#desselle

noelle sneaks into dess's room late at night, when no else is awake, and she steps softly so as not to make too much noise in the hall. her movements are quick and practiced, as if shes done this a hundred times before. she reaches for the dresser drawer, the top one. a thought pops into her head, but shes far too lonely now to feel guilt or shame for this.

dess's panties.... tangled together with her socks. she never was the most organized girl. this used to be so much more thrilling and exciting, so much more emotional. but the scent has faded, and so, for noelle, it has become more routine than anything. shes tried to cut herself off, but..... she just cant finish otherwise. this is what she tells herself.

noelle gingerly lifts a pair of black panties with a cheap lace trim and a white ribbon bow sewn on. she brought it close to her face, pressed it against her snout and breathed in deep. it didnt smell like much, of course. this was clean, and dess's dirty laundry had lost its scent a long time ago, too. but still, she breathed deep, harder and harder. she took a closer look, examined the loose threads and the stains. did she use these to get off, too?

noelle began undressing. first her top, the chilly air startling her delicate fur. then, her pants. a matching pajama set, decorated with snowflakes and candy canes. it was just like her to wear this. she looked at her own panties, cute things in red and green. she took them off, too, and set her clothes folded onto the floor next to the bed.

dess's clothes had started fitting noelle better about a year ago. it was such a strange feeling when she first tried on her clothes, like she could imagine standing at eye level next to her. she was feeling something similar now. her panties were a perfect fit, and they felt almost supernaturally warm. she looked at the mirror hung up on the wall, and through a thin layer of dust it almost looked like her sister was looking back.

she approached the mirror, stretching a hand out to touch its surface. if only she could reach through and pull dess out. if only they could touch, one more time... noelle pressed her body against the mirror now, almost hugging it. she pressed her cheek to its cold and smooth surface, and it was almost like dess really was on the other side. she could feel her warmth cross the thin glass and reach her. her chest felt like it was going to catch fire.

"oh, angel, what am i doing..." she mumbled under her breath, still fearful of carol catching her here, catching her like this. she looked her reflection in the eye, but she did not see herself looking back. her breath was hot on the mirror, fogging it near her mouth. she touched her lips to the glass, stuck her tongue out, and...

oh, it felt like electricity up her spine! she was gone for so long, so long, and here she was, and she loved her, she really still loved her. dess's lips felt like pure bliss, her arms wrapped around her dear sister tighter than any force on earth. their fur brushed together, an intense heat building inside the two sisters. noelle could hardly think right now, entirely focused on how much she needed dess. she grabbed at dess's chest, her stomach, her neck, her hips, her ass, anything she could touch, all in a frenzy.

dess bucked her hips against noelle, driving out a hushed whimper. noelles hips moved on their own, needily grinding on her sister. drip. she gripped her hand tight. drop. dess's moans were getting heavier, breathier. like an icicle melting, drip. noelle pressed harder, harder, desperate for dess to feel her. drop, ever warmer. faster, now, dess's name slipped out of her mouth. dess... dess... dess, dess, dess, dess, dess- crack. noelle convulsed, bucking her hips wildly in the air now, orgasm wracking her body, cruelly dragging her out of her fantasy.