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*The only characters I do not own are Lady Tremaine and Cinderella! Enjoy *

Part 2 : The Duponts

Cinderella woke up early today. She took a shower, got dressed, and went back sitting on the bed, careful not to wake up her lover. Lady Tremaine was so pretty when she was asleep like this, on her side. Her hair were still made from last night's party, she was so tired she hadn't cared to let them down. In fact, she rarely lets them down. She either wears a night bonnet or nothing but tries to keep her usual hair style as often as possible. She knows it suits her well.

"Cinderella, you're staring."

-Oh I thought you were sleeping. Yeah, I'm staring.

-Why?

-Because I love you, Stepmother.

-Right. You like calling me Stepmother, even now?

-Yes, sometimes, I really do. In fact I've always called you so. And since we got together, as a couple, I love calling you Stepmother even more. Especially in bed!"

-Yes I've noticed that.

-Do you want me to stop?

-To be honest, no. Keep doing it. It always turns me on.

Cinderella put her hand on Lady Tremaine's hip, and with a little push, had her turn to face her. "And right now, are you turned on? Stepmother?"

-My God, Ella, where did you find such a beautiful dress?

-My Fairy Godmother… I wanted something edgy that no woman could ever find anywhere.

-It's so… tight and short.

-I know right? She said it'll be very fashion in few centuries. You like it?

-I sure do feel privileged to see you in that avant-gardist masterpiece! If you want to know if it won me over, yes.

-I wanted to make you a surprise. And you don't know what else.

-What?

Cinderella put her dress up to show what she was wearing under. Lady Tremaine looked from Ella's waist to her feet, amazed. "For God's sake! She made you THAT too?"

-Well, she didn't. Said it was too um "provocative". So I went in her closet to find a book for customers with a magical stick and ordered what I wanted myself. Suspender; suspender belt; the stockings, and the black heels.

-Provocative?! Jesus Cinderella this is beyond daring.

-And?

-And I love it. You've grown so much from the little innocent girl to this hot young woman who knows how to please her mistress.

Lady Tremaine showed an almost devilish grin, then held Cinderella by her waist and pulled her closer to her till she sat on her knees and astride Tremaine's legs.

Cinderella's lips parted, an inch from the older woman's lips, and she let escape a soft moan after the unexpected move. Tremaine had the girl wet already. She had that power on Cinderella, who looked into her stepmother's green sparkling eyes, contemplating her smile, thinking she always looked so smart and sexy. They could feel each other's breathing against their cheeks. Lady Tremaine kissed her. And while she did, she stroke Ella's sides up and down her ribs. The girl almost whimpered now against her neck, catching her breath from the long and tender kiss, her chin resting on her lover's left shoulder, while she now felt Lady Tremaine's right hand flip in her panties to find wet flesh. Cinderella moaned louder, "Aw Aah!" clinging to her arms and back.

"Oh, Cinderella. Hm hm. You want it so bad. You need it."

She teased her, rubbing softly her tiny clit with her thumb, and her labia with her index. She soon felt Cinderella's hips bucking around her hand. The girl felt the older woman's nails trailing down her back at the same time.

"ah, ah, ple-eeasee, ah" she tried to whisper. But Lady Tremaine decided she wanted more begging. "Say it, Ella, say you need me. Say you're mine."

-ah, ah, I want you more thann-aaannything. Stepmother I'm all-yours, I need you in me, ah take me aww please take me. It's burning inside me I want you so much it hurts.

Cinderella was driving insane. she kissed her lady's shoulder, almost biting in her skin. "Alright my love, I'm right here, I'm gonna make it better Ella, let me ease you" she whispered in her ear, and smiled.

Tremaine slid two fingers at once inside her, while carefully but strongly pressing on her clit, and then brought her left hand all the way up cinderella's body inside her dress, to quickly cup the girl's right breast, feeling a hard nipple through the lingerie. She kissed and licked her neck, her ear. Every moan and cry that escaped Cinderella excited her. She started moaning herself. And Cinderella's orgasm started taking over her. "Ah, I—ah—love—you ah ah I'm comm-ming now aaww God".

-Yes baby, yes my angel it's alright, it's alright. Feel me. That's right.

-Oh God. Ahhhh please.

When it was enough she begged her to stop. Lady Tremaine went on for few seconds, then brought her hand up to Cinderella's other breast, now cupping both, while the girl gently pushed her down on the bed. Tremaine was now lying on her back. She licked her lips, while Cinderella took off her bra, put her Stepmother's hands back on her breasts, making her mold them gently. She then started unbuttoning the older woman's dress and took it off as well. She kissed her mouth, then her chin, licked and kissed here and there on her chest, down to her sides, and stilled her thighs with her hands, burying her face between them. As soon as she felt the girl's sharp tongue inside her, Tremaine let escape a cry. Cinderella played with her clit with two of her fingers while pushing her tongue further in Lady Tremaine, who started bucking her hips back and forth. "Ah ah ah yes yes oh yes there God yes! Ahh".

-Say my name Stepmother.

-ah-I-can't-hold-

-Say it.

Cinderella bit in the flesh. "Aahhh ah ah Cinnn-deerrr-elll-aaa… Pleeasee". And that's what it took to push her over the edge. "awwwww Gooooood Cinderella. That was one of the best orgasms I have ever had." Cinderella went to rest next to her, while she was staring at the ceiling, catching her breath. "I'm glad. I want to always give you what you need. I love you, Stepmother."

-Love you too, my darling.

They didn't make it to the breakfast. They slept 2 hours in each other's arms, and woke up at lunch time. After dinner, Cinderella kissed Lady Tremaine and said she had to go to the market to buy few things to make for supper. But this was a pretext to buy something great for her lover, because in one week, they'd be celebrating their first year as a couple birthday.

In town, Cinderella spotted a new boutique, one that was never there before. "Les Bijoux Dupont. Must be a new European salesman or woman who just opened a shop, and tries to get some money out of it," she thought, and went in. "Good afternoon, young lady", said an old skinny woman with her brown hair in a bun. "Good afternoon. Since when did you open here?"

-My husband, Mr. Dupont, my son and I, came to the country from France, five months ago. We opened last week. We used to have a jewelry shop in Paris. But since the city has many renowned companies everywhere that produce just what we do, we couldn't sell too much, and therefore went bankrupt.

-Oh I'm sorry to hear that.

-I guess it isn't much about the quality but about the name. But then my old aunt died and left us enough of money to open a shop here, in Fairydale. We just love the city!

-Well I'm sure the business will run better here, we lack of French boutiques in the country of Pumpkinland!

-Yeah, that's why we came here, full of hopes! Can I ask you your name?

-Cinderella. Cinderella Tremaine.

-Nice to meet you, Cinderella. I'm Marie-Louise. Oh would you like to meet my son? Henri? Henriii!

A tall and muscled man about 25, with light brown hair, came from behind a curtain. "Oui Maman?"

-I just met Cinderella Tremaine, a charming young lady.

-Lovely.

-Could you help her through the store, help her choose whatever she might want? I'm gonna go check on your father.

-Of course. Hi, Cindella.

-Actually it's, Cinde-rella. Nice to meet you. You speak English as well as your mother?

-Yes. We speak English fluently because our housekeeper was from Britain and worked for our family since 1650. I was born in 1655, and she practically raised me as her own son. Old Harriet!

-You 25? I'm 20.

-20? You're just a child!

-Stop it I'm a grown up woman!

-Oh right. Ha ha. Just kidding.

-How's your father? Is he alright?

-My father is really sick from the traveling. He's been sitting in bed for months now.

-Oh I'm so sorry.

-Doctors say he just needs to rest till he completely recovers. Could be long, but at least he's alive. So, you looking for anything in particular?

-Hm, well I was wondering if you would have like a brooch. No wait! I'd like a locket! One to put a picture in it. Do you have that?

-Hm let me see… Oh right there. You can have it in blue, black or red.

-I'll take the red one.

-Alright. The color of love! How come your fiancé doesn't buy it for you?

-I don't have a fiancé.

-Is that so? I'm surprised.

-Just because most women of my age either throw themselves at princes or noblemen doesn't mean I must behave like them and get married with one!

-Oh but don't get me wrong. I don't mind for you to still be on the market! No need for a nobleman…

-I'm not even on the market, for the only reason that my heart's taken.

-Oh?

-Yes. But it's a secret. Let's say I don't care about getting set for life with a loving husband. All I want is to live my life the way I intend on living it.

-And how would that be?

-Living as free as a bird. How much for the locket?

-Let's say, cadeau de la maison!

-Huh?

-It means that for you, it's a gift!

-Oh, thank you but I can't accept-

-Just take it!

-Alright. Thanks a lot! Have a good evening!

-Wait, let me help you put it on.

-Oh no, it isn't for me. Goodbye!

"Cinderella, what took you so long?"

-Oh I met people. We talked.

-Let me guess. The Dupont family?

-Yes. You met them?

-Well I went in their store the other day. That old lady, she started telling me her life, how pathetic. I wanted to buy something but I dropped the idea. And nothing interested me.

-Oh no…

-What is it?

-Well nothing it's just.. I brought you this locket, for our birthday, but I guess it's just no use to wait till then for you to tell me you don't like it.

She took the locket out from her pocket and hand it to her lover. "Oh Cinderella, it is beautiful! And that picture of us!"

-You like it?

-Yes! They didn't have it when I went! How much did it cost you?

-Not a penny… Henri offered it to me.

-Henri? Their son?

-Yes.

-Oh. I don't like that… Has he put the moves on you?

-Ha ha. Sort of.

-Hm hm…

-Well he said he was surprised I didn't want to marry a guy unlike other girls who only dream about meeting and marrying their prince charming.

-I see. And what did you say?

-That I had found my queen.

-What?

-I'm kidding. I just said I was in love but that it was a secret.

-Good. You know, no one must find out, for they wouldn't understand. People think homosexuality is a crime.

-I know. But Fairy Godmother told me people would become smarter in few centuries.

-Too bad we won't be there in few centuries. *sigh*

-She even said, "same-sex couples will be able to get married one day".

-Great…

-I wish we could…

-What?

-Umm well… get married?

-Oh darling, I'm too old for this.

-Excuse me? If we could get married, wouldn't you want to marry me?

-*sigh* It's very tempting. Of course I would, but I'd be old for it anyways.

-Have I told you that I think you're the sexiest woman alive?

-Behave yourself.

Cinderella smiled roguishly, so did Lady Tremaine, who walked fast to her and kissed her languorously.

They ended the evening by the fireplace, Tremaine on the armchair, with Ella sitting on her knees, kissing her. "So, I'm your queen huh?"

-Hm hm. What does that make me?

-My sweet princess?

-I like that.

-I don't like that boy…

-Are you seriously not over this?

-He doesn't attract you at all?

-Of course not I'm not into men! He's just... nice! He's hardly a friend.

-Whatever. I don't want him near you.

The night was long for Eleanor Tremaine. She couldn't help thinking about The Duponts. While Cinderella was sleeping next to her, she repeated to herself that she had a bad feeling about them. And it wasn't just some jealousy thing, it was more than that. She didn't like the Duponts. There was something about them that made them smell like parasites, vultures. It was weird. She usually loved French people. She even loved France! But the Duponts… They were playing all nice, maybe too much, and that's probably what was making her suspicious…