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Author's Note: This story is dedicated to my story editor & sometime web page designer. A better editor I could never find. One day there is going to be a very, very lucky lady who manages to snatch you up. If I weren't already married, you'd be dead in my sights. I hope you enjoy this little fantasy that I've created for you.

Sweet, Sweet Amy ~ Chapter VIII ~ Steve

Story Codes: M/g, Incest, Romantic, Consensual
Posted: 11 July 2009

Amy looked crushed as she walked out of my office and went up the stairs to her room, her clothes all clutched to her chest. I could see her fighting back tears, and it hurt that she wouldn't look at me as she walked through the room. What the hell was I supposed to do, though? I had already taken advantage of her, molested her while she slept. I could not allow anything else to happen. I just couldn't.

There had been enough trauma in Amy's life. She'd lost her both of parents long before a kid should lose even one parent. Then her Uncle had stepped in to take over as her father. Regardless of how safe she felt with me, how much she loved me, that had to be a very hard thing for her to adjust to. The length of time that it had taken her to come to me after her mother's death showed that. I had gone, almost overnight, from being the really cool Uncle to being her father-figure. While I knew that she loved thinking of me as "Daddy," I also knew that everything in her life, from the night that her father had died right up until now, had ranged from confusing at best to traumatic at worst. I couldn't contribute to that, could not bring any further trauma into her life. In my mind, allowing what was happening to continue would be the worst trauma of all.

My God, she had been beautiful though, doing her little fashion show for me! "Rock hard" didn't begin to describe what seeing Amy in some of those outfits had done to my cock as she strutted around in front of me. I had been in a trance, squeezing my cock through my pants near the end of it. When she came out the last time, dressed only in her sheer black bra and thong set, I nearly came in my pants. Ten years old, and she had me so horny I almost couldn't breathe. I tried desperately to keep my eyes focused on hers, but I couldn't. Even now, thinking about it, I could see flashes of her nipples, her sweet, smooth pussy, that mass of carefully mussed dark hair framing her face. I had almost lost control, caressing her upper legs, watching her lean forward to press her lips to mine. God knows I wanted it to go further, but fortunately, I got hold of myself and stopped it.

Now though, I felt like a complete heel for upsetting Amy. I knew she was hurt by what had happened, what she perceived as my rejection of her. I needed to talk to her, explain in depth why I couldn't let something like this happen between us. Most of all though, I needed to make sure that she knew I loved her, that she was the single most important thing in my life. While I knew that she didn't want to hear some of what I needed to say, she needed to hear me say it. She might not believe that now, but one day she would.

I took a deep breath, then stood and went into my office. I opened a cabinet, and took out the bottle of Wild Turkey, grabbed a glass, and poured a healthy measure. Putting the bottle back, I picked up the glass and turned to face the desk. When I did, I saw a sheer white thong lying on one side. I froze, feeling my cock go instantly hard in my jeans, and my breath stopping for several long moments.

It sounds ridiculous, but I found this to be a very difficult situation. What the hell was I going to do with the thong? Had it been any other day, I would simply have picked it up, and brought it to Amy's room. Now though, it wasn't quite that simple. I knew that at least a part of what Amy was feeling right now was embarrassment. She had quite literally offered herself to me, and she felt like I had rejected her. I thought that if I were to pick this little scrap of material up and return it to her in her room, she'd only be more embarrassed. What was worse though, was that I knew if I picked that thong up, I'd be walking into her room with a massive hard on. That would embarrass me, and it would only give Amy more ammunition, not to mention encouragement, in her quest to seduce me.

I downed the liquor, put the glass down, and thought, To hell with it. Letting the thong dangle from my fingers, I headed upstairs. I needed to talk with Amy right now, and I could return this at the same time.

I headed up to Amy's room, thinking about half-rotted roadkill to distract myself from what I held in my hand, and where it had been just a short time ago. Reaching her room, I rapped my knuckles lightly on her door, and heard a muffled "What?" from the other side of the door.

"Can I come in?" I asked.

I heard an unintelligable response, which I decided to take as a "Yes."

I saw the pile of clothes on one side of her bed, and I reached over and placed the thong with the rest. If she noticed, she didn't say anything to me about it. Amy was on her side with her comforter wrapped around her, her back to me as I sat on the edge of the bed.

"Amy," I started.

She cut me off quickly "You don't have to say anything, Daddy. It's okay. You don't love me like that. It's okay. I mean, I know you love me, just not that way. I understand."

"Okay, but I need to say some things to you. Will you let me do that?"

"I guess so," she said.

"First, I want you to know that you can always be honest with me. You can tell me anything, Amy, and I'll never make fun of you, I'll never love you any less. I expect you to always be honest with me, and I expect you to know that I'll always be honest with you. The first step in showing someone that you love them is to always be honest with them."

She didn't say anything, but I could tell from her body language that she was listening.

"Now, remember when you told me that you've been through a lot more than most kids your age, and that you're more grown up than most of them? You were right about that. You really are a lot more grown up than most kids your age that I know. So, it's because of that, and because we both have to be really honest with each other, that I'm going to tell you some things."

Still wrapped in her comforter, Amy rolled over now, and faced me. She was taking this whole thing as a rejection of her, of her love, and I had to be honest with her. I would deal with the fallout later. I was fairly certain that there was going to be some fallout here. I took a deep breath.

"Amy, I love you. Just like a Daddy loves his little girl. But," I held up my hand to cut off that eyeroll, "I also love you the way that you want me to love you." I watched her eyes widen a little, then saw the questioning look come over her face. As she opened her mouth to speak, I stopped her.

"Let me finish, Princess, please," I said. "The other day, when you woke up with me on the couch and I had my hands on you, and... Well, you know. That wasn't an accident, Amy."

I closed my eyes. "While you were asleep, I was touching you. And I put my... Penis inside your panties, so I could rub it against you. I molested you while you were sleeping, Amy." I felt tears begin to slide down my cheeks. "And now, I don't know what to do. I don't want to hurt you in any way. And you're so young for me to think about like that. I don't think you're a little girl, exactly, but you also aren't a grown woman. You've been through so much already. I don't want to risk harming you by doing something that we both may one day regret. But damn it, Amy, I want you so badly I can't describe it to you."

My eyes still closed, I felt Amy move, and then her arms were around my neck and she was shushing me, telling me it was okay. As I put my arms around her, my eyes snapped open. I realized that she was still wearing the sheer black thong and bra that had been her last outfit downstairs, and absolutely nothing else. I decided to ignore this fact if I could.

"There are so many things working against us, Princess. Not the least of which is the very real danger of us being caught, and being separated from each other. That's something that I simply cannot allow to happen."

Amy's face was still buried in my neck, and she was still shushing me. I felt her lips kissing me just below the ear, and then she spoke, her voice sending the most amazing shivers down my spine.

"It's okay, Daddy," she said. "It doesn't matter what we do for now. Just knowing you love me that way is enough. Someday we can find a way to be together. As long as I know you feel the same way I do, it's okay. Mommy used to tell me that I can have anything I want. All I have to do is put my mind to it."

She moved back enough to look at me, her arms still around my neck. Completely unself-conscious, she sat in those damnably sexy underwear and beamed at me. Very reluctantly, I took my hands from her naked waist and stood up, forcing her hands to slide down my chest as I did. I stood there and smiled at her.

"Why don't you put some pajamas on and come watch a movie with me?"

"My choice?"

It was my turn to use the eye roll, accompanied by a sigh. "Yes, your choice," I said. "I'll meet you downstairs."

It never even occurred to me that what I had just said, the feelings that I had confessed to, would be taken by Amy as permission to launch an all out war of seduction on me...

~ To Be Continued ~