Cinderella without a dress (2nd Book of D T) Yaoi

Stage 1: Fairy Godfather

WARNING: NOT EDITED

HAS MATURE THINGS

TOO MANY DILDOS

PLEASE BE WARNED

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I swung my broom happily as I swept the already sparkling clean floor of the hallways. I already cleaned this house four times a day already so it was no wonder that the floor was shinier than any precious gem.

"Cinder, get your butt over here! Where's my underwear?!" a high-pitched voice screamed making me wince. Honey, I threw it to the dumpster since it smelled like fish bone.

Oh my, bad Cinder.

Cashew stomped out of her room and kicked the pale of water that I left for mopping just beside the wall. Oh well, more cleaning for me then. I love cleaning anyway, it saves me from dying in boredom.

"Good morning," I greeted. She twisted her nose in disgust and judged me by looking at me from my feet up to my face. They say that when a person looked at you from toe to head they were basically looking down on you. I gave my sister an innocent look and marveled at her toxic- I mean unique beauty. Such a twisted beauty she had I must say, so distinctive and...and complex. Like an abstract art, you have to be a keen observer to appreciate it.

Cashew had very unruly hair. Her brown hair was all over the place, her nose was long and rounded and her cheekbones were low, but,despite her misfortune with her looks, she had a very nice feminine body. Let's just hide the face now.

The irony of my words.

"Where is it? Bring it to my room!" she shouted, her saliva splattering over the place. I need to use a disinfectant on that wall. My god, I should have dodged those droplets, will I get swine flu? I hope not.

"Cinder! Get my dress!" Pistachio shouted from across the hallway. Ah, another witch- I mean another one of my beautiful angelic sisters.

"Coming!" I piped. I wiped the sweat off of my forehead and smiled at the fuming Cashew who was waiting 'patiently' for her underwear. I picked up the knocked bucket and mop and skipped my way towards the laundry room downstairs.

This was the everyday morning of this mansion, at first I pitied myself for being maltreated since my father died but as the days passed by, I got used to it and embraced my life-time duty of keeping this house clean. I hummed as I took the dress of Pistachio and the underwear of Cashew from the basket and visited their rooms to deliver their clothing.

I wish they would make their room messier, I would like a challenge. For bratty girls, they knew how to keep their room clean. No matter, once they leave the house later, I will ruin their room and fix it again.

FUN!

I winced once more when I heard Cashew's voice and the sound of the playing of the piano that sounded ridiculously horrible.

I'm sorry, it's true. It broke my heart to hear it and in the process, she was also singing my eardrums out. She sounded like a wailing peacock. My ears picked up at the knocking of the door and I immediately ran towards it to answer the visitor. I first dusted off my ragged clothes (like yeah, it would make a difference), and opened the door. I was presented with a young gentleman wearing a silver knight suit. I couldn't see his face because of the helmet but I can feel the youth radiation from his body.

A shame, I heard that knights of the royal family were fine-looking men. Yes, I was gay and I am not ashamed of it but it seemed that my step-mother and step-sisters were well...ashamed. Being gay in this kingdom was no big deal for most citizens. The king was bisexual so he was establishing equality for all. But of course a few would oppose this. They would protest that if a gay would get in the royal family, there will be no heir to the throne anymore and they will have no other choice but to adopt and thus the royal blood of the next generation of kings will exist no more.