Jenny's life nearly ended before it started. She was very near death, as was her mother, when the doctors tore her from her mother's womb and rushed her to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit.
She was only three weeks premature, but a condition known as preeclamsia had progressed to the point where her mother's liver had ruptured, and mother and baby had been hypoxic for way too long. There were serious doubts about their survival.
They were fortunate to live near a large city and a major university hospital, where the leading experts in their fields were available and worked feverishly to save them.
There were those that thought Jenny was somehow damaged by her birth, and indeed she struggled in school all of her life. She was a graceful, athletic little girl, and pleasant and kind to everyone she met. People just thought she wasn't too bright.
But Jenny had a secret she kept to herself. Why? No one knows. What we do know is that Jenny was actually a very clever little girl, more than clever enough to keep even the experts from discerning her secret.
She advanced in her early years of school as much out of sympathy for "Poor Little Jenny" from her teachers as anything. The things that she needed to learn, she did.
She could master a complex gymnastics routine faster than anyone in her school, and in her sophomore year of high school she had reached the state championship tournament in both the floor exercise and the uneven bars.
After that, her coaches made sure her grades were sufficient to keep her on the team, even if her course work was actually failing.
And through it all, Jenny kept her secret. As long as people were willing to do things for poor little Jenny because they thought she was dimwitted, well, who was she to burst their bubbles?
She walked across the stage and got her diploma with all the rest of the kids in her class.
She didn't even open the folder to look at it. To her, it may as well have been blank.
Jenny couldn't read.
Oh, she knew her ABC's well enough. She could sign her name, she could even struggle through a sentence or two if none of the words were too long before frustration overcame her.
But for the most part, these words you are reading right now would have looked like a jumble of random letters to her.
It's strange that no one ever seemed to notice that if it was something you didn't have to learn from book, Jenny was extremely quick on the uptake.
She had also suffered from a condition that delayed her puberty till almost her 18th birthday, and had been a plain and unattractive girl all through high school.
But now, just after her 21st birthday, all of that had changed.
She was still not a large woman, standing only five foot one.
She had thick nut brown hair of shoulder length that she kept tightly permed, striking hazel eyes, thick soft lips, and perfectly straight gleaming white teeth.
She still had the body of an athlete, with a flat muscular abdomen and powerful legs. She stuffed her perky tits and their pink puffy nipples into a C cup every day, although a D might have been more comfortable.
It's hard to say if her butt was a bubble or a heart, but what it was for sure was a perfect fit, tying her muscular torso to her powerful legs in a way that drew men's eyes quickly away from her other considerable assets.
Her mother had been an astoundingly beautiful young woman, and it could be argued that Jenny was her equal.
The turning point came when she went to see the doctor who replaced hers when he retired.
He was explaining the medication he was giving her for the ankle she sprained doing a back flip to entertain her young cousins when he noticed Jenny's eyes as she pretended to read along with his explanation.
He paused for a moment, then said; "Jennifer, can you read that back to me?"
She was adept at faking most things, but she hadn't been listening closely enough to pull it off this time. Plus this doctor was sharper than most, and actually cared.
"You can't read, can you." he said softly. It was a statement, not a question.
"No." was all she could think to say.
***
It didn't help Jenny at first to know her secret had a name. She couldn't spell dyslexia, but she knew what it meant. And knew that there was no quick or easy fix for it.
She had no intention of sharing her secret with her parents yet, but the printed information about it that the doctor had given her inadvertently fell under her mother's eyes.
And Janet could read very well. In a flash, so many things she had worried and wondered about for all these years became clear.
She wanted to help her daughter, but in a way that wouldn't call her out for keeping her problem a secret.
And since Jenny had no idea that her mom knew her secret now, this was going to be tricky. How to even bring the subject up?
That little problem solved itself as Janet sat lost in thought and Jenny walked into the kitchen, looking for that pile of papers from the doctor's office.
That very same pile that was now in her mother's hand.
Now the only secret Jenny hid from the world was the fact that her father's sperm had been swimming in her belly 24/7 for over three years now.
***
Steve sat on the side of Jenny's bed with his arm around her. It was amazing to him how much his little girl had changed in the last three years, from the unattractive nearly flat chested girl he could barely get an erection for on her 18th birthday to the luscious young woman with the full firm tits and perfect ass he had pumped so much of his sperm into over the last 3 years.
"Daddy, are you and mom mad at me for not telling you I couldn't read?"
"No sweetie. We worried about you a lot when you didn't do well in school, but we knew you could learn the things you really wanted to learn. We just hope now that reading is something you really want to learn."
She still wasn't sure it was, but she was very sure that her mom and dad meant more to her than anything.
And if they wanted her to work hard at this, then by god that's what she was going to do.
But all the specialists cost money, and she knew most of it wasn't covered by insurance.
"I do want to learn Daddy, I just worry that it costs so much, and I don't have a job yet." Jenny said softly as she lightly stroked her father's long thick cock.
"Jenny, you are not to worry about that! This family may not be rich, but there is plenty of money for all the doctors and therapists you need. Of course it won't be easy. But if you work at this as hard as you worked on gymnastics, we will have you reading sooner than you might think. Will you work hard for me sweetie?"
"I will daddy. I promise."
"And no more secrets, OK Jenny?"
"OK daddy." She smiled and laid back on the bed, pulling her father down with her and guiding his thick juicy cock to her opening.
There was one little secret she intended to keep, and her daddy remained blissfully unaware as he savored the feeling of his little girl's labia snapping down over his thick bulbous glans that Jenny's IUD had been gone for three weeks now.
And yesterday, she had ovulated.
It probably wouldn't have stopped his long thick cock from boring deep into her tight little slit, especially given how hot it made him feel to have one of the cheeks of his little girl's taut smooth ass in his hand, pulling it to the side and jamming the head of his cock hard against her shiny cervix.
