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Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 7 Chapter 257/ 7: Meeting the Family
🕑 Added 2024-06-09 11:46:50 +0000 UTCLap after lap, I worked my body up into a sweat before I jogged back to Mrs. Grendier and started our practice. The only thing we were going to work on was my serving. My aim disappointed her, and the rule for faults ended after the regional level. It was shocking to learn that the fault rule was not used in anything above the regional amateur level to assist younger people. I thought back to all those times I double-faulted and realized that the game might have gone much differently without that rule.
What that did do was cool my head quite a bit.
It did not help that my ego was slightly hurt. I was just considered a young amateur in the regionals, and it was not until the state tournaments that they started to be serious. But I did not let that hamper me too much. Just because I thought I was doing better than I actually was did not mean that it changed what I needed to do to achieve what I needed to achieve.
Practice was the name of the game, and I honed in on it and started to serve ball after ball over the net, spiking them each time. Mrs. Grendier did not want me to learn a second serve until I had this one down, and I could understand the thought behind it. So, I followed her instructions and varied up the sides of the court while we did so. Soon she had me sweating, running around to collect the balls only to hit them once more over the net again and again to improve my success rate.
What was great was that I was hitting the net less and less. I found it easier not to hit the net than to keep it in the court. Mrs. Grendier said I got to about a sixty percent good serve, and ten percent hit the net while the last thirty were outs. Each time, Mrs. Grendier had me hit the ball as hard as possible. My accuracy was off because of it, but I continued to follow her orders till the bell rang, and the girls from my class came inside to see me covered in sweat as Mrs. Grendier personally coached me.
I was not spared today when the bell rang, and I continued to collect the balls before starting to spike them again and again. It was almost cathartic going back to the same position and doing the same thing again and again. I lost myself in the motions and tried to replicate the feelings that I had when I did it right. More and more, I started to land it inside the court until I heard Mrs. Grendier stop me.
"Angela, Take a five-minute break and walk it off. Remember to stretch as you walk," Mrs. Grendier told me as half the Volleyball team was now in the gym. More were filtering in, and she was having conversations with various students. I was breathing heavily, and I started to walk around the gym. I stretched my arms as I walked.
A minute later, Sarah joined me with a large smile on her face. "So, are you excited to see my parents tonight? I have no idea how things are going to go. Also, they are going to ask if you are up to go to church with us on Sunday. You really should join us," Sarah said as I looked at her stupidly and thought back to last week.
Fuck!
I did promise her to go see her parents tonight.
I thought I could go put Crystal in her place and enjoy myself instead of dealing with her parents!
FUCK!
"So excited," I replied, but Sarah chuckled.
"I can hear how much you want out of this, Angela. My parents are insisting on seeing you, though."
"I forgot, and the conversation this morning made me think I had till the weekend."
Sarah giggled, "What is it? I thought about the conversation this morning and am sorry for putting you on the spot. To be honest, my parents have been on me more than I care to admit." Sarah rubbed the back of her neck as we moved around the gym at a brisk walk. I continued to stretch as she continued, "But I need to ask. What have you been so hesitant about?"
I sighed and looked at her, "Religion. I dislike it, and I hate Christianity the most for many reasons. You ask me to go to church, and I will always only go if you drag me kicking and screaming."
Sarah looked startled, "Why?"
"The Rhetoric. Not what the bible says but what the people who believe in it do. Not all of them, but enough that I consider the entire religion toxic. Also, Why would I want to join a faith that not only hates my existence but loathes the exception an Intersex person like myself is to their religious beliefs?"
The question came out, and Sarah looked at me, shocked, and opened her mouth only to close it and look thoughtful. "Drop it, please. I will meet your parents tonight, but I will be going after. I need to return to Crystals to grab some things I forgot there."
Sarah smiled wryly, "At least you did not back out," she said with an expression slowly showing more sadness.
I ignored it, but Mrs. Grendier saved me from dealing with it further by calling everyone over and telling them to split up into two teams.
When we got there, she started a discussion about the games we played at the tournament and told us what we needed to improve on for the start of the state tournaments over the next couple of weeks. The State competition would start in two weeks on the weekends for two weeks, and we would play three games to reach the finals. We will have the first game here on a Saturday and Sunday; if we win, we will travel as our Gym is not well equipped for tournaments."
Everyone nodded, "That means permission slips for those under eighteen and volunteers from the parents!"
Mrs. Grendier went on a bit more about details before moving on to the slight rule changes from the amateurs to state-level games, and everyone was nodding. Then it turned into practice, and much to my surprise, I was put on a permanent Serving for the girls on my team to practice getting hard spikes.
So I went right back into it by spiking ball after ball at the other team as we were split into four. When they returned my serve, we acted like it was a normal game and started to play. The girls on my team also rotated with those on the other team we were split up into. It seemed that my spikes were not normal for women in our age bracket, and Mrs. Grendier wanted everyone used to spikes of my speed.
So I was put on serving duty, and I worked on my accuracy till my arms started to scream at me. Still, I trucked on, and I loved the grind! Then, as soon as I thought I could no longer go on, Mrs. Grendier called an end to the day and told everyone to pack up and rest. My arms were all floppy, and I chuckled as I followed the other girls out of the gym and joined them in the locker room. That was when I noticed Alex relaxing. I was surprised I had not seen her much in practice; it was almost like she was avoiding me.
I chucked beside her, and she looked at me and smiled. "Do you know when you can come over again?" Alex asked, and I shrugged despite the pain in my arms.
"I don't know, I am so damn busy; Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, I work so, Maybe Friday?" I said, shrugging again, "I don't know. I have so much to do," I said with a light chuckle.
"Okay," Alex said with a soft smile. "You want me there tomorrow morning with," Alex's voice trailed off, and I looked at her.
"Wasn't that supposed to be this morning?" I asked curiously.
"Nope. You told me Tuesday, and he texted me to request a ride to make it there early," Alex replied.
"If you want to be there, do. I don't need you there, but always enjoy your presence."
With that, I quickly stripped, leaving Alex to think about that. I joined the other girls in the shower, and I got a couple more looks than normal at my massive futanari cock, and one of the girls was blushing hard looking at it. Something seemed to have changed in the atmosphere since the tournament, and with Sarah joining me, many stopped staring at my cock.
When Alex joined us, we all washed up quickly. I did not have time to play around, and I quickly finished up and got my towel, dried up, got into my school uniform, and packed up my bag. Sarah did the same, and she smiled, "Come on, once you're done, my house is only a couple of blocks away."
I nodded and finished packing up with Sarah when Alex joined us. "I will see you tomorrow, Alex," I said with a small smile.
"See you then, Mistress," Alex replied Stoically, although I could see the humor in her eyes as Sarah pulled me out of the room.
Today has been weird, and now I get to go visit her Christian parents. FUN!
I was trying to keep my hope up that they were not ultra-religious, but I could barely keep it up as I had met Sarah and heard some of the things she had said in the past. Either way, we left the locker room quickly, headed out the gym doors, and started toward the sidewalk when I stopped Sarah. "I have my car. We can drive there," I said, and Sarah nodded.
"Okay, we can drive, although," Sarah cut herself off, and I looked at her as we walked. I could tell she was nervous, too, so I pulled out my keys from my bag and unlocked my car. We tossed our bags in the back seat, and I settled into the driver's seat after putting my hair up into a ponytail.
"You nervous?" I asked.
"Yes, I don't know how my parents will react to you."
"Well, tell me the way. I can't drive to a place I haven't been before."
Honestly, I felt stiff, as did Sarah. Neither of us was really talking, and Sarah seemed to feel more awkward by the minute. I could feel her concern as she directed me to her house. The conversation became utilitarian, and she sighed as she told me to come to a stop. I could tell that we were a couple of blocks away from Crystal's house. But a larger distance away from my childhood home, along with Alex's and Tracy's places. I took a deep breath as I finished parking the car, and Sarah looked at me.
"Please, leave a good impression. I like you, and I want my parents to like you."
I felt my eyebrow twitch, but I nodded and wondered what I was getting myself into.
I got out and left my things in the back, but Sarah got hers. I locked up the car as I looked at Sarah's house. The house was really nice looking, if I was being honest. It was clearly upper middle class, and the Garage was large enough for two cars. With a nice SUV and a Truck out in front of the Garage, I could only wonder if the garage was storing their cars or extra things inside.
The newish-looking basketball hoop above the garage door made me question if Sarah had a sibling. I looked at the house, and the nice front double doors had something above it I dreaded. A nice cross was hanging above the door. I followed Sarah up the driveway and over the nice landscaped front path to the double doors. There was a tree just off to the side of the front path, and I looked at the doormat as we reached the doors and winced. "God be with you' was written on it, and Sarah unlocked the door and opened it up.
The first thing that assaulted me was the house's decoration. I winced at all the knickknacks on the half wall to my left, allowing me to look into a room with a large couch, coffee table, and loveseat. The clearly fake fireplace just off to the side made it look like a showpiece living room. The artwork all had various inspiration phrases that were clearly Christian in origin, and I wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.
"Mom! Dad!" Sarah called out, "I brought Angela!"
I winced and wished I had pulled the rip cord that would have allowed me out of this situation as fast as possible. At this point, I would jump out of a plane to get out. I kicked off my shoes, and Sarah closed the door behind us, cutting off the path of retreat that I was desperately thinking about taking. Sarah stepped in, putting her backpack on a little sitting chest by a set of stairs leading up.
"Oh, we finally get to meet Angela, whom you have been spending time with recently!" I heard a woman's voice.
"Oh, Sis, are you finally showing off the friend you have been hiding for the last few weeks?" I heard a young male voice.
My mind blanked as, for some reason, I thought Sarah was a single child like Alex and me. But now I learned that she had a little brother. I was learning too much at once, and I followed Sarah in. There was a dining room with a chandelier and a large table. The chandelier was dangerously low, in my opinion, but the cabinets took my attention with the creepy dolls with glass eyes. I internally shuddered, and I found even more artwork and religious mementos all over. I walked with Sarah into what was a kitchen, another table with a young boy who looked a little like Sarah but was at least four years younger than her.
"Oh, you are a busty blonde!" The boy shouted, "Your breasts are massive; nice choice of friend!" Her brother shouted and received a glare from his mother and Sarah, making me chuckle.
"Yup, you have no chance, though," I replied with a grin. "These tits are out of your reach," I replied, and her mother looked at me horrified, and I froze.
Shit!
Did I already fuck up?
"Hi, I am Angela Brown, a straight-A student on the same Volleyball team as your daughter!" I said, introducing myself with a smile, hoping to cover things up, and the kid started to laugh.
"I am Aaron. That is mom, although you can call her Donna! Dad is in the office; his name is Blake! Nice to meet you, Angela! Do you mind if I poke your boobs?"
Oh, fuck, this kid is both horny and going to get us both in fucking trouble.
"Aaron!" Sarah exclaimed, and I started to laugh, trying to hold back my laughter but not able to hold back how funny I found her brother to be.
"Aaron, Do your homework!" Sarah's mom, Donna, said, getting her voice back. "Sorry, Nice to meet you, Angela. I have to ask, who is your pastor?"
FUCK who the fuck asks that in the first five minutes of meeting someone!
I was going to lose my fucking mind in this house. I know it. So I took a moment to take a deep breath and replied honestly, "I don't have a pastor."
Sarah winced. Aaron was suddenly looking much more interested in his homework than my massive breasts, and Donna's eyes narrowed.
Ah, I fucking knew it. I already fucked up.
Comments
Shamim
I was thinking something but it may go overboard, The idea was that to fuck Sarah, or Aaron front of the cross saying Who do you belong to bitch, Who is your god now bitch Well something across that line. But what ever madjic thinks is better then mine. But that idea will be Sadistic and awesome, But like I said may have went overboard. Just a idea ok, as a mix race myself I have two religion lol Anyways it's just a idea. I am really curious to what plans you have for this family can't wait. Nice chapter.
Havocado
only to shit them once -> only to hit them once Thats a pretty funny typo ngl, thanks for the chapter
Madjic
I am not going to lie; I ended the chapter where I originally planned. But I feel that some Feedback would be fantastic. I hope you all enjoy the Chapter!
