure you d-do…” Melissa continued, barely holding it together. “M-my… mmmm… my little chemistry project m-made sure of that…”

Melissa looked at her. With… Pity?

“U-uhm, you d-don’t mind… r-right big sis?” 

Elsa couldn’t answer. She was too busy licking… Too busy trying to drown herself in her little sister to answer, lapping at her cunt eagerly. Elsa’s hand trailed down under her panties. She was already so close again… so fucking close… She looked up at Melissa. Looked up at her sister with pathetic helpless desire. She didn’t mind. She didn’t mind at all anymore. She loved her little sister. She’d do anything for her.

Elsa saw it in Melissa’s eyes. She saw the moment her little sister's self control crumbled. The moment she finally realized Elsa was nothing but putty in her hands.

“I– Uh-uhm—” Melissa’s eyes crossed, a trickle of drool leaving her mouth. “God… ahh— big sis…”

Melissa pawed at her chest desperately; her thighs tightened around Elsa. Tensing. Pulling on her sister’s hair as she tried to smother Elsa with her pussy.

“P-please… Please big sis…”

She looked at her older sister with reverent admiration. Looked down at her with pleading puppy dog eyes. Begging. Begging with all that sweet innocence she usually had.

“Please make me cum big sis… P-please… please make me cum… please make me c-c-cu–uh-uhhh…mmmmm…”

The way her little sister shuddered... The way her little sister’s legs clamped around her… They way Melissa trailed off into a blissful sigh… It all paled in comparison to the look on her face. Dazed. Completely and totally dazed as her vision unfocused. She looked so pure. Somehow, she looked so delectably pure as she came all over her older sister.

It was so wrong. Deep down Elsa still knew it was all so very wrong. But she couldn’t stop. She couldn’t stop herself from cumming at the sight. She couldn’t stop herself from cumming right along with her little sister as she leaked into her waiting mouth. Cumming. Cumming so hard her world shattered.

Melissa tumbled onto the bed, fully and utterly spent. Her legs hung open as she collapsed onto her sister’s pillow. Elsa mindlessly crawled over to her. She wanted more… she still somehow wanted more… Elsa nuzzled at her little sister’s pussy. Melissa tasted so good. Her little sister tasted so good. She needed more... Elsa nuzzled her face in between Melissa’s legs. Lazily, Melissa reached out to her. Petting Elsa’s hair for a moment, praising her…

“Good big sis… I, uhm, l-love you…”

Elsa felt her pussy shudder. It felt good. It felt good to make her sister happy. Elsa loved her little sister.

Melissa groaned, pushing Elsa’s head up by the forehead to give her clit a break. Elsa looked at her with confusion. All she wanted was another taste of her little sister's pussy. Just one more. Wordlessly Melissa held her there, smiling dreamingly before leaning forward and pulling Elsa up towards her. Elsa’s body simply followed. She didn’t have it in her to think anymore. Not right now. Right now Melissa could do all the thinking for her. Melissa could tell her exactly what to do.

Melissa pulled her into a kiss. A very short, yet loving kiss. 

That was the last thing that happened before Elsa too collapsed from exhaustion, right into her little sister’s loving embrace. Stealing kiss after kiss as Elsa tried to get just another taste of Melissa’s lips. Leaving the two of them cuddling. Cuddling for a long while. Cuddling until Melissa started whispering again. Whispering right into her big sister’s ear. 

Elsa loved her little sister, and Melissa wouldn’t have it any other way.