FILL - Vantage Point (3)salmon_pinkFebruary 28 2014, 21:16:44 UTC
And beyond the door, their mother’s hand tangles in Cinderella’s hair, pulls until her neck is arched back, vulnerable and trapped. The other hand dropping beneath Cinderella’s thighs, and their stepsister’s anguished and needy wail carries clearly through the door.
They can see their mother’s mouth moving, although the words are too low to hear. But Cinderella’s cries are not, hips bucking desperately, their mother’s fingers buried inside of her, working her open, working her closer to falling apart.
Anastasia and Drizella watch, rutting against their own hands, as their mother drags Cinderella to orgasm, pulls that pleasure from her like a strike to the face. So easy for her, after all these years, to reduce her stepdaughter to wrecked whimpers, knees giving way beneath her until she is collapsed at Lady Tremaine’s feet, flushed and trembling, chest heaving beneath her clothes.
And then there is the still moment where everything stops, that heartstopping moment of uncertainty and the intent throbbing between their legs, for they do not know what may come next. Their mother may lift her own skirts, may demand Cinderella’s mouth. She may feed Cinderella her fingers and order they be licked clean of Cinderella’s juices. She may choose to take Cinderella again, to see just how much pleasure she can wring from the girl before she is sobbing from the sensation of it.
Or she may arch an eyebrow at her shivering stepdaughter and then turn for the door. And Anastasia and Drizella will be left scrambling to hide, unfulfilled and aching for it, forcing legs that can barely stand to hurry them away before their mother sweeps from the room like a tempest.
But today their mother speaks, and Cinderella nods, small and slow, and raises shaking hands so she can begin to undress. Today it appears that they have time, and an opportunity to stare at their stepsister’s body, if only in the snatched seconds of sight as they fight over the keyhole.
Today they have time but they both still hurry, rubbing fast and inelegant at themselves, as the one that they both desire, the one they both can never have, is bared before them. Her back to the door, and there will always be a door between them, for Cinderella is their mother’s property and the keyhole remains all that they have.
Re: FILL - Vantage Point (3)radondoranMarch 1 2014, 02:39:17 UTC
Oh man, this is really well done. I love the narrative voice, the sense of understanding between the two sisters on their mother's secrets and their shared forbidden pleasure.
They can see their mother’s mouth moving, although the words are too low to hear. But Cinderella’s cries are not, hips bucking desperately, their mother’s fingers buried inside of her, working her open, working her closer to falling apart.
Anastasia and Drizella watch, rutting against their own hands, as their mother drags Cinderella to orgasm, pulls that pleasure from her like a strike to the face. So easy for her, after all these years, to reduce her stepdaughter to wrecked whimpers, knees giving way beneath her until she is collapsed at Lady Tremaine’s feet, flushed and trembling, chest heaving beneath her clothes.
And then there is the still moment where everything stops, that heartstopping moment of uncertainty and the intent throbbing between their legs, for they do not know what may come next. Their mother may lift her own skirts, may demand Cinderella’s mouth. She may feed Cinderella her fingers and order they be licked clean of Cinderella’s juices. She may choose to take Cinderella again, to see just how much pleasure she can wring from the girl before she is sobbing from the sensation of it.
Or she may arch an eyebrow at her shivering stepdaughter and then turn for the door. And Anastasia and Drizella will be left scrambling to hide, unfulfilled and aching for it, forcing legs that can barely stand to hurry them away before their mother sweeps from the room like a tempest.
But today their mother speaks, and Cinderella nods, small and slow, and raises shaking hands so she can begin to undress. Today it appears that they have time, and an opportunity to stare at their stepsister’s body, if only in the snatched seconds of sight as they fight over the keyhole.
Today they have time but they both still hurry, rubbing fast and inelegant at themselves, as the one that they both desire, the one they both can never have, is bared before them. Her back to the door, and there will always be a door between them, for Cinderella is their mother’s property and the keyhole remains all that they have.
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