Serial - Suddenly Daddy Part 3 (Patreon)

Jeremy and Poppy go and grab their own plates then return to the table and take their seats.  They sit side by side directly across from you.  Every blue eye in the house was on you as they waited for you to continue your story.  You'd just brought it up more as a punch line than a topic of conversation, but they didn't seem to catch that.  Even Claire was all smiles as she stabs a thick cube of butter chicken onto her fork and awaits your story.

You stammer for a second.  “Uh...really?  You want me to...?  Here?  Now?  Uh, sure, I guess.”

Claire lets out a merry little laugh.  “Don't worry Ted, we're all adults here.  Poppy and Jeremy are very mature and very liberated for their age.  We talk about everything.”

They both nod enthusiastically, their bright blonde hair bounce to the movement.  Huh...modern families, weird.  You shrug, so be it.  They wanted to hear it, you'd give it to them, both barrels.  Couldn't do worse than trying the safe and polite route you'd tried a bit ago, at least you had their attention now.

You lean forward, a ribald smirk on your face as if you were about to spin a tale down at Patty's with the boys.  You begin.  “So like I said, I'm lifting this bin and I look off to my left.  Up on the second floor they got these long floor to ceiling sorta windows, ya know?”

The kids nod again, their smiling faces leaning forward as they listen.  Claire is smiling.  You continue.  “So I look up and the first thing I notice are these two hands pressed up against the glass of this one window.”  You hold your hands out in front of you palms out to demonstrate.  “Ya gotta understand, I only see the alleys and loading areas of the U.  In behind all the buildings.  They probably never thought anyone would be in that dead end alley right then, and I'll tell ya this, we garbage men are damn near invisible to most folks.  We just blend in with the scenery.  So like I said there's this girl up against the glass.  She's probably not much older than you guys. Her hands holding herself against the window as she's getting plowed from behind, shirt pulled up to show her tits.”  You scoop up a big mouthful of chicken and rice and swig it down with a too large mouthful of wine.  Not exactly proper table manners.  The twins glance at each other, their amusement only growing by the second.  You keep going.  “Anyways, I dump the bin, set it back down, take out my thermos, pour myself a coffee...and I watch.  I just sit and watch.  It was about break time anyways.”

Poppy bursts into giggles and bounces up and down in her seat just...wonderfully.  She was one hot little cutie.  “Daddy, that's so bad!  You peeper!  He he he he.” She chirps in delight. Fuck, that Daddy thing again.  God it was weird.  “You're a peeping Ted.”  She accuses you.

You shrug and hold your hands up in over the top innocence.  “What?  They're gonna put on a show right there, what am I supposed to do?”  All three laugh and nod in agreement, they would have done the same.  “So I see the fat old fuck in behind her.  He had to be three, three fifty.  Fuckin enormous.”  Your swearing seemed to please the kids all the more.

“Three fifty!?  And old?  Surprised he could get it up.”  Quips Jeremy.

“You and me both my lad.”  You agree as you shovel another load of curry into your maw.  A funny look comes over the young man, his smile was still just as wide but suddenly different somehow.  You were on a roll so you keep it going.  Hurrying to swallow you continue.  “Probably a double dose of Viagra.  So anyways, he's in behind givin it to her, face as red as a beet.  Honestly thought the old fart was going to keel over right there.  Poor girl looks like she's just suffering through to the end.  I see her mouth moving, saying all the right things, but her eyes.   Ha ha ha!  She was bored as hell, just counting down till the end.  Eventually she's pressed right up against the window, tits smooshed flat as the ton of flab smashes her from behind.  Then it happens...she sees me.  We make eye contact.  I just raised my cup to her...and she waved back.   Ha ha ha.  Just calm as could be, she just waved.  Like, hey, how's it goin.”

Laughter fills the room, you chuckle along with them.  Never in a million years did you expect to be telling that story tonight.  Especially not the way you'd just told it.  The kids lean back in their chairs cracking up.  Claire is chuckling, looking back and forth between you and her kids with a look of delight.  She reaches over and squeezes your hand in hers, her smile tell you you'd done good.  You grip her soft slender hand back affectionately.

You finish up the story.  “So the guy finishes and collapses back into his chair.  The girl just pulls down her skirt and her shirt and as she's dropping the blinds she waves a little goodbye to me.  Toodle-oo.”  You make a little finger wiggling goodbye motion.

Claire is shaking her head, a pretty smile on her face.  “Only you Ted.”

You shrug and shoot her a wink.  “You said you wanted to hear.”  It may have been unorthodox but the ice had been broken.  The tension and awkwardness from earlier was gone.

“I bet she got an A+.”  Poppy chirps.

“You would know.”  Jeremy glances over mischievously as he informs you.  “That's how Poppy managed to graduate...OW!”

Poppy had reached over and pinched his nipple through his tank top, hard!  “You little slut!  I never!”

Claire just sighs with gentle patience.  “Kids, settle down.”

Jeremy scowls as he rubs his sore nipple.  Poppy turns and says.  “You'll have to excuse my brother.  We might be twins but I was blessed with the brains and the beauty.”

“Yeah right.”  He protests.

One side of Poppy's bubblegum lips curl up into a crooked trouble making smile.  “It's true.  It's obvious.  Who do you think is prettier Daddy Ted?”  She bats her long eyelashes at you and arches her back just slightly, posing for you.  She twists in her seat to highlight her little titties just that much more.  Jeremy catches on and straightens up in his seat.  Brushing his long bangs to the side with his hand he gives you a demure little smile and tilts his chin down in such a way that he's sort of looking up and sideways at you.  Very suggestive, very submissive.  They both sit there staring at you...waiting.

“Uh...” You say uncertainly.

Claire steps in, seeing only trouble brewing between her competitive children.  “I'm sure Ted thinks your both gorgeous.  Isn't that right Ted?”

“Yeah...sure.”  You reply uneasily.

“There, see.  You're both equally beautiful.”  Claire says.

“Bitch.”  Jeremy mumbles under his breath to his sister.

“Slut.”  Poppy retorts.

“Kids, enough.  We've got company.  Best behavior remember?”  She is looking at them, her expression imploring them not to screw this up for her.  Poor woman, she was stuck in the middle desperately trying to make sure this went well on both sides.  “Please?”  She adds, a tinge of desperation in her voice.  

You were getting the sense she wasn't entirely in charge here.  You'd met other single mothers in your time.  Many were simply too tired and too busy to properly guide or discipline their children and the kids inevitably begin to run amok.

“Yes Mum.”  They both say at once and smile across at you.

The meal continues.  The conversation settles into a more normal flow with you and Claire carrying most of the conversation though you involve the kids whenever possible.  The food was good, the wine was good, the company was good.  Everything was going along fine now.  

You learn that the twins, beyond Poppy's natural good looks and Jeremy's...uniqueness, are fairly unremarkable.  Solid students though not honor roll level, they dabbled in different interests and activities but not to the point of going anywhere with them, and while they were both planning to go on with their studies you had the sense that it was more for maintaining their free meal ticket at home than any real academic ambitions.  They liked music you'd never heard of, Youtube channels you'd never heard of, celebrities you'd never heard of.  They lived in a world totally different from yours, and you could tell they felt the same about you.

The meal continues, you finish the tasty take out and the group of you are sitting around polishing off dessert.  Claire was going on at some length about a case she was currently working on, you couldn't really follow the details but you were happy to listen.  You knew how important it was to unwind after getting home from stressful day at work.  The twins sit politely listening as well.  You were kind of surprised they hadn't gotten up and wandered off like you hoped they would, to give you and Claire some time alone, but remain they did.

You are leaning back listening and nodding and replying where appropriate when you feel something brush your calf.  Not really thinking about it you kick out a little and re-position.  It goes away for a moment but then you feel it again.  Pushing against it and it disappears once more only to return again a few seconds later, this time more persistent.  It presses into your calf and begins rubbing up and down.  You realize it is a foot, you could feel the toes gripping the inseam of your trousers.  Your eyes shoot across the table, given the angle the foot was coming from it had to belong to either Poppy or Jeremy!

You try to shift, you squirm, you change position...this time the foot isn't going away.  Claire continued on, oblivious to what was happening just under the table.  Thanks to the table cloth you couldn't see what was going on either, but you sure could feel it.  The persistent toes run up your calf and along the side of your knee.  It begins stroking slowly and firmly up your inner thigh.

Looking across you try to figure out who's doing it.  Poppy was leaned way back her chair, arms crossed and chewing gum again.  She isn't looking in your direction...conspicuously so.  As if she's avoiding your gaze.  Jeremy on the other hand is sat up straight and looking right at you.  He'd been watching you most of the evening, you chalked it up to curiosity.  While he wasn't leaned back like his sister he had longer legs so it could easily be him too.  As he sees you look at him he smiles brightly and nibbles his bottom lip.  His expression didn't give anything away however.  Was it him?  Was it her?  You couldn't tell.

You squirm, you pull back in your chair, you wriggle.  The advancing foot was now half way up your sensitive inner thigh and moving higher.  The ticking wiggling toes getting closer and closer...closer and closer...  Claire continues chatting, the kids continued acting as if nothing was happening.  Closer...closer...  You're trying to slide back without being noticed but the heavy oak chair does not slide easily, it grips into the floor stubbornly.  The foot continues its trajectory toward its ultimate target.  

You clear your throat forcefully, hoping whoever it was would take the hint.  You didn't want to make a big issue of this in front of Claire but neither did you want to get your cock rubbed by one of your girlfriend's kids.  The foot continued unabated.  Reaching in under the table you push the persistent extremity off of you before returning your hand quickly to where it had been.  No use, the tickling toes were right back on you in a flash.

You feel as the big toe of the foot just barely makes wriggling contact with your crotch, tickling your balls through your trousers.

You suddenly push back from the table and stand up.  So suddenly it takes everyone off guard.  The three of them stop and look up at you in surprise.  You just catch a glimpse of a slender foot tucking back in behind the table cloth.  Neither of their expressions tell you a thing.  You still didn't know who it was.

“I...need to go to the washroom.”  You say hastily.  “Excuse me.”

Claire smiles and nods.  “Sure Ted.”  She turns and points behind her.  “Just through there, first door on your right.  We'll clean up here and meet you back in the living room.”

You nod and hurry on your way.