-EXTREME SMUT- Step Daddy's Candy

Dinner Party

Andy.

I laid on the mattress, flabbergasted at how fast he'd disappeared. Our kiss didn't feel real, it made my heart ache. I thought this was pure lust but, I might've been wrong.

Harry.

I wiped my lips with the back of my hand as I slowly made my way down the stairs. I needed to rid myself of the pins and needles that had gathered there. This was so wrong and I needed to snap out of this fantasy that I'd created about the child.

Child.
Child.
Child.

"Harry, did you want to help me cook dinner?"

Her child.

I looked at her. She was smiling at me, so unaware of what had taken places just moments ago.

Her child.

"Sure," I gave a weak smile.

I made my way to her. Jake was on the couch in the living room watching something on the television. Sofia cocked her head at me.

Her child.

"You alright, baby?" She whispered.

I answered her with a kiss. Nothing. No pins and needles. No fireworks. I deepened our kiss, locking our lips and gently sucking on her bottom one. She chuckled against my lips, the sound making my skin crawl.

Her child.

I pulled away. I looked in her blue eyes, a shadow of brown ones coming into my vision like a kaleidoscope.

"Ha," she let out one single weak laugh, before her face dropped.

"Harry, seriously, is everything alright?" She whispered. "Is there something we need to talk about?"

I turned and walked towards the stairs, my vision going blurry.

"Harry" I heard Sofia's faint voice as I rushed up the spiral case and pushed the bathroom door open, slamming it behind me and dropping to my knees at the toilet bowl. I gagged into it, my eyes filling with tears.

Pedophile.

I gagged again, this time a foul liquid following.

Dirty, disgusting pedophile.

I cried into the bowl, feeling slightly pathetic at what an emotional wreck I'd become. Her golden hair flashed in my mind.

"Andy.." I whispered.

I heard a knock at the door. My head snapped up to it as tears streamed down my cheeks. I could feel my eyes go wide as I thought of explanations to give Sofia.

"Harry?" I heard Andy's voice speak softly behind the door. "Can I come in?"

I couldn't speak.

"No it's alright, Mum" she called down the stairs, "I've got it."

No you don't.

"Harry, I'm opening the door."

I shook my head. But alas, the door gently swung open, the beautiful angel stepping in. She leaned her back against the door to close it and her eyes made their way to my tearful ones. I could see her's fill with worry. Did she care about me too?