For compliance purposes, all sexually active characters are over the age of eighteen. Any underage activities take place only in the reader's imagination.
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I'm Rory, and I'm a fairly healthy guy but have a congenital heart defect. I was born with one functioning lung. Although this could have been corrected when I was an infant my parents chose not to do it. They'd had three miscarriages before I was born and didn't want to risk losing me, especially when told that I could have a pretty normal life.
That's been fairly true, other than getting winded faster than most people and a more frequent susceptibility to colds. However because of my "condition," my mother was fairly overprotective and I became pretty much of a nerd. I was fortunate enough however that when I went to college I met another nerd; a beautiful, sweet, and loving nerd who became my best friend and then my wife. We had fifteen wonderful years together. I always thought because of my heart defect that I would be the one to go first but that was not the case. The love of my life passed away at the age of thirty-five from cancer, leaving me bereft and with a 12-year-old daughter to raise.
After the funeral, my little girl sat next to me on the couch as I was wallowing in grief. She took my hand in hers and said, "Don't worry, Daddy we'll get through this. Momma told me to help you as much as I can. We just have to take care of each other now."
I put my arm around her and smiled at her. "Yes, we will. You're a smart little girl."
She gave me a matter-of-fact look and said, "I know I am. I'm a genius." Then she gave me a little giggle. However, she was not wrong. She is in fact a genius. I'm no dummy and Shanna was smarter than me but Terri is wicked smart. When she was thirteen she convinced me that we needed a new start to get over the grief that was crushing me. She showed me her analysis of crime rate stats and educational stats and showed me where the best place for us to live. The city we moved to would have the benefit of a small-town feel but also good educational opportunities.
At fourteen she could have tested out of high school and gone to college but chose not to do so. When I found out about her test scores I urged her to skip high school, which to be honest had been kind of a limbo for me. She sat with me at the kitchen table and explained her plan. My darling daughter comes up with plans for most things. Unlike me, she wanted to experience all the socialization that high school had to offer. She didn't want to be immediately labeled as super-smart so had a plan to gradually reveal her intellect. In her freshman year, she planned to keep her grades in the low part of the high percentile. In her sophomore year, she was going to be in the middle of the high percentile and then in her Junior and Senior years move into the highest percentile and honors programs.
I realized that I shouldn't let my lackluster high school experience influence how my daughter's experience would be. Even at fourteen Terri was a beauty and she took after her mother in that regard. I'm a fairly average man. I'm of average height and average weight with curly reddish auburn hair, hazel eyes, and pale skin tones, courtesy of my Irish and German ancestors. Shanna was dark chocolate and was what is called slim thicc nowadays. She had beautiful dark eyes, an aquiline nose, and full pouty lips. Terri is more milk chocolate and even at fourteen was well on her way to also being slim but curvaceous. I realized that given her personality and looks she would probably be as popular in high school as she was in elementary school. So I agreed to go along with her plan.
Over the next three years Terri did exactly as she planned academically and also along the way was a cheerleader, played on the soccer team, acted in a few plays, and joined a couple of clubs such as dance and cooking. I asked why she didn't join the computer club or chess club. She wanted clubs that would challenge her.
Although Terri was born in September and so was 18 when her senior year started, she still chose not to opt-out early. She'd stuck it out for three years and wasn't going to just forget about her last year. Then Covid came in the middle of her senior year. Like many people, we sheltered in place while the Covid pandemic raged across the world.
Because of my heart and lung condition I am supposed to be a lot more susceptible to the virus.
Terri wouldn't even consider staying with anyone else. She frowned at my suggestion, "What and leave you on your own? You'd be eating pop tarts for breakfast and ramen for supper every night." That is not true; I would have varied my diet with cold cereal and take-out. Kidding. I can cook; I just don't like doing it.
Shortly after we began our sojourn in lockdown, I started to realize just how much my daughter had grown up. She had always been mature for her age and of course, I had noted in passing how attractive she had become. Once we were stuck at home we became more casual about our dress, Terri even more than I. Except when she dressed for school she most often dressed in t-shirts, crop tops, and shorts, or her pajamas. Without exception, she favored snug outfits because she said they were easier to move around in when she exercised.
Although I haven't dated much since the death of my wife, I do have female work friends which provided an outlet for emotional and social male-female bonding. When that outlet disappeared due to being confined to home, my eyes drifted towards the nearest female form, my 18 year old daughter. Terri's tight outfits highlighted just how curvaceous she had become. Her 5'6" frame, trim waist, taut abs, and toned arms and legs made her grapefruit-sized breasts and full, firm round butt seem all the larger on her.
One night a couple of days into our lockdown she came down from her room to get a snack. I was watching a movie and she joined me on the sofa. She was dressed in a tight crop top t-shirt and panties. Her thick wavy hair was inside her favorite pink bonnet. As she ate her grapes she snuggled next to me and the fullness of her braless breasts pressed against me. To my horror, I got an erection. Ashamed and mortified I suddenly excused myself. As I walked away, trying to hide my hard-on with my hand, I saw Terri glance at my crotch with a small smirk and pop a grape into her mouth to hide a giggle.
I'm a Logistics Coordinator for a landscaping and exterior design company and our business was busier than usual. Since people were staying at home many decided to redo their lawns and home exteriors. Although I didn't do it very often before the lockdown I had worked from home on some evenings when Terri was about out with friends or on a date so it was fairly easy to start working from home full time. I had a home office computer set up strictly for that purpose. Since I had proprietary software and documentation on it I didn't use it for any other purposes.
I'd once had a devastating rootkit infect my personal laptop and was paranoid about viruses. I'd had to ask Terri to look at the laptop and then I was mercilessly teased for months about the source of the malicious rootkit. Yeah, it had been from a porn site. However, it was either go to her and get teased or to some geek squad and listen to their sarcastic jibes.
