Elsa (futa/fem, incest, ageplay )

Hello! A long time ago I wrote the first chapter of what I hoped would be a multi-chapter story. Of course I got busy with other things, and the story just sat there. So, instead of letting it go to waste I thought I'd put it up here and see if anyone likes it! Forgive me if I am posting this incorrectly in some fashion...

Enjoy!

Elsa stood there, staring at and yet barely seeing what was happening before her.

Popular culture told her she was doing something wrong. But, she told herself, she hadn’t done anything wrong! It wasn’t her fault. For a moment feelings of anger rose up inside her small little frame, her hands clenching into loose fists for just a second before the feeling passed, and the awe and shame set in once again.

It was only minutes ago that she’d come running home from her middle school, her lunch bag swinging wildly from her arm, her backpack bouncing around on her narrow back, her face aglow with possibility. There had been a power failure at school and the principle had decided to let everyone go home early, much to the delight of the students. Elsa eagerly pushed her way out the door and ran down the street to where she lived. It was a quiet suburban town, the mall adjacent to the highway the main feature while schools, parks, and civic buildings were scattered between the rows of houses. It was a quiet town, and just the sort that provided the bubble of innocence necessary for raising a demure child like Elsa.

Her house was only a few blocks from school, an easy walk back and forth, and the distance seemed to shrink as Elsa’s mind was filled with the possibilities of what to do during her extra free time. Her first hope was to do something with Philippine, her mother. Maybe they could go into the city, to the zoo, or to walk around in the park, or just go shopping in the mall for a bit. If nothing else, she would be able to watch a little daytime TV, draw, and maybe even play with the brand new camcorder her aunt had given her. Ultimately though, she wanted to spend time with her mother. She rarely got to anymore, between school and homework, and her mother’s full time job at the mayor’s office.

It was a shame, because Elsa loved her mother, and had always enjoyed a close relationship with her. She knew little about Philippine’s earlier life, except that she’d gotten pregnant with Elsa when she was only 17. Philippine’s parents had thrown her out and left her to fend for herself, and what was worse was that the father had left as well, before Elsa had even been born. Philippine had done well, working two jobs to support herself and her daughter as Elsa went through grade school. She’d finally found a position at the town’s administrative offices, which provided benefits and money so that she could buy a small house. Elsa was just growing old enough to understand these sacrifices and the dedication of her mother, and her affection for her only grew. Even despite th