Femme Futa Family Retreat

Femme Futa Family Retreat

I shut the front door and kicked off my sneakers. The house was weirdly quiet. My big sister, Candace, was staying for the summer, on a break from her college classes in Italy. That usually meant people would be coming in and out all the time. She used our house as a base for all of her friends to come over and hang out. Sometimes she let me join them, but most of the time not.

I walked through to the kitchen to make myself a glass of juice. As soon as I closed the fridge, I spied movement through the glass doors that open onto the patio. Aunt Vivian! I slammed my glass down and ran outside, jumping into Aunt Vivian’s lap before she had a chance to react.

She laughed and pulled me closer, inching her chair away from the patio table so I wouldn’t crash into it and destroy the spread of cheeses and grapes. “Well, if it isn’t my perfect niece all grown up,” she said. She said this every time she saw me, which was usually around once a month. I laughed and buried my head in her neck. I was tiny at twenty-one and hadn’t grown in years, but I liked the attention nonetheless.

I’d always felt self-conscious about being petite. The rest of the women in my family, Candace, Mom, and Aunt Vivian, were more the supermodel types, only curvier. They all had long legs and strong thighs, tits that fought to stay in whatever they were put in. I figured it was because they’re all futas and I’m not.

“I didn’t know you were here.” I said.

“I knew you were,” she smirked. “Well, about 2 minutes ago,” she would always joke about how she could smell my entrance. Futas have stronger senses.

“We were wondering when you were going to make an appearance,” my mom said from the other side of the table.

“I was shopping,” I said.

“Buying more of those vinyl figurines, probably,” Candace said and winked at me.

I huffed at Candace and narrowed my eyes. Aunt Vivian laughed deeply then told Candace to give me a break. Candace rolled her eyes and added, “What? She’s a nerd.”

Candace was always giving me a hard time for being a “nerd”, which I wasn’t by the way. But Candace had always been the popular girl everyone flocked to. The one who went to every party and was the center of every story. At twenty-five, and with two years away from our small town, nothing had changed. She was still the one people asked about when they ran into me, like I was just a way of getting to her. She was always here even when she wasn’t.

I supposed that was true for my mom and Aunt Vivian too. They’d never left Louiswhit Lake but they had no need to either. They practically ran the town. People phoned my mom before they phoned the mayor. When something went wrong in Louiswhit Lake, it got handled through my mom’s kitchen table. Aunt Vivian had less of a head for the practical running of things, but she hosted the Fourth of July parade every year and had her name or her prescene around most of the businesses on main street. She headed up the beautification committee most of the salons and boutiques were members of, but I was never really sure what the committee did.

I looked back at the spread on the patio table. It didn’t seem like the kind of thing that was thrown together just because Aunt Vivian dropped by.

“Why wasn’t I invited to lunch on the patio?” I pouted from face to face.

“Because we were planning our futa retreat.”

“Oh,” I said sadly.

Every year mom, Aunt Vivian and Candace rented out a villa with a pool and invited local prominent futas and some other women. I’d never been invited. Every year I’d get angry about it, then whine and pout and eventually beg to come, but the answer was always no.

“Can I come?” I whispered. I whispered it because I always knew the answer and was anticipating the rejection, but I hated feeling left out. If there was a chance to come, I had to take it.

Mom leaned back in her chair and locked eyes with me. “No. And that’s final.”

Aunt Vivian stroked my cheek and turned my head to her. “We’re all going to have a miserable time missing you anyway,” she kissed my forehead.

I fought to keep the smile from my face. I was angry. I was supposed to look angry.

“Okay girls, say your goodbyes. We have a dress fitting for the Founders’ Day gala.”

I got up off Vivian’s lap so she could get up. She pulled me into a tight hug then let me go. Then she kissed Candace on the cheek and said she’d see her next week at the retreat. Hearing it mentioned again stung. Mom and Vivian disappeared and the car started a few minutes later. Candace hadn’t moved and was now scrolling on her phone. I sat down dramatically into what was Aunt Vivian’s chair moments ago and sighed heavily.

“It’s not fair. Mom said I was too young last year but I’m 21 now. This is discrimination you know.”

Candace scoffed and looked up from her phone with amusement. When she saw I was genuinely hurt she put her phone down and placed her hand on my knee. “Look, you wouldn’t have a good time.”

I was sick of people telling me what I would and wouldn’t enjoy. “How do you know that?”

“Because…” she paused like she was thinking about how to phrase it carefully. “It’s a way for us to blow off steam, okay? And mom is very protective of you. It wouldn’t be saf