All characters are aged eighteen years or older.
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I stood looking out of my living room window at the row of bungalows similar to my own. On a normal day it would be pretty quiet, no vehicles other than the odd delivery van, and very few cars on drives.
It was very quiet today, but every drive had a car or two parked on it, no moving traffic at all. Just one of my neighbours was out mowing his lawn, the sight was eerie.
"Are we going to be okay dad?"
The fact was that I didn't know, but I had to reply in a positive way, the way she needed to hear. She was my only daughter, my only child, my little girl.
"I'm sure we will Jem, we just need to take care and stay in until this is all over."
Jemima was stood in front of me, my hand on her shoulder as we stared out at the world. She reached up and grasped my hand, pulling it down her body and bringing it to rest on her bare midriff, her arms then crossing in front of her and holding my arm trapped against her body as she leaned back into me.
"I'm scared dad, I'm scared for us, I'm scared for mum and grandma, and I'm scared for Trev!"
Jemima was 19, a university student. She had been sent home when the universities all closed, her current boyfriend also going to his parents, 200 miles away. She had arrived home just two days before my wife left to look after her mother. Never being the most capable woman, when she had fallen and badly sprained her ankle and broken one arm, we knew she would need help. Having been in the hospital she would need to self isolate, but there was no way she would manage, so off my wife went. A couple of days later all the travel restrictions were imposed as well. Jemima and I were on our own.
As we moved away from the window Jem's phone rang, it was her mum. My wife would ring her rather than me, I was forever leaving my phone in one room and being in another, Jem on the other hand seemed to have hers glued to her hand. On speaker we chatted for a while, the main purpose of the call being to remind me not to go out, remind Jem not to allow me out, and to tell Jem to look after me! I have diabetes, type two, only a mild condition in my case, but enough to make me apparently more at risk from the virus. I could go out for walks or maybe a ride on my bike, but no interaction with anyone, and definitely no shopping.
The conversation ended with what I thought at the time was a strange comment from my wife.
"Jem, I know you are away from Trevor, and John, you and I are apart, we don't know how long this this is going to last, and we all have needs, so you two need to be adult about it."
My thoughts were that I was being reminded to give Jemima her privacy, in a private conversation earlier, my wife had told me that Jem and Trevor would be video chatting and it would be a good idea if I made a towel and lubricant available for Jem. Her videoing would almost certainly involve a sexual element. I had been surprised to hear her say that, our sex life had always been very good, but I never realised that she was willing to admit that our little girl even had a sex life.
Later that day Jemima said she was going online to chat with Trevor, I asked her to wait a moment. I went into the bottom of my wife's wardrobe and pulled out the large vanity case she kept there. Before the troubles started we had replenished our supplies, so there was an ample supply of lube, as well as condoms that we used as added lubrication for anal activities. There were also my wife's toys in there, a variety of things we had used to spice up our sex life.
I took out a new tube of lube, took a small towel from the closet in the hall and handed them to Jemima.
"Just in case."
Jem looked at me, her face colouring up, then she threw her arms around me and told me she loved me and that I was the best dad in the world!
"Hey, I was your age once you know!"
She reached up on her tiptoes, her quite ample breasts hiting my chest as she placed a quick kiss right on my lips. She turned and went into her room, closing the door firmly behind her.
I had plenty of work to do. Both my wife and myself are lecturers, and as we both had lots of papers to grade online working from home was fairly commonplace, for both of us.
Half an hour later I got up to go get a drink, walking past Jem's door. I couldn't help but hear her. "Oh Trev, do you like that, can you see, my fingers in myself for you, look, I'm coming for you! Oooohhh!"
I hadn't meant to spy on her, but she was not being exactly discreet, she was as loud as her mother.
As I returned back past her door a few minutes later I again overheard her. "I'll try and get one, I'm pretty sure mum has one somewhere, I'll try to find it and give it a clean, and then you can watch it all going into my wet pussy!"
I speeded up to get back to my work, this was my little girl getting dirty, I struggled to accept how grown up she now was.
Later that evening, after Jem had gone to bed, I checked the laundry basket. The towel I had given her was on the top. I don't know what came over me as I picked it out and examined it. There was a sticky area in the middle, it smelled musky, beautiful in fact, the smell of my daughter's sex!
What the hell was wrong with me? Next I'd be sniffing my little girl's knickers!
The following morning we used the last of the milk. After breakfast I found Jem sat on the floor in the kitchen, surrounded by what appeared to be every item of tinned and dried food we possessed. She said she was taking an inventory of what we had, and what we needed.
A five minute walk away is a small convenience store, Jemima said she would make a provisions run. I would have preferred to do it myself, but when I suggested it she turned on me with a vehemence that surprised me.
"No fucking way!"
I was totally not expecting that, and as I tried to question her logic, not to mention her language, she continued.
"Were you not listening to mum? And I'm not apologising for swearing, you're an adult, and I'm an adult!" She put her arm under her bust and lifted her breasts a couple of times. "Or have you never noticed these puppies?"
If her language had surprised me her gesture floored me, this wasn't the little girl that I knew and loved, she was suddenly all grown up and I'd missed it! I only managed to mumble a response.
"Okay, how are we going to do this?"
"We aren't, I am! I'll go round to the shop, get what I can, milk, bread, and whatever fresh fruit and vegetables I can get then come home. I'll come in the back way, put the shopping down on the floor and strip off my clothes and put them straight into the washing machine. Then I'll go into the bathroom and have a hot shower. We'll use gloves and spray on any packaging when I come out, ok?"
I agreed and helped her put stuff away. She didn't put a coat on, but she did put some disposable gloves on before taking a couple of carrier bags and my debit card and leaving. I went into my study and started work.
It was only about twenty minutes later that I heard a sound, I looked out of the room just in time to see my naked daughter walking along the hall towards me and the bathroom. When she saw me she stopped, told me she had already put the washing machine on and wouldn't be very long. She made no attempt to cover up. I'd seen her in bikinis over the years, and once or twice she would walk through the house without a top on, just in her bra, but I had never seen her naked since she was about five years old.
My God but she was 'hot'! I hadn't realised how good her figure was, she was gorgeous, her breasts were perfect, her nipples pert, her tummy tight, and the curve of her hips was enough to create a stir in my nether regions!
Her pale dyed hair wasn't reflected between her legs, she was as smooth as a new born baby.
I started to mumble an apology, but I didn't take my eyes off of her, I was staring at my incredibly sexy little girl.
Realising what I was doing I averted my eyes and continued my apology only for Jem to say "Dad, it's okay to look you know, I think I'm pretty good looking, if I do say so myself!"
I looked back at her, taking in her perfect body and beauty. "No, you're not just good looking, you're fucking gorgeous!" I thought that using a phrase like that would break a bit of the ice that I thought had formed between us since that morning.
