Life Of A Dominant Futanari W3 Ch31

Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 3 Chapter 99/31: Elana

I couldn't contain the smile on my face as I exited the locker room. Tracy, right now, must be pissed that she couldn't work on my challenge. Her attack on him, calling him a sissy bitch, was something that I wasn't expecting. It was something that she should not have known about, and it made me wonder something.

"Jake saying something about Sissies lately?" I mumbled to myself as I walked down the hallway.

I didn't know, but I could see him overcompensating around friends. Who else would side with Jake more than his girlfriend Tracy? He must be thinking something like that, and so when she wanted to push him, she hit this new sore spot. That was the best explanation that I could think up.

I shook my head, and I headed outside. I smiled as I looked up into the sky and saw the autumn sun slowly descending into the horizon. It was getting late, and my mother would be on my case since I told her I would be home tonight. I began walking at a leisurely pace while enjoying the relatively slow walk. I still passed others heading home from school, and I remembered that I had texts from earlier. I whipped out my phone from my backpack and noticed one in the group chat with Grace and Debbie.

Debbie: What time and where?

Grace: We are both excited and looking forward to it!

I smiled at the two horny girls as even my long period of not talking to them kept them excited. Maybe that gif I made for them was too much? It didn't matter, and I grinned before typing a response.

Angela: Well, we can go to a hotel and enjoy making a mess for some poor cleaner. Maybe even an expensive one with a jacuzzi or something. Or you can come over to my Girlfriends place and enjoy her company too.

I sent off the message, and I wondered how they would react to that. I sent a quick follow-up message so they wouldn't get the wrong idea that I was Cheating.

Angela: Don't worry, she knows about the plans we are making.

I didn't know if that would make them shy away or get closer to me. Either way, it was what it was. I opened up a text from Tracy and remembered anger flowing through my veins. It was a simple address, and it contained the fact that he would be going out this evening and won't be back till late. There was a quick follow-up message from Tracy as well explaining herself.

Tracy: Hey, so this was the best I could do, Mistress. He is going out with some friends, and they said they will be drinking. I overheard most of the conversation at lunch on Thursday, but he was also bragging that you would do anything about what happened on Monday.

I looked at the message and fumed a little. I didn't know what to do for several moments, standing at a light as it turned from walk to don't walk. I woke up, and I smiled. Was he going to be home late after going out drinking? Wasn't that the perfect time for a little payback? I grinned, and I continued home after having my thoughts center on what I was going to do.

Once I hatched out a small but versatile plan, I was already home. I didn't know what was on the other side, but I did know I needed to wash my uniforms in my bags. I took out my keys, and I unlocked the door. I walked in and saw my dad sighing on the couch. He looked older at this moment, but I could see the traces of anger in his expression. My mother sitting on the other couch looked thunderous. Her expression was one of anger and hate.

There was a third person in the room, though, and I had never met her before. She was a black-haired woman with obvious traces of Asian descent. "Hello?" I finally said as I took off my shoes. The room was quiet, and I saw everyone turn to look at me. I looked at the Asian girl and realized that she was slightly younger than me. She was good-looking too, and I wondered what she was doing here.

"Ah, your home finally. Come sit down." My mother said, and I knew if I decided to walk into the basement, my head was going to be ripped off by her.

I put down my backpack by the door, and I joined them in the living room. To be a master of understatement, the tension in the room was palpable. A humorous thought went through my head as I sat down that I could make a bottled awkward atmosphere with the current tension in the room.

I wanted to sigh as I sat since the room was extremely silent, and no one in the room was speaking up at this point. The tension needed to be broken, yet no one in the room seemed to be the one to break that tension. It was obvious that whatever the reason behind it was the Asian girl. I looked her over more deeply, noticing that she had smaller breasts, probably no larger than B's. Her face was charming, though, and I noticed that she was slightly muscular in her arms. She wore a white blouse and a black skirt. She was dressed to impress, and I wondered why she was dressing as such in our home.

I looked at my mother, and I saw the anger on her face. I knew my mother was fuming, which showed the most when looking at my father. I couldn't take it anymore, and I decided to break the tension. "Okay, well," I began awkwardly, "If no one is going to speak up, I may as well leave. Or you can tell me why we are all sitting here awkwardly and why you are so angry with dad." I said to my mother, knowing the bluntness of my addressing the problem would break the dam of her anger.

My mother turned to me with a snarl on her lips, and I wanted to back peddle. "It seems that your father has been keeping some secrets from us." My mother said the snarl in her voice was evident, and when she said 'Your Father,' it came out with vicious contempt. I wanted to back peddle from my mother, but I was stuck on a couch with her. Then her tone changed, and I was happy that her anger wasn't towards me. "You seem to not be an only Daughter to your father anymore, Angela."

That revelation had my eyes wide open in surprise, and I turned to the girl now bristling in her seat near my father. My mind spun, and I began to register the reason for my mother's anger, and I turned to my father. "So my righteous father is a cheater," I said, my tone flat and my father's face twisted.

He couldn't refute it, though, and I waited before turning to the girl. "Hi, I am Angela; it seems that I have a sister now. Do you mind if I know your name and age?" I asked her, and I saw her face show surprise. My tone wasn't welcoming or hostile, and I saw my father and mother's surprise at my question.

"Hi Angela," The girl said, and I saw the moment's awkwardness in her demeanor. "I am Elana Brown. My mother gave me your father's last name when she gave birth to me." I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow but listened as she continued. "I am seventeen, turning eighteen this year in November."

Interesting. My birthday was August fifteenth. That meant that my father must have done her mother within a couple of months of my mother's pregnancy to conceive her. I turned to my father, and my feelings were very much mixed. I couldn't help but sigh and lean back; before I even knew it, fingers pressed the bridge of my nose with my eyes closed.

I wanted the night to end already. I wanted to be out of the house. "What did you want to tell me, Mom?" I asked with my eyes closed.

Silence encompassed the room, and I finally heard her voice after a minute, "Your father wants to bring this girl into our house. Her mother died not long ago, and it seems that she needs a place to stay. Apparently, her mother is an Orphan, so she has no family to help her out." I could hear my mother's twisted words, and I knew that she was very hurt at this moment. "Now, she needs to stay in this house."

I opened my eyes and looked at my mother, "It's not like I am sleeping here that often lately," I replied truthfully. I was still mad at both my parents when it came to the sports teams they convinced me I couldn't play on. Now I was still kicking myself for that when I remember it. I also preferred my girlfriend's place, looking at the girl seated near my father. "I don't see why she can't stay here as long as you are okay with it, mom. Although that brings me to the bigger question," I turned to my mother again, and I could see the hurt and anger in her expression even more. "How are you doing?" I asked her.

My mother turned her head. "We are going to be seeing a marriage counselor. We have been fighting too much lately, and I will not lie if this infidelity isn't the main reason." I could hear the pain in her voice, and my father winced.

I stood and looked at Elana, "Come with me," I said, looking at her, and I saw her surprise. "You two obviously need to talk. I don't know about your relationship, but you both know you have pissed me off. Mom, what you and your father do is your business. I don't even know what I want to happen between you two, but it seems I need to talk with this girl."

Surprised, they both looked at me, and I grabbed my school bag and raised an eyebrow at the girl. "Come," I ordered, and I saw the further surprise on her face as she stood up. I walked to the basement door and headed down. I heard her feet patter on the ground behind me as I headed down the flight of stairs. I wanted to sigh loudly, but I grabbed my clothes from my backpack and began putting them in the washer.

I heard her behind me, and I turned to her while putting my clothes in the washer. "Sit down anywhere but at the desk," I told her. "Give me a second. I need to change from these clothes," I continued and grabbed some clothes before heading into the bathroom. I stripped and changed quickly, even changing my bra and panties before walking back out.

All of this was a lot to take in, and I began to hear my parents raising their voices upstairs. Frankly, that would have happened regardless of whether we stayed up there. After this, I didn't know what would happen to their marriage, but my dad had fucked up by the numbers. He had hidden that he cheated and that I had a fucking half-sister. That wasn't small, and he might have even provided child support without my mother knowing.

I threw my clothes into the washer, and I moved over to the desk and sat down. I turned to her as she sat on my bed and sighed. "Well, I guess you might be moving in," I said, and I had no idea what to really say. I felt a wave of hot anger burning in my belly right now but not towards Elana. It was my father that cheated on my mother while she was pregnant. That was the only thing that explained Elana was sitting in front of me now, and I saw her wry smile.

"I really didn't want to intrude, but I also didn't want to become a ward of the state," Elana said, and I chuckled.

"I know this isn't your fault." I told her, my smile wry, "This is mainly between my mom and our father. If he fessed up to the mistake much earlier, I think my mom might have been made, but the fury I saw upstairs is something that is only beginning."

I saw her surprise, but it quickly changed to understanding. I saw indecision on Elana's face before she said, "I just want a place where I can live while I finish high school before going to university. I have a scholarship already, and although it pays only for tuition, I can make enough in part-time jobs hopefully or with loans to make it by inside residence or with some roommates."

I looked at the girl across from me and saw her want to explain herself. Why she had revealed herself to my mother, basically outing my father. I remembered all the pain and indecision on my mother the last week when I was around and realized that this is what she was always lost in thought about.

My mother was a caring person. Elana needed a place to sleep, and my father was this girl's father. He had never been there for her, and she came to him in the one time of need in her life when she had nowhere else to go. My mother didn't like it, but she allowed her into her home.

I sighed and didn't know what to do in these circumstances, and I leaned back as I looked at her. "Well, I cannot fault you for planning your future. I have been doing the same thing, and I am in my last year of high school. Although we are very close in age and even are in the same school year." I almost wanted to laugh at how absurd everything was.

"Okay, well, this is awkward, and I have no idea how to interact with you," I said plainly after a minute, and her wry smile turned to a grimace.

"I can't say that the same thought hasn't crossed my head," Elana said.

I looked at her for several moments, and I wondered what the fuck I brought her down to the basement for. I looked around and followed up, "Well, this is my room. I guess you can use some of the weights but clean up after yourself if you use them. My clothes are my clothes, and my stuff is mine. You can say the same thing about your clothes, and I will not intrude upon your stuff." I looked up as I heard the yelling stop.

I stood, and my half-sister did the same. "Come, I will make some dinner, then I have something to do," I told her.

Elana nodded and followed me as I went back up the stairs. Both my mother and father were missing but only until I heard them upstairs. They were not arguing anymore, it sounded like, and it seemed they came to at least some sort of compromise. I didn't know, and I couldn't care at this moment. I opened the fridge, and I began to pull out food. I began to cook for the both of us.

Silence reigned as I cooked for us and was stuck inside my head. I didn't know how I should be feeling or what I should be doing with this girl. My mind was somewhat in turmoil, and I didn't want to be in the house. Still, I continued to cook as my stomach loudly grumbled.

I cooked in silence, with Elana sitting at the table behind me. It was an odd feeling to have as I worked on things. Soon though, I was finished, and I had set two plates of food down on the table with a much more significant portion for myself and a standard-sized portion for my Elana.

When I sat down, I looked at her waiting and pointed at the food with a fork. "Eat," I said, and instead of digging in like I had begun doing. She stopped and started praying. I looked at her, and I shrugged uncaringly about what she was doing as I dug into my food. I didn't want to deal with things like this, so I ate in silence.

After a minute, Elana finished and began to eat. She took smaller-sized bites while I tore into my food to fuel my body without wasting time. I was already beginning to wonder if I should sleep here tonight. It sounded like a pain in my ass, and things were too complex at home. It made me wonder what Tracy was doing. I could invite her over to Crystal's if Crystal was okay with that and have some slow fun.

I knew that I wouldn't be catching up on sleep if I did so, but with all the revelations I had tonight, I didn't know if I wanted to sleep alone. "The food is delicious; thank you." I heard Elana say, and I looked up from my food.

"You're welcome," I replied dryly, as there wasn't much point for me in saying anything else.

"I noticed you didn't pray," Elana suddenly said as I was biting into food; I looked at her and didn't know how to respond.

"Why would I pray when I don't care about gods?" I asked her.

"Your not Christian?" Elana asked.

"Nope," I replied before taking another large mouthful of food.

Elana bristled as she ate in silence for a bit. But my instincts told me that this conversation wasn't done. "Why not?" Elana asked.

"Why are you?" I replied.

"What do you mean?" Elana asked.

"You asked me why I am not Christian. I asked you why you are Christian. If you can explain why you are religious, I will explain why I am not religious." I answered.

I went back to my food as Elana looked at me, somewhat stunned. It was like she had never heard that before, and I continued eating. I was almost going to be done when she finally answered, "Well, there is a God, and you can see his works all around." Elana said.

I didn't want to deal with this.

I really didn't want to deal with this.

Didn't I get enough of this with Sarah?

At least I get to fuck Sarah. She is my Strawberry, after all.

I looked up into her eyes and sighed. "When I look around, I see the works of thousands of years of humans. Men and women are working to strive for what we have currently achieved. Not works of gods." I told her bluntly, "I will not put stock in gods that may or may not exist. If there are gods out there and an afterlife, I will go to what Christians call heaven or hell with my head held high. I will die knowing I did my best trying to leave the fewest regrets behind. Why do I need to believe in a god to do my best in life?"

Elana looked at me and opened her mouth, and I put up my hand. "I don't care," I told her as I felt a speech coming from her. "I really just don't give a fuck what you believe at this point, Elana. We are not close enough for you to have my ear on whatever you want to talk about. Now, Shut the fuck up and eat the food I have cooked for you."

Elana closed her mouth, and I could see slight anger coming from her. Too fucking bad for her as I already had reached my end for bullshit today. I finished my food quickly, and I checked my pockets for my phone before remembering I took it out of my pocket when I did laundry, leaving it on the machine. I got up and went downstairs, grabbing my phone. I looked at the machine and noticed it had five more minutes before I could put it in the dryer.

I sighed, wanting to leave, and I looked at the time. It wasn't late enough to go meet that little prick, but I could call my girlfriend. I called her, hoping that she wasn't busy.

"Hey," I heard less than a minute later. "How is my Mistress doing?" Crystal asked, and I smiled wryly.

"Things are kind of fucked up over here," I told her truthfully. "I remember you saying that you might be at your store tonight." I tried to change the subject suddenly.

"Yeah, I am. I went through the stock, and I will be done in a bit. Why don't you want to miss a night of me?" Crystal replied as she went along with my Subject change.

"I was thinking of inviting Tracy over and punishing her a little together," I told her, my smile growing as I thought of it. "I need to blow off some steam, and I believe she needs a punishment tonight into tomorrow." I grinned as I told her that.

"That sounds like fun. Do you have something planned?" Crystal asked.

"I have something planned for tomorrow that will leave her scared of punishments if I don't satisfy her a little tonight, I was thinking," I told her truthfully.

"What were you thinking?" Crystal asked, her tone serious.

I told her my plan, and Crystal stewed on it. "I am not sure if it might break her a little if I do that without satisfying her a little beforehand. Maybe not me perse but at least an orgasm or two before tomorrow." I finished.

"I think that is a cruel and unusual punishment, but I cannot help but love it. I cannot wait to see her expression, but I will have to agree with you. Some light release would do the woman well." Crystal said, "Besides, I bet she couldn't resist the temptation with her out of the belt."

I frowned, but I couldn't disagree with her. "I will call her then and tell her I am bringing her over to your place. I am sure that after her week, she will welcome some relief." I smiled as I finished.

"Oh, You are a great Mistress," I heard Crystal's sultry voice over the phone, and some of that anger brewing in me subsided a little.

"At least I like to think so," I replied with a grin and got up, "Okay, I will see you soon, Minx."

With that, I hung up the phone and saw Elana there. I looked at her weirdly and asked, "Why are you down here?" I asked her.

"I wanted to ask you something," Elana said.

"Well, ask; I have things to do," I told her.

I know I was kind of rude, but I couldn't care. I didn't know her, and she was changing the life around me. I needed something fun and to let off steam. The anger I thought had dissipated came back, and I tried to contain it, but I knew I was showing it.