Not Quite Snow White

Not Quite Snow White

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Once upon a time there lived a lovely little princess named Snow White. Her vain and wicked Step-Mother feared her beauty would surpass her own. So, she dressed Snow White in rags and sentenced her to cleaning the castle as a scullery maid. Each day The Evil Queen consoled her Magic Mirror. "Magic Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?" she would ask. As long as the mirror answered, "You are the fairest of them all," Snow White was safe from the cruel jealousy. "Daddy, how can I be the fairest one of all?" The little boy turned up to look at his father that held him so dearly. He smiled such a sincere smile, the corners of his blood-shot eyes turned up for the last time. "You already have all the beauty in the world. So, the only thing you need to do is to be kind. That will make you the fairest of them all. Can you do that?" His breath began an unnatural rythem and his rasps echoed in the stone room. "I will, Daddy. I'll be the fairest, I promise." and the little boy was ushered out of the room by the nurses. Some ideals, and quotes from Disney's Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, which I do not own.
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"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

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