Your relationship with Remus was complicated. He had come into your life rather late and his sudden relationship with your mother and frequent presence in your home made you hostile at first and you had to admit you were quite rude at the start. You would send glares his when he smiled at you, roll your eyes and walk away when he’d enter a room you were in, and speak over him when he attempted to start or partake in conversations. Remus would simply let out a sigh and smile at you anyway. Your mother never agreed with your rude behavior and often scolded you for it but it didn’t stop you. Things began to escalate when your mother came home with a flashy engagement ring on her left hand. An ugly feeling grew in your belly as you tried your best to plaster an excited expression onto your face. You struggled to identify the feeling but it always seemed to find you in the presence of your new stepfather. Remus walked in a few minutes later, greeting you as he always did and you huffed and rolled your eyes when your mother looked away, though you couldn’t ignore the tingling in your belly as you felt his stare linger on you.
You most often saw your stepfather late at night in the kitchen. You were both late night snackers and would often run into each other. Tonight, you skipped down the stairs, a simple silk nightgown concealing your body and bunny slippers keeping your feet warm. You were on a mission to find the ice cream, your mother often hid it, claiming you were ruining your teeth. You pranced straight towards the freezer and stuck your head in, bending slightly to get a better view. A few seconds later you head a cough, “what are up to, sweetheart?”
You instantly recognized his raspy voice and you heaved a sigh, removing your gaze from the freezer and you sent a particularly annoyed glare towards your stepfather. He began referring to you as sweetheart after he moved in, you had to admit it brought forth the lingering warmth that always sat in the pit of your stomach when he was near, though you still scowled whenever you heard it. “Nothing,” you replied curtly.
“Doesn’t look like nothing, sweetheart,” he said, setting down his sandwich and moving towards you. Your stepfather stopped just before the cloth of his sweatpants grazed your fingers resting at your sides. Your heartbeat pounded in your chest his proximity and you refused to look up at him, instead keeping your eyes on his chest in front of you. “Need any help, hm?”
You shook your head, accidentally moving your eyes south and catching a glimpse at his bulge. You snapped your gaze to the side with the a small gasp, “N-no, thank you.”
“‘Thank you’,” he chuckled, he grasped your chin and lifted your heated face up to look at him, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say that to me in the entire time I’ve know you. Is something wrong?”
You shook your head again and turned to close the freezer. “Lost my appetite is all.”
“Oh, I don’t think you’ve lost it at all, sweetheart,” he gripped your wrist when you tried to walk away. “I just think y’hungry for something else,” he placed your hand on his growing bulge and you looked up at him wide-eyed and scandalized.
“Come on, sweetheart, I know how you feel about me. Why don’t we do something about it, hm?” Your struggling to think straight, was this feeling you’ve had all along attraction for your stepfather?
You couldn’t think of anything to say but you kissed your stepfather eagerly as soon as you felt his lips upon yours. He tasted like mint and smelled of whiskey and smoke. It was intoxicating. You pushed yourself against him as closely as you could and wrapped your hands around his neck and lifted yourself onto your toes to get a better angle. He kissed you just as eagerly, shoving his tongue into your mouth harshly and lifted your nightgown up to your waist and slide his hands into your panties to squeeze the soft flesh of your ass roughly, digging his nails in and spreading your cheeks before slapping it. The sound echoed through the kitchen and you let out a whine. You felt his cock harden against your pussy and you jolted upwards, creating friction. You both moaned into each others mouths and separated, breathing heavily.
“On your knees,” he demanded, moving his hands from your ass to your shoulders, forcing you down. You stared up at him as you pushed his pants down, moving your head back as his hard cock sprang up and hit his stomach. You stared at it mesmerized, never having seen one as big and thick. You licked your lips and gave it a small kiss at the tip, it twitched as you pulled away.
“Don’t tease, sweetheart,” he said through his teeth, his hands found your hair and he gripped it roughly and shoved your open mouth onto his hard leaking length. You tasted his bitter precum on your tongue and immediately became obsessed with the flavor. You sucked in his tip eagerly, lapping up all of his juices happily, moaning around him. He grunted and thrusted into your mouth and you gagged at his cock prodding at the back of your throat.
You fought the urge to gag again and began breathing through your nose as he fucked your face harshly. You felt tears in your eyes and they rushed down your face quickly as you stared up into your stepfathers eyes. “You’re such a good girl, sweetheart. S’good for daddy aren’t you.”
You hummed around him in agreement and he let out a breathy moan. You began meeting his thrusts as he got himself off in your mouth. You were so entranced by his cock you didn’t hear your mothers footsteps. Remus froze, halting his movements and pulling your head back by your hair. You resisted and stayed glued to his length, his pubic hair tickling your nose.
“Get off,” Remus growls lowly, his grip your hair tightening. Your mothers footsteps continue above your heads, likely looking for her husband but you and your stepdad are preoccupied in the kitchen. “Now, sweetheart.”
You shake your head and swallow around his length, his full length snug in your throat and Remus resists the urge to look at you. He holds in a grunt and your mothers footsteps are heard on the staircase. Remus thrusts especially hard and your head hits the cabinet behind you. You pull away from his cock and stop yourself from gagging, you’re stare up at him, pouting and teary eyed and he glares down at you, “Go. You don’t want your mother to see you being a desperate little whore for your stepdaddy, do you?”