Lila snatched her hand back, but it was already too late. The spear wavered between them; the damp print of her palm stood out clearly on its polished surface. She ought to have wished the ground would swallow her up so she could run away—yet the heat spreading between her legs held her spellbound. A smile played on Anja’s lips—one that seemed anything but unfriendly. "It’s all right," she murmured, stepping a little closer. "When I touched one for the first time, I couldn't stop trembling either." She reached out—not for the spear, but to tuck a wayward lock of hair behind Lila’s ear. Her fingertips lingered warmly against the shell of the ear. "Lift your arms for a moment; your shirt is soaked with sweat." Before Lila could even gather her thoughts, the fresh air was cooling her bare, delicate chest.

Anja traced the curve of Lila’s delicate breast with her fingers and then—with a cheeky grin—brought a sweat-dampened finger to her tongue. "Hmm, salty and delicious," Anja murmured. Lila was now completely at the mercy of the situation, unable to voice even the slightest protest.

"It’s time for us to get to know each other all over again, dear sister; it’s been so long since we last saw each other." With those words, Anja pulled a single cord on her dress and let it fall to the ground; now naked, she pressed Lila down into the soft grass, grabbed her trousers, and freed Lila’s hips with a swift tug, pulling the garment down over her slender legs. "Lila, where’s your heart-print or teddy-bear underwear?" Anja teased sarcastically. Given the heat, Lila had simply gone without panties this time.

Lila stood frozen. Why was she letting this happen? Sure, the two sisters had always been very close back then. But this? This bold, incredibly direct, and passionate side of Anja had remained hidden from her.

Anja’s fingers traced the curve of Lila’s hipbone—slowly and deliberately. The grass beneath them felt cool against Lila’s bare skin, yet every spot Anja touched burned like glowing coals. "You’re trembling," Anja murmured, her warm breath brushing against Lila’s collarbone. "But you aren’t afraid, are you?" Lila shook her head, even though the truth was more complicated. Fear was stirring within her, yes—but so was something hotter, something arousing.

Anja’s fingers grazed Lila’s labia—just enough to make her gasp for air, but not enough to push things all the way. The grass pricked slightly at Lila’s bare buttocks as she instinctively arched her back; her body betrayed her before her mind could even protest. "Are you still a virgin?" Anja whispered, her lips brushing against the shell of Lila’s ear. Lila’s cheeks flushed deep red; she gave a brief, sharp answer, as if ashamed of the truth.

Anja’s laugh sounded warm, almost tender. "Good," she murmured, her thumb circling Lila’s clitoris with practiced ease. "That makes it even more special." Those words sent a shiver through Lila—a mixture of fear and intoxicating arousal. *Something special.* Was it? The rational part of her screamed that this was wrong, that sisters didn’t do things like this, that she should push Anja away and run. But instead, she thrust her hips forward, meeting the pressure of Anja’s touch.

Lila’s eyes fluttered shut as Anja’s mouth met hers; her lips parted instantly, moving in a hungry, desperate rhythm. The taste of her sister—sweet, with a hint of spice—flooded Lila’s senses; her tongue slid against Anja’s, filled with a wet, gliding heat. Anja’s fingers traced the warm skin of Lila’s inner thigh. Lila gasped into the kiss and her hips instinctively arched upward, but Anja laughed softly against her lips and pulled back—just far enough to watch Lila’s face contort with frustration.

"Not yet," she murmured, her thumb tracing slow, maddening circles over the swollen bud of Lila’s clitoris. "I want to see you beg for it. Just look at you," she whispered as her thumb began to circle faster and more relentlessly. "So beautiful when you’re on the verge of climax." Lila’s thighs trembled, her hips jerking upward—but Anja pulled her hand away completely, leaving Lila gasping on the brink of orgasm. "Not yet," she chided, as if scolding a greedy child. "I want to taste you first."

Moments later, Lila felt her sister’s tongue against her most intimate place.
Lila moaned, her fingers tangling in Anja’s long red hair. She had never been kissed like this—never touched like this—and the sheer intensity made her head spin. Anja’s tongue slid deeper. She traced the contours of Lila’s opening, glistening with arousal, and whispered, "Tell me what you need."

"Fuck me," Lila moaned.