Serial - Suddenly Daddy Part 9

As you feel their young nubile baby doll wearing bodies press and wriggle against you suddenly Claire's voice could be heard in a dark twisted little corner of your mind.  “If you want to have sex with Poppy or Jeremy I don't mind.  Hell, I would encourage it.”  That's what she had said.  It was practically a formal invitation to fuck her kids.  She couldn't really be serious could she?  She sure seemed to be as she had said it.  And...why the hell were you even thinking about this!?

“Uh, okay.”  You say as you pull away from the excitable pair.  “Let me just get freshened up.  I know you guys aren't one for locked doors, but don't walk in on me while I'm in there.  I'm not used to how you do things yet.  Okay?”

Jeremy whispers, almost to himself.  “I could help you.”  You give him a sideways glance.  Help you freshen up?  You don't respond to the odd statement.

Poppy just laughs and gives you a bright smile.  “You're actually staying.  I can't believe it.  Mom was right about you.”  You sense you had pleased the young woman who hadn't actually expected for you to stay with them.  She adds.  “I was going to hang out with some friends today.  I'll call and cancel...”

“You don't have to do that.”  You say, sensing a potential way out of this.

“No, no!  No problem.”  She then giggles.  “Unless you want me to invite them over.”

“No, that's fine.”  You respond, the last thing you needed were more teens to contend with. “I'm uh, just going to go freshen up.”  You say again.

Poppy turns to her brother and orders rudely.  “Daddy's hungry after last night.  Go get us some breakfast.”

Jeremy flashes her a glare of annoyance and it looks like an argument was about to break out.  Hoping to nip it in the bud you just smile and place a hand on his shoulder.  “You don't have to son.  I can just grab a coffee and whatever you guys have here.  Cereal or something.”

The “son” thing kind of just slipped out.  It was something you would occasionally call younger friends or coworkers without a second thought.  Never had it had such an effect!

Jeremy looks at you.  His wide eyed expression of puppy love intensifying into a full blown crush.  “Son?”  He gasps softly with a smile.  He lets out a little sing song laugh.  “I'll get you breakfast, I don't mind.  I'll be quick.”  Without another word he zips out the door and across the hall to his room to get dressed.

Poppy looks almost as surprised as you.  “Wow.  I wish he'd listen to me that well all the time.”

“Er...huh.  Anyways.”  You turn and retreat to the attached bedroom washroom.  Poppy watches you go.  You close and lock the door behind you.  Putting your face in your hand you shake your head.  Why did you agree to stay?  These two were so odd.  Claire's discussion with you last night only made this weirder.

You convince yourself again that you were just staying for Claire's sake, to smooth things out with her kids so you could take your relationship with her to the next level.  That dark little corner of your mind however...  You shake your head again then head toward the shower.  You better make it a cold shower.

You'd have to wear yesterday's clothes for the time being, but you had put them on fresh just before coming over last night so they were still okay.  You find a thick clean towel and hang it near the tub.  You then jump into the slightly too cool shower and scrub yourself down.  The water was refreshing, invigorating as it washes over your hair and skin.  Everything here was so nice, so clean, so classy.  The bathroom just smelled great.  The shampoo and conditioner smelled great.  Everything smelled great.  Claire's place definitely had a woman's touch to it.  It was so nice compared to your little bachelor pad.

Finishing with your hair you rinse off one last time.  You are rubbing water from your face as you open the sliding shower door and reach out to the towel rack...you feel only the cold metal bar under your fingers.  You knew for a fact that was where you'd put your towel.  You then hear the girlish giggles of Poppy across the room from you.  

Swiping your hand from your face you look up.  There she was, still in her little nightgown, standing by the sink with your towel in her hand.  Her eyes are locked on your groin as she continues to titter and giggle with glee.  You realize with some embarrassment that your cold shower had left you not showing your best down below.  Through her snickering she starts.  “You know, for a big guy you sure don't...”

“Ahh!”  You cry.  Covering up with your hands you bellow.  “Goddammit Poppy!  I told you not to walk in on me!  Give me my towel!”  You continue to cover your manhood with one hand as you reach out with the other.

She flashes you a playful smile.  “Sorry Daddy.  Locked doors are against the rules here.  Didn't Mom tell you that?”

You let out a sigh of exasperation.  “Yeah, she told me.  Could I please have my towel?”  You continue to reach out with your hand, not yet moving from the shower.

Her sky blue eyes slowly moves up your body as she takes you in.  Her gaze locking on yours she says.  “Come get it from me Daddy.”  Her expression was nothing but naughty.

Your eyes glance down to the floor.  She'd made sure all of your clothes were behind her as well.  “Poppy, Jesus, enough of this.  Just give me the god damned towel.”  You say in a firm tone.

“Oh, you sound so serious.  Am I in trouble Daddy?  Come punish me Daddy.”  She invites you on as she holds the towel in behind her.  Her firm young body twists and poses suggestively.  “Oh no!  I'm in trouble!”

Looking up over her shoulder through the open door you call out for help.  “Jeremy!”

She tilts her head.  “The little queer's gone out for our breakfast.”  She continues to smile her devilish grin as you react to her derogatory language about her brother.  “I didn't mean it that way.  He he he.  We're all queer here Daddy.  Mom's been with women, did you know that Daddy?  I bet you didn't.”

No, you hadn't known that!  You hadn't even thought about Claire's sexuality, you had just assumed she was straight.  Now that you knew of what she had called their “liberated” mindset it didn't exactly come as a shock.  But the thought of Claire with another woman...wow!  Poppy saw she'd struck on something but she says nothing.  She just seemed amused at your stunned look.

You carefully step out of the shower, sure to keep your left hand shielding your junk.  Water drips from your big hairy body onto the soft fluffy mat beneath your feet.  She stands up tall, thrusting her chest forward, anticipating your approach excitedly.  Flexing her shoulders back she widens the already revealing cleavage of her small nightgown, the inner edges of her round breasts peak out slightly.

You don't get closer however.  Instead you say in a no nonsense tone of voice.  “Towel, now!”

Licking her bottom lip she starts again.  “Oooo, Daddy's getting angry...”

“I'm leaving.”  You state flatly you go to bend down and force yourself past her to grab your boxers.

She instantly thrusts the towel toward you, putting it into your outstretched hand.  Her playful grin turns to an impudent pout.  “Don't be like that.  Geez.”  She huffs.  “I was just playing.  Don't be so weird Daddy.”  She's telling you not to be so weird!?

Taking the towel you quickly wrap it around your thick body.  “Get out of here!”  You bark.

“Don't go, please.”  Her tone wasn't pleading but it was sincere.  She didn't want you to go.

Every moral fiber you had was screaming at you to get out of this house of temptation.  But that shady little corner of your psyche bids you to stay.  That perverse part deep inside of you sensed a once in a lifetime opportunity.  Your rational self reminds you that you're doing this for Claire.

“You'll be a good girl?  No more being a naughty little girl?”  You ask in the worst way imaginable.  What had gotten into you?

“I'll try my best.” Her playful demeanor quickly returning, invited on by your choice of language.  “But I'm not a good girl Daddy, not one little bit.”  She blinks her big blue eyes so very innocently as she slowly backs out of the room and closes the door behind her.

Ohhh boy.  As you brush your teeth with your finger and some toothpaste, comb your hair, and get dressed you could sense your formerly firm boundaries were wavering.  Claire's logic was starting to make sense.  Yeah, why be so uptight about these things?  They called you Daddy but you weren't their father.  Everyone here was an adult.  Who were you to judge their strange ways?  They weren't hurting anybody.

You look at yourself in the mirror.  You stroke your beard as you look yourself in the eyes.  God damn, what was going on in that head of yours?  This wasn't you.  You were just Ted.  Normal old Ted.  Yet, this house seemed like another world.  A world with its own set of rules.  Claire had seduced you into this world but were you willing to stay?  What would a relationship with a woman who was so non-traditional mean in the long run?  What kind of father figure would you be to these crazy horny kids of hers?  So many questions ran through your mind. Only time would tell.

Straightening up your smooth out your shirt you then turn and head out to spend the day with Jeremy and Poppy.

You exit into the bedroom, Poppy was gone thankfully.  You head downstairs to see Jeremy waiting for you in the living room.  You stop halfway down and stare at the young man.

He wore a light short sleeved breezy paisley yellow sun dress, the waist cinched around his slender midsection.  He wore just enough make up to soften his already dainty features.  Mascara on his long lashes, a hint of blush on his cheeks, a tasteful amount of lipstick.  His hair was brushed back though his long bangs hung free to the sides.  You had the sense that this was not normal, you suspected he had done himself up nice specifically for you.  He was barefoot, his hands clasped down in front of him demurely.  As he looks up at you he unconsciously nibbles his glossy bottom lip.  If you didn't already know...you would have absolutely sworn...that he was a she.  The illusion he created was flawless.  The obvious confidence in which he inhabited his identity being the most important factor of all.  Man, things sure were different than when you were his age.  

He blushes as he sees you look him over, he says softly.  “I bought you breakfast.”

You continue down the stairs.  “Thanks.  You didn't have to.  What do I owe you?”

He doesn't say a word but just leads you toward the kitchen. You step through the swinging door to see a veritable breakfast feast laid out at the head of the table.  Coffee, bagels, three English  muffin breakfast sandwiches, hash brown patties, cherry danish, croissant, etc.  You sit down and peer over the array of foods.

“Wow, nice Jeremy.  We can wait until Poppy gets down.”  You say.

He shakes his head.  “This is just for you.  You must be hungry after last night.  You were so amazing.  The way you took Mom.  You really fucked her hard didn't you.”  He says casually as anything as he sits down beside you.  Reaching out he takes your thick working man's hand in his soft slender one.  You look at him out of the corner of your eye as he leans in with concern in his eyes, you catch a whiff of his pleasant lilac perfume.  “Dad...Poppy's going to tease you.  Don't let her scare you away, okay?  She's just awful sometimes.”

Trying to do so without being rude or overly brisk you gently pull your hand from his and grab the coffee mug.  “Yeah, she's already been at it.  I'm sure we'll come to an understanding soon enough.”  You take a drink of the hot beverage, feeling that welcome hit of caffeine satisfy your addiction.  “Ahhh, I needed that.”  You sigh.

He grins brightly at having pleased you.  “Do you need anything else?  Anything at all?  You just have to ask.”

“No, no, no.  This is already too much.  Just relax Jeremy.”  You chuckle.  “You don't have to impress me.”

He returns a little laugh.  “Oh but I do.”  He puts his elbows on the table and rests his chin in his hands and just gazes at you dreamily as you eat your breakfast.  It was simultaneously unnerving and flattering.  You hadn't had anyone look at you like that since...well, since ever actually.

“Hey, sorry for grabbing you like I did in the bedroom.”  You say as you chew on the danish, his pretty grin only widens.  “It's...it's different here.  My upbringing was very different to yours.  Than this.  I'm not used to dealing with your generation.  I'll take some time to adjust.”

“It's okay.”  Is all he says.

It is not long before you hear Poppy coming to join you.