Chapter 7

5 YEARS AGO

Maddi’s hand trembled as her knuckle banged against her mother’s front door. She couldn’t explain her nervousness and felt sick with an overwhelming urge to run back to her car. The nipping winter wind flipped Maddi’s skirt over her hips. It allowed the bitter cold a chance to pierce the thin layer of pantyhose--she shivered as she adjusted herself.

“Maddi?” The door creaked open, and Rochelle peered down at her slight daughter. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Um,” Maddi turned away. She kicked, and she scuffed her shoes against the concrete steps. “C--can I ask you something?”

Rochelle sighed. “Of course, honey.” She blushed and shook her head. “Gosh, I’m sorry. Please come in; you’re shivering.”

“Thanks,” Maddi whispered under her breath with relief. She let Rochelle lead her to the study down the hall. Although it seemed silly to her, Maddi always checked the picture frames on the wall. The photo of her and Diana on the beach never ceased to make her smile. She sat modestly in the couch’s corner with her limbs drawn in her lap, taking up as little space as possible. “So,” she started.

“Yes?” Rochelle sat across from her, cross-legged wearing a striking crimson pantsuit. Her shin kicked, and pant leg rose, revealing her barefoot. The contrast did much to set Maddi wasn’t at ease.

“Um,” Maddi bit her lip. “So, I’m turning 18 next month.”

“I know, Maddi.” Rochelle smiled. “Did you want something special for your birthday?”

“Actually, yes.” Maddi blurted. “Can I move in with you?”

Rochelle frowned. Her daughter’s request took the air out of the room. “What does your mother think of this? I thought you were happy at home.”

“No,” Maddi chuckled nervously. “She hates me. She hates me because she hates you.”

“I’m sorry,” Rochelle soothed, reaching for a tissue box on the coffee table. “Here, sweetheart. Dry your eyes.” She paused a moment to let Maddi recover. “I know your life is hard because of the mess I’ve made. I think I can help through it. Just hang out here, honey.” She made her way back down the hall before turning back. “Do you still like honey in your tea?”

Maddi nodded.

As Rochelle disappeared into the kitchen, Maddi relished in the silence. She found it boldly different than the kind of quiet resentment she was accustomed. Linda LaRossa was a struggling 19-year old manager at a dry cleaner when Rochelle Masters came in to pick up a few shirts. The young and vibrant futanari decided she couldn’t leave without the girl’s number, and after a whirlwind series of dates, Linda found herself hopelessly in love with Rochelle. Many of those dates ended with Linda’s panties cast aside in the backseat of her girlfriend’s car, her legs wrapped around Rochelle’s thrusting hips.

Maddi knew the whole story of how her futa-mom refused to marry her mom. Despite never having to pay a cent for housing, Linda seemed to redirect her bitterness toward Maddi. Now on the cusp of adulthood, she was ready to leave the home of the mom that didn’t want her in the first place.

“She’s not going to let you move in.” Diana’s soft voice warned from the dark doorway. “You know that, right?”

“Hey, Di.” Maddi sighed.

“She doesn’t even want the kids that already live here. No way she’ll let any more of her bastards in.”

Maddi finally looked up and gasped. “Oh my god, what happened to you?” She popped to her feet and rushed to her sister. As Maddi got closer, she saw that Diana’s blackeye was worst than she thought.

“A girl in gym class thought I was staring at her in the locker room,” Diana said. Her frame shrank, and she cast her eyes down. “And, I guess I wasn’t tucking myself probably.”

“So she saw you had a hard-on. That’s such a shitty excuse to hit you, Di.” Maddi scowled.

Diana sobbed. She placed her bruised face in Maddi’s outstretched palm. “I’m so sick of being afraid of these monsters. I’m going to make them all sorry one day.”

“It’ll all be okay, Di.” Maddi kissed her sister’s healthy cheek while she whispered in her ear. “Two more years and you’ll be out of high school. We can go to Brentwood Community College together, and everything will be fine--”

Diana tore away from Maddi. Her face raged with a boiling red hue. “Everything will NOT be fine,” She raced back to up the stairs with a steady stomp, capping her exit by slamming her bedroom door.

“Di,” Maddi sighed.

“What did I miss?” Rochelle returned shortly after with a pair of mugs. She set them down and turned back to Maddi. “Was that Diana?” Once Maddi confirmed, Rochelle shook her head. “That girl.”

“Have you seen her eye?” Maddi asked.

Rochelle raised her golden brow as she passed her a printed sheet of paper. “Yeah, it’s a shiner for sure. Anyhow, here’s a listing of properties near your college. There’s one I like that’s only a ten-minute drive.”

“So,” Maddi plopped down in defeat. “I can’t move in?”

“Look at it this way, Maddi.” Rochelle reasoned. “Christy doesn’t deal with change well. Not to mention Diana is on the ‘back nine’ of puberty, and she’s territorial. I don’t want to distract you from your studies.”

“Di and I are best friends.” Maddi retorted. “We’ve always gotten along.”

“I know,” Rochelle sighed with discomfort. “You dote on her. It’s sweet, but you know what she’s going through with futa puberty. All that testosterone and estrogen are fighting for your brain’s attention. And she has a harder time than most with all the fights she’s getting into.”

Maddi grew angry. “Is she fighting, or is she being bullied?”

Rochelle scoffed. “Is that what she told you? The girl that gave her that black eye wouldn’t return Diana’s advances. Your sister apparently groped that girl before getting slugged for her trouble.”

“Oh,” Maddi looked away.

Rochelle softened her tone. “Listen, I know you love Diana. But the girl lies a lot. I don’t know why, but she always has.”

“Mom,” Maddi huffed, unsure of whether to go there. “Do you love us?”

Heartbroken, Rochelle’s jaw dropped. “Madison, I am so sorry I’ve ever made you question that.”

Maddi laughed it off. “I--it’s okay. Stupid question, of course, you do.”

Rochelle studied her daughter’s sullen face for a moment before reaching into her suit pocket. “I was thinking about doing this anyway.” She carefully placed the key in Maddi’s hand. “You’ve always been so mature for your age, Madison. Even though you’re getting your own house, you are always welcomed here. No more knocking. Use your key.”

“Mom...”

Dr. Dominika Bykov reclined in the armchair in her study. The seat of newly upholstered ivory-colored leather was oversized like a throne. As she hands cupped a tiny porcelain mug of steaming green tea, the woman’s regal limbs seemed longer.

Her lips puckered and blew a careful breeze over the steaming pool before she began. “Firstly, l cannot express to you both how sorry I was to hear about your mother. She was a true pioneer for our kind.” The sisters mewed out their thanks, and Dr. Bykov allowed a moment of silence before she continued. “Diana, your sudden interest in fulfilling your mother’s legacy caught us off guard here. Had we known before the semester started, I could have easily boarded the two of you in the same dorm. But all the same, it’ll take some time before I can move you to campus. I assume you’ll want to room together.”

“Yes,” Diana nodded just as Maddi said “No,”

“Hrm,” Dr. Bykov cocked her head while studying the contrast in her student’s attitudes. She sipped her tea. “Then we’ll keep things the way they are for now. I’ll expect you to work extra diligently to make for your late start, young Miss Diana. Understood?”

“Of course, Chancellor.” Diana smiled.

Dr. Bykov smiled. “Very good. You may leave, Diana.”

Diana shot Maddi and smirk before she stood. “I’ll wait for you outside,” She winked.

As the door closed, Dr. Bykov let a frustrated sigh from her nostrils. “Madison, I hate to put another task on your shoulders, but please ensure your sister keeps her grades up. It’s a rare exception for Moringa to accept a student without college credit that didn’t even apply. She’s exhausted every privilege the Masters family name affords her.”

“I understand,” Maddi shifted in her seat. “We’re not very close--since Mom died. But I can try,”

“Trying is all we can hope,” The Chancellor grinned. “Your main goal is to assist with young Ashley Washington’s grooming. She’ll be the new face of young futanari once you graduate. Enjoy the rest of your day, Miss Masters.”

“Thank you, Chancellor.” Maddi kept her voice low as she excused herself. Even though she could feel Dr. Bykov’s piercing eyes on her back, she didn’t wince again until the woman called her name again.

“Madison,” Dr. Bykov’s voice grew stern. “Are you seeing anyone at the moment?”

Perplexed, Maddi stammered before shaking her head.

“Do I have to remind you of the school’s policy against intimacy?” Dr. Bykov arched her back as she crossed her legs. She waited for Maddi to shake her head again before pressing. “So, there isn’t anything you’d like to confess?”

“No, Chancellor.” Maddi lowered her head.

Dominika let her eyes roam over Maddi’s trembling frame. She smiled. “Very well. Have a good day, Maddi.”

Diana took her eyes off the administration building’s entrance for a split-second to ogle a nameless co-ed as a tan, athletic girl jiggled into the Peppermint House. “Now that has got to be the dorm where all the athletes live,” She thought aloud. “I’ll have to visit them soon. I’m sure they’ll love me.” Then Maddi’s lissome figure caught her eye. “HEY! Wait up!”

“What do you want?” Maddi snapped. She maintained her hurried pace.

“Nice jeans, Maddi.” Diana scowled. “Jeans and a t-shirt. I thought I told you to wear something slutty.”

Then Maddi spun around on her heel and squared up on her pursuer. “So?” She snapped.

“Unbelievable.” Diana shook her head. “You fucking coward. I bet you lost your nerve as soon as you busted your nut last night.”

“I always feel guilty after I come when you’re involved.” Maddi bemoaned.

“Can’t relate,” Diana said. “I don’t feel bad about it anymore. I know it’s wrong, and that fact makes me come soooo much harder.” She whined the last words and squeezed her thick thighs together. The girl shivered. “But, I never feel bad afterward.”

“Because you’re a sociopath.” Maddi spat.

Diana cackled. “And what does it say about you putting your dick in my mouth?”

“I don’t know,” Maddi sighed. She cast her defeated face at the ground. “I don’t know anymore.”

“Well, it’s none of my concern,” Diana cut in. “You can mull that over while I’m plowing your guts tonight,”

Maddi was equal-parts disgusted and titillated with Diana’s crass imagery, but she feigned a revolted glare nonetheless.

Diana scanned the emptying campus green and grinned when she came across the winding path away from Moringa. “Last night was hot, Maddi.” She licked her lips. “I should take you against the wall. That can be our spot.”

“No,” Maddi looked around. “We can’t do it here. Dr. Bykov asked me some weird questions. I think she’s knows something.”

“Have it your way, Miss Worry Wort.” The younger sister teased. “Let’s get something to eat.”

“You look good, Maddi.” Diana shared a rare compliment as she soaked in the dark, romantic atmosphere of the modest restaurant. The sisters sat at a corner table that seemed too small.

“Thank you,” Maddi replied under her breath. The reply was kneejerk; it startled her that it came out so lovely. Diana didn’t deserve it, Maddi reasoned.

“I should thank you, Maddi.” Diana sighed. With a flimsy fork of tarnished chrome, she poked at the next pile of deep red morsels in the bowl between them. “I haven’t had tuna sashimi in over a year. Thanks for letting me choose dinner.”

Maddi watched the prongs sink into the fleshy tuna. Diana raised the meat to her pursed lips, cradling it on her tongue before swallowing, barely even chewing. The entire scene seemed wholly pornographic to Maddi. “All the seafood is very fresh in Moringa. I figured you would like it.”

Diana smirked. “Remember right before we planned to knock all of those girls up, we’d pig out on tuna sushi because we read it would raise our sperm count?”

“I remember watching you pig out.” Maddi corrected. “I binged on selenium and zinc supplements while you enjoyed yourself.”

“Fair enough.” Diana jabbed her utensil at Maddi. “But I have hyperspermia like lots of futa. We didn’t have to do that. But we did because we wanted to be together.” She paused a moment to enjoy the silence--and the faint clanking of glasses from other diners. “This is what sharing this tuna bowl with you means to me, Maddi.”

“You’ve been nice to me today.” Maddi raised her brow. “Why? I thought you were planning to ravage me.”

“I am,” Diana bit her lip. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you. We can’t unring a bell, Maddi. We’ve crossed a heinous line. But since we’re here, we might as well enjoy ourselves--as sisters--as lovers. Diana leaned deeply across the cramped table to whisper. “As parents.”