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Sweet, Sweet Amy ~ Chapter III ~ Amy
Story Codes: M/g, Incest, Romantic, ConsensualPosted: 5 July 2009
I guess it was about three or four days after I had overheard my Uncle Steve and my Mom that my fear and curiosity finally got the best of me. Maybe if the mood around my house had been a little different, I wouldn't have continued to be so afraid. Mom seemed kind of sad, Uncle Steve seemed even sadder, and what made things really suspicious to me was the fact that Uncle Steve moved in with us.
The day that I was given the news about what was happening, my Mom got me up and had me get ready to go to school. If she noticed that I was being unusually quiet, she didn't say anything about it to me. After breakfast she helped me to gather my books and papers, gave me a kiss, and sent me out the door to wait for the school bus.
I came home that afternoon to find my Mom rushing around to get ready for work. A few minutes after I arrived home, while I was making myself a snack, Uncle Steve arrived to stay with me while Mom was at work. When he came in, he had a huge duffel bag with him, and Mom told him to go ahead and get settled into the guest room. She was running late, so I knew better than to bug her with questions about what was going on. After she had kissed me goodbye and rushed out the door, I followed Uncle Steve up to the unused bedroom, and stood in the doorway watching him as he unpacked. He noticed me right away, and grinned at me.
"Hiya, Punkin! What's up?" He seemed cheerful, but in a forced kind of way. Even at ten years old, I could see that. He continued to unpack his clothes and put them in the closet and the dresser drawers.
"You're going to move in with us?" I asked him.
"Yup," he replied. "Hope you aren't going to get sick of me being around all the time."
"But what about your house? And all your stuff? What are you gonna do with everything?"
"Well, you know I don't own my house, I just rent it," he answered. "So, I'll slowly move everything out and bring it here, and just put it in the basement."
I couldn't stand it anymore. He wasn't giving me a real reason for this sudden turn of events, and I knew it. I stood looking at the floor, one hand absently twisting my hair around one finger. It's a habit I still have to this day. Without looking up, I started to speak again, and it all came out in a rush.
"Uncle Steve, what's going on? You and Mom are so sad all the time, and now you're moving in here, and nobody is telling me anything. I know you're both upset about something, but you won't tell me what's wrong." As I continued, I could hear my voice starting to shake, and I felt tears well in my eyes, spilling over silently as I rushed on. "I know something bad is going on. I heard you and Mom in the kitchen the other night, but I didn't understand what you were talking about. And then you started to cry, and I know that means you're scared, and if you're scared then it has to be bad. Uncle Steve, I'm just scared. Please tell me what's wrong. Please?" As I finished, I just stood there, still looking at the floor, crying quietly, so very desperately needing him to reassure me.
I heard him take two steps, and suddenly he was lifting me from the floor, hugging me close to his chest. With one arm under my butt and the other circling behind my shoulders, he held me tightly to him as I snaked my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging desperately to him. He cradled me there, letting me cry into the side of his neck, making soft sounds of comfort. When my sobbing began to quiet, he moved to the bed and sat down, rearranging me so that I was sitting across his thighs, the side of my head resting against his chest as he stroked my hair.
I felt him take a deep sigh. "I guess we haven't handled things to well with you, have we, Punkin?" he said. I waited, knowing there would be more. He took another deep breath.
"I'll tell you what, Princess. It's very, very important that your Mom be here to talk to you, too. It shouldn't just be me. So, what we'll do is let you stay up tonight until she gets home from work, and I'll talk to her. We'll let you stay home from school tomorrow, because it's going to be a very late night if you stay up, but tomorrow is Friday, and you can have a long weekend. Is that okay for now?"
I thought for a moment. "But why can't you just tell me now?"
"Because, Punkin, this is something your Mom needs to be here to talk to you about, too, not just me. You're right, there's something going on, but just remember, your Mom and I are here for you, okay? And you know that I'm always going to be here to take care of you." He hugged me tightly again. "I love you like you're my own daughter, you know. But for now, just believe that we both love you, and I promise, from now, there won't be any secrets from you, okay?"
I nodded, relaxing against him, enjoying the sensual feel of his hand stroking my hair as he held me close. After a few minutes, he patted the side of my leg and said, "Come on, Princess. I need to get unpacked here. Have you done your homework yet?"
Even in the midst of all this, I couldn't resist the chance to take advantage. "Not yet, but if you're going to let me stay home from school tomorrow, then I have the whole weekend to do it. So can I just watch TV instead?"
He gave a little smile that said he knew what I was doing, then grinned at me. "Yeah, I guess so. But change your clothes before you do anything else, okay?"
I nodded, and ran out of the room, heading to my bedroom to change my clothes. I put on some baggy shorts and a tee shirt, then went back down to the living room, and turned on the television. I was lying on my stomach on the floor, watching old cartoon reruns when Uncle Steve came back downstairs.
"How about I order us a pizza for dinner tonight, Princess?" he asked. "Sound good to you?"
I looked back over my shoulder at him. "Pepperoni? With extra cheese? And extra pepperoni?"
"With anything your little heart desires, my Lady," he replied.
I giggled. Uncle Steve always made me feel so special to him. "Okay. Pizza sounds really yummy."
We spent the rest of the evening quietly, watching television, taking a break to eat when the pizza arrived, then returning to the living room. I was feeling sleepy, but knew that I had to stay awake until Mom got home so we could all talk. I was just enjoying the company of my Uncle, and being allowed to stay up so late. It was almost midnight when Mom came home, and she was surprised to see me still up.
"Hey! What are you doing still up? You have school tomorrow, young lady," she scolded me, giving Uncle Steve a questioning look.
Uncle Steve broke in before I could answer. "It's my fault, Heather. I let her stay up. And I told her she could stay home from school tomorrow."
"Is she sick?" She rushed to me, putting her hand on my forehead. "Are you sick, Honey?"
Again, Uncle Steve spoke first. "She's fine, Heather. We need to talk for a minute, though. Conference?"
Mom gave him a funny look, then nodded. As they headed to the kitchen, Uncle Steve looked at me and said, "Stay right there, okay, Punkin? Promise?"
I nodded, that fearful feeling starting to gnaw at my belly again. Uncle Steve smiled at me, and nodded, then followed Mom into the kitchen.
I could hear Mom and Uncle Steve murmuring in the kitchen, talking. As curious as I was about the discussion, I kept my promise, and didn't get up to go eavesdrop on them. Uncle Steve had promised me that he'd tell me what was going on, and I trusted him to keep his promise. So I sat, nervously waiting for them to come back to the living room to talk to me.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, but was probably just a few minutes, Uncle Steve and Mom came back to the living room. They sat down, Uncle Steve sitting across from me in a chair, Mom next to me on the couch. Neither of them said anything for a minute, then Mom began to talk to me.
"Amy, you understand that your Daddy isn't here because he died, right? You know that he didn't leave because he wanted to, but because he was killed?"
I just nodded.
"Honey, this is so hard for me to tell you. The best way is just to tell you right out, because you deserve to be told the truth. I'm very, very sick, Honey. I have cancer, and there's nothing that the doctors can do for me." She took a very deep breath, then continued. "I'm going to die, Amy. The cancer that I have is going to kill me, and there's nothing that can be done to stop it."
I wasn't looking at her. I could only stare at the floor as the tears slid down my cheeks. I could hear that Mom was crying, too, as she went on.
"You know that if there was anything that I could do, I'd do it. That if there was a way that I didn't have to go away from you, I'd do whatever it might take. But there's nothing I can do, Honey. Nothing."
It's hard to describe, really, what I felt in that moment. I was terrified more than anything. First my Dad had died, and now Mom was going to die, too. And I was going to be all alone. Who was going to be there for me? Who would take care of me? And how could I ever go on without my Mom there with me?
"Sweetie," Mom continued, "I know how hard this is for you. But, we have a chance to spend time together before I die. We can say all the things that we need to say to each other. And I need you to know some things. I believe that when a person dies, only their body dies. I believe that after I'm gone, I'll still be able to watch over you from where ever it is that I may go. I'll always be with you, no matter what, just like I believe that Daddy is somewhere right now, watching over both of us."
I felt her arm come around me, and she pulled me tightly to her side, holding me close.
"You know how much I love you, Baby. And one of the blessings that we have with this is that we have time to prepare for it. Your Uncle Steve has promised me that he'll take care of you after I'm gone. That's why he's moving in here, really. So he can take care of you. Both of you will live here, so that you don't have to leave your home."
I looked up at Uncle Steve, and vaguely saw him nod to me through the blur of my tears.
"Amy," he said, "I promise you, you'll never be alone, okay? I'm always going to be here for you. You have my word. I know this is going to be really hard for you. It's going to be hard for both of us. But we can do it together, Punkin. We can take care of each other."
I just nodded, but I felt a flood of relief knowing that I wasn't going to be alone. Mom continued to hold me for a while, and then she kissed the top of my head.
"I love you so very much, Baby. Come on, why don't you and I go up to bed. You can sleep with me tonight if you want to.
The next few days were just a blur to me, really. Honestly, the next six months were a blur. My Mom got sicker and sicker, and during the last weeks of her life, she was in the hospital, unable to get out of bed. My Uncle Steve was always there with me and Mom, and he was with me, in her room, when she finally lost the battle and died. I cried for days and days, and for some weeks, I was very withdrawn from everyone.
Through everything, though, Uncle Steve was there. Mom had made provisions in her will so that Uncle Steve adopting me legally was really just a formality. In the back of my mind, though, I was always afraid.
My Daddy had died and left me, then my Mom had died, too. I was terrified that something might happen to Uncle Steve, and then where would I be?
But we carried on, and slowly, Uncle Steve helped me to be less afraid.
My love for him just grew and grew...
~ To Be Continued ~