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Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 4 Chapter 146/32: Personal Space
🕑 Added 2022-12-14 15:41:27 +0000 UTCStepping into the house that I had lived in my entire life, I felt like I was coming home. No matter how much I hated to say it at this moment, as I felt anxiety move through me as I stepped inside and took off my shoes, I felt like I had come home. It was the nature of things, I presumed, and I looked around and saw nobody in the living room.
Sighing with relief, I stepped out of the lobby and entered my home just as I heard movement in the kitchen. I froze without meaning to, and my anxiety spiked a little before I calmed down. It wasn't going to be that bad, I told myself. I stepped forward and saw Elana sitting at the table while my dad cooked as I stepped into the kitchen.
"So, what did your boss say about that?" Elana asked meekly as my dad stirred something in a pot. Things around the kitchen were a bit of a mess, and I knew my mom was refusing to clean it up. Without me here to get frustrated when my mom did this type of strike, it remained uncleaned. I couldn't blame my mother either, as I hated cleaning it. It was why I tried to keep my mess to a minimum and clean up after myself.
Still, It seemed my dad was baking which he didn't do that often, and Elana had paperwork and school textbooks out with some subjects I recognized easily. She must have the other teacher for math that I decided against and made sure to move my schedule not to get. Seeing the homework out, I guessed right, as I am sure there wasn't even time to do it in class.
"My boss told me I cannot take time off at this point. We have several projects in line, but he also gave me a date and said that I could roll over vacation as long as I use the times he suggests." MY Father sighed, and I scoffed.
Both Elana's and my Father's heads whipped towards me in surprise as I replied to my dad, "Then he should also pay for your vacation, in my opinion."
My dad was surprised that I talked to him so normally that the previous conversation was forgotten. "I was starting to think you weren't coming back," My Father said and came towards me, and I stepped back.
"I am still not happy with you," I told him bluntly, "Your bullshit earlier also while I was trying to go get some space was also completely uncalled for," I called him out, and my Father flushed with embarrassment as I did so. Elana looked shocked at my bluntness and turned to look at my dad.
Normally I wouldn't be this blunt, but I wasn't going to allow myself to be punished by him for speaking my mind. "Angela!" My Father raised his voice, and I raised an eyebrow.
"What?" I asked, "I am right here inside the kitchen as well. You can continue to cook while we chat as well," I continued before turning to Elana and letting my expression soften, although I still felt raw anger towards her for reasons that were not my fault. "Sorry," I told her apologetically, but I knew it didn't sound sincere, "This shit father of mine created a bad situation for us both, and I didn't know how to handle it last week. Still don't, to be honest, but that didn't mean I should have been rude," I told her.
Elana nodded, and I looked at my dad just as his anger clearly reached a peak as if I had ignored him. He had always been the disciplinarian in the household, but I was always more afraid of my mother. I loved both of them, but when it came to my mother's punishment, she always picked the spot that hurt the most, while my Father did something generic. Still, he got belligerent, so I hated his stubborn, over-the-top methods.
Still, I watched my Father slowly bring his anger under control and look at me, and I wondered if this was because Elana was in the room. "Angela, Stop disrespecting me," He ordered with a more even tone, although I could hear his frustration with me.
"How am I disrespecting you?" I asked, "You are in the middle of cooking," I told him, "I don't want you to burn the house down if we start to get into a fight. I also stated a boundary that right now, I don't want to be touched by you because you have done something to hurt me. Although I wasn't the biggest one hurt," I said, turning to look at Elana, "Like the fact that you have never been a father to my Half-sister," I turned back to him and looked him in the eyes, "Which I just learned LAST WEEK!" I announced as if he didn't know that, "I have been spending some time figuring out how to deal with this all. I decided that I should show up at least once this week in order to show that I care."
"Angela," My Father said again, "Do not make me ground you," He said.
My eyelid started to twitch at that, and I turned to Elana, "Okay," I said, looking at her, "I am going to cut out the person being unreasonable at this moment before we get into a shouting match," I said.
"Why are you suddenly so stubborn?" My Father asked, cutting in.
"Father," I said, my tone turning polite, "I am not in a happy mood with you," I told him bluntly, "I am very unhappy with you in general, especially because you seem to want to punish me for some reason. I do not know why or what I have done in order to deserve punishment, but I am also eighteen, and you can no longer do that to an adult. So please," I slowed down, "Back down on this issue."
I could see my dad's eye twitch, and Elana finally cut in, "Angela, do you mind if we talk for a bit?" She asked.
At that, I noticed my Father's expression soften, and he noticeably backed up and went back to cooking. Something stung in that movement, and I felt my anger reach a new peak. Something in me raged at this moment, and I felt ready to throw down. The bruises from Sensei be damned, I felt disrespected and hurt at that moment he backed down so quickly from Elana talking.
"Sure," I heard myself say as I looked at my Father going back to cooking. He seemed to be baking something, but I turned myself and pointed to the basement, "We can go down to my room," I told her, and Elana nodded.
Heading down the steps, Elana closed the door, and I heard her sigh. I walked down and noticed that there was undone laundry, and some of it was risque, like bras, which made me realize something. "One second," I told her, and Elana looked confused as I pulled out my phone. I quickly dialed a number I remembered on my phone from the times I had called in the past.
"Hello, how can I help you today?" A woman's voice asked.
"Hello, I was there last week, and I would like to check to hear if my order of custom bras came in. Under the name Angela Brown." I said, and I could hear typing on the other side of the phone. I saw on Elana's face something of the understanding, and she wryly smiled but waited patiently.
"Yes, we have it here," The woman said, "It says here that there was an attempt to call you, but you never picked up. There is a note stating to try calling again, but no one may have followed that up," The woman said.
"Okay, I will be by to pick it up probably tomorrow. Please make sure it is ready for pick up." I replied.
"No Problem, Talk to you then," The woman said just before I ended the call.
"Sorry about that," I said, "I ordered a bunch of Bras, and I forgot about them. I am kind of in need of some new ones. Seeing someone's bra sitting in my room unwashed reminded me of it." I said, and Elana blushed deeply.
"Sorry, Those are mine," Elana said, heading over to the clothing and starting to turn the cycle to delicate and put them in. I watched her, a little annoyed still about what happened just moments ago with my Father. Was he trying to replace me with Elana? I shook my head at that thought as I knew that was unfair to say, but Elana was so much more obedient over these last times I saw her that I couldn't help but think that. I had always felt like I had been a thorn in my Father's side.
"Sorry about that," Elana said, shaking me out of my thoughts. "I feel that we are just both apologizing to each other." That earned a chuckle from me, and I turned to sit on my bench press with a sigh. I looked around for my free weights and noticed them in the corner. I got up a second later, picking them up before sitting back down. "I moved them because I almost tripped on them when I was doing laundry," Elana admitted, and I felt that old familiar annoyance with not having a space of my own.
For some reason, it hurt more than normal as she said that, and I closed my eyes for a moment and looked around. I didn't notice immediately if anything else was moved, but I felt oddly violated once again. "It is what it is," I replied and turned back to her. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?" I asked.
"Well, I didn't want you and dad to argue, so I pulled you down here," Elana said, and I watched her silently.
"So, are you going to my school?" I asked.
"Yes," Elana said, and I bit back a scoff or a witty response. "My old school is too far away, and I can no longer go to it easily. My Credits have transferred, and I can catch up in classes without much issue."
I nodded and sighed, "Make sure you tell no one you are related to me." I put up my hand, "Not because I hate you or anything. Honestly, I could do with or without you at this point. To spare my mother's feelings, I am more on the latter at this point. No, the reason is that I am not at the top of the social hierarchy, and you will hurt your own odds of having friends at my school if you say you are related to me." I told her flatly, and she was surprised.
"What do you mean?" she asked, looking me up and down. "You are tall, blonde, and beautiful. Your breasts are massive, and you have a figure I know a dozen girls will kill for, to say the least." Elana complimented, and I chuckled.
"That helps me in some ways," I replied honestly, "Hurts me in others since I have a cock that would make most men feel less of a man. It is kind of hard to cover it up as a woman, and so everyone calls me Dick girl, Although," I paused with a sinister smile, "I have been dealing with that this year." I took another pause and shook my head, "Still, best not to be in relation to me at school. Otherwise, you might get yourself in trouble with the wrong crowd in school." I told her.
Elana nodded, "Okay, I will refrain," She told me, and I picked up my weights and started to lift while I straightened my back.
"Know where my mother is?" I asked without much hope of an answer.
"I think Violet is in her art studio. She has been working in there a lot lately," Elana sighed, "Violet and dad have been at each other's throats this week. It is kind of hard to ignore without headphones," She said before sighing.
"Do you not have some?" I asked.
"I do not," Elana said with another sigh, and I shrugged.
"Well, Maybe I will pick some up for you later," I said without commitment. "I don't know what to say to you, though," I continued, "Keep up a smile, continue doing your homework, and stay ahead of the curve in school. I have a four GPA right now in school, and I keep my grades up all the time while doing various things. I am unsure what else you want me to say as your older sister," I said, trying to make a joke. It seemed to have fallen flat with Elana as she looked at me more seriously.
"How?" Elana asked, and I looked at her, surprised.
"How what?" I asked.
"How do you keep up a Four GPA?" Elana asked, her eyes intent.
I shrugged, "Well, I don't have friends, really, and I only recently got a girlfriend," I began, "I spent all summer working out and collecting the textbooks and reading them for this year. I have already learned all the information for this school year, and I spend this year reviewing and ensuring I understand properly with the teachers. I do the projects and learn things that the textbooks don't write about in classes." I shrugged as she looked at me with wide eyes. "I have done the whole school year in advance and use school as a review to ensure I understand overall. It is all about preparation."
Elana's mouth opened and closed as I told her that, and her face changed as she looked at me. "Why?!" She exclaimed, "Don't you do anything with your Summer?!" She demanded.
"Of course I do," I told her, my eye twitching a little, "Also, calm your voice; I am not even two meters away from you," I said, and Elana backed up a little, "I work out all summer, and I studied so I can continue to work out during the year. It allows me to have more time overall if I sacrifice two months that I would be spending working out and studying anyways. I just get to go to the gym more often and keep up my routines. What am I sacrificing?"
My question made Elana lean back on the washing machine that rumbled in the background, and I looked at her with a wry smile. "You are a workout maniac," Elana said, and I chuckled.
As we were talking, I remembered that I had my email open on my computer and that it had lists of Jake's videos and the blackmail I had on Jake and Tracy. Although I didn't need it for Tracy anymore, I did for Jake. I was planning on handing him off soon, hopefully. I felt a bit stupid leaving my computer unlocked with those types of things easily accessed.
Moments later, I said, "Been called that before, and I doubt it will be the last time," before I got up and stopped lifting free weights as my arms felt the burn. I put them down, walked over to my computer, and sat down. I quickly made sure to lock it, and Elana moved towards me.
"What are you doing?" Elana asked.
"Locking my computer," I told her, "Don't want you finding my porn stash," I said with a smirk.
"I was using that!" She asked.
"My porn stash?!" I asked incredulously if she found the videos of Tracy and Jake.
"No!" Elana said with a deep blush, "The Computer!" She announced, and I could feel my expression darkening.
"Why are you using my things?" I asked, my tone turning darker, "I can understand the washer and drier. That is down here, and everyone needs to wash their clothing. But this is my computer, and deeply personal. I have personal things on here, researched, and done projects! I have my personal files and things on here. This is MY computer. Ask my Father or your Father or however he wants to think of himself and stay the fuck off MY computer," I snapped.
The internet history and my email automatically logged on to this computer. Although I knew a little about computers and how to do things on them, I didn't know how to stop that. I would have to spend time learning that, and I would have to go through and delete things that I didn't want to on my computer. That didn't even include the cloud that had a lot of files with Jake, probably, and some with my girlfriend. I hadn't even thought to force password protection on them here. It was my room, and I was the only one who spent time down there.
"I NEED TO DO PROJECTS!" Elana exclaimed, "I AM STILL CATCHING UP! I NEED A COMPUTER AND DO NOT HAVE ONE RIGHT NOW!" She yelled, coming closer to me, her face turning red and angry.
"Get your own computer!" I replied, standing up and locking my computer. "This is mine, and you do not have my permission to use it. I HAVE PERSONAL SHIT ON MY COMPUTER THAT I DO NOT WANT YOU TO SEE! IT IS PERSONAL!" I emphasized, almost yelling at Elana.
"I NEED IT FOR SCHOOL!" Elana exclaimed.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON DOWN THERE!" My Father suddenly yelled, and we both turned to look at the stairs as my Father came down, clearly angry.
"WHO GAVE HER PERMISSION TO USE MY COMPUTER!" I exclaimed, my anger outbursted.
"That is the family's computer Angela," My Father said, and I stood abruptly my anger peaking.
"THAT IS MY COMPUTER!" I erupted, pointing at the computer, angry as hell. "I HAVE PERSONAL FILES AND THINGS I DON'T WANT OTHERS SEEING ON IT! IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN MY COMPUTER, AND I DON'T WANT YOU USING IT, MOM USING IT, OR ELANA USING IT! IT IS MINE, AND IT IS IN MY ROOM! BUY HER A COMPUTER OF HER OWN!" I yelled in his face.
"ANGELA!" My Father erupted, his face turned red, and his anger was immediate, "YOU WILL ALLOW HER TO USE YOUR COMPUTER!" He exclaimed.
"FUCK THAT!" I announced, "NO FUCKING WAY!" I erupted, "LET HER USE YOUR FUCKING COMPUTER!" I yelled.
"I NEED MY COMPUTER FOR WORK!" He yelled, "THAT IS HOW I MAKE MONEY!" He erupted.
I scoffed in his face and wanted to spit, "OBVIOUSLY, NOT MUCH MONEY!" I roared, surprising my Father out of a little of his anger, "THAT! IS! MY! COMPUTER!" I yelled each word slowly, knowing all the evidence someone could have or might have if they looked for it. I didn't know if Elana may have picked it up or not. It didn't matter. No one was getting back on it. I would smash it before I allowed them on it. My mind was reeling at that fact, and my anger drove sanity from my mind.
My Father's hand lifted, and I could see him ready to hit, and I smiled. "Going to hit me now?" I asked, my words coming out in a calm tone even as my anger soared, as his hand lifted only for it to freeze on those words. "Come on," I said, "You know I can take a hit, Father," I said; my anger was making me say things I normally would never do, "I train for it, and I can take worse than you can give," I snarled.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON DOWN HERE!" My mother suddenly erupted, storming down the steps with dripping hands. Water fell onto the floor as she looked at my Father. "What is happening," She snarled, her anger showing.
"Angela won't let me use her computer," Elana said suddenly.
"That is my personal computer," I said, trying to keep my tone even, even as my anger ebbed and flowed with increasing intensity. "I cannot believe you even allowed her to use it. I have personal files on it, School projects, and things I would rather not have anyone but those closest to me know. SHE," I paused as I was raising my voice, and I took a moment, "She can use another Computer, but she will not be using mine." I said, my tone barely constrained.
"Now, What were you going to do?" My mother asked, turning to my Father.
"I was telling her to allow Elana to use her computer," My Father said, his tone much calmer as the firey red drained from his face and his anger cooled.
"This is what is going to happen," My mother said, "First, Angela, You can lock your computer. Elana, tomorrow you and I will go out and purchase another computer that at least runs for school work. Hell, probably better than Angelas at this point as hers is old and wasn't top of the line when we even bought it." My mother said reasonably. "Elana, you can do your work on that tomorrow and will have a day off of homework. You," My mom put her finger on my dad's chest, "We will discuss this somewhere else properly," She said, "Angela, for now, I would like to talk to you without Elana or your father present. Everyone else leaves the basement," My mom said.
Both my Father and Elana looked reluctant, and I fumed as both walked up the stairs. I felt like I got a small victory but lost the war overall. I wanted to snarl, but my feelings right now were too mixed. I felt so angry as they left together and felt like I was losing something as they did so. I would stop them from violating my boundaries, though. I have had enough of that, and I would not allow someone to look at videos of my Skank and the Sissy bitch I planned on giving up.
My anger burned the brightest of my emotions as I felt a variety of them. I didn't want to be in this house right now, and I felt a little violated by Elana and my Father. Elana for using my computer without my permission, and my Father because he backed her up and looked like he might have hit me.
As my mother and I were the only ones in the basement, I turned to her. "Well?" I snapped, "You wanted to talk?" I asked.
"Angela," My mother said much more softly, "Please go shower and cool down. Let yourself unwind a little; then, we can talk. You smell like you just left the gym, and knowing you, that is the truth. Go wash up, and we can talk after."
My mother's tone only made my anger burn brighter, but I didn't snap again at her. Instead, I pulled off my sports bra and pulled down my pants and panties. I walked to my shower, turned on the water, and stepped in.
Cold water blasted me, and I grunted in anger even as the cool water seemed to cool my mind and anger. It was like my body wanted to hold onto the emotion, and I needed a release. I wanted to punch something, and there was only tile around me. I wanted to beat a sandbag or something, and I didn't even have one at Crystal's house.
I wanted a place of my own. A house that I could call mine. I needed a place that I could call Angela's place. My house, my home that I own completely, and I control what happens inside. I am so tired of this bullshit. I hated that people could enter my place as they wished and was so frustrated. I WANTED TO BE THE QUEEN OF MY OWN DOMAIN.
Frustration overtook my anger as the water warmed up, and tears started to roll down my cheeks mixed with water as I felt useless at this moment. I felt like my anger was valid and that I should have a place that was my own. That it wasn't too much for me to say something in my area and that no one else could touch it.
My frustration took over me as the shower rained water down my body over my supple features hiding the tears of pain and frustration. I stood there, my head against the tile as the water poured, and I didn't move an inch as I continued to let it.
I lost track of time, but I started to wash, not knowing when I remembered that I promised Crystal I would be back as soon as possible to cuddle. I could really use that cuddle right now, so I finished washing and rinsed myself off before stepping out of my shower. My mother waited and looked at me as I dried myself off, and I stepped into my room from my bathroom to look for clothing.
"Better?" My mother asked as I looked for more clothes to wear.
"Not really," I said, too close to snapping at her. "But I am no longer as firey with rage," I said honestly.
"Good," My mother sighed, "I didn't expect that to happen," My mother continued, "I didn't know you treasured your computer so much."
"Mom," I said, turning to her as I found some jeans, "I have personal files, links, projects, and many other things that I wouldn't want Elana to see, let alone you or dad. She could delete things or look through my internet history. That is all deeply personal," I said flatly, "Give her her own fucking computer and leave my stuff out of it." I snapped.
"Okay, Honey," My mother said, "You are coming home more than just once next week, right?"
The question hung in the air, and I sighed, "If father keeps acting like that, I am going to wonder if I should even leave stuff here anymore." I said my tone was testy even as I felt hurt by my words. "Look, I will call you every day after school, okay?" I said to appease her, "I may not be perfect with it, but Dad," I stopped myself from saying it, and I wanted to throw something. Instead, I turned to her again, not knowing when I turned away, "I came home today to do something. I don't know what, but to try something and make the best of the situation. I didn't come here looking for a fight. I didn't come home to argue. I just tried to talk and try to," My voice trailed off, and I realized I didn't even really know what I came here to do. "I don't know what I was trying to do, but this wasn't it."
"It's okay, Honey," My mother replied, and I chuckled.
"That is funny," I said and asked, "Do you really think that everything is okay, Mom?"
My mother opened her mouth, then closed it a second later closed it. "You are right," My mother sighed, "I am trying, but," My mom looked down at the floor, "I am angry too, Angela, I am very angry and hurt, and I am trying. Please give me some time?" My mother begged suddenly.
"Mom," I said, feeling guilty for her, "I don't mind giving you time. But honestly, I don't know what dad is doing. He was so confrontational today. I wasn't the best either, to be fair, but it was instant anger, and then it died instantly if Elana talked, but for me," I shrugged. "I don't know, but I will probably stop by on the weekend or something. I doubt my girlfriend will get sick of me in just a couple of weeks. But," I stopped again. "I don't know what to say," I admitted a moment later, "So I am leaving now," I said, frustration coloring my voice.
"Please call me every day then, honey. And," My mother paused for a moment, "If you have time come home and stay a night? Please. This is still your home, okay?"
I got down and hugged my mom, wrapping my arms around her, and I felt her arms wrap around me. I could feel her slight shudder as she did so, and we hugged for minutes. I just wanted comfort for a bit, and my mother and I lost who broke contact first.
"I'm going after I pick up some stuff and extra outfits. I will see you soon," I said before I made the shooing motion to my mother, and she nodded.
"I will see you soon, Honey," My mother said, heading up the stairs, and I sighed, packing my things. I quickly reached behind my computer, took the power cord, and hid it. I put it in a little spot I used to hide my things when I was younger, then collected the sex toys I had left here.
I quickly made a trip to the kitchen, where my Father and Elana deliberately didn't look at me, grabbed a couple of grocery bags, and headed back down. I collected my things and headed to the door. I quickly stopped at my mother's studio, saying I was heading out before I put my shoes on and left.
Feeling relief exiting my home, I had no idea how long I had been there. But I wanted to cuddle and just exist without thinking. I was more than prepared to enjoy Crystals company now and I had to admit, I missed her at this moment.
Comments
The Theoritizer
Still doesn't address my point, Angela is open about this, she just doesn't want others to see the content.
you still don't label that stuff porn who knows when you will navigate directories with someone beside you because you want to show them something and similar situations
The Theoritizer
Angela is clearly open about having a porn stash, and this isn't (shouldn't be) a family computer. And also, Elena had a whole weekend. A random clicking is bound to happen.
Ritsu 229
Who puts there porn stash under a folder labeled PORN. It probably was under a subfolder named English 2020 in Archived School Documents
> The internet history and my email automatically logged on to this computer. Although I knew a little about computers and how to do things on them, I didn't know how to stop that.
The Theoritizer
It's not that she is unable to, it's her personal computer. People usually don't delete history on their own PC.
The Theoritizer
I also think it's a little weird that 1. She left her computer unlocked when leaving and; 2. Elena didn't find her porn stash the entire weekend. Incredible integrity.
huh kinda weird that she is supposedly unable to do something as simple as delete browsing history yet in book one, she went full hacker mode to search up a solution without it being traceable to her
Madjic
Thanks, I fixed it. Cant believe I missed a mistake in the literal first sentence.
Czelphaghor
Pls overlook the first sentence again : stepping into the house i lived in my entire house…
Madjic
I didn't think I was going to post a chapter today, as I deleted my first attempt at this. I got into the flow, though, and I would love to hear what you think of this chapter. I had to reattempt a couple of spots in this a couple of times. Anyways, Enjoy!
