Author's Note: This is loosely inspired by the movie "Contagion".
When the Chengdu Flu was first reported hardly anyone paid any attention to it. Hate to admit it but I didn't care about it either. At least not until the Tuesday I went to work and two of my coworkers left work early because family members had died. That disturbed me so I cut out early from work and headed to Costco to stock up ahead of the crowd. It surprised me that most everyone was going about their business like a normal day.
My daughter Becky was home from college on spring break and my wife and son were in Virginia visiting her family. When I got home Beck was nowhere to be found so it was up to me to unload the supplies. Immediately afterwards I headed to the nearby Lukas Wine & Spirits and made sure I had an ample supply of liquor before they'd run out. Thirty different cases of beer, two cases of Scotch, three cases of vodka, and an assortment of special bottles and mixers meant I was ready for whatever was coming.
Back at the house I got my supply stashed away and then I checked the news. It wasn't on the major networks but the local Kansas City news was starting to mention people getting sick with the flu.
It was around eight when Becky got in from shopping with a friend and I brought her up to speed on what looked like a problem. She was mostly indifferent but understood when I asked her to stay around the house the next day.
In the morning the news was starting to feature more coverage of the Chengdu Flu. Hospitals were starting to see patients and the media had perked up to the fact. By lunch time a couple of the reporters were in the hospital. By that night those reporters were dead.
I called my wife and she told me everything was fine. They were with her parents at the family house and she told me she didn't think this was too serious.
The next morning the President went on TV and announced a shutdown of interstate and international travel to contain the disease. I'd expected that and I also expected the governor to issue similar orders, which she did.
What I didn't expect was the phone call from my wife. Her parents got sick overnight and she was calling me to let me know her mother had died. It didn't look good for her father either. Becky cried when I told her that Gamma had died.
Becky and I cried like hell the next day when the hospital in Lynchburg called to let us know that my wife, her father, and my son were all gone.
It was no surprise when the President authorized the states to declare martial law. People were ordered to stay in their homes and to have no contact with anyone outside their homes. My state was one of the first to enact the order. A week later the governor announced that unless you had a government pass you had to stay on your property or else law enforcement might shoot you. I heard a few gunshots that day as if to underscore the point.
Two months later I would have been happy about the supplies I'd put away but instead I was morose missing my wife and son. I'd drowned my sorrows with a lot of liquor and I didn't care that Becky sometimes helped herself to the beer.
Memorial Day weekend started off with a heat wave and we were ordered to keep our air conditioning off unless we had elderly people in the house. That meant the heat and humidity were present all weekend.
In the course of two months of isolation Becky and myself had become somewhat informal around the house. She didn't bother getting dressed to go out and neither did I. I'd put on a decent shirt and I'd shave for working online but unless I was doing yardwork I didn't bother with shorts. Becky mostly wore tee shirts and panties around the house. And on a hot holiday weekend she didn't bother with a bra.
Saturday night we had yet another pasta dinner and then we went to watch a movie. I grabbed a bottle of vodka and grabbed a bottle of Irish cream for Becky. She liked it and at this point I didn't care if she drank something harder than beer.
I really don't recall the movie because all I watched for two hours was my dark haired daughter. I noticed her long legs, her full tits, and her tight little ass. Then I felt guilty about what I'd just noticed and I poured myself another glass of vodka and went right back to leering at her.
Taking a cool shower before bed I jerked off to images of fucking my own daughter.
I woke up late on Sunday morning and the house was quiet. I checked on Becky and when I opened her door she was laid on her bed just wearing panties. One of her tits was on full display and her pink nipple was nicely set against a silver dollar sized areola. I caught myself stroking my cock through my boxers and then quietly closed her door.
I got a little breakfast and then opened up the windows in the house to get some of the warm morning air into the place before the hot humid air took over for the day. Then I sat out on the porch and sipped on some Scotch.
Becky was up after noon and I heard her taking a shower. I fought off the temptation to go sneak a look at her.
As the day wore on the heat and humidity got worse. I checked the news and there was a heat warning for overnight. They also warned everyone not to use their AC without a permit or they'd get their electric service cut for thirty days.
The heat was ungodly that night. When we took our places to watch a movie for the night we were both suffering.
"Fuck it." I said. I stood up and took off my tank top and dropped my boxers. Then I sat back down to watch the movie.
"Uh, dad, you're naked." said Becky.
"Knock it off, Becky, it's too fucking hot. If you want to strip down go ahead, I don't care."
Becky was pretty careful to avert her eyes and did her best to concentrate on the movie. Her drink of the night was a special bottle of strawberries and cream liqueur and not bothering with a glass she sipped away at it.
About halfway through the movie I was mildly surprised when Becky stood up.
"Don't look." she said as she turned her back to me, took off her top, and dropped her panties. I looked anyway. When she sat back down I got a nice look at the side of her tit. Did my best not to jerk off during the rest of the movie. When she finally went to bed I didn't mind the view of her twenty-year old ass.
The next morning it was still hot so I took a cool shower but skipped putting anything on. I also skipped my morning eye-opener drink and instead made a decent pancake breakfast with coffee.
A few minutes after I started the coffee a bleary eyed Becky strolled into the kitchen.
"Smells good. Can I have a couple pancakes?" She was just as naked as I was.
She sat down and it was just a couple minutes before I put the pancakes and a cup of coffee in front of her. "Thanks." she said. I had a full view of her tits. Had no idea how glorious her tits were until this moment. The morning light made the few drops of sweat on them glisten.
