Serial - Suddenly Daddy Part 2

Your arms were still out to your sides as these two overly touchy feely teens hugged you on either side.  Their slender hands still exploring and rubbing your torso through your shirt.  Finally Claire approaches and waves them off of you.

“Okay, okay.  Enough of that you two.  There will be plenty of time for you to get to know Ted.  Give the poor man some space.”  She shoos them off with her hands.

They both take a step back.  Poppy lets out a care free laugh as she puts her hands behind her back and does a little hop, her perky breasts bounce on impact under her tight pink tank top.  She bobs her head to the side, her lightly springy yellow hair hanging loose.  Her bubblegum pink lips are smiling ear to ear as she looks you over.

Jeremy is still staring straight at you, his sky blue eyes and playful grin telling you he was very curious about this new kind of man his mother had brought home.  Now that he'd stepped back and was standing still you can now see the bulge in his shorts that you had missed before.  Yeah, he was a guy alright.  He might not look it at first, but he was a guy.  The roll up shorts and pastel yellow tank top making him look all the more effeminate.  Jesus Christ, if you didn't know better...

Your eyes shoot back up to his face, it was too late.  He saw you looking...and he liked it.  As you make eye contact he giggles once more. “He he he he.”  With pretend bashfulness his hand comes up to his chin, the tip of his index finger held between his front teeth.

You feel a hot blush hit your face as you realize he'd caught you looking at his package.  “I...uh...um...”  You stammer clumsily.  Oh fuck, could this be going worse right now?  These two had thrown you for a loop.

Poppy harrumphs and crosses her arms in an impudent pout.  Obviously jealous that you'd been checking out her brother before her.  You were desperate to look anywhere but at Jeremy so your eyes scan back over to her again. Her pout fades and she smiles brightly once more and pops her bubble gum in her mouth with a loud snap.

Claire either misses or ignores all of this and says.  “Did you guys order the food like I asked?”

Jeremy nods and sighs the sigh of an exasperated teen with their parent.  “Of course Mum.”

She smiles proudly at this insignificant accomplishment.  “Good!  Did you tip the driver?”

They both snicker in unison.  “Uh huh.”

“Good girl, good boy.”  She beams.  “Go serve us out please.”

“Sure Mum.”  Poppy nods.

The pair of them smile and blink their baby blue eyes at you then turn and head toward the kitchen.  As they go you see them look at each other with a sideways glance as they seemed to share some unspoken understanding.  Their tight shorts highlight their cute young butts oh so nicely.  Well...Poppy's anyways.  Obviously.

You were still agog at the strange encounter but Claire is all smiles.  “Ohhh, I think they might have taken a liking to you Ted!  Especially Jeremy.”  She takes your jacket from you and hangs it in the nearby closet.  She hangs her own as well.

You look at Claire, confused at her acting like their groping greeting was perfectly normal.  “They, uh, they sure are...um...affectionate.”

She nods.  “Aren't they just.”  She has a look of unbridled pride and joy on her face.  “They are such a treasure.  They mean the world to me.”

“Uh, Claire.  They called me Daddy.”  You tried hard to hide how much that weirded you out.

She laughs.  “They're just excited.  They haven't had a Daddy for a while.  They are starving for a strong male father figure.  Kids need a man around the house but...I've just been so damn busy.”  Sidling up beside you she kisses you on the lips lightly as she purrs.  “You're off to a good start Ted.  Keep it up.  You have no idea how much I want this.”  She kisses you again, a bit more slowly, a bit more hungrily.  You hum happily as you press your lips to hers.

You didn't know shit about kids but you were pretty sure it wasn't normal for two nineteen year old people to instantly start calling someone Daddy.  But...the way Claire was looking at you right now, a sultry suggestive smokey look to her fathomless dark blue eyes, maybe suddenly becoming a dad to her children wouldn't be so bad.  They weren't little kids thankfully, you just needed to get along with them not raise them.  And your efforts would definitely come with rewards.  It wasn't just about the sex either, you really liked Claire and truly hoped it could work out between you.

Looping her arm through yours she leads you in toward the kitchen.  She rests her head on your shoulder as you walk, her soft body against your arm, the faint musky aroma of her perfume curls around you.  You remind yourself again what was at stake here.  If you wanted the woman of your dreams you had to get on Poppy and Jeremy's good side.

As you enter through the swing door to the kitchen you see the kids standing at an island dishing out food from take out containers to four plates they had set out.  The smell of curry dominates the area.  The dining table is right in front of you as you enter, the table was set and ready.  Claire motions for you to take a seat along the near side.  You nod and sit down.  Claire sits at the head of the table off to your right.  Reaching forward she takes the open bottle of Cotes du Rhone that was sitting ready on the table and pours four glasses.

You nod in thanks and take a little test sip.  It was good enough, you were more a beer guy but it tasted alright.  You and Claire enjoy a brief bit of small talk about your day as the kids continued to plate the food.

It doesn't take long to realize all eyes were on you.  The kids kept shooting curious little glances your way and Claire was gazing at you patiently, her urging eyes obviously hoping you'd strike up a conversation with the gatekeepers to her bedroom.

You take the hint.  Clearing your throat you begin.  “Ahem...  So, uh, Poppy, Jeremy, I hear you guys might be going to university next year.”

They glance at each other and roll their eyes before looking back at you.  Obviously a topic that that did not interest them.  “Yeah, maybe.”  Jeremy answers flatly in his distinctive soft voice.

Their entire demeanor changes as you ask that question.  They were obviously disappointed in you.  The question was boring, polite, predictable.  It was likely the same type of question the other “Daddy's” would have asked.

You try to stay positive.  “That's great.  You guys must be super smart.  What subject's are you guys looking at studying?”  You ask in your friendliest tone.

They both just shrug, Poppy mutters.  “I dunno, Ted.”  So much for Daddy.

You try to soldier on.  “Oh, uh, well it's good you're thinking of it.  Education is so very important nowadays.”  You crack a quick quip.  “I go to university you know.  Every Thursday.  And the community college on Friday's.”  You were referring to garbage pick up of course.  It was a bad joke you'd used in the past, it never went over well and this time was no exception.

Claire chuckles politely but the kids only grimace and let out false tepid laughs.  Shit, you were losing them!

You scramble for something to say, something different, something unexpected.  It hits you in a flash, in your hurry to fill the uncomfortable silence your verbal filter fails to catch what you were about to say.  

You rashly blurt out.  “Speaking of the U, I was down there last week lifting a bin when I saw this fat fucker banging one of his students, right up against the glass to his office!”  

You let out a loud guffaw and slap your thigh before you clamp your mouth closed.  Oh shit!  These were classy folks, not your buddies down at Patty's. What the fuck were you doing?  Your rough blue collar bachelor instincts were failing you.  Fuck, this was a nightmare.  You could feel your relationship with Claire slipping from your fingers.

The response was not what you were expecting.  Claire, after a moment's stunned silence, throws her head back and lets out a long loud belly laugh.  “Ha ha ha! Oh my god Teddy!”   The twins perk right up, their sparkling blue eyes widening with interest.  Their mouths curling up into excited smiles, their flashing perfect white teeth shining through.  Even their body language peps up as they lean forward excited to hear.

Poppy snatches up your plate before Jeremy can grab it and rushes it over to you.  She is tittering as she went.  “He he he.  Tell us about the fat fucker and his student!”  She chirps.

Jeremy picks up the plate for his mom and heads to serve her.  “How were they doing it?  From behind?”

You blush once more.  “I...I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry.  I am so sorry.”

Claire's laughter slowly tapers off as she reaches over and takes you by the hand.  “Don't worry Ted.  You can talk plainly. We don't mind.  Ha ha ha.  We don't mind at all.  I encourage openness in my house.”

Poppy presses into you again, again her firm breasts mashing into you.  This time against the side of your neck as she leans down to hug you.  “Yeah, we don't mind Daddy.  Tell us about the fat fucker.  How fat was he?  Was the student hot?”

Jeremy sets down his mother's plate in front of her and gives her a little kiss on the cheek.  His big flawless azure eyes turn to you.  “Was the student a he or a she or non-binary?”  He asks.  “Paint us a picture Daddy Ted.”

You had their rapt attention now.  Oh wow, you had really opened a can of worms here.