Cinderella (Futanari Erotica Fairy Tales)

by Julie Law

  Cinderella

  (Futanari Erotica Fairy Tales)

  By

  Julie Law

  Copyright ©2014

  All Rights Reserved

  Cinderella

  Cinderella believed she had a very happy childhood.

  She remembered her mother’s laugh as they ran through their mansion’s gardens, playing; she remembered her father’s lips twitch as he saw the two of them together, smiling at the women he loved most in the world.

  Cinderella could recall a hundred memories of laughter, happiness and joy.

  There were also some dark memories that would never leave her.

  She would never forget the day her mother died.

  Her father had looked devastated barely holding himself upright, his eyes red from tears.

  Cinderella had been seven years old.

  More than two hundred persons came to the funeral, most of them sporting a dark semblance, having come to say goodbye to one of the gentlest and more charitable persons of their small community.

  Cinderella’s family was one of the richest of the region, her father a very wealthy merchant. Many people had knocked at their door begging for help, food, or simply a blanket.

  Cinderella’s mother had never refused anyone and provided them with whatever she could.

  The people would smile at her, singing her praises and never forget her charity. A great deal of the guests were persons who Cinderella’s mother helped, the others people that had come to say goodbye to the brightest soul they had ever met.

  The years after her mother’s death weren’t easy.

  Cinderella spent a lot of time alone, as her father grieved and took care of his business, often travelling away from home.

  One of the few occasions where they mourned together was when she asked him for the first twig he found on his way out of the house. He brought her a hazel tree twig and, together, the two of them planted it besides her mother’s grave.

  Slowly, the years went on and their hearts mended.

  A more contained happiness returned to their home, their lives progressed and Cinderella slowly grew into a beautiful blonde girl.

  She was eighteen when she realized her father was courting another woman.

  At first she was surprised, her father had never truly forgotten her mother, and she had never considered the fact he might want to marry once again.

  But then, after seeing how happy he became in the few short months of his new relationship, she understood he needed something more in his life and she did what she could to show she was happy for him.

  Her father married a few months later.

  For a while everything was perfect. Cinderella felt she had a family now, never being completely alone when her father travelled. She had her stepmother and her older stepsisters.

  That happiness didn’t last long.

  Cinderella’s relationship with her stepmother deteriorated without the girl understanding why it happened.

  At first they got along perfectly well. There was some awkwardness and strangeness, but nothing a few weeks of coexistence wouldn’t solve.

  Then things changed.

  Cinderella caught her father and stepmother discussing several times, almost fighting, and the older woman started looking askance at her. Once, Cinderella even heard the woman calling her unnatural under her breath.

  Cinderella was hurt and confused.

  She had done nothing wrong to the woman, behaved as she always did and yet, for some reason, her stepmother started being cold to her, ignoring her most of the time, being outright mean in some occasions.

  Her father would only smile sadly when Cinderella asked about it, saying that her stepmother didn’t hate her, trying to convince his daughter of a truth he knew was not real.

  Cinderella saw through his attempts, but chose to make it as if she believed him, and sooner or later would she question him again, hoping he would tell her the true reason of her stepmother’s dislike.

  Cinderella’s stepsisters followed their mother’s lead, but while similar in appearance they were completely different in temperaments.

  Elsa was adopted, daughter of one of Cinderella’s stepmother’s dead friends. She would ignore the younger girl, behaving as if the she didn’t exist, rarely speaking to her and going out of her way to not cross Cinderella’s path.

  Elena, believing Cinderella had done something to make her mother cross, made her best to make Cinderella’s life a leaving hell. She would prank the younger girl, steal her clothes and sometimes lead wild animals into Cinderella’s room.

  Cinderella complained to her father, but it didn’t change anything.

  He talked to Elena, but the wildest of Cinderella’s stepsisters was stubborn and would sooner or later return to her harassment.

  Slowly, Cinderella saw herself becoming a pariah in her own house.

  While her father was away, her stepmother was in control of the household.

  The woman tried to curtail Cinderella’s interactions with the outside world, making her spend most of the day in her bedroom when there were guests, and forbidding her daughters from speaking to Cinderella.

  Slowly, despair took hold of Cinderella.

  Only when her father started speaking about arranging some suitors for her stepsisters did Cinderella see her salvation.

  If Elsa and Elena married, they would leave and Cinderella might get some of her freedom back.

  The days would be easier to bear if her stepmother was her only family remaining inside the house.

  Or maybe, in a few months, she would be the one to be wedded. Then Cinderella would have a house of her own, with a husband and a child, and she wouldn’t have to deal with her stepfamily anymore.

  Hesitantly, one day during dinner, Cinderella questioned her father about a suitor for herself.

  He reddened and started breathing hard, looking as if he had choked on his food. Cinderella’s stepmother glared at her, and the girl deflated, resigning herself to talk about the matter later.

  Elena, who was incredibly observant of the world around her, and capable of reading Cinderella like a book, knew the girl wasn’t happy about her father’s lack of response and mercilessly teased her younger stepsister.

  Cinderella endured Elena’s barbed tongue with decorum, knowing if everything went according to plan she wouldn’t have to deal with the girl for long.

  But the worst happened.

  Cinderella’s father returned home from a trip, in the middle of a night of winter, with a cough and by the next morning he was running a fever. Cinderella and her stepmother fussed around him, but he argued that he would be fine.

  He didn’t improve.

  Later that day they called for the local physician, who came to them and did all he could.

  Yet her father worsened.

  For weeks he lingered, barely breathing and sweating, until finally his body didn’t resist and he expired, leaving Cinderella alone in a house where she felt she had no one to love her.

  *******

  Life changed for the worst after Cinderella’s father died. Without him their business became ruined, without someone with the necessary skills to administer it.

  The people who owed them money disappeared, Cinderella’s father the only one who knew who they were and how much they owed. Creditors appeared from all around them, demanding their coin, friends and allies turned their backs on the ruined family.

  The older girls’ suitors refused to marry them; Cinderella’s family didn’t have the means to pay a dowry and the girls saw their future prospects become bleak.

  Cinderella’s stepmother did all she could to stop their family’s des
cent.

  She fired the household staff and sold everything of value in the house, but it only allowed them to pay for some of the smallest debts and find some time to pay for the biggest ones.

  The woman thought about selling the mansion, but then they wouldn’t have a place to live and it wouldn’t pay their debts in full.

  Cinderella saw herself forced into the role of the servant of the house.

  Cinderella’s stepsisters did little to contribute, their mother preferring to burden the younger girl and leave her daughters in peace.

  Now that there were no maids or butlers, Cinderella was the one that cleaned and cooked, chopped wood, and sewed.

  Her stepmother spent most of her time out in the village or the town, trying to find some way to arrange the money they needed to pay their debts and return to their former life.

  Elsa did help a little in the household by taking care of the mansion’s gardens. The girl had always been one to love nature; taking care of plants and flowers was a pleasure for her.

  Elena spent her days in her study, painting away her sorrows, and mostly making Cinderella’s work harder with the amount of paint she got on her clothes.

  Cinderella’s life became a living hell.

  She had no rest, no day off. Her mother had always told her to be a good girl and obey, but she couldn’t help but think of running away, of leaving her house and never come back.

  Her anger grew as she thought about how her stepmother made her do all the work, leaving her daughters mostly untouched by the misery that had befallen them.

  She couldn’t understand why her stepmother stopped Elsa from working. Like Cinderella, Elsa wasn’t the woman’s true daughter, being adopted, but it seemed Cinderella’s stepmother only wanted to punish Cinderella and was quite capable of loving someone who wasn’t her daughter.

  Cinderella became depressed, listless, without knowing what to do.

  She couldn’t help but think on her life, wanting to lose herself on her thoughts and dreams.

  She wished she could return to what was before, but she knew it was impossible.

  Cinderella’s sadness grew to the point she considered finishing her own life, but then it all changed.

  And it was because of Elena.

  *******

  Cinderella had to, very reluctantly, admit her stepsisters were beautiful.

  The looked almost like twins, with long brown curly hair, tanned skin and shapely curves. Their eyes were like almonds and their lips to die for.

  Cinderella considered herself pretty, with her straight blonde hair and her blue eyes, but she couldn’t help but think her stepsisters were more attractive than she was. She didn’t let the thought bother her very much.

  Yet her stepsisters weren’t only attractive, they were also intelligent and artsy.

  Their tastes were very different, almost as much as their temperaments.

  Elsa was shy, withdrawn and gentle.

  She loved to spend her days taking care of the house’s gardens making the most beautiful flowers bloom without effort. She also liked poetry, both to read and write, and music, being capable of playing several different instruments, from simple flutes to harps.

  Cinderella loved hearing Elsa play; the girl would unwind while her music flowed out of her, making her appear as if she was some outworldly being that came to the Earth to grace them with her presence.

  Then the music would end, and Elsa’s timidity would flare again and she would hide in her own skin.

  Elena was very different.

  She was wild, outgoing, playful, cruel, vengeful, easy to anger, adventurous, sensuous. There were many more words Cinderella could use to describe Elena, not all of them good.

  While Elsa would spread her love of art over a dozen subjects, Elena focused exclusively on painting.

  She could depict the most realistic of landscapes and imagine the most strange of architectures. She could dream of the most beautiful things, and then she would combine them all into a painting.

  Cinderella loved her Elena’s work, even if most of time she couldn’t abide the other girl. There was something so primal, so unguarded about Elena’s art that Cinderella couldn’t help but being touched by it.

  The events that happened when Elena caught Cinderella admiring one of her paintings were what started to change Cinderella’s life for good.

  The younger girl had never told Elena she loved her paintings, she felt Elena was arrogant enough and didn’t need the ego boost.

  So when Elena caught Cinderella, standing in the middle of her study looking intently at her work, she bristled, fearing the girl was there to vandalize her work. She screamed at Cinderella and accused her.

  Cinderella denied it, snapping back at the older girl, until they lost their patience, and Elena, in a fit of anger, pushed Cinderella.

  Cinderella’s eyes widened at her stepsister’s move and her hand held unto the other girl, dragging Elena down with her.

  They fell into a heap on the ground and struggled, both trying to get from under one another, until they hit a chair where several of Elena’s paint supplies were poised and both girls became drenched in paint.

  They disentangled themselves, both looking wide eyed at each other, until Elena started to laugh, both at Cinderella’s appearance and the thought that the other girl would have to clean the mess they did.

  She said so, eagerly to see Cinderella’s good girl mask slip for even a moment, but her stepsister’s reaction confused Elena.

  Cinderella’s nerves were so frayed that tears started seeping out of her eyes.

  Elena was stunned; she had never seen Cinderella cry before; the girl was tougher than she appeared. Cinderella had never cried at Elena’s antics, she would grit her teeth at her stepsister, but she wouldn’t react to any kind of provocation.

  Elena felt her heart twitch and for the first time she regretted her behavior.

  Slowly she inched forward and put her arms around her stepsister, holding her, until Cinderella lost her composure and sobbed into Elena’s frame.

  They held each other for a long time, Cinderella slowly calming down, their embrace becoming warm and comfortable.

  Elena pulled Cinderella’s head up, taking it from its resting place atop Elena’s breasts and dragged her stepsister out of the room, moving them towards the bathroom so that they could clean themselves.

  Elena heated the water and prepared their bath, Cinderella looking from the sidelines, before Elena undressed and unceremoniously entered the tub.

  Cinderella averted her eyes from her stepsister’s body, suddenly shy.

  She hadn’t bathed together with anyone in a long time, not since her mother died.

  Her father always made sure she bathed alone, unlike most girls who were attended by their maids. She hadn’t understood why he was so adamant in that, but she had always obeyed him.

  So she remained still, clothed besides the tub filled with her stepsister. She felt excited as she eyed Elena’s frame beneath the warm waters.

  Elena raised her eyebrow at Cinderella and asked her why she wasn’t stepping into the tub.

  Cinderella bit her lip and slowly started to undress.

  What was revealed when Cinderella dropped her last garment made Elena stop and stare, the young woman not believing what her eyes saw.

  Between Cinderella’s thighs rested a cock.

  Elena blinked and opened her mouth to speak, but closed it; Cinderella taking the chance to venture into the warm waters, settling her back against the tub and relaxing.

  Elena couldn’t believe Cinderella’s nonchalant behavior as the younger girl revealed something that shattered her world. She started getting angry and questioned Cinderella about what she had seen.

  Cinderella was confused, not understating what her stepsister was talking about.

  Elena saw her confusion and was taken aback.

  Cinderella didn’t know. She didn’t understand she was different.

  Slowl
y, Elena moved forward, suddenly feeling bold.

  Elena’s body rose from the water as she moved, her breasts bared to Cinderella’s sight.

  The younger girl’s eyes wandered down her stepsister’s frame, taking in the mounds on Elena’s chest and the toned stomach resting beneath.

  Cinderella realized then that they looked different, and she couldn’t help but shift her legs as Elena came closer.

  Elena knew Cinderella wasn’t a man.

  Her stepsister had a woman’s body, a woman’s breasts and figure. She reached out and moved her hand between Cinderella’s thighs, making the girl jump startled, and closing her hand around Cinderella’s cock.

  It was warm, warmer than the water they were both in.

  And it was getting harder.

  They looked awkwardly at one another, Cinderella feeling something she had never felt before, her cock swelling to an impressive size.

  Elena moved her hand, releasing Cinderella’s member and exploring the flesh beneath, finding Cinderella’s opening and confirming her suspicions.

  Elena didn’t read as much as Elsa did, but she also enjoyed books, especially those she hid from her mother; books about more carnal activities and affairs, depicting acts between women and men, or even, sometimes, between members of the same sex.

  One of her favorite books was one about someone who had both sexes.

  She hadn’t believed it was possible, she thought it was only fiction, but now she could see it was real, and it was Cinderella – good little bland Cinderella – that was a hermaphrodite.

  Elena didn’t know what to think about her stepsister anymore.

  She looked at the younger girl’s face and saw the flush in in Cinderella’s cheeks and, feeling playful, Elena explored her folds, sliding one fingertip inside Cinderella’s slit, making the girl gasp out loud in both pain and pleasure.

  The sound excited Elena and she gripped Cinderella’s cock with her other hand.

  Slowly, she started stroking it, moving her hands up and down, pumping the flesh. She had never done something like that before, but she had read enough about it she had no doubts about what she was doing.

  Cinderella’s gasps and moans were a good indicator that she was doing the right motions.