Hello there! StormForce 1729 here. First attempt at a story (outside of school magazines, that is).

All right. What I'm attempting in this story is pretty disgusting, but only until you realize that disgust is a man-made feeling, and it depends from person to person, and throughout the ages. Frankly speaking, societal norms are something some idiots came up with because they had nothing better to do. And I don't care what society thinks. When society says that you shouldn't do any heavy work just because you're a girl, you know it's shit. Society is uncaring of the hard work you do to to rise past gender status alone. So to hell with their standards. I've taken out guys fifty pounds heavier than me, despite society suggesting it to be impossible.

Okay, lost my cool there for a bit. A WARNING, though, to all those who cannot stand the thought of incest, you have no business being here. Just stop right now, because I don't want to hear any of you saying 'That's disgusting' in the comments. Also, this is not for people who have problems with age gaps.

DISCLAIMER:- I own nothing, et cetera.

1

The Strongest Aunt in the World

By most definitions of the word, Kris thought of himself as a pretty normal kid.

If you excluded the fact that he was a prince, that is.

Kris was the eleven year-old son of princess Anna of Arendelle. His father had unfortunately died in an ice harvesting incident two months before his birth, and was as such named after him. His mother had never remarried, leaving him an only child.

His aunt Elsa, on the other hand, was a different matter entirely. There was a reason why he considered himself to be normal by most definitions of the word, and not all of them. Elsa was most certainly the reason for an incredible amount of abnormalcy in his life.

His aunt Elsa had never married. Most were too scared to even think of being engaged to her. The suitors that were actually good men (and in one case, woman) she turned into good friends and allies. The ones that looked down upon her because of her gender and sought to control her were swiftly dealt with by Elsa herself, and none of them escaped her wrath unscathed. Kris had seen one of this kind of suitor (victim) both before and after he met Elsa. He had actually refused to believe that they were the same person. Elsa had successfully turned an arrogant prick into an honest, hardworking member of society.

Elsa's political prowess was nigh-unmatched, and she was at the head of some of the strongest alliances in the world. She had placed Arendelle in a very secure position in terms of global trade. She had representatives in nearly every major kingdom.

But the reason why she was the strongest of them all was because she had been born with the powers of winter: Ice, snow, arctic winds, and all of the elements of winter were hers to command. And not just on a local scale. Making aunt Elsa mad didn't mean that a few houses would be destroyed, oh no. Her power was so great that she could bury entire kingdoms under a thousand feet of snow in an instant, with a mere snap of her fingers, and if she was extremely mad, not even that.

Having the strongest person in the world as an aunt did have its disadvantages, though. Friends were hard to come by, especially when she was their queen. And once eye contact was made with her, there was no hope of friendship left. Her cool gaze would either absolutely terrify others his age, or make them see her as a goddess. Either way, while he did have a specific set of children he talked to, they kept their distance out of fear or reverence. It was nice talking to them, but they couldn't be considered as real friends.

Having a talking snowman as his best (and only) friend indicated the state of his social life.

The rest of the abnormalcy was from the sparse kidnapping attempts. There was always one group or another which sought control over his aunt, and thus, wanted a hostage as leverage against her. Some of the earlier groups had tried to target his mother years ago, but they had stopped once she broke all the ribs of an armed assassin once, with her bare hands. His mother may not have had any supernatural powers, but she was most certainly a force to be reckoned with. But he had to say, the kidnappers trying to get him had it worse, since they faced the wrath of both his mother and his aunt. Sometimes, he felt sorry for those poor souls. Because he was the one of two things that could truly set off his mother and his aunt. Especially that one time when a kidnapper had put a knife to his throat. His mother had punched the guy so hard that he never recovered (and still hadn't), while his aunt had destroyed an entire mountain in her rage, effectively annihilating the rest of the group. There were almost no kidnapping attempts nowadays, but like his aunt said, you could never be too careful.

At the moment, Kris was pondering over a few books and self-drawn maps. He was very mature for his age (A trait which Elsa had also shown) and had already decided that there was no use in doing most things all princes were expected to go through. Why bother, when you had the next best thing to an actual God as an aunt?

His mother and aunt had, of course, forced him to at least do the basics. Elsa was not, after all, a goddess. She was still mortal, and there were ways to beat her despite the nearly-infinite amount of power she possessed. Thus, he had been forced to learn the basic combat skills and had been forced to undertake a fitness regimen.

What really interested the prince was strategy. In terms of intellect, he was already on par with his mother, and his strategizing skills were so great that Elsa actually took his plans and ideas seriously, sometimes even applying them after making a few changes of her own. He had never made a perfect strategy yet, but that was to be expected. Elsa was perfect. When she was his age, she had composed entire novels, some of which were now insanely popular. At the age of thirteen, she had written out two hundred pages of reforms which had changed the lived of hundreds of thousands for the better. As a fifteen year-old, she had come up with farming techniques that had boosted the Arendellian economy by about 200% (236.87%, to be exact). Within months of becoming queen, crime in Arendelle had fallen to zero.

It was useless to try and surpass someone who was possibly the greatest person in all of history. The best he could do was try to support her. And he would do his best to support her, no matter what, because he admired her. She was at the pinnacle of everything in his life, and his pride would not allow him to sit back and do nothing, especially if it was within the realm of possibility. He would give it his all in order to stand next to his aunt.

There was no logical reason why he wanted to go to such lengths. The only reason he could come up with was because he loved her. More than anyone else.

"Good work, Kris," Elsa said, wrapping her arms around him from behind, scaring him half to death. "But wouldn't it be safer to construct it in a more level area, say, here?" Elsa pointed to a different spot on the map.

"Oh, um, right." Kris said, blushing heavily as Elsa pressed up against him and rested her chin on his shoulder. He could feel her perpetually cool cheek against his own, and her modest bosom pressing into his back. He quickly erased his original markings, and clearing his mind of all emotion, focused on the map.

His mother and aunt had come up with a new sport they called 'skiing', which involved travelling down a snowy slope at high speeds with the aid of two long, thin pieces of metal attached to the feet. The building in question was where people could rest after the downhill rush, and where they could equip and unequip the equipment. Indeed, building it farther away from the mountains, where the land was flat, would make it easier to access, while also reducing the chances of collision.

He was so engrossed in his planning that he didn't even notice anything else for the better part of three hours. When he did, he immediately noticed the absence of his aunt, and was hit with a massive wave of disappointment. Being around his aunt made him feel…. Warm, ironically. Warm, comfortable, and safe. Her presence alone would cause his heart to speed up, and it would feel as if the whole world was moving in slow motion. And when she smiled, his heart would jump, and his stomach would do flip-flops.

What hurt the most was that he knew exactly what these symptoms meant. His aunt had herself mentioned these exact symptoms in some of her novels.

He was in love.

This wasn't the 'I love my family' kind of love. This was the 'I want to live the rest of my life with you' kind of love. The kind of love which his parents had shared. He had read books which he was not supposed to read, books which had made him blush so hard that he nearly fainted. Books which filled his head with insanely distracting (but not unwelcome) images of his aunt, and sometimes, even his mother. And sometimes both, which would lead to sleepless nights.

His mother and aunt had told him several times not to hide his emotions from them. His aunt far more than his mother, due to her own traumatic past involving her powers. He listened to them most of the time, except in this case. These were emotions which he was too afraid to deal with. Sexual attraction towards the two parental figures in his life, especially his own aunt was something he simply could not deal with. He had argued with himself several times: She was almost twenty-two years older than him, she was the sister of his mother, that someone so perfect could only deserve the most perfect lover.

To counter every single one of his arguments, his brain showed more and more instances of her flawlessness, her intelligence, and her kindness. Sometimes, it countered by generating increasingly risqué images of his mother and aunt to the point where he couldn't look either of them in the eye for days.

These were emotions he was unwilling to share with anyone, even Olaf, for he knew that Elsa heard all that her creations did. He was simply afraid of what their reactions would be. If they outright rejected him, it would destroy him, and he was afraid of that. He couldn't stand the thought of living emotionally estranged from his aunt. He thought it better to keep his love to himself, rather than risking her disapproval.

It made him quite ashamed of himself when he realized that he thought of Elsa's love to be less powerful than her disapproval. He was more afraid of losing what he already had, than of never receiving the love from Elsa he wanted.

It also made sense not to be greedy, right? His aunt already loved him more than anyone else, except perhaps his mother. Wasn't this more than enough? Asking for more love from a goddess when you were at least the second most loved person by her was the definition of greed, and greed was also a part of human nature. Sure, greed could drive people to unknown heights, but it was also one of the seven deadly sins. It would cost him everything.

"-s? Kris? Kri~s, are you asleep?" His mother said, mere inches away from his face. His heart immediately skipped a beat, and then another when he saw that she was dressed in naught but a towel, inadvertently giving him an excellent top view of her breasts. His face flushed and he quickly redirected his vision to her face.

"Time for your bath, Kris." Anna said, standing up straight.

"Ah, okay." He responded. He began to tidy up his desk, carefully putting away his sketches and maps.

"Oh, honestly Kris, the mess you make." Anna said, bending over to pick up a few books which lay in the floor near the bookshelf. His eyes widened as her towel hiked up more and more, until it barely came down past her butt. Even a little more and….

But Anna had bent over enough to pick up a book from the floor. Kris snapped back into reality and mentally smacked himself, and forced himself not to look at his mother's butt as he walked out of his room. He miiight have caught the tiniest of glimpses of the forbidden fruit as he walked past her, but in all honesty, it was not his fault. If he had wanted to, he could have easily seen everything. The glimpse was accidental because he had to open his eyes to find his way to the door.

He sank into the bathwater with a sigh. So far, he had failed to rid his mind of very provocative images of his mother. His mother wearing her bathing suit. His mother in just a towel, winking at him suggestively. His mother in bed, wearing nothing, beckoning him….

He violently shook his head. Theses were incredibly dangerous thoughts, thoughts which had a physical effect on his body, which was not something he wanted to display now that someone else had entered the bathroom as well.

… Wait a minute.

At first, Kris was horror-struck that his mother had walked in because she had forgotten something, and he had just invested most of his mental discipline to rid his mind of thoughts regarding her. If she walked in now, it would drive him insane.

"Please not mom! Please not mom!" He thought over and over again, hoping that the mantra would actually work. The curtains shifted, and Kris wished that he had phrased his mantra a little differently. Heck, even his mother, completely in the nude, would have been preferable. Those thoughts were manageable.

Seeing his incredibly sexy, naked aunt was not something he would ever be able to forget. His fantasies failed miserably at justifying the perfection that was Elsa.

"Oh my God, why her?! Of all the 142 people in this castle, why her?!"

"I hope you don't mind, Kris, but I got a little distracted and forgot to take my bath, and Anna wants us both down for dinner in half an hour."

Kris could only nod his head, blushing furiously as his aunt lowered her nude form into the water. And he could not stop himself from staring. By the standards of society, Elsa's body left plenty to desire. Rather than the ideal hourglass figure, Elsa's was more rectangular, with more muscle than anyone would guess. He buttocks weren't large, and her breasts protruded only two inches from her chest. But when anyone laid eyes upon it, they would deem it perfect. Her body was perfectly balanced, and Kris had just gotten an eyeful of his aunt's forbidden fruit and breasts.

Mere moments before Elsa could notice him, he turned his head and tried not to freak out. It felt as though his body would never come down from the arousal he was currently experiencing. He took deep breaths, desperately trying to calm himself down. His aunt was in the same tub as him, and now that she had settled down, almost nothing would escape her attention.

His breath hitched when he felt two long, slender arms wrap around him and pull him backwards. He felt two soft lumps behind his head and immediately realized what they were.

"God! What in the world are you doing?! This can't be coincidence! An incident once a month is okay, but today, I've felt Aunty Elsa press against me earlier, nearly saw my mom naked and bent over, actually saw Aunty Elsa naked, and now this! I can literally feel her bare breasts, and ooooohhhh no, my hands are on her thighs. And I am sitting on the inside of her thighs, and I can feel her behind me….. Why, oh why did I have to grow up?"

Kris' mental laments were cut off when Elsa lightly nipped his ear. Kris jumped with a yelp, but remained submerged. Standing in his current….. condition, was not advisable. He looked at Elsa, and on closer observation saw a tinge of red in her cheeks. And she never had a tinge of red in her cheeks.

"Aunty Elsa, are you….. drunk?" Kris asked hesitantly.

"Juuust a little." Elsa said, pulling Kris face-first into her breasts. His heart stopped and he moved his hips as far back as he possibly could, preventing what would have surely been a disaster. "You know how the Count and Countess of Transylvania are. So, for your birthday, they decided to send you a bottle of their finest wine. But since you are definitely waaay to young to drink, I thought I'd have a little. And it's a good thing you didn't have any, because that is some strong stuff."

Kris' embarrassment was quickly replaced by confusion. "Wait, aren't you immune to even the strongest of poisons? How can you possibly get drunk?"

"Ehee, smart boy!" Elsa said, drawing Kris in ever closer. Her left breast was actually pressed into his right cheek, and he had to plant his hands dangerously close to her butt to prevent the worst accident possible. "You see, I can get drunk if I want to. It helps me relax." She continued. "Don't tell your mother."

He tried to escape, or at least turn sideways, but there was no escape from Elsa. But he did receive a partial victory by being flipped over. Elsa pulled him into her lap, and he could feel her thighs under his butt and her breasts pressing into his back. Kris' blush softened as he looked towards his stomach, where his soft, small hands were intertwined with Elsa's large, hardened ones.

He was snapped out of his stupor when Elsa moved under him. "Come on, Kris. Your mother wants us downstairs in ten minutes. Time to wash off." Elsa said, pulling him to his feet, and standing up herself. Kris was more than pleased to note that somehow, miraculously, his arousal had diminished to nearly nothing. He stepped out of the tub, and stood still as Elsa poured warm water over him to wash off the bathing salts, before pouring some over herself. Kris felt some of his arousal return as he saw the rivulets of water flow down his aunt's curves. He quickly wrapped a towel around himself before she could notice, and dashed off to his room.

He locked the door and took in gasps of air. He was only turning twelve tomorrow, for crying out loud! While most grown men would sell their souls to experience what he was experiencing, this was just too much for someone his age to handle, even if he had twice the maturity of most people thrice his age.

He quickly dressed in his dark-blue nightclothes and hurried to dinner. His mother was downright terrifying if he was ever late. Much to his surprise, he was the first to enter the dining room where the table already had been set. He sat in his usual chair, and waited. Soon enough, his mother came in wearing thick, scarlet robes. Winter was close, after all and it would start snowing any week now. His aunt, on the other hand, wore a thin, purple robe. Her hair had clearly been freeze-dried, and Kris couldn't stop provocative images of his aunt from appearing in his mind. He brutally squashed those thoughts. His nightdress could stretch, meaning that any physical reaction down below would be easily visible.

Anna sat next to Kris, and Elsa sat on the other side of Anna. "Time for grace." Anna said, closing her eyes. Elsa and Kris followed suit immediately, the former now completely sober.

Kris had never hated closing his eyes for grace more than he did now. Because the only thing that he saw when he closed his eyes was his mother and aunt, lying next to each other on the table, completely in the nude, with their hips on the table's edge, revealing themselves completely to him.

He mentally punched himself so hard that he was sent flying into the sun. He let his mouth and throat run through the motions of grace, while mentally, he proceeded to royally kick his own butt. His voice was a little monotonous, but it was a small price to pay if it kept those embarrassing, lewd, and utterly gorgeous images out of his mind.

Once grace ended, he quietly ate his dinner and excused himself. He rushed to his room as fast as possible, and extracted a few blank sheets of paper. Designing a new garden or park would help calm his nerves.

An hour later, Kris was tearing his hair out. He had wanted to design a park. Then why was it that he had ended up with a sketch of a very naked, very attractive Elsa, looking at him seductively? He groaned and banged his head on the table. This was getting out of hand. He had faced more incidents in this one day than in his entire life before this day. And to make it worse, he could tell that there was no love potion or magic involved. All the events of the day were perfectly logical. His mother did come into his room with just a towel sometimes. She did pick up stuff he left lying around. His aunt did hug him a lot. He shared baths with them several times. He fantasized about them several times.

Except that today, all of the above had happened in the span of a few hours. It was driving him insane. It was crushing his heart, knowing that the woman he desired most could be more than just his aunt with a simple talk, but could also utterly destroy him with that same talk.

He steeled himself. It didn't matter what happened. His aunt was right in the end: Bottling it up only made it worse. This had to end tonight.

For his sake.

It was an hour to midnight when Kris knocked at the door of Elsa's study. He knew that his mother was asleep, and that his aunt was pulling another late-nighter. Well, late-nighter by human standards. Elsa only needed about an hour of sleep a day. Elsa opened the door moments later, and smiled.

"Couldn't sleep?" She asked gently. Kris' heart hurt. How could he push his problems onto such an angelic woman such as this? Strongest person on earth or not, he still felt guilt.

"Well, yes. I mean, no. Ugh! Bit of both?" Kris said, pulling on his sandy-blonde hair. Elsa let him in and locked the door behind her.

"So, are you finally ready to talk about what's been bothering you all year?" She asked as she lifted Kris into a chair, and sat in the one right next to his. Kris chuckled.

"I can't hide anything from you, can I? I've been trying to hide it for so long, but you saw right through me. Before I realized it, even. I only understood ten months ago." He said, looking up into Elsa's icy-blue eyes. "You also knew that I was ready, didn't you? You wouldn't have risked mentioning it otherwise." Elsa nodded in acknowledgement.

"I….. I don't know how to say it. I mean…." Elsa put a hand on his shoulder, effectively calming him with a single touch.

"Take a deep breath, and start from the beginning. Once you get started, the rest will follow." Elsa murmured. She stared deep into Kris' eyes. Her eyes saw the abstract- Hope. It was small, but the power within it was unlike anything she had faced before. "Trust me." She said. Kris nodded, and began.

Elsa leaned back in her chair, thinking. Her nephew had told her one of the most heart-throbbing love stories she had ever heard. Except that this one was incomplete, and that it involved a three-way between herself, her sister and her son. She prided herself on being able to predict others' moves, but this was completely out of the blue, even for her. Now that she looked back on it, though, she could see the signs. The adorable blush on his cheeks whenever he saw them underdressed or whenever he came into contact with their private parts. That wistful longing that he looked at them with. The fact the she noticed a few marks in the Kama Sutra that she did not make. She did feel sympathy for him. This day had to have been torture for him.

"Please don't hate me, aunty Elsa." He said, trembling. "I-I understand completely if you don't want me to feel this way. Just say it and I'll…"

"That's quite enough of that." Elsa said sharply. Her voice cut through the air, and even the glass goblet on the desk. Kris shut up. For the first time in his life, he was absolutely terrified of his aunt. How could he not be, when she had just demonstrated that her voice was so, so metaphorically sharp, that it could literally cut through glass. The empty goblet had been cleanly cut in two.

"I will not allow my own nephew to talk that way. No matter what, I will never hate you. Never, so you'd better get rid of that ridiculous notion. You're the son of my sister, you're my own flesh and blood. I'd rather die loving you than live hating you. Make sure that you get that through your thick skull.

"Second, the way I feel about the way you feel should make no difference to you. I hope you realize that you feel the way you feel because it's the way you feel. The way you feel is the way you feel, and no one, not even your mother or me is allowed to change that.

"Third, stop jumping to conclusions. Don't think that I will say no before I say anything." Kris' eyes, wet with tears, met Elsa's.

"A-aunty Elsa? W-what are y-you….?"

"I'm saying…. That I'm willing to give it a shot. You and me. For one month, I'm all yours. It's late November anyway, so there's no meetings for which I have to leave the capital city."

"Aunty Elsa!" Kris cried out, hugging his aunt.

"Now, now, stop crying. You don't want crying to be the first thing you do on your birthday, do you?" Elsa asked humorously. Kris quickly wiped away his tears, and gave Elsa a smile brighter than the sun itself.

"Aunty Elsa…. Thank you."

Elsa lifted him off his chair and held his face close to hers. And without hesitation, she kissed him on the lips.

Kris felt as if he had been struck by lightning. This feeling was incomparable. He pressed his lips against his aunt's with all the force he could muster. His already overloaded brain nearly shut down when Elsa's tongue entered his mouth, exploring it all.

Just as soon as it had begun, it ended. Kris was left breathless, and even Elsa wore a cute blush.

"Happy birthday, Kris. Or should I say, happy birthday, my love?" Elsa purred. Indeed, Kris heard the clock chime, signalling midnight. Kris blushed furiously at Elsa's statement. "I have to admit though, you've got guts. There's not a single person on earth who would have dared tell me that they wanted to bed both me and my sister, especially if they were the son of said sister."

"Aunty Elsa!" Kris protested "Don't put it like that! It sounds so embarrassing!"

"But it's true isn't it? You want to have sex with Anna and me." Kris' face resembled a tomato at this point. "Nevertheless," Elsa continued "You have proven yourself to be enough of a man for this." Elsa pulled out a giant bottle from behind her table, which had to contain at least a gallon of fluid. A goblet of ice materialized out of thin air, and Elsa filled it up.

"Is that the Transylvanian wine?" Kris asked in shock.

"Yes, it is." Elsa replied cheerfully. "You mother will kill me though, if I let you drink this. Sooooo, come and get it." Elsa poured half the contents of her goblet into her mouth. This time, Kris initiated the kiss. Elsa allowed his tongue to enter her mouth and steal the liquid which she hadn't swallowed. Elsa tilted her head, deepening the kiss, allowing the liquid to flow back and forth freely. Eventually, both of them swallowed.

"Doesn't taste very good, but the burning feeling when I swallow it is amazing." Kris said, still lovestruck from the kiss.

"That's perfectly normal. Care for more?" Elsa asked, emptying the rest of her goblet. This time, Kris didn't hesitate and went all-out. Elsa had to admit, it made her feel nice all over, and it was sure it wasn't the wine that was doing this. She swallowed quite a bit, just to regulate the amount that Kris was drinking. Elsa was actually much, much heavier than she looked, which made her more tolerant to alcohol, excluding the effects of her magic. The Transylvanian wine was very strong as well, so two small gulps were all she was going to allow him for tonight.

Much to Elsa's surprise, she could feel her nephew's small hands exploring her chest, fondling her breasts through the thin velvet. She let her own hand drop to his waist and pulled him flush against her, allowing her to feel his erection without outright touching it. Still kissing, she got up, turned off the lights with one hand, and carried him to her room. She broke the kiss, and sat him down on the edge of the bed, where he took deep gasps as he hunched over, completely blown away by the experience. As such, he did not notice what Elsa was doing.

"Kris!" Elsa called out lightly. The now twelve year-old turned around and nearly had a heart attack. Elsa was lying on her bed, completely naked, and completely exposed to him. One of he enchanted snowflakes cast a little illumination on them, but it was enough.

"It's time for your birthday gift." Elsa said shyly. "Take off your clothes and take me."

Hope you enjoyed! This story is not going to be all love and sex, though. I meant it when the summary said that having an overpowered aunt with too many enemies is a problem. Expect Hans sooner or later.

Leave your thoughts in the comments! See you in a while!

-Storm.