The Quinceañera - Chapter 5 (La Familia de Papa)
Dr. Jose Zavala kissed his wife when he entered the kitchen. “Buenas, mama! Buen dia, k**s,” he greeted his family in his version Spanglish.
“Hey, papa,” Ashanti smiled.
“Papa! Can I get $20,” Gavin asked.
“For what?”
“I wanna buy this old game from Tyler.”
“Sure,” Jose pulled out his wallet.
“What about me,” Ashanti glared at him.
“What about you,” the father chuckled.
“I want some,” she held out the palm of her hand.
He gently slapped it with his. He grinned.
“You’re so mean,” she hissed.
“Really now?”
“Yes, really.”
“Ashanti, calm down,” chided her mother. “Your dad and I spending quite a bit on your quince.”
“Uggghhhh,” the honoree huffed.
“Ha ha,” her brother taunted her.
“Gavin, be quiet and go get your bag. Now,” directed Christina with a serious tone. “Sweetie,” she softened her voice. “When does Pedro get in?”
“I don’t remember. I know it’s Friday afternoon though,” the psychiatrist admitted.
“I know that too. Please find out today and text me.”
“Si, mi coronel,” he joked.
“Just do it.”
Jose headed out to his car. He placed a call to his brother Pedro who now lived in Costa Rica. They spoke in Spanish.
“Que pasa, Jose,” the man answered.
“I was just calling to confirm what time your flight arrives.”
“4:18 p.m.”
“Good deal! How are you?”
“I’m good. You?”
“Good!”
“See you soon, little brother.”
Unbeknownst to Jose, his older brother was eager to get off the phone because the plumber was visiting the home of a mature, big booty faggot with nice moobs.
Pedro had taken the news of Ashanti’s gender transition in a neutral manner unlike their other two brothers. Pedro was coming to the quinceañera as well their sisters, Nathalie and Mariana.
Nathalie lived in Ciudad Acuna in northern Mexico on the border of Del Rio, TX. She and her husband, Hal Long ran a cafe on the American side frequented by border patrol agents and the numerous airmen that came to Laughlin AFB for pilot training. Hal was a natural-born American citizen as were their three k**s. They chose to live on the Mexico side due to lower cost of living.
Nathalie was coming to celebration with her youngest, Alexa. Hal would hold down the fort running the restaurant.
Mariana resided in southern California. She was divorced and worked a neonatal clinical nurse specialist. She and her only c***d, Micah, would also be in attendance.
Jose pulled up to the Federally Qualified Health Center where he practiced. He headed inside as he thought what a shame it was his other brothers were too opposed to Ashanti being herself to even travel up to see their elderly mother. He harbored no hatred that neither offered any money to help support her or to pay for her annual round trip flight to see her relatives in Acapulco and the surrounding areas. Well, maybe just a little resentment.
Down in Liberia, Costa Rica, Pedro sat back on a poorly cushioned time-worn couch. A pale-skinned sissy with a warm olive undertone crouched on the tile floor. Pedro’s copper, calloused hands tussled the fifty-something punk’s dark hair. “Suck it,” he ordered. He fondled the chestacles and remarked, “I love your boi titties! Bend over!”
The faggot stood and put his generous 44-inch ass in the air.
Pedro smacked the wiggling derriere hard. He dove in with his 9-¼-inch dick.
“Owwwww,” yelped the bottom bitch.
“Take this big dick, bitch,” Pedro demanded.
Pedro pounded with little concern for the pussyboy’s well-being.
The chubby prissy motherfucker screamed and writhed.
“You know you like it,” he howled.
“Si, senor,” whined the sissy.
Ashanti sat at her desk and waited as the teacher handed out the history exams. She flipped through the stapled papers reviewing the questions. She went back to the first page and began answering the multiple choice questions. She would tackle the essay questions last.
“Hey, papa,” Ashanti smiled.
“Papa! Can I get $20,” Gavin asked.
“For what?”
“I wanna buy this old game from Tyler.”
“Sure,” Jose pulled out his wallet.
“What about me,” Ashanti glared at him.
“What about you,” the father chuckled.
“I want some,” she held out the palm of her hand.
He gently slapped it with his. He grinned.
“You’re so mean,” she hissed.
“Really now?”
“Yes, really.”
“Ashanti, calm down,” chided her mother. “Your dad and I spending quite a bit on your quince.”
“Uggghhhh,” the honoree huffed.
“Ha ha,” her brother taunted her.
“Gavin, be quiet and go get your bag. Now,” directed Christina with a serious tone. “Sweetie,” she softened her voice. “When does Pedro get in?”
“I don’t remember. I know it’s Friday afternoon though,” the psychiatrist admitted.
“I know that too. Please find out today and text me.”
“Si, mi coronel,” he joked.
“Just do it.”
Jose headed out to his car. He placed a call to his brother Pedro who now lived in Costa Rica. They spoke in Spanish.
“Que pasa, Jose,” the man answered.
“I was just calling to confirm what time your flight arrives.”
“4:18 p.m.”
“Good deal! How are you?”
“I’m good. You?”
“Good!”
“See you soon, little brother.”
Unbeknownst to Jose, his older brother was eager to get off the phone because the plumber was visiting the home of a mature, big booty faggot with nice moobs.
Pedro had taken the news of Ashanti’s gender transition in a neutral manner unlike their other two brothers. Pedro was coming to the quinceañera as well their sisters, Nathalie and Mariana.
Nathalie lived in Ciudad Acuna in northern Mexico on the border of Del Rio, TX. She and her husband, Hal Long ran a cafe on the American side frequented by border patrol agents and the numerous airmen that came to Laughlin AFB for pilot training. Hal was a natural-born American citizen as were their three k**s. They chose to live on the Mexico side due to lower cost of living.
Nathalie was coming to celebration with her youngest, Alexa. Hal would hold down the fort running the restaurant.
Mariana resided in southern California. She was divorced and worked a neonatal clinical nurse specialist. She and her only c***d, Micah, would also be in attendance.
Jose pulled up to the Federally Qualified Health Center where he practiced. He headed inside as he thought what a shame it was his other brothers were too opposed to Ashanti being herself to even travel up to see their elderly mother. He harbored no hatred that neither offered any money to help support her or to pay for her annual round trip flight to see her relatives in Acapulco and the surrounding areas. Well, maybe just a little resentment.
Down in Liberia, Costa Rica, Pedro sat back on a poorly cushioned time-worn couch. A pale-skinned sissy with a warm olive undertone crouched on the tile floor. Pedro’s copper, calloused hands tussled the fifty-something punk’s dark hair. “Suck it,” he ordered. He fondled the chestacles and remarked, “I love your boi titties! Bend over!”
The faggot stood and put his generous 44-inch ass in the air.
Pedro smacked the wiggling derriere hard. He dove in with his 9-¼-inch dick.
“Owwwww,” yelped the bottom bitch.
“Take this big dick, bitch,” Pedro demanded.
Pedro pounded with little concern for the pussyboy’s well-being.
The chubby prissy motherfucker screamed and writhed.
“You know you like it,” he howled.
“Si, senor,” whined the sissy.
Ashanti sat at her desk and waited as the teacher handed out the history exams. She flipped through the stapled papers reviewing the questions. She went back to the first page and began answering the multiple choice questions. She would tackle the essay questions last.
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