Serial - Suddenly Daddy Part 49

Hey all.  If you haven't seen it yet I released that new story I was talking about on chyoa.  It's called Wrong Place, Wrong Time.  I messed up with the last two Carli chapters, I meant to put them up here first as usual, but I fell into my old habits and just hit publish the moment they were ready.  Sorry about that guys.

For obvious reasons you won't see the Linda path chapters here.

Okay, on with Suddenly Daddy.

The moment you and Poppy enter back out into the main area Claire and Jeremy, both now in nighties, rush to the pair of you.  Concern was etched into both their beautiful faces.

“We heard you crying.”  Jeremy says to Poppy as he approaches.

“What happened?”  Claire asks as she hugs her daughter.  She didn't want to say the words but she forces herself to.  “D-did Ted hurt you?”

Poppy laughs lightly and shakes her head.  “No, of course not.  My Daddy would never hurt me.”

You and she share a special look.

She takes a deep breath.  “Sorry guys.  That shit in the truck really stirred some stuff up.”  Poppy apologizes.  Jeremy had now entered the embrace.  You simply glow as you watch the three of them hold each other.  How had they burrowed so deeply into your heart so damn fast?  You couldn't imagine your life without them now.

“Bad news though.”  Poppy then says with complete seriousness, her face a grim mask.  Everyone waits the long agonizing moment of silence to hear what she had to say.  “I've still got dibs on Daddy.  No sexy times with him until I get my turn.”

Everyone breaths a sigh of relief at the joke.

Jeremy protests.  “What!?  That's not fair.”

Poppy sticks her tongue out at him as they both laugh. 

Jeremy suddenly stiffens.  “Ack!”  He spins and hurries back to the kitchen to flip something he had frying in a pan.

Claire brings Poppy in for a long strong motherly hug.  “I love you guys SOOO much.  You know that right?”

“I know Mom.”

As Claire eases the embrace she strokes her daughter's hair.  “And you can talk to me about anything.  You know that too, right?”

Claire was no fool.  It had hurt her that Poppy had obviously shared a moment with you that she hadn't felt comfortable sharing with her mother first.  Claire didn't realize that it was because Poppy didn't want to disappoint her proud mother.

Poppy nods.  “I know Mom, I know.  I will...tomorrow.”

Claire looks deeply into her daughter's eyes.  “Tomorrow.  You promise?”

“Tomorrow.”  Poppy swears.  “But you have to promise me something too.”

“Of course, what is it my girl?”

“You have to promise we get to do...”  She nods over toward the strap-on that was now sitting on the coffee table.  “...this again.  I can't tell you how much I enjoyed that Mom.”

This threw her mother for a loop.  Claire, who was starting to recover from the buzz of the wine she had drank earlier, blushes a deep pink.  “Oh Poppy, we can't keep doing this.  We shouldn't have done it at all.  This is SO wrong.  This was the last time.”

“Mom...”  Poppy starts.

You leave the two of them to talk.  You already knew Claire was fighting a losing battle on that one.  She obviously liked getting down with her daughter but was trying to keep up appearances.  You'd let the two of them talk it out without your prying ears making it more awkward.

You approach your boy from behind and take him around his slender waist.  Resting your chin on his shoulder you watch him move some tomatoes, onions, and some sort of cured meat around in the pan atop the small electric range.  You had thought it was bacon before, but now you could see it wasn't.  At least not the bacon you were accustomed to.

He happily leans back into your embrace even as he continues cooking.  He was wearing a long thick cotton nightie that felt soft and fuzzy against your body.  Your exposed cock rested in the downy valley of his butt.

“She okay?” He whispers to you.

You kiss his cheek.  “No.  No she's not.  But she will be.  We're going to help her through it.”

He turns his head to look you eye to eye.  He could see in your apologetic expression that you couldn't talk about it.  He nods in understanding.  He kisses you before turning to continue cooking.

“Hey, did you like what I did?”  You ask, genuinely curious.

He giggles and snuggles back even more, his tight tush wiggling back into your junk. “Yeah.”  He says with a silly happy grin.  He quite obviously loved it.  “I'm happy to be your bottom though, if you don't want to do that stuff.”

You nuzzle into his neck and kiss it.  “Well that hardly seems fair.  Besides...”  You give him a firm strong hug, letting him feel your strength like he enjoyed so much.  “...I kinda liked it.”

He giggles and wiggles delightfully.  “Thank you.”  He says.

“I love you my boy.”  You give him a squeeze and another smooch to the neck before moving off to find some clothes.

Judging by the guilty look on Claire's face and the victorious grin on Poppy's it wasn't hard to guess the two had come to some sort of arrangement.  You unzip your duffel bag and start looking for some clothes.

Claire turns to you.  “Ted.  Poppy and I...  Uh...we sorta agreed...oh god...”

You give Claire a knowing wink.  “You gave in huh?  You spoil these kids Claire.”

Poppy laughs but Claire's blush deepens a shade.  “Ted!  This isn't funny.”

You pull out some boxers along with a t shirt and shorts.  You get up and walk over to her.  “Calm down.”  You chuckle in spite of yourself.  “You obviously want to.”

“Ted!”  She acts aghast.  “I...I...I never... She wanted it, not me.”

“Uh huh.  Suuuure.”  You say, unconvinced.  You then whisper.  “I think it's pretty fuckin hot.”

Claire laughs.  “Oh my god!  Ted!  You're as bad as she is!”

You give her a charming grin as you pull on your underwear.  “Damn right.”

“That's my Daddy!”  Poppy crows proudly.

Claire laughs along with you even as she shakes her head in flabbergasted disbelief at the shamelessness of you and her daughter.  She heads back to the kitchen to help Jeremy plate up the food.

You pull on your t shirt and shorts as you listen to Claire continue to go on, this time to Jeremy.  The woman doth protest too much.  She was as transparent as clean glass.  She loved being with Poppy almost as much as Poppy enjoyed being with her.

“Jeremy, um, Poppy and I...you see your sister has this fetish and...oh, don't judge us sweetie.  Okay?”  

Her son is shaking his head and rolling his pretty blue eyes.  She was convincing none of you that she was actually feeling bad about this.  “Geez, I don't care Mom.  I'm just glad you guys can have some fun.”  Jeremy responds.

Poppy being Poppy, simply couldn't help herself.  That playful devilish twinkle had returned.  “Hey!  Maybe Jeremy could join us too!”

“POPPY NO!”  Claire shouts.

“Come on Mom.”  Poppy jibes. “Let's rock your little boy's world.  Maybe we can win him over to liking women.”

“POPPY!”  Poppy was one thing but doing anything with Jeremy...that was a whole different level of wrong for Claire.

“Come onnnnn.  You're already banging your daughter.  You don't want to play favorites do you?  I'd love to see Jeremy bust his nut all over your pretty face.”

“POPPY!  Jesus Christ!”  Claire was beside herself.

The rest of you burst out laughing at the poor distraught mother.  Jeremy turns and hugs his still blushing mom.  Claire slowly begins to settle as she realizes the joke was on her.

“He he he. Damn it Poppy.  You are incorrigible.”  She shakes her head once more and turns to begin plating out the food.  She was putting on an act of being upset but you could all see she was pretty damn happy.

It was your turn to feel the jab of Poppy's teasing.  “Besides, I don't think Daddy's sharing his precious boy with anyone.”  She winks.  “You're so greedy.”

“Behave.”

“He he he.  Yes Daddy.”  

Poppy goes and puts her button up flannel shirt back on then returns to join you at the table

Before long steaming plates of food are served.  The meal is an odd assortment of different things.  The tomato, cured meat, and onions with garlic and herbs are there along with olives, sardines, thick sliced rustic bread with butter, and bright red triangular piquillo peppers that had been stuffed with some sort of cheese and then pan fried.  You are pretty confident in thinking nothing quite as worldly as this had ever been served in this cabin before.

“Anyone want wine?”  Jeremy asks over his shoulder as his mother laid out the plates on the small kitchen table.

“No.”  Poppy answers.  You give her a supportive smile.

“Yeah, I'm good thanks.”  You wave your refusal.

“Oh...”  Claire says as she takes her seat.  “Uh, I guess I'll pass too then.”

Jeremy grabs some bottled waters and comes to join the rest of you at the table.  There was one of you on each side of the small square table.  You and Claire sit across from each other, Jeremy and Poppy to your sides.  A wonderful feeling of belonging settles in as you look around at each other.  You feel Poppy's small hand take yours, then you see her take her mother's.  You and Claire each take one of Jeremy's hands.  You sit a moment, hand in hand, and just appreciate each other.

In the end it is Poppy, of course, that breaks the moment.  “This just might be the lamest thing we've ever done.”  She quips.

You all chuckle.  You give each of the kids hand a squeeze and then the four of you turn your attention to the delicious meal in front of you.