Home Sweet Home ch.24 (Patreon)

Few feelings could compare to stepping out of the bathroom after receiving an enthusiastic blowjob. Harry wore a wide smile on his face, but he tempered it when he saw Narcissa waiting at the counter, looking patient but slightly bored. She picked up the remote, pressed the power button, and a green light came on.

"It wasn’t a hard fix," she said. "The LED is wired in a strange way, so if it fails, the whole thing fails. I just replaced it."

"Awesome." He chuckled and met her gaze, searching for any signs of acknowledgment of what had just happened. "So, it’s all set?"

"It should even still be paired with the vibrator it originally came with, assuming its charge hasn’t expired," Narcissa said.

"Perfect." He felt her fingers brush his as she handed it to him. "How much do I owe you?"

"Forty dollars." Narcissa smiled at his surprised reaction. "For labor costs. I’m sure you understand. It’s still cheaper than buying a new one."

He wondered if "labor costs" were simply a euphemism for "glory hole fee." It was more than he expected to spend, but he charged it to his card and was still in a good mood as he left.

Lorenzo immediately perked up when he returned to Ryan's Retro Repair. Harry smiled and took his time walking up to the counter.

"Did you find out about the glory hole?" Lorenzo asked. "What was it like? Got any details?"

Harry hesitated, wondering what he should say. "I think you'll be pleasantly surprised if you try it yourself."

"Seriously?" Lorenzo grabbed his shoulders with an intensity that was a bit too much. "Is it real? Tell me everything!"

"I've already said all I wanted to say." Harry raised his hands, almost regretting he hadn't said even less. It felt like bad practice advertising knowledge of such a treasure, but he had made a deal. "Do you have the stuff you promised me?"

"Here." Lorenzo placed a small cardboard box on the counter. "This is the button camera. It has a small wire that runs to a battery to give you more options for hiding it. You can pair it with your phone. The same goes for this tracking tag. It relies on Bluetooth and pinging other devices to know where it is, so if you're tracking someone in the woods, it won't be much help."

Harry nodded slowly. "I'm not sure yet where I'll be tracking. Thanks."

"Yeah. Good luck."

"Hey, Lorenzo," he said as he was about to leave. "My friend might want to get back at his cheating girlfriend. Any advice on that?"

"Burn her car, Harry." "Jesus Christ."

"I'm kidding," Lorenzo said. "Houses are usually easier to set on fire. Cars are harder to ignite."

Harry assumed Lorenzo was joking and biked home. It was early afternoon, so as soon as he got inside, he headed to the kitchen. There wasn't much to snack on, so he settled for another pop tart, which he tossed into the toaster to lightly crisp it.

"Did you take my salt and vinegar chips?" Daphne walked into the kitchen, dressed in comfortable clothes, her hair slightly damp as if she had just taken a bath. Harry's gaze was drawn to her chest, the way her nipples were clearly visible through the white shirt she wore, which only covered half her stomach.

"Damn. Harry shook his head. "Sorry. I completely forgot."

"You're a worthless servant." Daphne sighed dramatically, then smiled at him. "Well, it looks like you'll have to make me some cookies instead."

"Do I look like a baker?"

Daphne stepped closer, invading his personal space as a power play. It annoyed him as much as it excited him.

"You look like someone being blackmailed," she said softly. "You look like a pervert who decided to stick his dick in his own damn sister."

"Careful," he said, matching the intensity of her tone. "Push me too far, and I might just push back."

"Do it. See what happens."

They stared at each other in a tense, intriguing silence. Harry thought of Astoria and knew he cared more about protecting her than about telling Daphne to back off.

"What flavor?" he asked.

"Oatmeal chocolate chip," Daphne replied.

"Didn't Mom make some last night?"

"I want them fresh, straight from the oven."

"God," he hissed. "You are such a..."

"What was that, Harryy-kun?" She tilted her head and stepped even closer. "You sure you want to finish that sentence?"

He bit his tongue, which was easier than he expected. He wanted to grab her and push her away more than he wanted to say something like that, or maybe just grab her and... well, he wasn't sure. It seemed his body had its own ideas, and he was too aware of how she smelled.

He reminded himself he had the camera, the tracker, and even the remote. He would get even with her someday, but for now, he had to wait.

"I'll make you those damn cookies," he said.

"Good boy." Daphne yawned exaggeratedly and stretched, causing her shirt to ride up and expose her belly button. "I'll be in my room. Bring me some when they're done."

Luckily, there was still some cookie dough in the fridge, so Harry spooned it onto a baking sheet and preheated the oven. His mother and Astoria weren't home yet, and Daphne retreated upstairs. Harry leaned against the counter, his thoughts drifting to the glory hole and Narcissa, the vibrator, and the remote.

He heard the front door open. Astoria came in first, kicking off her shoes and dropping her book bag by the door. She smiled when she saw him, glancing around to make sure the living room was empty before hugging him tightly. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips before stepping back.

"Someone's happy to see me," he said, smiling.

"Very happy," Astoria said. "Daphne didn't give you too much trouble today, did she?"

"Nothing I couldn't handle. How was school?"

"Good. Mom drove me home." Astoria stepped closer and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Did you get the stuff?"

He was about to answer when Bellatrix walked in and closed the door. She mimicked Astoria's way of taking off her shoes, down to where each heel landed as it slipped off. Like mother, like daughter.

"I'm so glad to be home," their mother said with a sigh. "I swear, except for the lunch break, today was one headache after another."

"Welcome back," Harry said. "What happened during lunch?"

Bellatrix smiled and shrugged oddly. "I met a friend."

He nodded, but his curiosity got the better of him. "A male friend or a female friend?"

Bellatrix laughed. "A female friend. Is that condescension I hear in your tone? It's nice to finally have a man in the house again."

He smiled and shrugged. The fact that she didn't seem to consider his father fitting that category was not surprising, given how rarely he was home. 

"Baking cookies?" she asked.

"Yeah," he replied. "Were you planning on using the oven for dinner?"

"No, just surprised," Bellatrix said. "I'm not used to anyone but me doing the cooking. I'd love some cookies when they're done."

He put them in the oven, then headed to his room. Astoria followed, lying on the bed while he sat at his desk. He frowned and started shaking his head.

"Everything's fine as long as we don't close the door," Astoria said. "Or, you know. We don't do anything stupid. Where are the things?"

"In the bag under your feet. Be ready to hide them if you hear Daphne coming."

"I know." There was a hint of bratty little sister in her voice, but she smiled as she began rummaging through the equipment he had spent all day gathering. "We'll set up the camera tonight. I suppose we could put the tracker in her purse, but she usually keeps it close. It might be hard to find a moment to slip it in."

"Tomorrow morning would be best," Harry said. "When she's in the shower. She doesn't take her purse into the bathroom."

"Good idea." Astoria smiled and stretched out on the bed, rolling onto her stomach so her school uniform skirt rode up. "What about the remote?"

"I fixed it." He smiled and pulled it out of his pocket. "According to the woman at the store, it should still be paired with the vibrator it's connected to, assuming it's still charged. Which it should be, considering there's no way to turn it on without the remote."

"Nice logic," Astoria said. "Wait, what store?"

"Better By Night." He walked over to the bed and sat on it, feeling a strange increase in tension. "It's an adult toy store."

"Right." Astoria stared at the remote in his hand, fascination evident on her face. "So if the vibrator is in Daphne's room, you could turn it on right now?"

"I don't think it would work at this distance, but who knows?" He smiled and, for fun, pressed the power button, then one of the numbers to set the vibrator's intensity.

A vibrating sound seemed to come from beneath Astoria. She gasped, rolled to her side, and pulled out her phone.

"I'm getting a call," she said. "It's from school. Probably an automated message about depositing the yearbook fee. What?"

He shook his head, releasing the breath he'd been holding. "Nothing."