My Ex-Stepfather

Chapter 34

Angel-

"So the real question is...... How big is he?"

"Jerica!" I scold my best friend as I toss clothes into the washer, after Harry had seen me I made myself busy so he just left for the grocery store without saying anything.

"No, really. Is it curved?" She asks and I roll my eyes.

"Not that I could see."

"Does his tip match his lips?" Jerica asks in a hushed voice.

"Yes- Fuck you!! Why are you asking me this shit? You're supposed to say how wrong it was and that I should just forget it." I rant as she chuckles.

"It's not wrong and forget what?" She questions.

Forget the way my name rolled off his tongue as he came, forget the way he bit his lip as his high approached, forget the way it made me feel seeing him like that.

I wanted to be on my knees in front of him, for him to bend me over in the shower and pound into me endlessly. "I don't know if I can do this." I sigh as I lean back against the machine.

"So get even, rub one out when Ari is asleep. Maybe he'll walk in and be just as mind fucked as you." She suggests and I roll my eyes, "Maybe not today because that makes it seem deliberate but in the future, if he walks in.. cool. If not hey at least get yourself off right?"

"Why are we friends?"

"Because you fucking love the shit out of me." She retorts and I giggle.

"How am I supposed to face him after that?" I huff and pull myself from the machine as the vibration wasn't helping my aching core, hey maybe we can do it-

"Just act like nothing happened, I mean it's normal right. He has a dick, it gets hard and he rubs one out. Just be chill about it." Jerica suggests and I shake my head.

I lost my chill the second I saw him naked.

"Angel?" Ari calls from upstairs.

"Hey, I've gotta go. Ari is awake. I'll call you later."

"Alright, hope my little man feels better and Angel?... Just don't over think things ok?" She pleads.

"I'll try to, love you." I reply before hitting end call and running upstairs, "How you feeling Ari?" I ask my little brother who's sitting at the dining table.

"I'm hungry," He whines softly. I kiss his head before grabbing him some apple juice and crackers, "I never want to eat pizza ever again." He sighs as he leans his head against my chest. "Where's daddy?"

"He's just getting some groceries, he should be back soon." I say as I sit across from him as he snacks timidly, Ari was quiet and I could tell he was still tired. By the time he was done his eyes began to close, "Why don't you go lay down on the couch and watch cartoons?" I offer, he shakes his head before walking off sleepily as I cleaned up after him.

Minutes later the door from the garage opens and Harry comes in carrying more bags then I had ever seen one human carry, "There's more." Harry says as he sets them down.

"Need some help?"

"No but you can start putting everything away, the kitchen is pretty self explanatory." He shrugs before walking back outside.

He was right, his kitchen was meticulously organized and very easy for me to put things away. Once Harry brought in the second load of bags he began to help me put it all away, he had gotten everything possible including some extra chocolatey ice cream that immediately started calling my name. We kept running into each other in the large kitchen and I end up tripping over some oranges, large hands grip my waist keeping me from falling to the ground.

"Thanks." I whisper as I look up at him, he looks away and runs his hands through his hair sheepishly.

"Um, I just wanted to say thank you for not making it awkward this morning when you saw-" He mumbles but I press my hand against his chest and smile.

"It's alright Harry, we all do it.