Elijah was sat at his computer, editing another of his beloved father's YouTube videos. This was the thing that calmed him down when his mummy was being aids; staring at his sweet, beautiful father's Jamaican face playing portal with some dipshit called koko. As Zach laughed his cute little laugh, Elijah felt a wave of erotic emotions but he knew he should not feel this way, after all, Zach was his father. He heard a knock on the door. The same raspy knock that filled him with excitement and joy every time he heard it. The door clicked open and it was who he had expected. Zach.
"How's it going, buddy?" He whispered softly. Elijah couldn't contain the rush of emotion surging from his brain all the way to his dampening pants.
"I'm nearly done, dad" he squeaked. Zach walked over and placed his hand on elijahs shoulder and bent over and whispered,
"If you need any help; with ANYTHING; let me know" and slowly winked. His hand slid down elijahs arm but he knew it felt wrong.
"But Dad, mum will be upset!" He cried.
"Hannah will never know, my sweet child." Zach replied. He switched off the lights and Zach slowly unzipped his pants and took off his t shirt. He then put on his frilly pink pyjamas and they both put on a Netflix film and ate popcorn and had a sleepover in elijahs room and talked about the girls at elijahs school and how hot Hannah was and had pillow fights and played truth or dare and took loads of selfies and shit. The end.