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Sweet, Sweet Amy ~ Chapter V ~ Amy
Story Codes: M/g, Incest, Romantic, ConsensualPosted: 5 July 2009
After my mother's funeral, the remainder of my summer was pretty dismal. I wouldn't have known the word for it then, but I guess I was pretty depressed. And even though Uncle Steve quickly took care of the legal issues, and adopted me, I still had this fear in my heart that one day he'd end up leaving me, too. So, for a couple of months, I stayed pretty quiet and withdrawn. I avoided Uncle Steve, I guess because I was trying to stay detached, in case something happened and he went away, too.
Eventually though, like any kid, the need to feel loved overcame my fears about the future. Slowly, I talked a bit more to him, until one day shortly before the new school year was to start, I approached him with a request. I had been thinking a lot, and I was very self-conscious about the fact that I'd be going to school this year without any parents. I was afraid the other kids would make fun of me. One Saturday, he was in the backyard, and I just went to him and sat down in his lap. I think he was really surprised, because I'd been avoiding him for so long, but he just put his arms around me and held me.
We talked a little bit, and then I asked him if it would be alright with him if I called him, "Daddy," since really, he was just like my Daddy now. He seemed to be really touched by that, and he agreed. Later that day, he made sure to refer to me as his daughter, which pleased me to no end.
We spent a quiet evening that day, making supper together, eating, and then watching a movie, curled up together on the couch. I guess we both fell asleep there, because when I woke up, it was very early in the morning. I could hear the birds outside, and as I slowly woke up, I became aware that Daddy, as I had now come to think of him, was curled up behind me on the couch, holding me tightly. I smiled to myself and snuggled back against him. "My Daddy," I thought, enjoying the feel of him holding me safely in his arms.
As I came more awake, I became aware of some things. First, Daddy's hand was inside my nightgown, which had somehow become unbuttoned during the night. His had was resting against my nipple, and while it felt odd, and I knew I should probably be embarrassed, it also felt very nice.
The next thing I noticed was that his other hand was down between my legs, and not only that, for some reason it was inside of my panties, resting right against my cunny. Again, though I knew this was out of the ordinary, it felt very nice to me. The warmth of his fingers, clamped between my thighs and resting on my private area seemed strangely comforting to me.
But the biggest surprise was that somehow, during the night, Daddy's thing had somehow come out of his pajama bottoms, and even more strangely, it had slid under the leg band of my panties, and was also resting up against my cunny. I had seen it before, and what I found odd was that on those occasions that I had accidentally walked in on Daddy while he was peeing, or just stepping out of the shower, his thing was always kind of soft and floppy. Really kind of silly looking, I thought. Now though, it was hard and swollen, and hot against my cunny. Curious, I slipped my fingers down to touch it. It felt silky, but hard underneath the skin. I pulled my hand away quickly, afraid to go any further in case I might wake him up.
Very carefully, I untangled myself from Daddy and slipped off the couch. I had to go pee very badly. When I got to the bathroom and pulled my panties down, and lifted my nightgown, I noticed that my panties felt kind of stiff, and that my cunny felt slightly sticky. It was like I had spilled something in my lap and then not washed up after. As I sat on the toilet peeing, I also noticed a faint smell coming from between my legs, a pungent, musky smell, though it was very faint.
I had no idea what had happened, but I knew that something was odd. And I also knew that I couldn't get thoughts of Daddy's thing, all hot and hard and pressed against my cunny, out of my mind. I had a warm, tingly feeling between my legs each time I remembered how soft the skin had felt under my fingers when I touched it.
Shaking these naughty thoughts out of my head, I finished peeing, and then brushed my teeth. I went downstairs again, and into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal for breakfast.
Daddy was still asleep on the couch, so when I turned on the television, I kept the volume down, and sat close to it, eating my cereal and laughing at cartoons. I guess my giggling must have woken Daddy up, because the next thing I knew, I heard him talking to me.
"Oh, uhm, hey - good morning, Princess. I guess we both fell asleep on the couch, didn't we? Did you sleep okay?" He sounded a little strange, but I thought it was probably because he'd just woken up.
I turned around, and Daddy was just standing up from the couch. For some reason, I suddenly felt very embarrassed, and I blushed, looking back to the television.
"Yup," I said. "I just got up a few minutes ago."
"Okay," he said. "Well, I'm going to take a shower. And you, young lady, are going to need to take one, too, and get ready to go to the mall. Remember, we have a big day planned today. Lots of shopping to do for you for school, and then dinner and a movie."
I had forgotten!! Today we were going to go to the mall and buy new clothes for me for school, and get my school supplies, and then we were going to go to dinner and see a movie!! I almost spilled my cereal as I jumped up.
"Oh my God! I almost forgot about that! I'll get ready right now!"
Daddy laughed and said, "Slow down, Princess. It's only 8:30, and the mall doesn't open until 10:00, remember? You've got plenty of time. Finish your breakfast while I take a shower, and then you can go get ready."
"Okay," I nodded. But I was still too excited to think about cartoons now. I went to the kitchen and sat down at the table to finish eating. Daddy went upstairs, and I heard the shower start to run. Suddenly, my mind was filled with naughty thoughts. I pictured Daddy in the shower, with no clothes on, of course. In my imagination, his thing was all hard and stiff again, and it was sticking out in front of him as he washed it. I imagined what it would be like to wash it for him, and to have it in my hands.
I blushed at these thoughts. What was wrong with me? I was thinking such naughty things, things I'd never thought about before. I mean, I had touched myself between my legs sometimes, and I liked how it felt. It made me feel warm and tingly down there, and sometimes I rubbed my cunny when I was lying in bed, enjoying the feeling until I fell asleep. But I'd never thought about seeing a boy's thing, especially not Daddy's. It made me feel naughty and embarrassed, but it also made me feel excited, too. I didn't understand.
I finished my cereal and rinsed out the bowl, and then put it in the dishwasher. Just as I did, Daddy came into the kitchen, wearing faded old jeans and a grey polo shirt. He smiled at me, and I felt myself blushing all over again. If he noticed, though, he didn't say anything. He just took out a package of bagels, and while he started to fix one, and make coffee for himself, he told me to go ahead and get ready to go.
I grinned, and ran out of the room. I couldn't wait to go to the mall. I knew I'd be getting lots of school supplies, and lots of brand new clothes, but the best thing was that I was going to have a dinner date with my Daddy. And then we were going to the movies. I knew it wasn't like a REAL date, not really, but still, it felt like one to me, and I was excited.
I ran upstairs to the bathroom, and turned the shower on. I adjusted it until it was the right temperature, and then quickly stripped my nightgown off, then shoved my panties down and stepped out of them. I put both items in the hamper, and stepped into the shower. I really like baths, too, but my hair is so long, it's easier to wash it in the shower while I'm standing up, and I wanted my hair to be nice and clean today. I stood in the shower, letting the hot water pour over me, and suddenly my mind was filled with those images of Daddy naked again, and I remembered how his thing had felt when it was inside my panties when I woke up. I still didn't understand how it had managed to get inside my panties.
I shook these thoughts away, and washed my hair. I'm still very proud of my hair - I think it's my best feature. Even then, it fell below my butt, the ends brushing the tops of my thighs. I washed it thoroughly, and then used plenty of conditioner on it to keep it from being a tangled mess when I brushed it. When that was done, I scrubbed my body. When I brought the washcloth between my legs, those thoughts and images popped straight back into my mind again, and I spent much more time there, washing my cunny, than was really necessary. But the warmth of the water, the feeling of the soapy cloth rubbing over my cunny gave me such a nice, warm tingle there that I couldn't seem to stop. And all the while, images of Daddy's thing flooded my mind. Again, I shook the thoughts away, and reluctantly finished up in the shower.
I stepped out of the shower onto the bath mat, and dried myself off. Then I wrapped one towel around my body, and used another to wrap my hair up on top of my head. I went into my room to decide what I was going to wear, and to brush out my hair.
I pulled the towel from my head and brushed my hair out, which took a few minutes given its length. I gathered it all together, and pulled it forward over one shoulder so that it was hanging down in front of me. Then I moved to my closet to find something to wear. There was going to be a dinner date with Daddy, and I wanted to look really nice for him.
I finally settled on a rather short denim skirt, that fell just short of mid-thigh, a white ruffled blouse, white knee socks, and my black Mary Janes. Dropping the towel that I was wrapped in, I put on a pair of white panties, and my training bra, even though I didn't really need one yet. I just felt more grown up wearing a bra. I put the rest of my clothes on, and then went back to my hair. I carefully arranged it into two long pony tails, held in place just above each ear with an elastic band, then added a blue scrunchie that matched the color of my denim skirt. Almost satisfied, I opened a drawer in my dresser, and took out the makeup that I had collected over time, choosing the cosmetics that I had inherited when my Mother had died. I very carefully applied just a faint hint of blush to my cheeks, and some pale pink lipstick. I didn't use anything else, fearing that I'd mess it up.
Finished, I picked up my towels and took them to the hamper in the bathroom, then went downstairs. Daddy was sitting in the kitchen, drinking his coffee and just finishing his bagel. When I walked into the room he looked up, then just sat and stared at me for a minute.
"Wow," he said quietly. "Princess, you look absolutely beautiful today."
I felt myself blushing. "Do you really think so?"
"Oh, yes," he said, "I really do think so. You are completely, utterly, breathtakingly beautiful, Amy." He said this with complete seriousness, so I knew that he wasn't just trying to make me feel good. He really meant what he was saying.
By now, it's well after 9:30, and since the mall was about thirty minutes away, we decided that we needed to get going. Daddy made another cup of coffee, in a travel mug, and I decided to see if I could get him to let me have some, too. He was a little reluctant, but relented since it was early in the day, and there wasn't much chance that it would keep me awake that night. I very rarely got this kind of treat, but I knew how I liked my coffee: Half coffee, half cream, and about six scoops of sugar. I guess you could say that I liked it to taste like a coffee milk shake. Daddy grinned and said, "Have a little coffee with your cream and sugar, Princess." I stuck my tongue out at him, and put my coffee in the microwave to heat it up again. So much cream made it cold.
Forty minutes later, we were walking through the doors to the mall. Daddy was holding my hand, and at first I felt kind of like he was treating me like a little kid, but then, I kind of started liking that he was holding my hand this way. Not like he was hanging on to me, or trying to keep me from running off, but like he was just enjoying being with me. I felt kind of proud to be seen with him like this.
First we went to the K-Mart at one end of the mall, to get my school supplies out of the way. This was the kind of boring part of the shopping, and we wanted to get it done first. Daddy bought me pens and pencils and notebooks and paper and all the things I'd need to do my work that year. But he said I should wait to get a new backpack, because he wanted to get me a really nice one, one that wouldn't be anything like the ones all the other kids would have.
So from there we went to this really nice leather store in the mall. We picked out a dark blue suede backpack, one that was the color of brand new blue jeans. It had all kinds of pockets and compartments, and it was really expensive, but Daddy insisted that if I liked it, I should get it. I beamed at him, thinking about how jealous some of the other kids were going to be when they saw it.
While he was paying for the backpack, I wandered around looking at the other things in the store. They had beautiful purses, and they even had really nice leather clothes, and boots, too. Daddy was talking quietly to the girl behind the counter, and then she came around and walked up to me. I was looking at the leather pants they had, kind of disappointed that I didn't see any that were small enough for me.
She smiled at me. "Would you like to see some of those clothes in your size?"
I looked at her, then at Daddy, then back at her again. Daddy smiled, and I just nodded to the girl. She took my hand, and led me to a couple of racks near the back of the store. There were some clothes there that looked like they were my size, and I guess I squealed when I saw them, because Daddy and the girl both laughed out loud.
The girl took me in back and helped me try on a pair of black leather pants that flared out at the bottom and rode kind of low on my hips. They were so cool! They fit me perfectly, too, but reluctantly, I took them off, and put my skirt back on. We went back out front, and I started to hang the pants back up.
"Do you like them, Princess?" Daddy asked me.
I nodded. "Yes, but they're so expensive."Daddy kind of tilted his head to one side. "Well, if you like them, and if they fit you, then you should get them."
I couldn't believe it. I knew I'd only be able to wear them for a year at the most, before I outgrew them. But Daddy was going to let me get them! And then he nearly made me faint.
"And I guess if you're going to get leather pants, then we need to get you some boots, and a jacket for fall, and a new purse, too. You'll want your outfit to match, right?"
While the girl helped me try on jackets, she whispered to me, "You know, you're very lucky to have such a nice Dad. I think he loves you a lot."
I looked over at Daddy and felt a rush of love. "I know I'm lucky," I said, "and you're right. He does love me a lot."
When we finally left the store, I was walking on air. I would have been perfectly happy to stop right then, and wear my old clothes to school this year. But Daddy and I walked out to the car, and locked the stuff we had bought in the trunk, and then we went back inside. He said that I needed at least nine more outfits, so that I could go to school for two weeks without wearing the same outfit twice.
We went to The Gap, and to American Outfitters, and a whole bunch of other stores, buying a couple of things at each place. We bought jeans, and khakis, and skirts, and blouses, sweaters and sweatshirts, socks and two more pairs of shoes. I hadn't asked for anything in particular yet, and as we were walking past Victoria's Secret, I said, blushing, "Daddy? I need to get some new underwear, too." Then I blushed again, thinking that it was weird to have my Daddy helping me buy underwear, and then thinking about what I'd found in my panties that morning.
I grabbed his arm with both hands, and stopped him. I looked at the Victoria's Secret store, and then looked up at him beseechingly.
"Whoa, Princess," he said. "Uhm, I don't know if this store will have anything that's suitable for you yet."
"Can we just look, Daddy?" I begged shamelessly. "Please, please can we just look and see?"
We went into the store.
When we entered, Daddy looked a little uncomfortable. A sales lady approached and asked if she could help us.
"Well," Daddy said, "my daughter wanted to see if you might have anything here that will both fit her, and be appropriate for someone her age." I frowned at that last, but I figured I shouldn't say anything.
The sales lady smiled at me, and gave me a little wink.
"Well, of course we do!" she said. "Would you like me to help her pick some things out?"
"Yes, thank you," Daddy said, looking very relieved. "I was wondering how I was going to handle this part of school shopping."
"Just leave her with me," the lady said. "All I need to know is how much we're getting."
Daddy smiled. "Well, we've bought her ten new outfits today, so I suppose whatever she needs for those will be fine."
"Well, then," she said, "why don't you go ahead and leave her with me? I promise I'll take very good care of her for you, and you can put your other packages in your car, maybe have something to drink in the food court, and by the time you come back, we'll be all set."
Daddy nodded, looking even more relieved. He turned and left the store, and I think he probably heard the sales lady when she said, "You know men, Sweetie. They have no patience for shopping for women's clothes." I giggled, and said, "He's embarrassed about helping me buy underwear."
She laughed again. "Well, he's your Dad. Of course he's embarrassed!"
She helped me to pick out new training bras and panties. The panties were mostly bikini cut, although I did manage to talk her into letting me choose several thongs, too. I felt completely grown up buying those. I thought that a white thong peeking out above my leather pants in the back would be really cool, though I wasn't sure how Daddy would like it.
She also helped me to choose several pairs of panty hose. Again, I convinced her to let me get a little racy, and picked out two pairs of thigh high stockings, the kind with tight elastic at the top that would stay up by themselves. All in all, by the time we were finished I felt quite grown up, and more than a little naughty.
"We'll just get these all bagged up before your Dad gets back," she said. "That way, you won't have to let him see some of your special things." I grinned at her gratefully.
Daddy came back in the store, paid for what I'd picked out, and we left. We were pretty much done with shopping, having spent almost the whole day in the mall. By now, it was well after 4:00 pm, and we walked out to the car to go to our dinner date. As Daddy was putting the Victoria's Secret bags in the trunk, I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly.
"Thank you, Daddy," I said quietly. "Thank you for taking such good care of me."
I felt his arms come around me. "You're very welcome, Princess," he said. "But you never need to thank me for that. You know how much I love you, and how much I love taking care of you."
We hugged for a minute, and then we got in the car. He started the engine, and then turned to me and asked me where I'd like to go for dinner.
I thought for a moment. While I would have been happy with McDonald's or Burger King, I wanted this to be a special day, so I decided to let him pick.
"Let's go someplace nice, Daddy," I said. "A grown up restaurant, with nice food and stuff."
"Grown up it is," he said, smiling at me. "I know a perfect place."
We went to dinner at a Japanese steak house. I was fascinated because the chef was right at our table, cutting and cooking our food for us while we watched him, making a very elaborate show of it. Daddy had a glass of wine, and though I wanted to have one, too, I knew batter than to even ask. I settled for a Shirley Temple instead. I even tried sushi for the first time, and while it wasn't all that great, it wasn't that bad, either.
By the time we were ready to leave, I was stuffed. I hoped I'd be able to stay awake through the movie. Daddy asked me what I'd like to see, and I said that I wanted to keep making this a grown up night, because he had been so good to me when we were shopping and I wanted him to have lots of fun, too.
So we went to see a movie called "Cold Mountain." It was a movie about the Civil War, and also a love story about two people who were kept from each other while the war was going on. It was really sad at the end, because the man was killed. But I was really fascinated when there was this one scene, where the man and the woman were together in bed. They were both naked, and they were kissing and touching each other. It gave me that tingle in my cunny again, and made me feel warm. It also made me think again about how Daddy's thing had been caught in my panties when I woke up that morning. I checked to make sure Daddy wasn't watching me, and then I slipped my hand under the hem of my skirt and started to rub my cunny a little bit. Watching the people on the screen, and thinking about Daddy's thing touching my cunny that morning made me really warm and tingly, and finally I had to stop, because I was afraid he'd notice what I was doing. If he saw that, I would have died from embarrassment.
When we finally got home, it was almost 10:00 pm, and Daddy and I brought all of my new things in the house. Then he said that I could put them away in the morning and that I should go up and get ready for bed. He said that he'd be up in a few minutes to tuck me in.
I really was tired out. It had been a long, but very fun day. I changed into my nightgown, and for some reason that I wasn't sure of, I decided not to wear any panties to bed that night, just my nightgown. I got under the covers, and heard Daddy coming up the stairs to tuck me in.
He sat down on the edge of my bed and smiled at me.
"Did you have a good time today, Princess?"
I smiled. "Yes, I did, Daddy. Thank you again, for buying all that stuff for me."
"It was my pleasure, Sweetheart," he said softly. He leaned down and kissed my forehead lightly, then tucked my covers in around me. He stood up and left the room, turning to say, "Good night, Princess," as he turned off my light.
I sighed deeply, and settled into a quick sleep...
~ To Be Continued ~