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Sweet, Sweet Amy ~ Chapter VII ~ Amy
Story Codes: M/g, Incest, Romantic, ConsensualPosted: 7 July 2009
It was all coming together. Although honestly, I didn't really have any idea of exactly what "it" was. All I knew was that I had my Daddy off guard, that I had him thinking about what it might be like to have an intimate relationship with me, and that I had a good chance of making that relationship happen.
Looking back now, I realize how very naive I was about all of this. I thought that I was so very grown up. The truth is that I was just a little girl, pretending to be grown up. Hindsight doesn't matter, though. What matters is what actually happened.
As I continued to wash, fold, hang, and put away my new clothes that day, Daddy continued to make supper for us. Just as I was about to put the last load in the dryer, Daddy called to me, telling me that supper was ready.
He'd made spare ribs on the grill. All covered with barbeque sauce and dripping wet. It was impossible to eat them without making a complete mess of myself. That was the fun part, though - all that barbeque sauce dripping down my chin and mixing with the butter from the corn that he'd grilled to go with the ribs. Sometimes, making a mess of yourself is just plain fun!
We finished eating, and then we cleared the table on the deck and started cleaning everything up. We went into the kitchen, and while I was rinsing the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher, Daddy wiped down the counters and the table and put away the leftovers. Then I went to the bathroom and washed up, and when I came back, Daddy did the same. We had a lot of sticky barbeque sauce to clean up! When he came back from washing up, I looked at him and grinned.
"Can I do my fashion show for you now, Daddy?"
Daddy looked a little uncomfortable, but he didn't object. "Of course, Sweetie." he said. "I want to see you in your new clothes."
I had been planning all afternoon how I was going to do this. I ran upstairs and gathered up all of my new clothes, even the new underwear. Especially my new underwear. I also brought along my limited supply of makeup, and a small stand mirror to use to put it on. I had decided that I was going to give my Daddy the show of his life.
I may have been only ten years old, but I was a female. There are certain things that I believe females are born with, things that are genetically programmed into us. One of these things is the ability to know, instinctively, how to seduce a male. You've heard people talk about how "Daddy's little girl has him wrapped around her little finger." Even though she may not know that it's a seduction, that is precisely what it is. A female, seducing a male to get what she wants.
I was ten years old, and I had no idea what "seduction" meant. I really didn't even know what I wanted, but I knew that I wanted it, if that makes any sense. I had only the vaguest idea of what sex was. Still, that's what I wanted, and even though I knew it would probably take some time for me to get Daddy to see things my way, I also knew that in the end, he couldn't refuse me anything if I wanted it that badly.
My plan for that evening was simple, really. I was going to put myself on display for Daddy. I would start slowly, with very modest fashions, and get more and more sexy as I modeled my new clothes for him. I was going to show off how I looked in my new clothes, yes, but I was also going to make sure that he saw what was under those new clothes.
I put all of my clothes in Daddy's office, which was right next to the living room, and then I came out and asked him to help me move some of the furniture so that I could have room to move around. When there was plenty of space there for me, I put a Guns 'n' Roses CD in the stereo, but didn't start it yet. I had Daddy sit down in the recliner, and then I took the remote control for the stereo with me and went into the office to change into my first outfit.
I put on a pair of khaki pants and a white blouse, with white socks and brown penny loafers. I had left my hair in a ponytail. I didn't put any makeup on yet. I was planning to add just a little bit at a time with each change of outfits.
Just as I was about to turn the music on with the remote, I had a sudden inspiration. These were my school clothes. I quickly grabbed a couple of books from Daddy's desk, and then I stuck the remote out the door and started the music.
I did my best to walk out in front of Daddy with that haughty, I'm better than everyone look that so many runway models have. I must have looked completely ridiculous, but to his credit, Daddy didn't laugh at me. He just smiled, and nodded his approval of how I looked, and how I was moving in time to the music. I did a full turnaround in front of him in his chair, then I smiled at him, and quickly spun around and walked back to the office, doing my best to swing my hips in what I thought would be a sexy move.
I changed into a pair of regular jeans, with a hot pink tee-shirt. I added my new sneakers, and I was ready again. Before I walked back out, though, I put on some pink lip gloss. That was it for makeup, just the lip gloss. I grabbed my new purse, slung it over my shoulder, and once again, I strutted my way out to stand and preen in front of Daddy.
On my next trip to the office, I added just a tiny bit of blush to my cheek bones, and a very faint hint of eye shadow. My outfit this time consisted of another pair of jeans, but this time, they were the low-riding, hip-hugging kind with flared legs. My top was a spaghetti-strap black tank top, with a silver sequin star on the front. It was cropped short, so that it only came down to the bottom of my ribs, leaving my tummy and my belly button exposed. But the best part was changing into a little bright red thong that rode high up on my hips and the small of my back. This time when I walked out, I just carried my purse in my hand.
I must have hit the right note with this outfit. When I came slinking into the living room, I saw Daddy's eyes widen as he looked me up and down. I stood in front of him with one hand just holding my purse, the other hand resting on my hip, which was cocked out to the side. I stood and stared into his eyes for a minute, and then I leaned forward, put one hand on the arm of the recliner, and just kind of moved my head in close to him, moving upwards, almost touching his face with mine, but not quite. Then I spun around and slowly walked out of the living room again.
This continued through all of my outfits. With each one, my makeup got just a little heavier, until I really did look like a little whore. Finally, I was down to just two outfits left. Well, three, really, although the last one wasn't really an outfit, exactly.
I was excited about this next outfit for several reasons. I knew that it was going to look good on me, and I knew that Daddy was really going to like seeing it on me. It had cost him a lot of money, and I wanted him to see it. I was old enough by now to know that I probably wouldn't be able to wear it for more than a year, which made it that much more precious. Daddy thought enough about me, wanted so badly for me to be happy, that he didn't mind spending that much money for an outfit that I would outgrow relatively fast.I had already run through two CD's of music doing this, and now I needed another one. I stuck my head around the doorway and yelled, "Daddy? Would you the Bon Jovi CD in, please?" A moment later I heard that awesome voice singing as I prepared to knock my Daddy's socks off.
I stripped down completely, then picked up the very tiny, very sheer white thong that I'd found at Victoria's Secret. I stretched it up as high as it would go over my hips and back. Then I put on the tiny little matching bra that had come with it, even though I really didn't need one. This wasn't exactly a training bra, you know? But I wanted it on. It made me feel like a grown up woman to wear underwear like this.
My makeup was already perfect. I looked like a shameless slut, which is the look I wanted, even though I wasn't exactly sure what being a slut meant. I pulled the scrunchie out of my hair, letting it fall down loose, then I bent over so that I could flip it upside down and give it that slightly tousled look. I picked up the leather pants and ran my hand over them for a moment, the stepped into them and pulled them up. They rode low on my hips, and they were very snug. They also felt just wonderful There's something about the feel of leather. It's just so very sexy.
Next, I put on a simple white tee-shirt with a deeply scooped neckline. Then came the vest, and then the wonderful, absolutely beautiful leather jacket. I felt so grown up, so sexy, so... Hot...
Finally, I pulled on the boots that completed this outfit. Biker boots, not your wimpy cowboy boots, not the silly stuff at all. These were boots that a biker chick would be proud to wear. I have them to this day, and I will never part with them. Well, okay - if my daughter ever wants them, then they're hers.
I took a deep breath, and walked out into the living room, trying to look like a "tough momma." Daddy's jaw dropped open. I had to struggle not to giggle at how surprised he looked when he saw me. My hair was spilling down over my shoulders, down my back and over my chest. My makeup made me look like a street walker.
When I was standing in front of Daddy's chair, I stood there and looked him in the eye for a few moments, then I slowly turned around, making a slow circle so that he could see me from every side. When I had finally spun in a complete circle, I leaned forward, and put my hands on his shoulders. I moved my face close to his, and breathed into his ear, "Do I look nice, Daddy?" All he did was nod. I backed up just a bit, with my hands still on his shoulders, and pulled my elbows in towards my body. The neckline of my tee-shirt gaped open, and I saw Daddy staring down inside of it, looking at my barely there little boobs covered with a sheer white bra.
I slowly stood up straight, and turned so that my back was to Daddy. Then I bent forward again, thrusting my butt back towards him, moving it in a slow circular motion before I straightened up again, and slowly walked from the room.
When I reached the office, I took a deep breath. These next two trips were my last, and they were the big ones in terms of my plan to make Daddy start to seriously consider taking me as his lover. As quickly as I could, I peeled the leather outfit off, stripping down to my underwear. I pulled on the tiny little blue plaid school uniform skirt that I'd bought, and a white blouse that I left unbuttoned down to my bellybutton. I put a pair of white knee socks on, and shiny black patent leather Mary Janes. I pulled my hair up into two pony tails on either side of my head, just above my ears. I picked up my backpack, and stuck a piece of gum in my mouth and began to chew it. Taking a deep breath, I headed back to my Daddy. It was time to show off.
With my backpack slung over one shoulder, I walked into the living room and straight up to Daddy, looking right into his eyes. When I was standing right in front of his knees, I stopped, and shoved my gum to one side of my mouth.
"This outfit isn't really for school, Daddy," I said. "I got this one just for you."
I spun slowly around in a circle, then stood facing him again. "Do you like it, Daddy?" I asked him.
Daddy just sat there with a kind of dumb look on his face. He nodded slowly, his eyes running up and down my body. I dropped my backpack on the floor and leaned forward, putting my hands on his knees. The front of my blouse was hanging open, and even though I didn't really have any boobies yet, I felt so sexy knowing that he could see down inside it.
"Can you see my bra, Daddy?" I whispered. "It matches my panties. Do you want to see them?"
Without waiting for a response from him, I stood up straight again. I reached down with one hand and took the hem of my skirt in my fingers, lifting it up so that he could see the front of the sheer white thong I wore. I was kind of embarrassed, knowing that he could stare straight at my cunny and see it almost as if I had nothing on. I was determined to go through with this, though, no matter how embarrassed I was.
I turned slowly until my back was to Daddy. Again, I lifted the hem of my skirt, lifting it up so that he could see my butt. I spread my feet apart a little bit, and then bent forward at the waist, until my upper body was parallel to the floor and I was looking back over my shoulder at Daddy. His eyes were glued to my butt. I knew that the tiny strip of material that ran between my butt cheeks did nothing to cover me, and once again I felt that wave of mild embarrassment.
At the same time, though, I felt a rush of warmth through my lower belly. My cunny felt tingly, and I knew that if Daddy looked closely, he'd see that I was starting to get damp between my legs. I slowly straightened up and turned back to face him again.
"I hope you like this outfit, Daddy. I'll wear it for you any time you want me to." With that, I picked up my backpack, and slowly walked back into the office to prepare for my final "walk down the runway."
I quickly stripped off everything that I was wearing. I picked up a tiny scrap of very sheer black material that passed itself off as a thong and stepped into it. Even at that age, as small as I was, it barely covered my cunny. I then put on the matching bra, tipping my head down and seeing that my nipples were clearly visible through the sheer material. I then took my hair out of the ponytails again. I wanted to look like a sexy, grown up woman when I walked out there, not like the little schoolgirl that I was. I fluffed up my hair, checked my makeup really quickly, and then took a deep breath. It was show time.
I slowly walked out to the living room, watching Daddy's eyes widen as I approached him. When I got to him, I suddenly felt a wave of shyness, and any idea of trying to strike a "grown up, sexy woman pose" just disappeared. I clasped my hands behind my back, and looked down at the floor, twisting one bare toe back and forth in the carpet.
When I slowly lifted my eyes again, I saw that Daddy had one hand between his legs, and he was gripping his thing. I looked into his eyes, and then stepped forward a little more, spreading my thighs, and straddling his. Then I sat down, my butt resting on his knees. I reached out and took his hands, and placed them on my thighs. I put my hands on his upper arms, feeling his strong muscles under my fingers.
"Do you like my new underwear, Daddy? I got the sexy ones for you. Do you think they look sexy?"
I felt Daddy's hands slip down along my thighs to my knees, and then back up again. I leaned forward, sliding my hands up to his shoulders, and then I kissed him lightly. I just pressed my mouth to his, really, because I didn't know how to actually kiss a man. It was enough, though, I guess, because I felt him draw in a shuddering breath as his lips parted beneath mine and his tongue traced a light line against my mouth, gently urging me to open my lips. I did that, and felt the tip of his tongue probe gently into my mouth. It was my turn to shudder at the feelings that were washing over me.
Suddenly, I felt his hands on my shoulders, gently but firmly pushing me away from him. He looked at me, and drew in a deep breath.
"Stop, Princess," he said. "We have to stop this right now."
I wanted to cry in that moment, but I made myself be strong. "Why, Daddy? Why do we have to stop? Don't you love me?"
"Oh, Baby," he said, "of course I love you. I love you more than anyone or anything in the world. But this is wrong, Princess. We just can't do this." I saw his eyes roam over me again. "You are the most unbelievably beautiful young woman I've ever seen in my life, Amy. And one day, there's going to be a young man who will be lucky enough to have you fall in love with him. But that man can't be me, Sweetie."
Now I did start to cry, just a little. "But why, Daddy? I love you. I love you so much, and I want to be with you. I want to be with you like you're my boyfriend. I want you to be my boyfriend."
"Because it's wrong, Amy. Daddies don't do things like this with their daughters. It's just wrong."
"Who says it's wrong, Daddy? The law? The law says it's wrong for me to drink alcohol, too, but you let me have a glass of wine sometimes."
"That's different, Princess," he said, "and you know it."
I straightened up and set my jaw. "No, I don't know that, Daddy. I don't care what anyone says. I love you, and I know that you love me. I'm in love with you, even though you don't believe that. I know you want me. When I woke up with your thing in my panties, it was all hard and stiff. I know you want me, Daddy."
I stood up and looked right into Daddy's eyes. I spoke slowly and clearly. "I know you want me, Daddy," I said. "And they tell us at school all the time that we get to choose who can touch us and who can't. Well, I want you to touch me, Daddy. I'm not going to stop until you do."
With that, I turned and started to walk away. I stopped about halfway across the living room, and turned back.
"Look at me, Daddy," I said. "You look at me. And tell me that you don't want me."
I stood there in the silence for a few moments.
"I thought so," I said. With that, I walked into the office to gather up my clothes and bring them back upstairs.
~ To Be Continued ~