/trd/ fics

>ywn make her cry even though she is too retarded to know what she did wrong

>"w-was I bad?"

>"Elsa please don hit me! I promise I won do it again!"
>"You're still retarded, Anna"
>Harder slap

>"Okay, Anna, if you can spell 'expeditiously', I won't hit you again"
>"E-Elsa, I l-love you"
>even harder slap
>sniffling

>Getting real sick of Anna's shit
>She won't stop sniffling
>You hold your hand over her face
>After a couple dozen seconds, she starts flailing out her arms
>"Elsa… can't breath… can't breath!"
>Instead of actually taking your hand off her face, the tard keeps punching forwards at some imagined enemy
>Try another test
>"Anna, name the continent we are on and I'll stop"

>start spelling it out for her when no answer is forthcoming
>make her repeat every letter after you so you can drag this out longer
>take your hand away when she finishes and smile as you watch her gasp for air, red in the face
>wipe all the snot and drool off your palm using her shirt

>later she makes Elsa a crudely drawn "apology card" with two stick figures representing the two of them holding hands in a field
>in huge, childish letters, it reads; "Im sory for beyng bad"
>she timidly shuffles into her sister's room and hands it to her, eyes fixed on the floor the entire time

>Elsa takes the letter from Anna's hand and slides it under a stack of papers on her desk without giving it a single glance
>"I forgive you, Anna"
>totally monotone voice
>doesn't even move her fatigued gaze from the PC monitor
>"Did you need something else, or…?"

>"Elsa, I'm…I'm scared."
>"Of what?"
>You still don't turn from the screen
>"Of monstuhs. Can sleepover you?"
>Anna looks up, eyes bright with hope
>"No Anna. Not tonight."
>She doesn't say anything else, just starts to walk out with head downcast

>feels a gentle tug on her sleeve
>shakes her arm in annoyance
>another tug, more firm
>"Cut it out, please"
>sleeve is tugged so hard she loses control of the mouse
>sweeps her arm out in a rush of anger and accidentally backhands Anna in the face
>"Oh Christ, I'm so sorry Anna"
>filled with dread as she watches her fully-grown sister sniffling and trembling in front of her
>"I-I didn't mean to do that, it was a reflex"
>tears well up in Anna's eyes
>"Fuck, I'm really sorry Anna, please don't cry"
>all-out bawling commences
>she leaps up out of her desk chair and wraps Anna in a tight hug
>strokes the back of Anna's head with her fingers
>pulls back and puts her hands on Anna's shoulders
>Anna wipes her eyes and looks up with a smile
>"Can we play, Elsa?"
>Elsa hugs her around the waist and rests her hands on Anna's bum
>gives it a squeeze and giggles along with Anna
>"Sure, what kind of game did you have in mind?"



>ywn have a special few phrases you force Elsa to recite every morning when she gets out of bed in front of a mirror
>"I am worthless"
>"I am a whore"
>"I am a freak"
>"I am disgusting"
>"I don't deserve to live"
>"my parents never loved me”
>"I don't deserve the peaceful sleep of death"

>Some days she can't get through them without breaking down in tears
>those are the days when she receives especially brutal beatings


>realize just how gorgeous and masterfully done it really is
>truly the work of an immensely talented artist
>could easily be sold for thousands
>laugh
>tell her it's shit
>you've seen kindergarteners make better artwork
>smear your hand across the still wet canvas
>later that night you hear her sobbing and cursing herself as she burns it in the backyard

>"Wow, Elsa, you must have spent a lot of time on that!"
>her face lights up, naively thinking you're actually appreciating something she's done for once
>"I-I did, anon! It took me months! I-I don't want to sound arrogant or anything, b-but I think it's kind of good!"
>"What are you planning to do with it?"
>"Oh…I thought maybe I'd try to take it to an art gallery….d-do you think I could?"
>She notices the wicked glimmer in your eyes
>you step towards the painting, reaching out for it
>"A-anon, w-wait, I worked really hard on that."
>"I'll bet you did."
>you pick it up
>hurl it onto the floor
>stomp on it until it's an unrecognizable mess
>Elsa looks on in horror, tears welling up in her big blue eyes
>the carpet is stained with paint
>"I can't believe you actually wasted months on that piece of shit. Clean up that mess. I'll be back in two hours and if there's even a spot of paint left on the carpet by then I'm gonna kick your ass, understand?"
>"Y-yes, anon. I'm sorry.”


>ywn be Hans
>ywn be married to Anna
>ywn have brutal, rough sex with her every night
>Elsa will never volunteer to take Anna's place every once in a while so her sister can have a break


>trying to take care of my minitards
>mom spent like 3 days sewing them up matching outfits
>she isn't too happy about my keeping the tards, so I don't want to anger her
>come back to my room from a walk through the woods
>MidwayOnTheJourneyThroughLife.dnt
>don't see any of the Annas
>suddenly hear a commotion in the closet
>throw the door open
>the Annas are having a tard circus
>several have managed to climb their way up my dresses to the top shelf
>three of them had taken their outfits off, leaving them crumpled on the floor
>Annas wriggling around naked with their tard limbs
>absolutelydisgusting.png
>"Elsa!"
>they snap out of their revelry and notice me
>"Damn it, I told you girls to keep your clothes on!"
>"but Ela, my clothes go dirty"
>MedievalOnYourAss.avi
>Idunn is going to kill me if I don't sort this out myself
>"Get out of there, no more messing around in my closet!"
>the tards troupe their way our, dejected
>Have to spend the next hour in the washroom and then help the shitbrained Annas back into their clothes so they'll be presentable at dinner

>my mug when


>later that evening
>brush their hair as a finishing touch
>walk them single-file to dining room
>takes fucking forever because they keep tripping and getting distracted
>deep breath as I enter
>”Hello, Elsa”
>Hi dad.
>Table set with what looks like Elk, arugula, and chicken broth

>Idunn walks in
>Can already tell that she is annoyed
>”Elsa, you know you are going to have to take care of those things. Gerda has enough work as it is!”
>Why the fuck does she keep bringing this up, never have I implied that I wasn’t going to be responsible for them
>”I know, mom”
>The three of us sit down with Kai
>Annas are sitting in my lap
>Didn’t really think this through

>”Elsa, how are they going to eat?”
>”I don’t know…”
>Dad chimes in-
>”Maybe each of us can try to take one?”
>”Honey, we TOLD Elsa she needed to take care of them.”
>”Relax Idunn, it’s just for one dinner, before we can figure things out.”
>Chance that mom is going to blame me for their disagreement- 100%
>Idunn is fuming, violently takes one of the Annas and slams it beside her
>Dad and Kai take the others, I am still balancing one on each shoulder.
>Start giving them bits of food with a tiny teaspoon
>So demanding that I can barely grab a bite to eat myself
>One of the Annas starts to whine and pout
>Fucking ingrate

>Kai is getting used to his tard
>She burps gently and makes a funny face
>”These are actually kind of cute!”
>He reaches down to pinch his tard’s cheek
>Jumps backwards, shaking the whole table
>”Ugh, it's peeing on my plate!”

>Mother. Of. Fuck.

>Idunn is furious
>Going to have to spend even more time cleaning their clothes before I put them to bed tonight
>Idunn’s tard starts making weird noises
>Skin begins to turn pallid
>As if this wasn’t already enough of a disaster
>I grab the Anna and try to get the food out of its throat
>Only my pinky finger is small enough to fit in its mouth, and I can’t get back far enough
>Finger covered in filthy saliva now from her lips
>Try light pounding on her back
>Tard coughs up a large piece of Elk meat
>How the fuck was mom dumb enough to give a piece that big?
>The Annas act like nothing happened, don’t thank me at all
>Goes right back to giving me the most Downsy face I have ever fucking seen
>pic related
>It’s like they are mocking me and enjoying the fact that they ruined my dinner

>Dinner over
>Take the tard-Annas back to my room (carrying them this time)
>Tell the four to be careful and not leave while I cleaned up the other one
>Blank, fucktarded stares
>AintEvenMad.jpg
>Bring Anna to washroom
>Empty, late at night, and cold
>Fuck my life
>Meticulously remove the Anna’s tiny felt shoes
>(No easy task since they form-fit her meaty tard-limbs/feet)
>Take off dress and start running it under the water
>Anna is spinning in circles trying to eat her own tiny ponytails
>ActuallyPrettyFunny
>Finish up, carry her back in a hand towel because her clothes are wet
>She is making raspberry noises with her fingers in her mouth as we walk
>mediumkek
>It’s weird, but I feel like I made a connection with this tard-Anna
>Finally back at my room
>Open the door to see the other tards at play
>Rolling around, cooing, one trying to touch her toes, one singing gibberish
>Wow, as annoying as they can get…
>Forget everything else
>Set my tard on the floor and head towards the other tards
>They giggle and run to me
>”Time to get your shoes off! You need your sleep!”
>I know they barely understand
>Point to my own shoes and mime removal
>They simply start hugging my shoes

>tfw
>For all the bullshit tardisms, at the end of the day, they are still Anna
>Sit down and reach to tickle one
>hear a scampering
>Oh, must be towel-Anna running over
>Better find some clothes for her

>mfw it isn’t towel-anna
>mfw I was so distracted I forgot to shut the door
>mfw Kai lets his Broholmer run around the hallways in the evening
>Try to grab towel-Anna
>Too late, he already has her in his teeth
>”NO! BAD DOG… STOPPP!”
>Scream commands at him at the top of my lungs
>No fucks given
>He sprints around the room, all five tards screaming uncontrollably
>Out of the corner of my eye, see a sobbing tard trying to hind behind a fucking transparent glass
>It’s okay, it’s okay, towel-Anna will need some stitches but she’ll be fine, he isn’t holding her hard
>Just need to get her from him
>Kai’s dog stops short and starts pawing at the Anna, then shakes her really fast like a chew toy
>She stops making sounds
>Lat ditch effort I literally jump on top of the enormous dog
>He snarls and runs of of the room, bounding down the hall
>Trail of blood

>See a tard has already forgotten the shitshow that just happened, and is trying to eat the shoe of another tard
>Ain’t no rest for the weary



>making breakfast with my cute little sister anna
>letting her handle the toaster because i figure today's the day that she can finally handle the job of watching two slices of bread and calling me when they pop up
>hear that beautiful twanging sound our ghetto old toaster makes when it's done it's magic
>few seconds go by
>c'mon anna you can handle this
>i believe in you honey
>we're at the ten second mark now
>any day now
>"TOAST LOOKS DONE ELSA"
>you don't say
>"oh but i think it's stuck hold on"
>turn around with the most exaggerated expression of concern possible
>see her reaching her entire hand into the toaster to scoop out the bread
>"oh for fuck's sake anna what–"
>she screams and leaps back
>clocks her head on the edge of a cabinet
>crumples to the floor and lays still
>oh shit oh shit oh shit
>run over and check for blood on her head, pulse, breathing, all that jazz
>thank god
>did not want to spend my saturday burying a body in the backyard
>already did that a week ago with her pet gerbil
>considering his living conditions though i could hardly call his death a tragedy
>after checking anna's vitals i pick her up and carry her to the couch
>fingers brush her chest while i'm setting her down
>the beast begins to stir in my no-no zone
>stand up and start to turn away
>ms. hyde has other ideas
>reach my hands down and slide them up under my sister's shirt
>what the fuck are you doing you fucking degenerate sack of shit
>start caressing her tits while i crawl on top of her
>keep one hand up top while my other goes down to unbuckle my jeans
>pull my jeans and panties down to my knees
>i am no longer the captain of this ship
>carefully re-position myself so my bare crotch is right above her mouth and nose
>lower myself onto her face
>feel those soft lips on my clit and her little nose just barely inside me
>oh fuck me this is really happening
>start grinding down on her, leaving ample pauses for her body to do that whole breathing thing
>i mean c'mon man i may fucking my KO'd sister but i ain't no necrophiliac
>put my free hand around her jaw and work it against me like i'm a damn ventriloquist
>give her boob a final squeeze with my other and run it down the front of her pants
>all in all i probably last another 20 seconds before i start dripping into her mouth and up her nose
>10 seconds after that and i cum harder than i have in years
>i get one fucking moment of peace before i hear her start to splutter and cough under me
>leap off of her, yank my jeans up, and run back to the kitchen where i stand in front of the stove and start shivering like a lunatic
>realize that i basically left her to die choking on my own gunk
>realize that i basically might have raped her to death
>hear her pitter-patter into the kitchen on her little bunny slippers
>"e-elsa? what happened?"
>i look up at her
>at the fluid smeared all over her lips and nose and chin
>at the tears welled up in her eyes from coughing so hard
>at the stains going down the front of her shirt from when she almost gagged her fucking guts out
>i stumble over and wrap my arms around her
>she hugs me back and i just kinda collapse onto her

>tl;dr breakfast cereal is underrated



>It's been two years now since the last world government collapsed
>We are down to just me, Eugene, and Olaf
>Olaf is rolling a cigarette, while Eugene roasts a few tardlings on a spit
>Light rain has been falling since morning
>A bit on edge
>Are those crackling sounds footsteps, or the fire?
>Double check my SPAS is loaded
>"Relax, Elsa. We haven't seen any sign of tards in like six miles"
>Olaf's voice has grown gruff from years of chainsmoking, his face is covered with 5-o'clock shadow
>How the righteous have suffered
>Occupy myself by mulling over what has happened
>It started with just five of them. *five tards*
>Punzie said her 'modifications' would make them more intelligent
>She said her introduction of 'tard-Kristoff' counterparts would help the Annas have a more stable life
>It all backfired horribly, and now Punzie rots in an unmarked grave. Eugene has been fucked up ever since.
>Her 'modification' made the Annas dumber than ever, and they bred with the tardoffs until they covered every inch of the planet
>Not even malicious, but so goddamn retarded that their constant accidents eroded human civilization
>Power grids would shut down as tardlings infested and got stuck in machinery
>Tardlings would gnaw through communication lines and important electronics
>Tarlings would pollute water supplies and food with their waste
>And now, here we are

>Suddenly, I snap back. That was *definitely* a footstep. The little pitter-patter of a wild tard
>Without turning around, I lay my fingers over the SPAS's trigger…

>A tardling wanders right up next to the fire, Anna-type
>Kristoff-type follows close behind
>I wave my hand to stop Olaf from just shooting them with his PP-29
>"Let's have some fun with these ones…"
>I tear out a patch of grass and then hold a small dandelion before me
>Tardlings are enraptured, and quickly walk over to play
>I gently bring the SPAS forward and hold it right in front of the Kristoff-type's face
>Know they can't resist trying to eat every fucking thing you put in front of them
>Kristoff doesn't bite, no pun intended
>Try a bit harder, literally push the barrel against his teeth and lips
>He just turns away, grunts, and shakes her head
>Whatever
>Turn to the Anna-type
>This one looks special, even for them
>Timidly, she opens her mouth as wide as possible
>Thankfully the tardlings all have huge heads, or this wouldn't work
>Starts trying to bite and suck on the barrel
>Quick tap on the trigger
>The tardling's head liquifies, exploding backwards and showering the Kristard with grey matter
>Fuck, that was better than sex



>Elsa sits at her desk
>the door creaks open
>she knows what's about to happen
>Idunn walks up behind Elsa
>"Are you finished with your studies sweetheart"
>"Y-yes mother"
>An evil smirk splits Idunn's face
>she wraps her arms around Elsa and leans in to breath in the scent of Elsa's hair
>"I think we should take some time to relax"
>before Elsa could say anything Idunn's hand was already lifting Elsa's dress up
>Elsa prepared herself for what was to come.

>"The thing is, sweety, one day you'll be married-to some dashing prince of course-and…"
>Elsa's sitting at her vanity
>Idunn carefully brushing her long hair
>Elsa's trembling
>"…and we need to keep things…pleasant between countries."
>"Y-Yes mother."
>Idunn sighs
>Starts braiding her daughter's hair.
>"We simply want what's best for you, Elsa. And for the kingdom."
>"Yes mother."
>Elsa's voice breaks
>"And your father and I have agreed that we should ensure that you're the best wife you can be."
>A tear runs down Elsa's cheek
>Idunn finishes braiding Elsa's hair
>Rests her hands on Elsa's shoulders
>"And sometimes…sometimes that means you need to know yourself; know what you like; know what it is that pleases you…"
>Idunn's hands begin sliding lower, her voice turned light, faux-soothing
>"…before you can know what it is that pleases your prince."
>Elsa sobs openly



>Elsa is standing stiffly in the middle of her room, crying softly and shaking a little
>Idunn is pressed up behind Elsa, groping her breasts and rubbing her clit
>Idunn keeps one hand on Elsa's breast and brings her other back to press into Elsa's asshole
>Elsa hiccups and reaches her hands back to stop Idunn's arm
>Idunn grabs Elsa's hands and shoves them firmly against her sides
>Elsa hangs her head and starts crying harder



>Rapunzel is the trashiest slut in the entire trailer park
>In a constant state of pregnancy
>Eugene acts as baby daddy
>Ghettolaf a redneck hunter



>Agdar and Idunn visit Elsa's trailer for their routine inspections
>Tardstoff and tard!Anna are building tower after tower out of discarded beer cans and then knocking it down before laughing uproariously
>Elsa is absentmindedly flipping through television channels while trying to keep the family dog Sven (who is still wearing his antlers from last Christmas) off of her lap
>Olaf is trying to learn the chords to "Dixie" on his new guitar
>Hans is whining about the lack of internet




Every time he watches porns he first gets aroused, then furious because he can't do anything about his arousal since his snowman physique means he doesn't have a penis.

What if he just takes his nose and puts it where his penis should be. The starts jacking it off.

Cursing all the while since his carrot is only a few inches long because Anna took a big bite of it once when he fell asleep without heating the dinner that Elsa had prepared for Anna.

>"Elsa! Get me a new carrot!"
>"I'll get you one when I go shopping"
>"And when the hell's that?"
>"I'll go when I go!"
>"BITCH NOW!”

>he throws his carrot-chode at Elsa
>it deflects off her ass and lands in the hallway
>a hungry Anna appears




>Snow White and Cinderella are both meth heads who spend all day inside their trailer cleaning shit and starting projects they'll never finish
>Aurora is on opiates and a major couch potato that spends all day watching her shitty television set
>Ariel is a barely-not-retarded trust fund valley girl who's only living here because her daddy cut her off for marrying Eric, who spends all day out fishing
>Belle doesn't want to live there, but is forced to stay because no one else would be able to take care of her senile father
>Jasmine lived there for only a short time before being run out due to racism
>Pocahontas is an alcoholic with a gambling addiction
>Mulan doesn't associate with anyone unless she has to, has a large knife collection, and is probably only living here as part of a double life
>Tiana is morbidly obese and has to take care of the kids all day while Naveen's out doing god knows what, but she regularly hosts barbeques for the whole trailer park
>Merida is a huge gun nut who practices shooting too close to the park, which scares the others, and she likes to drive around on an ATV
>Rapunzel rarely leaves her trailer due to her intense fear and paranoia of the outside world


>tard!Kristoff
>comes over for playdates with Anna
>Elsa gives him ridiculous and pointless tasks to keep him bust while she molests Anna

The thought of tard!Kristoff and tard!Anna playing house or something is adorable.

Until he whips out his retard wang.

>"Ewwww Kristoff it looks like a gross worm"
>"It makes me pee!"
>"You pee funny!"
>Elsa enters the room, thinks about how much she wants to hurt them both

>they overpower her with their tard strength and tickle her because they are innocent

And then they pee on her



>tard!Anna during potty training
>she shat in the toilet's reservoir and then got her arm stuck playing with the pipes inside it



>Special Ed class AU where Elsa has to teach a class of Anna, Kristoff, Hans, and human Sven and Olaf

Or 17yo ghettolaf who got held back a bunch of grades until they threw him in special ed, where he makes racist comments and calls Elsa a slut all the time.


What is tard!Anna’s favorite movie?

Alice in Wonderland, or as she calls it,
"Allison Wourlan"

She makes Elsa play it for her over and over and over again, every day

>"Again! Again!"
>retarded laughing and clapping

In the exact voice from the movie when she says "Do the magic, do the magic!”



>"HUEHUEHUE ELSA HE CAN'T SEE US"
>"I know Anna, please be quiet…"
>"HE'S SO DUMB HE DOESN'T SEE US"
>fml


>She still molests Anna, but she's so retarded that she has no idea what's going on.

>Idunn is changing Anna's diaper while Agdar is in the room
>"HURR MOMMY ARE YOU GOING TO CLEAN MY PEEPEE AGAIN?"
>"Shhh, Anna, be quiet and don't make up stu…"
>"MOUTH ON PEPEE FEEL CLEAN"
>"Anna, I told you, SHUT UP"
>Agdar starts walking over, concerned


>Elsa apologizing over and over again as she defiles her sister
>tard!Anna moaning and bucking her hips
>retarded brain doesn't understand why Elsa is crying
>Idunn getting off to Elsa's misery and Anna's naivety



>"This, people of Arendelle, is what your taxes have been funding!"
>"This is the heir to our ancient and resolute nation!"
>The people gasp as they see the mini-tards you are holding up
>One tard is picking the nose of the other tard
>"This is what will lead you when the queen dies!"
>Angry murmurs abound
>"Let us rid the castle of its demons, and entreat Elsa to nominate a true successor!"
>You let go of the tards' hems, watching them fall into the crowd below
>Townies rip them to pieces



>Anna's been in a car accident
>Massive spinal trauma
>Still has brain function
>Classic case of "locked-in syndrome"
>Elsa's left to spend all her time with Anna, considered a "visiting hours don't apply" visitor
>Elsa violates her sister every chance she gets

>Elsa confiding in Anna about how beautiful she is, how she's always loved her, whispering steadily-creepier admissions into her prone sister's ear
>apologizes while grinding against Anna's leg at night and groping her
>hates herself for not being able to stop
>Leaves Anna smeared with her juices until morning when she cleans them off before the nurse shows up

>Anna shows signs of recovery
>Elsa is scared she will hate her and she will lose her plaything
>goes in to visit Anna at night
>violently wrenches her head around

>First she molests her one last time, while crying and telling Anna how much she lovers her and how sorry she is.



>"Elsa, Kristoff told me bears happen when a Reindeer mates with a wolf. Is that true?"
>"Of course not, silly!"
>pinches cheek

>"Elsa, Kristoff told me bears happen when a Reindeer mates with a wolf. What is "mates”?"

>"Wait Anna, you mean daddy never showed you?”

>"I don't think you're ready for that just now, okay, Anna?"
>"O-okay Elsa."
>ruffles hair
>"Good girl”

>Anna starts tickling Elsa
>"Oh, just don't tickle me between my legs, I'm really ticklish there!"
>Anna's face lights up with her trademark naive, innocent glee
>"Really?"
>"Oh no! You weren't supposed to know that!"
>Ann giggles and goes in for the attack

>Anna barges into the room and squeezes Elsa in a super-affectionate retard hug
>"Elsaaaaaaa I love you"
>Anna kisses her sister on the cheek
>keeps showering Elsa with kisses
>"Anna, you know there's a really super special kiss for people you really love?"
>Anna's eyes go wide
>her mouth hangs open in wonder
>"There is? How?"
>Elsa reaches down to remove her drenched panties
>"I-if you gave me some kisses between my thighs, it would be very special"
>"really, really special?"
>Elsa runs her hands through the oblivious girl's hair and gently guides her to her knees
>"the specialist"

>"No! Anna, stop that, I told you n- OH!"
>Anna notices that Elsa had stopped giggling and gone quiet, even though she was still bent over Anna's reaching arm.
>"Are you ok Elsa? Did I do something wrong?"
>Elsa grabs Anna's hand and pulls her back in
>"No Anna, everything's fine. Just please don't stop."
>Elsa arches her back involuntarily and bites her lip to keep silent.
>"Just don't stop."



>"A-are you ready, Anna?"
>Anna bounces on the bed, nodding enthusiastically, teeth biting into her lip in anticipation
>"Now, remember, the fun part is you can't make ANY noise. If mommy or daddy hears us, you lose, okay?"
>"I could do it, Elsa!"
>Elsa flicks off the lights
>stalks across the room to her bed
>climbs on top with her sister
>lays Anna back and coaxes her legs apart
>gently begins to rub Anna's special place with her thumb
>"A-ah! Elsa, I like this gam-"
>"Shh…remember, no talking."
>Elsa slowly slides a finger inside
>Anna's never felt anything like this before
>as far as she knows, Elsa is the only one who can do this for her
>"Elsa!, I-I"
>Elsa shuts Anna up with a fierce kiss as she brings her to orgasm
>"d-did I win, Elsa?"
>"…yeah, Anna, you won.”




>watching movie with retarded 17yo qt sister
>parents gone to a thing for the whole night
>soon as they were out the door sis screamed "pajama party pajama party" at the top of her lungs
>well dear sister there will be lots of party but i can't make any promises about pajamas
>or any type of clothing for that matter
>we do end up in our pajamas, snuggled up all close and comfy on the couch
>her arms are wrapped around my lower waist, squeezing tightly every time she laughs at something in the movie
>her breath smells great because i made sure she brushed her teeth for the night
>the opportune moment has arrived
>reach down and peel her right arm from my belly
>gently grab her right hand in my own and guide it down the front of my panties
>she makes an unhappy noise and starts to pull away
>i loosen my fingers a bit but keep her hand firmly in place
>"don't worry sis, this will be fun"
>for me
>"but that's where your pee is!"
>clever girl
>"i cleaned really well, there's no pee down there anymore"
>she stops tugging
>"let me do this, it'll be fun"
>her hands goes limp
>i bring it down to the party zone and push her fingers inside
>"yuck! it feels sticky and weird!"
>dammit woman not now
>"just watch the movie, okay? this will only take a few minutes"
>she frowns and turns her head back to the television
>i'm in seventh heaven by the one minute mark
>can barely hear with the blood pounding in my ears

>but i do hear my sister sniffle




>Come home to find Elsa has a few friends over
>Pull her aside for a second and tell her about the beating she is going to get for inviting them without your permission
>She goes through the rest of the night trying to act casual, but is squirming on the inside
>"Elsa, I bet you and anon have such a sweet life together"
>"Y-you too"
>Every time her friends are about to leave, she tries to get them to stay longer
>Knows her little tricks are only going to make the beating worse, but she wants to put it off as long as possible anyways

>"It's getting pretty late, I don't want to keep you girls from your husbands!" you tell them
>Finally they leave
>Elsa is already crying
>"Anon, I'm… I'm sorry-"
>"Oh, did you think Cuntzie would help you undermine my authority this time?"
>"No… no, I promise, I wasn't trying to-"
>She's backed into your bedroom now
>You grab her wrists and push her against the sheets
>She twists her head sideways, trying to move her face as far away from yours as possible
>The fact that she is so disgusted by you only makes you want to hurt her even more

>you loosed up your grip a bit, letting some relief flow back into her
>”You see, you always say that, and yet everywhere I look, you’re trying to thwart me. I feel like you don’t have your heart in this marriage.”
>Elsa turns glassy eyes back towards you
>”Anon… I just wanted to relax a little bit and talk to my friends. They-they’re innocent… please, if you want to hurt me, leave them out of things.”
>You give a nice genuine laugh at her naivety
>”Elsa, Cuntzie doesn’t care about you. There’s only one reason she even tolerates you… so she can hang around this house and not have Eugene suspect anything.”
>It doesn’t make sense after all the abuse, but for some reason this truly hurts your wife
>She kind of goes limp, laying back on the bed and trying not to cry
>”Don’t be so sentimental,” you tell her. “Maybe if you could satisfy me, I wouldn’t need tail from Punz."
>”You’re sic-AGHHH”
>Elsa is caught in the middle of her insult by you twisting her arm backwards, nearly breaking it
>Funny how easily she forgets her place
>The insults will only make the punishment worse
>”I love you Elsa. This is going to hurt me more than it’s going to hurt you.”
>By now she is crying hard, but silently, choking on each sob
>You grab her by the hair, pulling it tight
>Beat her as hard as you can on the top of her head, where it won’t show
>Wouldn’t want her friends to find out what you do to her. Having to bury even more bodies in the garden would be problematic, considering how tough it was just to inter Elsa’s last miscarriage

>You grab her breasts and crush them as hard as you can, feeling her soft flesh pull away from your touch naturally
>Flip her over and wrench her trembling legs apart
>”Do you love me, Elsa?”
>”I… I love you,” she admits, broken, letting her thighs go numb.




>Trying to raise your baby sister, who happens to be asstarded
>Usually a pretty shitty job
>Today, Idunn and Agdar are going boating, and want you to take care of Tardo while they're gone
>B-but mommm…
>Grudgingly accept the job
>Make your way up to Tardsley's room
>It has a special one-way safety door so she can't leave her room unsupervised and hurt herself
>You always get spaghetti before walking in, because god knows what stupid antics she could be up to
>Like that one time you walked in and she was legitimately trying to eat her own diaper

>Open up and see her sitting in the corner, flipping through a picture book
>Sir Tardsalot naturally has it upside-down
>"Hey Anna! I'm here to take care of you for the day. Mom and dad are out."
>Obviously she doesn't understand, but whatever.
>"BOK"
>"Yeah, yeah, that's a 'book' you're holding! Good job!"
>Voice laced with false admiration
>"READ BOK"
>"You… you want me to read you the book?"
>You walk over and sit down next to her, taking the book from her hands
>Try to turn it back to the beginning, which is a bit gross considering it's covered in saliva
>Start to read, "There once was a princess who…"

>Tardthur walks away and starts messing around with the gramophone
>"MIZC"
>Okay, I guess she doesn't want to read
>You place the stylus on a record and turn it on
>Some stupid ballroom dance piece
>Tardtholomew starts doing a 'dance'
>She's spinning around in circles, shaking her arms up and down, giving you the biggest shit-eating grin you have ever seen
>"WOOOOOOOO"
>You sit down with legs crossed as the pretends to dance with a fictional partner, doing a little tard-waltz
>The Rite of Tard
>La SylphIQ
>The Chromosomecracker


>tfw you want to molest her




>ywn watch Elsa stumble out of the bathroom, vomit stains on her shirt, eyes rimmed with red
>ywn notice how sickly thin she's been lately
>ywn say "You're still a fat fucking pig"
>ywn see her struggle to hold back more tears

>ywn destroy her self confidence
>ywn make her come crying to you, and act like an animal in bed to try to validate herself
>ywn run your fingers over the scars on her thigh

>ywn find her newest cuts
>ywn press your fingers into them
>hard
>ywn hear her howl in pain
>ywn feel her collapse into your arms weeping, screaming about how ugly and disgusting she is and how much she wishes she was dead