Serial - Suddenly Daddy Part 10 (Patreon)

Poppy enters the kitchen.  She was all smiles and bubbly energy.  She wore short shorts of the cutoff jean variety, which hugged her tight little ass just beautifully, and a loose white tank top.  Her black bra straps easily visible on her shoulders.  Her long blonde hair was tied back in a simple ponytail.  Like her mother she was blessed with being effortlessly hot and she carried herself as someone who was well aware of it.  She looks at the food and hurries to the other side of the table.  “Alright, I am starved.”

“This isn't for you.”  Jeremy scowls at her.  “Get your own.”

She scoffs.  “What!? There's enough here for all of us.  Fuck off.”  She waves her brother off like an annoying mosquito.

“Go get your own.”  He says again more insistently, he looks ready to get up and chase her off.

Folding her hands on her lap she sits back and studies her brother for a moment, a knowing grin spreading across her face.  No good would come of this you could already tell.  She sneers.  “My, my, my.  Look at you brother.  Aren't you looking nice today.  All done up.”

He blushes and looks away from his sister.  “Shut up.”  He hisses quietly.

“Looking all pretty for Daddy.  Isn't that just sweet.  All prettied up like a real girl.”  She teases.  He glances at you nervously, you could see she had hit the nail on the head.  She continues.  “Too bad he knows you're a boy isn't it?  You might have actually fooled him.  Well...until he saw your little dingus.”

You see his eyebrows furrow as the blow lands as surely and as painfully as any punch or kick.  His mouth is down turned in a frown.  “I never said I wasn't a boy.  I wasn't trying to trick him.  I'm not trapping.  Stop it Poppy.”  He says with wounded pride.

“Jeremy, Jeremy, what kind of girl's name is that anyways?  I guess you never would have fooled him anyways.”  She looks over to you, a wicked glint in her eye.  “He gets waxed you know.  Doesn't have a single hair on him below his nose.”

You give her a stern look, this just seemed unnecessarily cruel.  Her tone wasn't biting or mean-spririted however, it was actually light and playful.  This was just a bit of fun for her at her brother's expense.  She was loving the effect she was having on her embarrassed brother.  She continues with a little laugh.  “Daddy Ted sure is big and strong, isn't he Jeremy?”

“Don't Poppy.”  He says.  An edge of pleading entering his words.  She was taking her playful teasing too far this time.

She laughs him off.  “Big strong Daddy!”  She reaches over and feels your bicep.  “He's so much stronger than you isn't he?”  Jeremy's big blue eyes look to your thick arms, then your barrel chest, before he quickly looks away again.  Poppy presses on.  “Look at how much bigger he is than you.  A real man.  And remember the way he had Mom bent over, just taking her like he did.  Big strong hands holding her where he wanted her.  Fucking her hard and rough.”  She knew all of Jeremy's buttons, he was defenseless.  “Imagine if that were you Jeremy...”

His blush had deepened to a bright pink.  “Shut up you slut!”  He yells impotently.  He was visibly agitated and urgently wanted to do something but he was losing this war of wits with his twin.  She was embarrassing him in front of you, someone he was trying VERY hard to impress.  He didn't know how to defend himself and not look like a fool in the process.  You felt for the guy.

To put the finishing touch on her dominance she then reaches forward and grabs one of the breakfast sandwiches.  His eyes dart back to her and he glowers at her but doesn't move to stop her this time.  She is looking right at him as she gives him a smug smile, daring him to do something about it while knowing full well that he wouldn't.  He sits slumped in defeat.

You'd seen enough.  You didn't like taking sides in this sibling bickering but you liked bullies even less.  This was the second time she'd tried to humiliate him in front of you and you didn't appreciate it.  Reaching out you snatch the sandwich from her hand as she brought it toward her mouth.  In her surprise she doesn't have a chance to try to stop you.  You set it right back down where it had been.

You fix the young woman with a glare.  “He bought the food Poppy.  It's his.  Maybe if you actually asked him nicely he would share with you.”

Both of them were staring at you in utter astonishment and disbelief.  Their mouths and eyes wide as they are left speechless.  Poppy goes to grab it again.  You were expecting that so with blinding speed you whip your hand out and give her a little slap on the wrist.  Not nearly enough to hurt, just enough to feel it.  Pulling her hand back she cradles her wrist as if you'd struck it with a hammer and looks at you with pained surprise.  Calmly you take a sip of coffee and continue your breakfast as the two gather themselves.

Poppy finally sputters to life.  “H-How...How dare you!”  She cries indignantly.  “I'll...I'll tell...”

Jeremy couldn't contain himself, he bursts out with a laugh.  “HA!  Get wrecked bitch!”  Even when his voice was raised it was feminine sounding.

Poppy shoots her brother a scowl that could freeze a boiling kettle.  “Shut up!”  She looks back at you, you could see an uncertainty in her look all of a sudden.  You had shaken her with your show of authority and she didn't know what to make of it.  She wanted to say something, you could see that, but she seemed at a loss.  Finally she manages. “Hey, uh hey.  Want to hear something else about Jeremy?”  She asks hurriedly.

“No, I don't.  Stop teasing him.”  You state emphatically.

She was grasping at straws.  “I bet a guy like you really thinks that he's a freak huh?  Boy dressed as  a girl.  Fucking weird right?”  A guy like you?  What was that supposed to mean?

In the heat of the moment you come to his defense.  “No Poppy.  I think he looks pretty.”  You say.  Jeremy straightens up again and lets out small gasp as that dreamy look returns once more as he watches you spar with his sister.

“But...”  Poppy starts.

“You said you'd be a good girl if I stayed.”  You say firmly.  “Now be good!”

This threw her even more for a loop.  She falters as she tries desperately to talk with bravado and regain her usual upper hand that she was accustomed to.  “Want...um...want to know something else about Mom?”  You already knew where this was going.  She obviously liked to use information as ammunition, to put people off balance or on the defensive.  You weren't going to let her do it this time.

“Poppy, I really don't care right now.  Now, just ask your brother nicely for some breakfast and we can have a nice meal.  Hmmm?”  You look at her eye to eye.  You wouldn't be so easily cowed as her sibling.

She sputters and harumphs and crosses her arms in a massive pout as she sits back in a huff.  She turns her head away from you, not even wanting to look at either of you right now.  You had unquestionably won this round.  She sits for a time, weighing up her next move.  Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor she gets up and storms out of the kitchen.  You remember Claire saying that her daughter was quick to anger and quick to forgive.  You hoped that was true.  The fact she hadn't threatened you and Claire's relationship this time around seemed to be progress.

You look to the awestruck Jeremy and shoot him a wink.  “Want a bagel or something?  There's lots here.  I can't eat all this.”

He simply sighs happily.  “I'm good.”

As you continue to eat your breakfast Jeremy begins to fidget with his dress and his hair, trying to make sure he was looking his very best for you.  

It is quiet for a time as you eat and he preens.  You finally say, hoping you sound more supportive than condescending.  “You, uh, you really do look like a girl Jeremy.  I never would have known.  Don't let Poppy get to you.  I'm sure she's just showing off because I'm here.”  He smiles bashfully and nods.  You ask.  “Did you always dress this way?”

He shakes his head.  “No, just for a few years now.  Roger would tease me when I was younger.”  Roger?  Was that his real Dad?  He continues.  “I was really lucky that I didn't fill out like my friends.  I don't always dress this way though.  Only sometimes.  Do you...like it?”

You look over at him, despite the uncomfortable subject you speak the truth.  “Sure, you look cute.  I mean, wear what you want right?  It's your life Jeremy.”

“Thank you.”  He says softly.  “I think you're handsome too...Daddy.”  The mood between you was swiftly shifting, that 'Daddy' had a whole different tenor to it than it had before.  It was no secret how he felt about you.  His little glances and blushes and movements betraying inner desires.  His attraction to you...somehow attractive in itself.  He really was cute.

It is quiet now, a palpable tension filled the air between you.  You had to break the silence somehow. “So, I sure do like your Mom Jeremy.  She is a fine woman.  Seems to be a wonderful mother.”

“Hmm.”  He responds cryptically, leaving his opinion on that unspoken.  Just then you hear the front door close.  Looking over his should her says.  “Poppy's probably going out with her friends.  She'll cool off before we see her again.”  

As he turns back you are suddenly hyper aware that the pair of you were now alone in the house.  You shift uncomfortably before pushing back from the table.  “You know, I should probably get going too...”

He reaches out suddenly and grabs your left hand.  “Please don't.”  His other hand comes up to hold it as well, his skin soft as a rose petal against your leathery palms.  You look down at his delicate fingers gripping yours, then slowly up to his bewitchingly beautiful face.  His baby blue eyes were aglow with transparent desire.  The way he was breathing, the way he was holding his slender shoulders, you could tell he was nervous.  “Uh...Mum said I uh, don't need to hide my...um...my...cravings...  That I shouldn't...deny my...urges...”  He takes a deep breath.  “Do you like me Ted?”

You are dumbstruck.  “Jeremy...I...”  You start but don't finish.

That little voice of right and wrong inside your head telling you not to do this...it was absent.  Struck mute in the moment.  Instead you only heard the seductive whispers from that hidden corner.  Claire said it was okay.  Claire seemed to want you to do it.  And Jeremy...he was so beautiful.  He looked so much like a girl and...you'd always been a bit curious, a bit more than curious.  Besides.  It wasn't gay if you didn't do butt stuff, right?  And even if it was...did it matter?  

Continuing to hold onto your hand he slides off his chair and comes down to kneel at your side.

 He then places his hands on your leg as he kneels, his light diaphanous dress settling down around him in a circle on the floor.  You sit frozen as he crawls around and positions himself between your open legs.  You look at him unmoving.  He looks up at you with an expression of total submission. He gathers his courage and speaks in a little voice.  “I think you like me too.  I hope you do.  It's just us now.  Tell me what you want.  I'm yours.  Please use me Daddy.”

Oh no.  No, no, no.  The way he said that.  This was so fucking wrong.  Yet you continue to stare into his pretty eyes.  “Jeremy.”  You say in a dry throated whisper.

“Yes sir.”

You hesitate just a for a second, just long enough for you to really grasp what you were about to say.  You say it anyways.  “Suck my cock Jeremy.”

His face lights up with glee and you could hear his breath quicken.  “Yes sir!  Thank you Daddy.”

You should really get him to stop calling you that, it made this so much weirder than it already was.  His slender hands trace up your leg, taking a little extra time as they run slowly over your groin, before coming to your fly.  He bats his long lashes up at you as he unzips your trousers, he nibbled his bottom lip as he smiled in anticipation.  You knew a few of Jeremy's kinks now and you knew a dominant man was a big one for him.  It was time to take control.

You stand up suddenly, surprising him.  He sits back down on the floor, hands down in front of him, and looks up at you like a quizzical puppy.  He was wondering what was happening, worried you might be leaving.  The flawless pale skin, his slender subtly hourglass shaped figure, his fresh beautiful young face, his submissive pose.  God he looks so damned pretty down there.  Reaching into your underwear you fish out your half aroused meat.  Holding it around the base with your right hand you reach out and take a firm handful of Jeremy's soft blonde hair with your left.  His eyes widen and he gasps in arousal.

“YES!” He lets out.  “Oh my god, yes.”

His hands were grasping at his dress draped over his legs.  A straining tent of fabric displayed his excitement.  You smile.  “You can play with yourself if you want.  Go ahead Jeremy.”

“Yes sir.”  He says breathily.  He hurriedly reaches under the skirt of his paisley dress, after some fiddling you see the unmistakable up and down motion of having a wank.  He was impatient, stroking quickly, that was okay, you were impatient too.  

Holding his head firmly but not painfully by the hair you begin slapping and sliding your cock over his pretty pink lips and soft cheeks.  Each time it neared his mouth he kissed and reached for it hungrily, his perfect blue eyes partly crossed as he watched your dick slide across his face.  It was so cute.  “Uh...uhm...please Daddy...uhh...uhmmm...”  He tries to catch you in his mouth as you slide your tip in circles around his pretty pink lips as if you were reapplying his lipstick, but you had his head in your grasp so he couldn't move it. He gives you a long lick but you then pull back out of his reach.  “Please sir...please.  Let me satisfy you.  Please use me.”  He begs with a high light voice like wind chimes in a gentle breeze.

Holding your cock firmly by the base you carefully place just the tip into that sweet lovely mouth.  Jeremy tries to push toward you to take you deeper but you maintain your control, you give his hair a little extra grip to remind him who was in charge here.  He makes the cutest little noise and you hear his pumping hand pick up the pace under his dress.  With just the head to work with he tightens his glossy lips around it about halfway up the mushroom head.  Holding it carefully his tongue begins to lick and flick the very tip of your cock, up and down and around the hole.  You let out a gasp of your own, it felt incredible.  His loving eyes showing his pleasure at your reaction.  He tongues your opening, pressing into it for a time and wriggling his deft wet tongue tip.  You were seeing stars.  Before long he moves his attention to the super sensitive frenulum, that magical little point where your shaft meets your head along the underside.  He presses and strokes, lapping at it with a quick steady strong rhythm, as he does this he simultaneously beings to suckle on your glans with his sealed lips.

Ohhhh fuck.  He was good, he was really fucking good.  You hated to admit it but...he was better than his mom.  Every moan and grunt and roll of your eye to his mind blowing skills encouraged him on even more.

Reaching forward with your other hand now you cup your hand back round the back of his neck at the base of his skull.  You press forward, sliding easily into his warm, wet, welcoming mouth.  He hums his approval.  “Mmmmm!”  He sucks hard but keeps that suckling motion going with his mouth, his talented tongue continuing its flicking lapping dance over your head and now the bottom side of the shaft.  With his head in your strong hands you begin to move it forward and back in slow steady strokes, almost using him like a human fleshlight.  He was driving you mad with pleasure, it took control not to just go all out.

A rush of natural color had come to his effeminate face, taking over from the makeup he had on.  He was blinking more quickly, his eyebrows furrowed.  He was making little grunting and whining noises.  Suddenly you feel him tense up and his blue eyes go wide and become intensely focused on looking up at you.  His body trembles and shakes as he groans.  “Uhmmmm...ohmmmmm.  Uhm.. uhm... uhmmm...”  It takes you second to realize that he'd just cum.  Shooting his nut out onto the floor beneath his yellow dress.  He continues to shudder and make high pitched whimpering sounds as the sensations flow through him.  “...ohmmmm...”

You stroke his delicate cheek tenderly, it was so soft against your rough hard hands.  “Good boy.”  You whisper.  His sparkling eyes express pride and happiness at your gentle words.  He was so pretty, so very pretty.  His fine fair features enough to make any woman jealous.

With that distraction behind him he now gives you his full attention.  Bringing his hands up he puts one on your thick hairy leg as the other comes to play with your heavy hanging balls.  He presses into you, taking you nearly to the base in one swift motion.  Your hands snap back into position as you let out a low groan.  His wet warmth enveloped you.  With another last push he takes you all the way in.  Your cock completely sheathed into his mouth and throat he looks up at you and once more bats those baby blues of his.  Wow.

Only encouraged by his looks and his sounds you commence to face fuck this beautiful femboy.  The son of your girlfriend.  This was all so surreal and so intoxicating.  Pressing buttons you didn't even know you had.  His only focus was on pleasing you, and please you he did.

You were so riled up you knew you wouldn't last much longer.  You continue to fuck Jeremy's mouth, now getting your hips into the thrusting action.  His sucking and active tongue never falters for a moment.  As you now pick up the pace he holds on to both your legs and just lets you go for it.  His nose hitting your pubes and his chin smacking your balls on each thrust.  You let out a long baritone growl as you feel sweet release approaching fast.  You fuck his sucking mouth with all you had, he moans and hums excitedly as he feels the inevitable coming on.  His eyes are closed as he just focuses on doing his very best for you.

It hits you suddenly.  With an almost pained gasp you pull out, he gasps for air.  Holding his hair tight in your left hand you pump your cock twice with your right and unload onto the young man's feminine face.  His eyes snap open to look up at you as you paint his delicate features with a thick creamy load.  Laying down dripping ropes of your cum across his adoring face.

He coos in that soft voice of his.  “Ohhhh...yessss...Daddy yessss!  Gimme your cum.  Yes!”

With a long satisfied sigh you finish the frosty facial and look down at Jeremy.  With a face covered in your jizz he looked as pretty as ever.  It was over his forehead and nose and cheeks and lips and chin.  Slowly sliding down the sides of his face, getting into his yellow blonde locks, oozing down his long pale neck.

“Did I do good Daddy?”  He asks breathlessly.

You let out a breath.  “Ohhhh fuck that was amazing. God, I can't believe we did that.”  You stroke the back of his head, running your fingers over his soft hair, letting him know he had indeed done good.

Kneeling at your feet, nibbling his bottom lip in that way he did, he bats his eyes and smiles a too innocent smile.  Your seed giving his face a sloppy gloppy shine.  He whispers happily.  “Thank you Daddy.”