-EXTREME SMUT- Step Daddy's Candy

Cry Little Girl

Andy.

'Go go go' Harry mouthed, quickly jumping off the bed. He clutched the sheets, ready to rip them off before I'd even stood up. I was in a panic, not thinking about that I should've been rushing to hide in my room by now.

Harry suddenly grabbed my wrist, pulling me up. "Get out now," he said lowly, eyebrows furrowed and eyes dark.

I nodded and, without saying another word, stepped out of our newly christened room. I rushed to my bedroom silently as I heard the rustling of shopping bags and my mother's voice speaking cheerfully to Jake. I closed my door behind me, muffling the sounds. I made my way to my mirror and looked at my unrecognisable reflection.

My blonde hair was dishevelled, slight broken up curls hanging over my shoulders. I could see a sheen of moisture on my inner thighs, proof of what Harry had just done to me. My crotchless panties wear soaked, and one of my thigh stocking had a long ladder up the inner side. I smiled, satisfied.

Harry.

I quickly shoved the sheets into a washing hamper in the corner of Sofia's bedroom. What had I just done? How could I have let this happen? I needed to start ignoring Andy completely. I couldn't look at her from now on, it was too risky.

I quickly splashed water on my face in the ensuite, then threw my joggers and a clean white T-shirt on. I went back to the mirror and sighed at my reflection, feeling slightly disgusted at what was looking back at me.

I knew I had to face Sofia now; her and Jake had just arrived at home. They must've come back earlier than expected, three hours couldn't have possibly passed since they left.

I walk out of Sofia's room and down the stairs to be greeted by my fiancé and Jake putting away groceries in the kitchen. Sofia turns and smiles at me.

"Hey, darling," she pecks my cheek, "could you help Jake with those?"

She points to a bag of all kinds of sweets. Marshmallows, chocolates, jelly lollies and soft drinks.

"What's all this for?" I hold up some of the packets, raising an eyebrow at Sofia.

"Oh, I forgot to call you on the way back. I ran into a few friends of Andy's at the store," I became nervous by her words, "they asked if they could visit her tonight. I do hope that's alright with you. She just seemed so quiet last night, thought she'd like some company."

Sofia finished her explanation with a smile and a nod and continued unpacking the plastic bags.

"Right. Should be fun for her," I spoke quietly.

Jake looked pleased at Sofia's plans for her daughter. He was shoving the sweets away with a triumphant look on his young face. I needed to chat to him about this, probably before Andy's friends arrived.

"What time are they coming exactly?" I questioned.

Sofia turned to me "I think 6:30 tonight, in time for dinner. That's why I've got all this!" She held up black foam trays of meat covered with cling wrap from the grocery store. She seems pleased with her organisation. "Although I should let her know so she can prepare her room."

Glancing at the clock, 3pm. It had been four hours since they left; how is that possible? I had a shameful idea that I couldn't seem to stop myself from carrying out.