As soon as I open the doorway, I go upstairs and into my room. I take my shoes off and leave my bag on the floor.
It was a long day at school.
I waited the bus for about forty-five minutes in the pouring rain - alone. Of course, Harry would've picked me up, but he's out of town until tonight late at night.
I prepare a hot shower and get in. I'm afraid I've might got a cold - whatever, Harry will take care of me.
Harry.
My mind always finds a way to think about him, daydream about him. My handsome daddy — mine and only mine. If only he knew how much I love him, how much I want to be his.
I feel my body relax at the thought of him and at the contact with the hot water. I slowly wash my hair and body, and enjoy the moment.
Daddy. He's all I can think about. I want to touch him, kiss him, make him feel good.
Stop.
I need to stop it. I can't be doing this, not anymore. He's my stepdad, I'm his daughter. It, also, would be illegal - at least until two weeks.
Just two weeks...but it still would be wrong. Smoking is wrong, drinking is wrong, stealing is wrong, yet people continue doing it. Then, why shouldn't Harry and I give it a try and do something that is wrong?
After all, almost everything we do is wrong.
I want Harry, I desire him. Even if it's wrong, or illegal, or fucked up. I need him. I've been deeply in love with him ever since I first saw him, and I can't take it anymore.
I get up from the bathtub, grab a towel and go into my room. I check the messages on my phone.
6:30 pm
Harry: My love, I'll arrive home late. I'm sorry - I'll see you in the morning. Love you xx
Me: please come home
Harry: What's wrong?
Me: I want you and I need you daddy
Harry: I'm on my way.
I change into a pair of pajamas, the sexiest pair I own. Innocent and cute – short shorts and a shirt.
I wait an hour until I hear the doorway opening and a pair of boots against the floor, then into the staircase. Excitement running through my veins.
I watch the door of my bedroom slowly opening.
"Baby?"
