One thing about Poppy is that she can't easily forget.

She remembered everything just like a broken record put on repeat. Her toddler days was just like any normal toddler has. Daycare classmates in playground. Picking up by her mommy and going to his daddy's workplace for them to go straight to dinner together. It was lovely.

Her elementary days was just the same. She was seven when her daddy got promoted and got friends who were just nice to visit them at least once a week. Bringing chocolates for her and sometimes beer for her daddy. Her mommy always tell her that they are nice friends, sometimes they drank alcohols but they are responsible, especially Simon, who was just twenty-three that time.

Poppy started noticing things when she turned thirteen. It was summer when Simon, in last year of being in twenties, was invited over to come to vacation with them on the beach.

Simon paid attention to her really well. She thought of it as concern, he was afraid that she got too far from the shore. And that made her happy. He was the one who taught her to swim anyway.

By fourteen, she started loving his attention on her. She started performing well, studying and playing piano in front of their guests, especially for Simon. For her, it was just a little crush. Harmless.

But Simon stopped coming over. She didn't know the reason and she felt sad about it but there was nothing a fifteen year old girl can do aside from continuing on her little life. Then she started to shift her focus on her future. Studying and loving her family.

So she didn't really know how Simon boomeranged his life towards her family again.

Her parents went home that night after she passed out on the couch. Only the next day she got to know that Simon is really back from States. He finished his work overseas and got back in the hometown with a promotion waiting on his big shoulders. She was happy at that. But also guilty when she saw how happy his father was.

She just had Simon's thick fingers and huge cock hours ago that day and she don't have a heart to rejoice with her parents. So she avoided him for weeks.

Only until she can't sleep weeks after. She can't forgot that unfamiliar feeling. The tingling, toe-curling, stomach tightening, and pussy pulsing feeling she got from Simon who just came back in her life after four years.

Feeling dreadful, she throw the covers off her body and wear her slippers. Maybe a milk could help. She heard loud noises of their television in the living room. They were supposedly having movie night after all when she bailed and told them she would sleep early. But she couldn't sleep and she was here.

She turned to the kitchen and froze in place.

There she saw Simon, sitting on their kitchen stool, nursing a glass of whiskey, darken eyes strained on her. He was wearing a loose tie on his crisp white button down shirt and God knows what he was wearing behind the counter.

The quick beats of her own heart pulsed in her ears. Her hands were cold but the rest of her was burning up, a flush creeping up her neck as she met Simon’s unblinking stare from his perch on the kitchen stool.

He hadn’t moved, hadn’t acknowledged her with anything more than that intense, predatory focus, his eyes tracing the thin fabric of her pink nightgown as if he could see straight through to the slender curves beneath.

A familiar, sweet swirl began low in her stomach, a liquid heat that spread through her veins and made her fingers tremble.

She forced herself to move, her slippers whispering against the tile as she crossed to the refrigerator. The cool air that washed over her when she opened the door did little to quell the fire he’d ignited.

She bypassed the milk carton, her original goal forgotten, and instead reached for the water pitcher. The cold glass felt solid, real, in her unsteady hands. She filled it to the brim, the water sloshing slightly, and brought it to her lips, drinking deeply as if she could drown the ache building between her legs.

She felt embarrassed because she can't ignore how her pussy was calling for him.

She could feel the weight of his gaze on the line of her throat as she swallowed, on the way her breasts pressed against the nightgown with each breath.

Every memory of his hands, his mouth, the possessive thrust of his hips on that very couch in the next room, crashed over her, making her skin prickle with a delicious, guilty anticipation.

Setting the empty glass down with a soft click, she finally turned to face him fully. Her cheeks were on fire, a rosy blush that betrayed the cool indifference she desperately wanted to project.

And there it was—a flicker in the depths of his dark eyes, a spark of pure, unadulterated hunger that made her breath catch.

The corner of his mouth twitched into a slow, knowing smirk, a silent acknowledgement of the tension coiling in the space between them.

He still hadn't gestured, hadn't spoken a word, but the command in his stillness was louder than any sound from the television. He was waiting, a predator perfectly content to let his prey come to him, and Poppy felt a thrilling, terrifying pull deep in her core, an undeniable urge to step into the trap.

Poppy swallowed hard and beat the silence. "Were you supposed to watch with them?" She turned to her parents in living room, on the couch. Their backs were on the kitchen opening, so they can't see them plus the dim light on the kitchen would not help.

Simon raised a brow at her, amused. "I supposed not," he grunts. "Its you who I wanna watch anyway."

Her eyes squinted at him. "I, uh, was in my room." But that sounded wrong. It sounded like an invitation.

"You wanted me in your room?" His smirk deepened, her hand moving to twirl his drink. "I can't believe you want that, little Poppy."

She cleared her throat. "No. I didn't say that."

"But that's what you want, sweetheart?" His voice was serious now and he drank his glass straight up. "Why don't you come here, hm? Let's discuss few things."

That. Again. Poppy felt her heart stammered. He wanted her closer again despite her parents in their radius.

"Why? What things?" Poppy asked, cheeks warm and holding the glass tightly near her chest.

"About things I wanted to tell you."

"No." Poppy said, brows furrowed.

"Why no?" Simon smirked.

"That's because—"

"Your parents in the living room? In the same couch I fucked you?"

Poppy's heart fell on her toes and she turned to their direction. She was afraid that they might hear what Simon was pushing on her. "Please don't tell—"

Simon chuckled, propping his clean shaven chin on his palm by the counter. "Oh, my little Poppy. I don't like when you get nervous." He looked over her parents. "Joey, do you mind me having a little catch up with your little Poppy here?"

Her face flushed. She fidgets with her nightgown and turned. She saw her parents smiling.

"Oh, Simon, I told you that she missed you dearly. We don't mind at all." Her dad chuckled.

"Be good, hmm, Poppy?" Her mommy smiled heartily.

Poppy plastered an awkward grin at them, nodding few times before turning to Simon who was now patting a seat beside him, behind the kitchen counter, hidden from the living room.

"Come here, sweetheart." Simon crooned when she finally sat beside him. He turned his body on her side to face her. "Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?" Simon tucked few strands of her hair behind her ear. "You grew into a fine young lady you are right now." His voice was slightly deeper yet still appropriate.

And Poppy didn't know what to say, what to do, where to look and so she just started fidgeting her fingers on her lap.

"Look at me, sweetheart. Wanna see your pretty blue eyes." Simon lifted her chin, and she sucked in breath and looked at him. "Fucking gorgeous is what you are."

Simon really know his way to her. Few praises had her closing her thighs and breathing heavy. Such a delicated flower he'd soon devour.

He turned to look at her parents so engulfed with whatever bullshit they are watching. But he was glad that he didn't need to sneak in her room anymore. Poppy get down on her own and met with his little surprise. Him in the flesh is the surprise.

Simon smirked at her, tilting his head as he think of something. "Would you be my sweet little Poppy and do as you are told?" His voice was deeper and close to a whisper now, and she could swear her tiny hair on her nape stand tall at that.

She blushed hard and nodded at him, swallowing thickly.

"Such a good girl." Simon hold her hand and brought to his lip, kissing the back of her hand. "For starters, I want you to pretend that we are having fun." He smirked at her confused gaze. "When in fact we would have a lot more fun. Do you follow, sweetheart?"

Poppy ceremoniously nodded.

"You will tell me stories, you have to giggle, or laugh, and smile at me as you do." Simon pressed his elbow on the counter propping his cheek with his palm, his other hand now in her thigh, finger gently circling around. "All while I touch your tight pussy. Can you do that, sweetheart?"

She bit her lip hard, breathing heavy.

Simon chuckled, shaking his head, almost disappointed. "Oh, Poppy, we're not even getting started yet." He narrowed his eyes at her, fingers tapping on her bare thighs, her pink nightgown riding up her smooth thighs. "Do I have to repeat myself, sweetheart?"

Poppy choked out a small 'no' and Simon was delighted.

"Then would you do that?"

"Yes." Poppy swallowed hard. "Just be careful."

"Humor me." Simon chuckled, a bit loud, maybe the sign for their little game being started. "So what year are you now, hmm?"

Poppy tried hard to ignore his big strong hands pulling her stool closer as she answered. "Twelveth grade. I'm graduating in July." She bit her lip, looking down his hands that are now parting her thighs. "And, and—"

"And?" Simon hummed, coaxing her to be good.

"And I am looking forward to," She swallowed thickly, pausing to sucked a deep breath as he started pulling her cotton panties, "to start college." She watched him pause, eyes zeroed in on wet patch on her panties.

"Fucking soaked." He grunted, then yanked it down her legs, knocking off her slippers in the process and pocketing it on his black pants. Her eyes widened when she got to see his tent. She didn't just pitched a tent. She pitched a fucking A-ridge tent on his pants.

"Tell me more." Simon's voice was raspy and she was becoming more eager now that he was pushing her thighs more open behind counters, while sitting on the kitchen stool.

"I had more fun in high school because I had more friends and, ah," She closed her eyes when she finally felt his cold thumb circling on her swollen clit. "We went to different museums and parks together."

"You like that, don't you?" Simon whispered. "You like fingers on your soaking cunt. Bet you didn't soaked this by yourself nor any guy your age." He smirked as her breath hitched. "Because I can only make you like this. Soaking and fucking needy." He pushes his two fingers in, his other hand pulling her by the edge of her seat. Her leg that was hidden behind the counter was placed on top of his knee. Spread open for his fingers, soon for his face.

"Simon—"

Simon chuckled and turned to her parents. "Careful now, sweetheart." He curled his fingers in her wet folds, his thumb pressing harder on her clit. "You wanna get caught?"

Poppy swallowed her pathetic moan. "No, please."

"Then tell me some fucking stories." Simon drag his fingers in and out of her, pointed look on her flushed face.

"Few guys tried to date me," Her back arches slightly, gripping on the edge of the tabletop as she felt his now three fingers thrusts grew quicker unapologetically, "when I was in tenth grade but I don't like them, I turned, oh," She cover her mouth, feigning yawn in front of him, but it was a long quiet moan as she felt her release becoming closer. "Please," she choked out a moan.

"Already?" Simon chuckled, shaking his head. "You don't get to come that easily after telling me that you got hit on." He withdraws his fingers, brows raising as he saw how slippery wet his fingers are now. "Such a mess." And he licked his fingers clean, sucking. "Should I eat you now?"

Poppy could cry at that but she have to be a good girl. She knows she have to. "Yes, yes please, Simon."

Simon turned to look at her parents in the couch. "You have to be quiet, sweetheart, for this to happen."

She nodded eagerly. And her eyes widen as he stood tall, lifting the kitchen stool and placing them away to make space for his big frame. She watches as he sank down on the floor, strong hands turning her seat closer to his head. And that was the most perfect place for him to make her a crying mess.

She was sitting on the stool alone, in her parent's view. And Simon was hidden by the counter, on his knees, face in front of her dripping pussy. In the place he exactly wanted. Even dream of for fucking years.

She propped her elbows on table top, eyes zeroed in on the living room, while heart was stammering as she felt him blow warm breath on her wet folds.

She felt the first slow, deliberate drag of his tongue against her swollen clit, hot and wet, and a broken whimper escaped her lips before she could swallow it down.

Her elbows dug harder into the tabletop as her hips jerked involuntarily, the sensation shooting straight through her like lightning.

Simon's mouth sealed over her entrance next, sucking with obscene, wet pulls that made her pussy clench and drip onto his tongue, the slick sounds barely muffled by the drone of the television in the next room.

"Tastes so fucking sweet." He groaned low against her folds, the vibration making her thighs tremble and clamp around his broad shoulders, but his strong hands forced them wider apart, pinning her open as he drove his tongue deep inside her cunt, fucking her with long, thrusting strokes that stretched her tight walls and lapped up every drop of her arousal.

Poppy's breath came in ragged, shallow pants as she stared desperately at her parents' backs, forcing a shaky smile even as her vision blurred.

"Mmm, ahh," she managed, voice cracking into a soft moan she tried to disguise as a cough, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter so hard her knuckles whitened.

Simon's tongue curled and flicked relentlessly, sucking her clit between his lips with wet, sloppy pressure while two thick fingers pushed into her soaked pussy from below, curling to stroke that sensitive spot inside her that made her whole body seize.

Precum and saliva mixed with her juices, trickling down her thighs in messy rivulets as he devoured her, his free hand sliding up to pinch and roll one stiff nipple through the thin nightgown, sending sparks racing under her skin.

She bit her lip bloody to stay quiet, the thrill of being spread and eaten out right there making her cunt flutter and pulse harder around his thrusting tongue, her stomach twisting with that familiar, guilty heat as she fought not to cry out his name.

"Poppy, love? Are you alright there?" Her eyes fluttered open to see her mommy in the door, sucking a sharp breath as she felt she was closer.

"Yes, mommy, ah, I'm okay." She sat up straight but Simon didn't stop. If anything he just finger fucked her harder while eating her out. Her hand drifted down to tugged on his hair. "I was just, mmh, thinking of what to eat."

Simon smirked on her pussy, sucking harsher on her clit to prove that she doesn't need to eat. She's getting eaten anyways.

"Do you want me to cook you anything?" Poppy's eyes widen as her mommy started to step inside theirr kitchen. "No!"

Her mommy paused and blinks at her. "Sorry, I mean, no, its okay. I got this." She smiled, eyes threatening to roll back because she was a minute closer to her fucking release and she was in front of her mom. "Just please don't mind me—"

"Okay love, oh I remember. Where's Simon?"

Poppy bit her lip to suppress her cry. Her toes curling and any seconds now she would collapse in pure ecstacy. "H-he was in the bathroom." She closed her eyes and cover her mouth, body shaking, thighs pushing wider, as Simon's tongue flicked her swollen clit while thrusting three fingers in her vigoriously.

"Alright. I'll leave you to it."

The moment her mommy walks out the kitchen, her back arches like a bow, knees raising up her breasts, mouth parted for a long quiet moan. Tears drip down her face as Simon sucked her clit while ramming his thick fingers clit through her best orgasm ever while in parents' radius.

Her body comvulses, eyes deep shut seeing stars as she released with a softest whimper moan.

Simon chuckled and kissed her inner thighs. "You're such a good girl, sweetheart. A very good girl." He straightened up and wipe his mouth, walking to the sink to wash his hands.

Poppy looked down her eaten half. She dripped so much that she wet the stool and a little bit on the floor. Her face burns and she pulled down her nighties down, looking at Simon as she remember he had her panties in his pocket. She once again let him.

But this time, she wasn't ashamed. If anything she was still needy and horny. Shamelessly.

"What about you?" She heard herself ask.

Simon turned and gestured to his pitching A-ridge tent on his trousers. "That'd be dangerous."

"Why?"

"Because I'd be greedy enough to fuck you on the floor once you get to touch me here."

Poppy felt herself clench around nothing, toes curling. "I.. I don't think that's okay."

Simon chuckled. "You sure don't want trouble?"

She nodded. "I don't. I'm scared."

He licked his lip as he pulled the stool and sit on it. His hand went to his fly. "Do you know how hard I get everytime you're around?" Simon asked, pushing down his pants slightly and bringing out his big cock.

Poppy gasps slightly. Cheeks burning.

"So fucking hard it hurts."

She bit her lip. "Sorry."

"Fucking none of that." He gave himself a slow drag up and down. "You can't apologize for making me this hard, sweetheart." He grunted. "You should be fucking proud. You bat your lashes, I'm hard. You walked around me, I'm hard. You smile at me then I'm hard as rock." He started fisting his rigid cock. "Do you know why?"

Poppy shook her head.

"Because you're all I want." He bit his lip, fisting more harder that his balls bounce. "I always want you. And when I was away, I missed you so fucking bad." He groaned.

"So fucking bad that when I came over here I had to fist my cock on your couch after I got to smell your sweet scent around the room." He thumbs on his tip.

"I should have apologize for how the things escalate after that but fuck, that's all I want." Simon flicked his wrist, grunting. "Turn back time and I'd still do that." He looked at her and smirk. "Probably should have ate you out sooner though. Can still taste you in my mouth, sweetheart."

Poppy watched. Thats what she did when he finally come, spilling over his hand, groaning lowly with his eyes closed.

She hold on the edge of countertop for support when he finally looked at her, tucking his still hard cock in his boxers and zipping his fly.

"That was never enough." Simon grunts.

And indeed it was never enough for the both of them. They should have take things like that to bed. But one thing is clear, they will surely might sooner than expected.

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this is actually written by me. can you tell? 😁

Kitchen Situation