“This is my daughter Clarissa, Clarissa this is Mike.” With that, we shook hands in childish formality, for some reason Clarissa and I were smiling as though we had some childhood secret between us. What a funny little girl.
“You’re mother says you turn 19 today?”
She heard my hint of doubt. “Hey, I am 19 today. I don’t look it huh? Yeah, I’ve my Mom’s young looking genetics. People look at me and think I’m 16 sometimes. It sucks at times.”
They both laughed and Christina chimed in, “Yeah, we’re both stuck with perpetual prepubescent looking bodies,” they both burst out in roaring laughter at what I think is an inside joke. I laughed along as well, they were an adorable mother and daughter, who acted and looked more like sisters. It made me wish I had married and had children of my own.
Over dinner, I got to know Clarissa better and found myself astonished. In her petite body was the mind of a very smart and mature woman. Graduated first in her class from high school with a full scholarship to a local university. She was shooting to be a physician, which I gathered from probing her knowledge of biology with my limited knowledge, she was more than well prepared. This girl was not the spoiled little brat that I had imagined. Nor was she an immature young adult that her figure gave the impression of. So there before dinner was even over, I told them both yes. It would help them both out. They were both too cute and sweet for me not to give them a break in life.
So with that Clarissa moved in that day, bringing along her truck and all that she owned in it. Which was at best 9 times more than what her mother owned. It also explained why Christina’s only set of clothing looked like that of a teen girl, it was borrowed from Clarissa. Which now all made sense, seeing as neither have them have grown much since middle school or high school. They didn’t need to get larger clothing. It was cute and funny at the same time. The nudity stopped once Clarissa moved in. It seemed to be an unspoken agreement so I went with it.
Truth be told I had no real issues with either of them. Clarissa went to school during the day, spent the evenings studying, cooked and cleaned. I found myself always thanking her, she was a good cook, so much so that I worried that I’d get fat and lazy the longer that she lived here. Christina would go to work and back and do the rest of the housework and laundry, most of which was mine. We would fool around late at night as Clarissa went to bed early.
On that Friday night, Christina had to work a double to cover for a call in. Clarissa had fallen asleep on the couch studying. I could not help but admire her body, she was so much like her mother. They had different faces, but they were both beautiful in their own way. Other than that, they were identical in body. Their hair styles differed, Christina, kept long wavy hair. Clarissa, on the other hand, had a mid-length bob. They both had skinny legs, little feet, and no bust if any at all. Now that I think about it, I don’t think either of them wore let alone even owned a bra. I guess it would be more of a formality on either of them.