Dad 11

DAD

Just a story that came into my head.

If you want to believe it has any truth in it, that's fine by me, if you want to pick holes in my spelling or grammar, good luck.

I do use Grammarly to spell check and sometimes do Chang a word that it suggests, it's like the rest of us not working right all of the time, it sometimes randomly changes things on its own, well that's my excuse.

I hope at least someone likes it.

I'm laid on my side feeling ill, I have some sort of infection that has knocked me out, I don't usually get hit this hard with anything.

My head was pounding and I had a temperature, I must have by the way I'm sweating, my tee shirt is sodden and I need to change it, put a towel underneath me.

"How are you feeling?" Poppy asked.

Poppy is my daughter, my pride and joy, 20 years old in a few weeks still living at home with us, us being Amy, my wife and me, Jon Smith.

Okay I've heard all the jokes, Mr and Mrs Smith when we log in or check in anywhere we have been, but it's the name I was given at birth by my mum and dad, Mr and Mrs Smith.......

I've heard Poppy called all sorts of nicknames, PS, Pops, Proper Snooty, but in my mind, but I'll never tell anyone, but if it has to be PS, it would have to stand for Probably Second.

I'm biased, she's my girl, from the day she could crawl she has been a daddy's girl, Amy will do ..... only if I'm not around to make it better or tell her how wonderful she was at whatever she was doing, if she wasn't feeling well it was me who she sat on to get comfort, it was me that had changed her nappy's until she said. "No, I'm too grown up for them." At the ripe old age of 2.

Today it was her turn to change me, my tee and she put a towel under me and promised to change the sheets when I had the strength to get out of bed.

Where was Amy? My loving wife.

Amy was at Beth's, her sister in Scotland, it had been planned 3 months ago, I had fallen ill 2 days before she left and she had decided that I wasn't that ill, it would all clear up in a day or so and just went as planed, it was going to be her annual holiday, a month, I'd have gone for a week, her sister and hubby got on my nerves if I stayed near them for longer. This was week 3, I hoped I felt better soon.

I became aware of my teeth chattering! My whole body was shaking and I was wet and cold, Amy said to me to raise my arms and she took my tee off, she hugged me to stop the shaking she held and warmed me up and I felt her hand holding my balls, we kissed and I felt her body melt into mine as I drifted off into oblivion.

"I love you, I really do." It was in the back of my mind as I opened my eyes.

Oh god, I hurt all over, but the sweats had stopped, the shaking had stopped and I needed to use the loo, desperately.

As I went to get out of bed Poppy stopped me.

"Where do you think you're going?" I told her, she had to help me out of bed and into the bathroom, I waited for her to leave but she just pulled my shorts down and stood me in front of the bowl, "It's nothing I haven't seen in the last week or so Jon."

I didn't want to, but needs must, I peed, it felt so good, like I hadn't relieved myself for a week, which might have been true, my legs started to vibrate and I was having trouble standing.

"Okay, just hold on to the sink," she moved me aside to the sink.

I gripped it afraid that I would fall, she lifted each leg and took my shorts off, ran the tap to draw hot water into the sink as she removed my damp tee shirt.

"I'll just give you a quick wash so you feel better," Poppy put soap on the cloth and proceeded to give me a wash, rinsed the cloth and redid it, she paid attention to my private parts, even pulling back my foreskin making sure I was spotless, then she rubbed me dry with a towel.

"Let's get you back to bed," Poppy led me back to my bedroom, made me sit in the chair that Amy had insisted we have there.

She put a blanket around my shoulders and changed the sheets.

"There, all clean again let's get you back in and I'll go get you something to eat, I think you're over the worst now."

I got in and Poppy went off leaving me naked under the covers.

She returned with a bowl of soup and some bread.

I hadn't thought I was hungry, but it disappeared, Poppy told me to roll over and have a sleep.

I woke up later with Poppy sitting beside me reading her book.

"Okay, good, feeling better? Shall I get you something else to eat Jon?"

I rolled towards her, my bare leg touched another bare leg, I must have made her jump with the speed that I moved away from her.

"It's all right, nothing is going to happen to you, it's been easier for me to sleep with you in case you needed anything during the night.

Shall I get you some toast?"

I nodded, Poppy got out of bed and I saw she had a pair of what she called panties on.

I called them an invitation to sex when Amy wore some like it. I saw one of my tee's on her, it dropped to cover her rear as she pulled a silk gown on and tied it around her middle.

My brain was trying to catch up with what was happening, it felt like I was still thinking in yesterday but was seeing in today, little made sense.

Poppy came back with a big plate full of buttered toast, handed it to me and I couldn't stop myself as I watch her undo the belt on her gown slid it off her shoulders and bend over facing away from me to put it on the chair I had sat in so recently, her rear cheeks swallowed the back part of those panties, I swallowed.

Poppy pulled the blankets back pulled the tee up so she wouldn't sit on the bottom of it and got into bed with me again.

She smiled at me and reached for a slice of toast.

"Watching you has made me hungry, I thought I'd join you."

She took a bit and started to chew.

I sort of followed her lead. She feed my a couple of pills.

"Just something to help with your dehydration."

Between bites and chewing Poppy made small talk, about what had happened in the news, about her looking for a job change, that was the first I'd heard her say that, she hadn't long moved up in the food chain of the office she worked in, had been given more leeway to make her own decisions about what the client needed, I didn't understand exactly what she did. I just knew it was something secret for the government.

"I think you need to sleep again, get your strength up."

I was a pushover, she was right, I had no strength and sleep sounded good and I must have dozed off.

I woke in the dark.

"Shhhhh, it's alright, go back to sleep." Said a voice into my ear, I felt a leg rest up behind mine as I went off again.

I woke in daylight to noises from the kitchen, I felt much better for the sleep and food yesterday, felt so good that I got up and put some joggers on and went downstairs.

"Good morning Jon, you look much better, how do you feel?"

Poppy was dressed in her silk robe and slippers doing something in a saucepan. "Scrambled eggs? teas in the pot, I heard you moving around."

I poured the tea for both of us, Poppy put a plate in front of me and one in her place opposite me.

"Poppy, I'd like to thank you for looking after me, but I have to ask, what's this with calling me Jon and not dad anymore?"

She looked at me thoughtful.

"Do you really feel better?" I nodded.

"You know I love you don't you? Know that I'd never hurt you, and that you taught me that it's better to pull the plaster off in one quick go, not in little tugs!" I nodded again having this feeling that maybe I wouldn't be feeling so good in a moment.

"Mums been cheating on you forever, even before you married her."

I think I dropped my knife, my jaw dropped that's for sure.

"I know it's hard to believe, but have I ever lied to you? Ever?"

I couldn't think of a single occasion she had told me a lie, she had always owned up if she was caught or if I asked if she had done something.

"I shall call you Jon from now on, it's your name, I will only call you dad again if you want me to, I don't want to embarrass you in any way, mums done too much of that.

I'm not your daughter, mum gave birth to me, and you raised me as only a loving father could, but you are not the sperm donor, Henry was and is still fucking her, probably right this moment."

I looked at her in shock, I couldn't say anything, my brain had seized up.

"Howwww? Are you kidding me? It's not a joke Poppy, not to me!"

"It's no joke Jon, she duped you, made a fool of you if you want to look at it like that.

Yes, I'm sure, I have the DNA results if you really want to see them, but it's all just figures, it doesn't make sense if you don't know how to read them.

I know it's a shock but you needed to know, now you just need to have a plan as to how you are going to play this out.

I'm hoping you're not going to take the bitch back into your bed, I'll be very disappointed in you if you do.

Go back to bed, lay down and think it through, I'll come up in a while and we can talk about it more when you have had some time to think, go on Jon, go to bed."

Like a little schoolboy I did as I was told. I lay thinking all these thoughts that made no sense to me, how had Poppy found all this out, how much did she know for sure?

I punched the pillows in frustration.

"Good to see you want to kill somebody, but I don't want you to go to prison, we can get our own back without me having to visit you inside." She laughed, put 2 pills in my hand and held a glass of water towards me, pulled the blankets back took her robe off and got into bed with me again.

"Look Poppy, you can't just keep getting into bed with me, it's just not right, you're my," That's as far as I got.

"No I'm not, I am nothing to you, there is absolutely no part of you that is me, got it!

I am not your daughter, I am the loving girl, who turned out to be the loving woman that is in bed with you at this moment.

The one who you raised to tell the truth.

You might not like to admit it but you love me, not only as a daughter, but you love me as a woman, don't you Jon?

What could I say, she was right, but not like that, for 20 years she had been my second best friend, my girlfriend, but not in a sexual way.

"Do you trust me to tell you the truth?" I was looking at her, she wasn't the girl, or woman she had grown up to be in my eyes at this moment, she had this energy that I hadn't seen in her before, a steeliness, I saw she wouldn't be put off whatever path she was looking down in her mind.

"Okay, tell me what you see." I thought, in for a penny, in for a pound, as the saying goes.

"You and I will ditch the bitch, we will get our own back on them and ..... " for the first time I saw a question in her own plan, then it passed.

"You will divorce her, I will have 3 kids and we will live happily ever after."

I couldn't stop from laughing.

"So me getting divorced from the bitch," I used her term.

"That's going to really tell her is it?"

"Well she has stayed married to you for 20 years, she must love you."

"You haven't thought this out have you? Just how positive are you that A, you aren't my child? and B, that Mum is having an affair?"

"I won't call her mum again, it's bitch from now on.

I am 100% sure that she has been screwing Henry and I'm his child, the Bitch knows it as well, I found the DNA results in her wardrobe, it's hidden, I only found it by accident, but I've had over a year to verify that they are still doing the nasty on you, and by that I mean me as well."

She took a big breath and looked around and then at me.

"Look whatever's going on Amy is still your mother, always will be so please don't fall out over this because of what she's done, or doing?

She's doing it to me, it won't be good for you in the long term, let me see your proof, let me sort out my options, not you, and I'll always be your dad, not Jon," it was my turn to take a deep breath.

"Look I feel knocked out, it's a big blow just listening to you and I think I need to go back to sleep."

I pulled the covers up to my chin.

Poppy sat there stiffly, back hard against the headboard, staring straight ahead.

"Time to go to your own bed Poppy, leave me to think is through."

She huffed and puffed but got out.

The last I heard was her going downstairs talking on her phone.

I came to the surface slowly, it had been a good nights sleep, I assumed I had slept for nearly 24 hours, it was light outside. I moved my arm to scratch the itch on my hip.

"Poppy, you can't keep getting into bed like this it isn't right, you're my,"

"Stop right there, I'm NOT, NOT your daughter you are only the man that that Bitch of a woman I once called mother, who happens to be married to you at the moment, yes you raised me as a daughter, and I couldn't have asked for a better father than you were.

BUT I am not your daughter, if I want to be in bed with you I have every right to be."

She was mad, I hoped it wasn't going to be like this all day.

"I have something to tell you, the girls are coming to stay for a day or two," Oh god, just what I needed, the 'girls' were her best friends from school, 5, 20 years olds, and the best bunch of friends I secretly wished I had, no not like that.

Okay, in my private thoughts I did have dreams of them, but only daydreams.

I had seen, watched them grow from toddlers to full grown women each and every one of them, how they had laughed and cried together as a group and individually, but right now they were not going to help my thought process, they were a distraction wherever they were, they were the life and soul of the party, nothing seemed to be serious in their eyes, or that's how I viewed them.

"Poppy, now isn't the time for them to be here." I hoped the begging in my voice hadn't actually come out.

"Too late Jon, too late it's all been arranged, they will be here today at the very earliest but probably not till Friday.

The six musketeers will ride again."

I closed my eyes and prayed.

It was just as we sat down for supper. Poppy had allowed me to get up and dressed, go eat with her in the kitchen, we heard cars in the drive.

"Oh goody, sounds like reinforcements have arrived." Poppy jumped up and rushed to the front door.

It was all squealing and kissing and suitcases and coats everywhere, and then the came into the kitchen, I was covered in kisses and hugged as if it was a miracle I was alive and they were sooooo pleased.

And then it changed, it was all how sorry they were, I glared at Poppy, I had told her not to talk to anyone else about Amy.

The five took no notice of my look, I had 2 girls sat on my knees, holding me close, I felt my little head react to 2 large breasts being pushed into my side, I'm a man and it's a reaction that just happens.

It was loud, they all talked at once and paid no attention to what anyone else was saying, or it appeared that way, but it went silent as Poppy said that we had a war to arrange.

They were nodding and then Poppy said.

"Enough, let's sort out sleeping arrangements and then we shall have a meeting.

I was left on my own trying to hide my embarrassment from showing.

They had done it before, loads of times, they didn't need me to help.

When they all came down they had changed into leggings and sweats, or in Pip's case shorts and a tee. It was clear to see that she had discarded her bra as well, I had to look away.

I didn't notice it at first, but it dawned on me that 1, or 2 of them kept me in conversation while the others talked, it was carefully done, my talks were just catching up with what they had been doing, but I heard voices and snippets in the background, "the bitch, she didn't, oh my, we have to," things like that.

It had gotten late and I said I was going to leave them to it and go up to bed, it was all rushed then, oh yes, it's getting later than we thought, we will go to bed as well, I laughed and told them I wanted to have the bathroom first, 6 women were never going to take a short time.

They laughed along with me but let me go first, I came out and the noise of 6 women chatting and taking makeup off and teeth cleaning blended into the background.

My bedroom door, I had purposely closed opened, Pip and I think it was Lyn came in.

"Move to the middle Jon." Pip said walking around the bed to the other side. The covers were pulled back and each of them got in facing me.

"I'm too old to want to sleep 3 to a bed with them."

I'm thinking 1 of me and 2 of them? doesn't that make 3?

"No, you can't be in bed with me, it's not right." I had to say something, I knew from experience that I wasn't going to win, once their minds were made up it was like trying to hold water back, it, or whatever they wanted happened.

"I'm sorry if I hold onto you in the night, I don't like the feeling of falling out of bed so I might have to hold you." Lyn said moving an arm resting it on my stomach.

"Me too." Pip said her hand was a lot lower as it came to rest.

Sleep, I think my adrenaline was running at full capacity, I was scared to move in case a hand found my rampant hard on, I was stiff in both ways.

I woke to the pressure of a body behind me, and a handful of breast.

I wanted to jump out and get away from them, but being in the middle of 2 bodies that were as close to me as they were it wasn't going to happen quickly.

I got out after a lot of "oh no, don't go, just stay a bit longer, you never know what might come up" to laughter and giggles.

Too late it had come up and it's presence was obvious to anyone that looked. More laughter.

I locked myself in the bathroom, did what I needed to do and had a shower, I heard the door being tried.

When I got to the kitchen I was met with 6 serious looking women, the war council was in planning mode.

I honestly tried to tell them it was not their fight, it was mine if I wanted to have a fight with Amy or if I was not going to do anything.

By the looks on each of their faces it was clear that I had crossed some sort of line.

I wasn't included in anything, one of them was desegregated to keep me off side, out of whatever they were planing.

By the mid afternoon I was sat watching the TV, British Super Bikes, Pip was sitting alongside of me on the sofa.

I was stunned when she started to talk about how much she loved it, she knew all about it, who was on the winning streak, who had had the best and worst time in the last few years.

For once in long time I had someone to talk to about something I liked, nobody I really knew didn't have my love of the sport.

The afternoon went far too quickly, dinner was a mix of feelings for me, the group had relaxed and started to have a laugh and joke with each other.

I started to feel sleepy around 9, early for me even if I wasn't well.

I made my apologies and went up, on coming out of the bathroom I crept into bed, I heard the voices below, laughing and joking, I heard the shower going again.

It was a repeat of last night, only difference was that it was Sally and Kath that got into bed with me this time.

It might be a lot of men's dreams, 2 women in bed with you, but the reality of who they were made it hard, double meaning meant.

They were all like daughters to me, they are after all young women who were sexy, and knew how to play a man to get what they want just by the way they looked at you and or the way they dressed.

In this case they had little clothes on, Kath informed me that she slept naked, and tonight wasn't going to be any different.

Sally sniggered, smiled at me and leaning over kissing me on the lips.

I'm surprised that I seemed to go to sleep without any trouble.

Kath was naked, I found that fact out when I woke up to turn over, she was cradling my head to her bust, a leg was over mine and I was laid in her split between her legs, I wasn't hard and turned straight away to stop from becoming hard.