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Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 6 Chapter 229/ 23: ?????
🕑 Added 2024-01-20 08:43:49 +0000 UTCMy alarm went off, and I groaned, feeling odd. I reached out to Crystal's night table only to realize it wasn't there. My eyes fluttered open, and I groaned, realizing I was in my own room once again. It was a surprise for several moments in my head as my alarm blared a distance from me, but as my eyes fluttered open, I realized it was coming from my backpack. At some point, I put it back without realizing it.
Groaning once again, I slowly got up and glared at the bag before tossing aside my blankets. I got up without much care, and I walked over to my bag and pulled out my phone, shutting off the alarm. My glare continued as I stretched and looked around my room. Instantly, I knew someone had been going through my stuff as it wasn't organized in the way I left it. I sighed and grabbed a fresh sports bra and panties. I got myself into a workout outfit, and I grabbed some fresh supplies for my period. Luckily, I kept my bathroom stocked just in case, and I started to get ready.
I took my time and felt odd getting ready in my bedroom. I could feel that things were moved, but I tried my best not to pay attention to it. Suddenly, I heard movement upstairs and sighed, wondering who it might be. Honestly, I was hoping it was Elana or my mother over my father if I found out that my father was the one upstairs making dinner for my sister again.
My mind blanked as I thought of that, and suddenly, my mood dipped hard. I felt worthless for several moments as I remembered my dad last week doing something for my sister that he never did for me. I had to cringe at the thought as it showed how little he actually cared about me. It hurt thinking about that, but the more I thought about the way I interacted with my father in the past compared to his recent actions.
I literally could not think of many positive memories with my dad at this point. It was a painful reminder that within weeks of Elana first coming here, she was receiving the attention that I never got. I closed my eyes, and I sighed deeply as the pain seemed to hit my heart. I shook my head, trying to clear it, and I sighed.
Quickly getting back to things, I started to pack my bag again, wanting to leave as quickly as possible. I didn't care to be in this house any longer after what I saw last night. I didn't want to think about it, either. So I finished dressing, put my uniform in my backpack, and remembered that I had to drive to school. I wanted to sigh but remembered that I could run once at school.
With renewed motivation, I finished up in my bedroom and looked around. Something felt off inside my room as I looked around. It was a feeling as I looked, and I realized I didn't feel at home. This wasn't my room, as I kept finding my sister in it like it had been invaded and taken while I was there. I wouldn't say I liked this feeling as I looked at my weights, and they were in a mess I would never have left them in. They were all stacked against the wall, away from the machines I had. It was a deeply personal violation, and I closed my eyes and sighed once more.
Instead of thinking more about it, I started to head up the stairs toward whoever was doing something on the main floor. I thought it would be my mother as the most likely, and I hoped I was correct. I slowly pulled open the door, and I couldn't help but wonder how my face must have looked as I saw my dad cooking.
He was smiling as he worked making breakfast, and I closed my eyes for a moment. Then I stepped up into the kitchen from the basement, pretending to smile. "Hello, Dad. Make any for me?" I asked, my voice hopeful.
He turned and looked stunned at my entrance. I was here, and my heart dropped. I knew my mother knew I was here, and I did not know about my mother telling my father about things. "Oh, Angela, What are you doing here?" He asked.
I looked at him, shocked for a moment, "I live here?" I asked, looking around, "Or did something change while I was at my girlfriend's place?"
"Well, you never call or show up, so why should I assume that?" He asked, and I closed my eyes.
This hurt; I wanted to cry. He was questioning why I should even come home. I wasn't sure what to say. "Mother didn't tell you last night that I was home?" I asked, barely able to restrain my anger that seemed to be lying just below the surface.
"Nope, your mother and I have been a bit on the rocks the last couple of days," my Dad replied, turning to look at me. I barely contained myself from seething in anger. "So what brings you home tonight? Girlfriend done with you?" He asked and shook his head.
"Do you have a problem with me, Father?" I asked, my voice barely keeping my voice in a monotone. My anger was surging, and I knew this was all a mistake. I needed to leave right now. I hadn't moved since I stepped out of the basement, and my anger was flaring.
"Why would I have a problem with a daughter who hasn't been a sister and is going through a rough patch of her life?" He asked me, turning his head slowly to look at me.
"A Sister to her?" I asked, my voice not being able to contain my incredulity.
"Yes, Elana is going through a hard time right now. She is your sister," He said, raising his voice a little, and I couldn't help it as surprise took over my incredulity. "You have never been there for her, and she is your younger sister, and now is the best time to try and help her with things. I have been thinking that you are dodging your family responsibilities."
"How the fuck did Mom ever forgive you?" I asked before I could stop myself.
"What?!" My father snapped at me.
Something in his tone made me lose it. Incredulity broke way to the anger, and I was just done with my father. I needed to be a sister to Elana, whom I just caught wanting to get fucked by me? She wasn't looking at me like a sister. She was looking at me like a lover, and she didn't want me to be a sister. But his entire thing about her going through a rough patch? That made me boil hard.
"You heard me," I replied, my voice molten, "I can't fucking believe Mom took your cheating ass back. You fucked another woman while she was pregnant with me, then hid the cheating for seventeen years, you fucking prick,"
"You can't talk to me that way!" He shouted suddenly, turning the flipper to me.
"YOU CAN'T TALK TO ME THAT WAY! FATHER!" I shouted in reply, "ELANA is going through a rough time?!" I demanded when he was about to shout. "ELANA is the only one you care about. I have been your DAUGHTER for eighteen years, but I never got you waking up on a school morning to cook food! I never got you worrying about me in the mornings." I snarled, "Yeah, I guess the fact that I came from a Cheating piece of HUMAN GARBAGE like you isn't something that I have to worry about. Instead, I should worry about MY HALF-SISTER! You are right; the fact that I have to make decisions around my life for colleges and Universities IS FUCKING NOTHING. No! I should worry about Elana because SHE is having a rough time. Not Like I am not having a rough time myself!"
I saw my father open, close his mouth, and sneer at me as he turned and took care of the food. Much to my amazement, he was doing a half-decent job about it, and he turned to me a moment later, "I never said you weren't having a rough time of it."
"No, But you did just ask me if the only reason why I came home was that my girlfriend dumped me or got sick of me. Or should I directly quote you by saying you asked me if she was "Done With ME!" I snapped back. "I asked how Mom keeps a cheater like you around. Same Difference!"
"I ONLY DID IT ONCE!" He snapped at me, and I could hear people moving upstairs.
"ENOUGH TO MAKE ANOTHER HALF SISTER!" I announced with my arms spread. "AMAZING HOW THAT WORKS!" I announced, "You know the fun part!" I continued without thought, "I GOT A WOMAN THAT IS NOT MY GIRLFRIEND PREGNANT, BUT I AM NOT A CHEATER!"
The words slipped out, and my father's face drained. "WHAT!?"
"Angela, is that true?" I heard my mother suddenly say, and regret washed all over me.
"FUCK!" I yelled.
FUCK!
FUCK!
FUCK!
FUCK!
FUCK!
FUCK!
FUCK!
FUCK!
FUCK!
FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
"FUCK, I wasn't supposed to say that!" I yelled, "But yeah, it is true; but again," I said, turning to my dad, needing to divert the attention, "I never cheated. You can fuck other women inside a relationship. A Masochist like my mother would probably enjoy a third a time or two in your relationship. I don't know, But you know what I know?!" I demanded, "YOU CHOSE TO CHEAT ON HER!" I snapped, hoping to get the topic changed as I pointed at my mother.
"YOU ARE NOT CHANGING THE SUBJECT!" My father roared.
"Oh!" I replied, "Okay then, I impregnated a twenty-year-old with a successful career that I dumped my cum in multiple times in front of her husband and got her pregnant!" I announced, turning to my mother, "Just to let you know, I got a woman pregnant, and she wants the child. She doesn't care what role I take in the child's life. I can be an aunt, a mother figure, or a father figure, which, with my example, I am sure to turn down!" I announced with a snarl, making my dad look hurt for a moment before snarling back at me.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU ANGELA!" he snapped.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN!" I snapped back.
"You come in here treating me like I am the bad guy! I have put a roof over your head and helped with Elana. I have been making up for my mistake and doing my best for you and your mother!" He yelled, "I DON'T DESERVE THIS TREATMENT!"
"Oh, Now you don't deserve me treating you like this. I thought we were talking about the fact that you might become a grandfather!" I snapped back with a snarl, "Let's go back to your cheating!"
"BOTH OF YOU STOP!" Suddenly, my mother snapped.
I froze, as did my father, and my mother was looking pissed with her arms crossed. "Angela, Maybe you should cool down and sit in the living room while your father and I talk."
"No," I snapped.
My mom looked surprised as I snapped out my reply. "What?" Now she said.
"I said no; if I am going, I am walking out that damn fucking door, I am getting in my car, and I am going to school. I am going to run however many laps I need to zone out and forget this piece of shit is my father before I attend classes. Then I am going to continue to do my best in classes in school and then in sports." I replied, my voice heavy with anger, "it has always been what I have done. I have no friends because both of you always told me to fucking turn the other cheek. Now I have a girlfriend when I start to stand up for myself. So here and now, I AM FUCKING STANDING UP FOR MYSELF. I am not taking this BULLLSHIIT!"
"See! See!" My father suddenly shouted, "This is what I mean. This is our house, and I will not be disrespected in it. You will not be under my roof and treat me like this!" He snapped.
"Well, I am eighteen, DAD," I said, "That means I am an adult; maybe I don't want to play by your rules either. I can go to other places if that is what you want. Elana basically lives in my room while I am not here because I keep finding her in my room whenever I come back. So how about I give her my room and leave?"
"Angela," My mother paled, trying to cut in.
"THEN GET THE FUCK OUT! You want out so bad, then LEAVE MY HOUSE! GET THE FUCK OUT!" He snapped, and I grabbed my bag.
I looked at him and smirked, "You think I was joking," I replied as I looked at his expression. I could tell something in his face that he didn't think I would bite the bullet and do it. But there was something so liberating about the thought of having my own place. I walked up to him and said, "Then I am out Asshole. I hope you enjoy your new family, however long that lasts," My smirk turned to a sneer, and I turned.
"See ya, Mom. It wasn't really a good idea to come back, it seemed." I said, but I didn't register anything as I walked out. My ears felt a sort of wind as I put on my shoes, and it was like I was in a wind tunnel as I walked outside.
It was odd; I didn't feel any wind, but the sound in my ears was deafening as I walked to my car and tossed my bag in my back. I had no idea how the argument accelerated so quickly, but I was mad. Raving angry, I got in my car, turned it on, and backed out of the driveway instantly. I drove down the road, and the streets were quiet.
Before I even knew it, I was parking at the school. I had no memory of the drive from my house here, but one thing was true. I told my mother the truth about what I was going to do when I left. I left my backpack in the back seat, double-checked my shoelaces, and started to stretch.
Routine, I needed my routine.
Stretch the muscles. Ensure they are limber and ready for exercise. A limber body is one that doesn't easily injure itself.
I moved it with purpose and locked the door before I started to thoughtlessly bounce on my heels before I started to walk towards the field. Then, without thought, I was jogging as my body started to warm up. It was like my mind skipped, and I was in a full-out sprint. My mind blanked and skipped, and I continued to run.
And Run some more.
The light of the day was slow.
I continued to run.
The sky turned orange, I continued running, and people started coming on the field.
My mind skipped, and I was sweat-drenched as my breathing labored. I moved, and my memory skipped as I suddenly grabbed my bag at my car. Before I knew it, I was at the door and heading toward the locker room. My mind was cloudy, and I saw people turn their noses at my smell. I was wet from the speed and degree of training I had just done.
My mind refused to focus on it, and I was in the locker room. I walked over to the showers and stripped. I tossed aside my backpack and started to wash myself. Nothing else mattered; I needed to wash up, and so I did. My movements felt almost mechanical, and when I finished washing, I, in turn, started to dry myself. Minutes passed, and I knew the bell would ring any moment now. I reached into my bag, grabbed my uniform, and put it on.
Then, I walked out toward class without a thought in my head.
Comments
Shamim
HELL HOUSE !! would be nice lol
Justin "Johnist" Johanson
Possible Title: Kicked Out
Janjan2341
Great chapter also wondering if moms gonna call or go meet Angela talk about her future granddaughter and the possibility of divorce also Angela telling her that she isn’t the reason for why she’s a futanari but the father cause Elena is also a futanari
VeggetoSSJ
Possible Title: Leaving the Nest / Arguing with Dad / Feeling Abandonded Great chapter!, curious how the night is gonna run with Elena after Angela basicly cut off her parents, or at minimum her dad or vice versa.
Madjic
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