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Home Sweet Home ch.5
🕑 Added 2024-05-14 18:30:01 +0000 UTCDinner proceeded in a calm atmosphere. Harry sensed a tension similar to what he had felt that morning and suspected that family meals were not a regular occurrence before his return. Astoria ate quietly, Daphne had her phone out, and their mother seemed distracted. "This is good, Mom," he said.
"Hmm?" Bellatrix blinked a few times, as if coming out of a dream. "Thank you, Harry. I can make it more often if you'd like?"
"Who cares what he wants?" Daphne muttered.
Harry kicked one of her legs under the table. Daphne kicked him back. Bellatrix sighed, and Astoria stared at her plate.
"Astoria," Bellatrix said. "Did you talk to Harry about your homework?"
"A little," Astoria replied.
"She said she needed help with her computer. It was offline earlier, but I fixed it for her."
"That was nice of Harry," Bellatrix said.
Astoria nodded, and not much more was said during the meal. Harry helped his mother clear the table and load the dishwasher.
"It's really good to have you home, Harry." Bellatrix touched his arm as he put plates on the shelf. "I love you."
"I love you too, Mom," he replied. "It's good to be home."
She hugged him from behind and kissed his cheek. A warm shiver ran through him, and his mind flashed back to wrestling on the couch with Daphne, and even earlier, pressed against Astoria while working on her computer. The common element in all these awkwardly hot situations was apparently him.
He needed to get laid. Badly. Moreover, he needed to find a girlfriend who would give him some practice so he could move beyond his own issues and insecurities. It seemed like such a stupid problem, especially if it was complicating his relationships with his family.
He had no choice but to head upstairs after finishing the dishes. He wished everyone goodnight and went to bed.
"Not asleep yet?"
Harry slowly descended the stairs late at night. He saw Daphne sitting on the couch in a baggy t-shirt, lit only by the TV. She held a game console and was playing Super Smash Bros again.
"Yeah," she whispered. "I couldn't sleep. Want to play one more round?"
"I don't know." He stifled a yawn but took a step closer to the couch. "It's pretty late."
"I'll make it interesting." Daphne shifted to the side, making room for him with a teasing smile. "Winner makes the loser do whatever they want."
"What?"
"You heard me."
He couldn't resist. "Whatever I want?"
"Sure, but you won't beat me, so it doesn't matter."
He returned her smile and picked up the controller, already feeling a strange excitement. Daphne had made him an intriguing offer, but she was also his sister, and the game and its deal seemed like an obvious trap. One he unfortunately couldn't resist. Harry felt his heart beat a little faster as the countdown began and the battle started.
Daphne was good, but not as good as she had been earlier that night. Harry wondered if she might be tired, or maybe he had extra motivation now that the stakes were higher. Daphne looked visibly frustrated when he managed to kill her for the first time.
"Not bad." She shifted on the couch and rested her feet on his lap. "But it's not over yet."
Harry blinked, suddenly unable to focus. Daphne had taken off her socks, which seemed odd given how cold it was. She wiggled her toes, brushing them directly over his crotch.
"Hey," he said as she picked up the invincibility star. "Not fair."
"All's fair, Harryy-kun."
Her foot began to move. Harry groaned as he felt himself getting hard but never lost focus. Daphne started making soft sounds as he beat her, sexy and drawn-out sighs and murmurs. Her foot never stopped moving, and her big toe slid along the length of his erection as he reached full hardness. There was no way she couldn't feel it.
But in the end, he won. He looked at Daphne, smiling but unsure, as the post-battle stats appeared. "I won," he said.
"Maybe. It doesn’t matter."
“So now you have to do what I want," he said. The tension in the room was palpable.
"Yes." Daphne moved closer to him on the couch. "But I think I already know what you want."
He couldn’t believe it... but he could. His sister was a total slut, a shameless hussy, and he had overlooked it only because her bitchiness overshadowed it. He reached out and touched her cheek, his thumb gliding just below her lower lip. He began to guide her face downward, toward his crotch, and she let out another sexy sound, and then...
Harry's phone alarm went off. He groaned and smacked it with his hand, irritated beyond measure. For the first time, he remembered every detail of the dream he had just woken from. Which was unfortunate, considering how messed up it was.
He tried to push it out of his mind, but that only made the details even more vivid. He at least wanted to get rid of the morning chill, but the idea of trying to tear himself away from pornography or his own imagination seemed to give the dreams even more illicit power.
He focused on slow breathing, preparing his outfit for the day. Most of his clothes were still downstairs in the laundry, and he settled on sweatpants and a worn but serviceable sweatshirt. He paused to contemplate the remote he found on his desk.
The fact that finding batteries for it was still at the top of his priority list made him stop and reflect on how aimless his life had become. He thought of his absent father, entirely detached from the family situation. Harry was at the opposite end of the spectrum, at home and growing increasingly obsessed.
He put the remote in his pocket and went downstairs. Daphne was in the kitchen, thankfully dressed in real clothes, staring at the countertop with her phone in hand.
"Good morning, Harry," she said.
"Good morning, Daphne," he replied, looking for coffee. "Any plans for today?"
"None of your business," she said, though her voice was gentle.
Bellatrix and Astoria arrived shortly after. Bellatrix was dressed in a business skirt and blouse, while Astoria was back in her school uniform. Harry stared at his younger sister, his mind drifting back to the dream he had just awoken from. Astoria blushed, perhaps noticing his attention.
"Good morning, Harry," Bellatrix said. "Good morning, Daphne."
Daphne grunted, still focused on her phone. Astoria sat down at the table and began eating a bowl of actual cereal. Harry watched her again, noticing how she pursed her lips while eating and the delicate, decent movements of her hand as she brushed a few stray strands of red hair from her face.
"Harry?" Bellatrix asked. "I noticed you took your bike out of the storage."
"Yes," he replied. "I thought I could use a better way to get around town than walking. Do you think you could pick up Astoria from school today? I have a meeting that might last until three."
"Yeah, no problem." He smiled at Astoria, amused by how she simultaneously smiled back and looked away. "Can't she just take the bus? Not that I mind, I'm just curious."
Astoria shrugged. "I don't like buses."
"Alright. I could use an excuse to ride around town on my bike anyway."
"Could you park at the church parking lot?" Astoria asked in a quiet voice. "The one across from the school."
"Sure."
Harry accepted the coffee as his mother finally finished brewing it and brought him a cup. He took a sip and allowed himself to relax.
Astoria and Bellatrix left a few minutes later. Daphne returned to her room. Harry spent most of the morning working out in the basement gym, which had been expanded during his absence. His dad had kept a pool table on one side of the basement, but it had either been given away or sold, replaced by a mat that his mother likely used for yoga.
The gym equipment was top-notch, including a bench press with a stack of weights. Harry did a few squats, some deadlifts, and several sets with dumbbells, not caring that his body was still somewhat tired. He finished his workout around noon and took a shower. When he went downstairs, Daphne was in the kitchen.
"Hey Harryy-kun," she said. "I'm craving ice cream, and we're out."
"Do I look like your DoorDash driver?"
"Don't be a jerk. I'll give you money for it. Please?" She leaned forward, pouting in a way that reminded Harry too much of his dream.
Harry sighed. "What flavor?"
"Cookies and cream. Thanks, bro."
She handed him some money, and he left. It was a glorious autumn day, the air crisp and cool, and the sky a clear blue. Harry rolled his bike out of the garage, revving the engine as he rode through Surrey.
He decided to head downtown, through an area with various shops. It was an eclectic mix of businesses, from a tattoo parlor and an antique shop to a pawnshop and a local clothing boutique. There was also a small electronics store, Ryan's Retro Repair, one of the dying breeds that offered repairs for almost anything.
He walked inside and was greeted by the sight of a tan young man watching an anime movie or series with subtitles on a monitor, while simultaneously opening an original grey GameBoy. Harry looked around for batteries and approached the counter.
"Hey," he said. "Are you Ryan?"
"No, I'm Lorenzo."
"Shouldn't it be Lorenzo's Repair then?" Harry joked.
"You should take that up with the owner, which isn't me," Lorenzo said. "What can I help you with?"
"Do you sell watch batteries here?" Harry asked.
"What type?" Lorenzo asked. "Or if you have the watch with you, just show it to me."
Harry briefly considered showing him the remote before opting for basic discretion. The last thing he wanted was to have to explain anything in context, and lying seemed like too much effort.
"About this big," he said, pinching his fingers together. "Tiny, small discs."
Lorenzo nodded and opened a drawer behind the counter. Harry stared at one of the most impressive messes he'd ever seen in a two-by-three-foot space. Lorenzo slid his hand down, rummaged around for a few seconds, and pulled out a pack of four watch batteries sealed in plastic. Brand new. "Here you go." He tossed them on the counter. "Take them."
"How much?"
"Just take them," Lorenzo said. "They're three bucks a pack, and we don't sell them here anyway. They're just a few lying around that I don't need."
Harry raised his eyebrows. "Cool. Thanks, man. You sure?"
"Yeah, don't worry about it," Lorenzo said. "Just remember Ryan if you need anything repaired."
"I still think it should be called Lorenzo's," Harry said. They chatted for a few minutes about anime. Harry had watched all the popular shows when he was younger, which earned him a nickname from Daphne. Lorenzo had good taste, for the most part.
"Take it easy, Lorenzo," Harry said, finally leaving.
"You too."
Harry still had time before picking up Astoria, so he went to the park and sat in the sun. The idea of going for a longer ride appealed to him, but his bank account was running on fumes, and his bike would be too if he rode around carelessly. He suspected his next move, assuming he stayed in the area, would be to look for a job.
He ended up getting to Astoria's school a bit early and parked his bike at the church parking lot. This was a different school, one his father insisted on instead of the local private school of much higher standard. He took off his helmet and leaned back, enjoying the weather. Students started coming out a few minutes after three.
Harry was just about to go looking for her when the sound of heavy footsteps, accompanied by a throat clearing, interrupted his peace.
"You can't park your bike there," said a man in a harsh, smoker's voice.
Harry dismounted and turned to see a tall priest dressed in black with a white collar. He was completely bald and had a peculiar scar on his shiny head.
"I'm just picking someone up from school," Harry said. "I'll be five minutes, I promise."
He spotted Astoria coming out of the school. She exited through the side doors, not the front, where most of the students were streaming out in search of their cars, buses, or after-school activities. He still wondered why she wasn’t involved in any club or team, something that could keep her busy and socially engaged.
"This is private property!" barked the priest. "No bikers allowed! Catch them!"
"Calm down," Harry said. "I'm leaving..."
He trailed off when he noticed Astoria wasn't alone. A group of teenagers around her age, all in uniform, followed her, mostly girls but at least one boy walking backward right in front of her. Harry felt a brief, strange flash of brotherly jealousy, but the situation quickly revealed itself to be something else.
One of the girls behind Astoria sneaked forward and tugged at the straps of her backpack. The boy grabbed the bag and quickly tossed it to one of the other girls. Astoria stopped, looking at her bag with a defeated expression for a few seconds before lowering her gaze to her feet.
Harry felt a cold, creeping anger rising within him.
"I'll call a tow truck!" the priest snarled. "Stupid kids always trying to park here instead of at the school where they should! Don’t test me, I’ll tow you! I guarantee it!"
One of the girls unzipped Astoria's bag and dumped its contents onto the sidewalk. Harry's fury blazed.
"Touch my damn bike, and I might do something worthy of confession, Father," he said, turning to look the priest in the face. "I'm picking up my sister and then I'm leaving. Deal with it."
The priest growled, his face turning a shade of pinkish-red, veins popping on his forehead. "God have mercy on your soul!"
Harry turned back to see Astoria gathering her things, the group of bullies already gone. Other students were still hurrying by, kicking her lunchbox and stepping on her notebooks.
He knew what Astoria had asked, but he couldn't stop himself from getting back on his bike and riding straight to her. He parked in the school's pickup lane and turned off the engine.
"Hey."
He expected her to scold him for not listening, but she didn’t. She looked at him, clearly trying to stay composed, and then broke down in tears. Harry gathered the rest of her things and hugged her tightly.
"Let's get you home," he whispered.
