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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 IX ~ Amy
Story Codes: M/g, Incest, Romantic, ConsensualPosted: 25 July 2009
You have to remember that I was all of ten years old when this occurred. I had no idea at all of the subtleties that are involved in attempting to seduce a man, in particular an adult man with whom I also shared a parent/child relationship. As I think back today, I see how very silly I must have seemed. Such a little girl, trying desperately to act like a grown up, sexy woman. Today I can smile about it, but back then it seemed to me to be the single most embarrassing moment that I would ever experience.
Daddy was wonderful, though. My embarrassment was short lived, because after I had rushed from his office with my clothes in my arms and hidden myself away in my bedroom, he came to me to talk. He confessed to me that he really did have the same feelings about me that I had for him, but that it was an impossible situation as long as I was still so young. All that I could hear though, was that Daddy thought of me like a woman, like a sexy woman who excited him in the way that he excited me. I was thrilled beyond belief, and I told him that nothing mattered except knowing that he felt the same about me.
After we talked, and decided to watch a movie together, Daddy left my bedroom. As I began to undress, preparing to put my pajamas on, I suddenly stopped. I stood there, gazing at myself in the mirror, wearing only my skimpy thong panties. Daddy had told me that he felt the same about me. When he did, he sounded so ashamed of himself, so guilty. He thought that it was wrong for him to feel that way. I was confused. Why should it be wrong? If he loved me, and it was something that I wanted, what was so terrible about it? It wasn't like he forced me to do or feel anything. It bothered me that he felt ashamed of himself for feeling the way that he did about me.
Rather than putting my pajamas on, I decided to just take everything off, and go downstairs with my bathrobe on. I would keep it closed up tightly at first, but eventually, I'd make sure that Daddy noticed I was naked underneath it. I wasn't going to try to get him to do anythiing; I just wanted him to see that I was naked underneath, and that I was comfortable being like that with him. Well, okay, I also wanted him to enjoy seeing that I had nothing else on but my robe, and I wanted him to get turned on by it.
I pulled my robe on, and tied it tightly around my waist. I skipped downstairs to find that Daddy was already wearing his pajamas, putting chips in a big bowl and fixing drinks for us. I saw that Daddy had his whiskey on the counter, and he was making himself a drink with it. I asked him if I could have a drink like his, and he immediately told me that I couldn't. Normally, I wouldn't have pressed the point, but tonight, I thought that I had a little advantage over him, so I kept asking.
"Please, Daddy? Just a little bit, please?" I begged. I had my hands on his arm, staring up at him, pleading with my eyes as well as my words.
"Amy, no," said Daddy. "You are far to young to be drinking alcohol."
"Daddy, just one, please? I just want to try it. Please?" I still held his arm, and now I leaned against him, looking up at him, smiling my best little smile to try and convince him to allow me this one little concession.
He tried to look stern with me, but I could see he was trying not to smile.
"Alright," he sighed, "but just one, and a very weak one. You really can be a devious little thing, you know. Get me a glass. A tall glass."
I darted to the cupboard and got a tall glass, bringing it back to Daddy. He filled it with ice, and then poured just a tiny bit of whiskey into the glass, filling it the rest of the way with soda. I eagerly sipped it, then looked looked at him questioningly.
"It just tastes like soda, Daddy!" I gave him a pout.
Reluctantly, he took my glass from me and poured a little more whiskey into it. I sniffed the glass when he handed it back to me, smelling the alcohol fumes. I sipped it again, and grinned. It was far from being a strong drink, but I could detect the taste of the whiskey. It made me feel quite grown up to be enjoying an adult drink with Daddy. I didn't particularly like it, but it wasn't bad. I smiled up at him.
"Mmm, yummy! Thank you, Daddy!"
I watched him making his own drink. "Hey! No fair," I said. "Why do you get so much more in yours?"
"Because I'm bigger, and because I'm used to drinking this stuff. If you drank this much you'd pass out, and wake up in the morning with a terrible hangover."
"What's a hangover?" I asked him.
He laughed. "Trust me, Princess, you don't want to know."
Daddy and I went into the living room with our sncks and drinks. Daddy asked me if I knew what movie I wanted to watch, and I nodded."
"I want to watch Dirty Dancing again, Daddy," I said.
With a pained look, he muttered, "Great. Another chick flick," as he went and put the tape in the VCR. I giggled.
"It's okay, Daddy," I said. "Next time, we can watch one of your silly cop movies, okay?" In response, he gave me a dirty look. I just smiled sweetly at him.
As the movie started, we sat on the couch, side by side with the bowl of potato chips between us and our drinks on the coffee table. I was drinking mine pretty quickly. I was finding that even though the drink was pretty weak, the taste of the liquor was growing on me. I quickly finished it, then, holding the glass in my hand, I look up at Daddy with a pleading look in my eyes.
"Oh, no," he said. "You're not having another one, so just forget it."
I pouted, then heaved an exaggerated sigh, and then put my glass back on the table, and focused my attention back on the movie. A few minutes later, I saw Daddy put his empty glass on the coffee table. I waited for a couple of minutes, then I picked up my glass again.
"I'm going to get more soda, Daddy," I said. "Do you want another drink?"
"Sure," he said. "Just fill the glass with ice first, then put whiskey in up to here," he touched the glass about a third of the way up, "and then fill it the rest of the way with soda. Do you want me to pause the movie?"
"Naw," I said, "it's okay. I've seen it a hundred times."
I went into the kitchen, opened the freezer, and pulled out the ice cubes. I filled both of our glasses with ice, put the tray back, and then opened Daddy's whiskey bottle. Looking towards the living room to make sure that he was still on the couch, I filled his glass about halfway with whiskey, then filled my own about a quarter of the way. I quickly topped off both glasses with soda, and then brought the drinks back to the living room. Yes, I know; even then I was an evil little thing.
When Daddy took a sip of his drink, I saw him wince.
"Sorry, Daddy," I said. "I guess I put too much whiskey in it."
"Good Lord, Princess!" he exclaimed. "Are you trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me?"
"Do what?" I said. I didn't know what he meant about taking advantage of him, but the part about trying to get him drunk was pretty accurate, so I just pretended to be comfused.
"Nevermind, Princess," he laughed. "It was a pretty lame joke."
"Oh," I said. "I don't get it."
"It's not important, Sweetie, don't worry about it."
We continued to watch the movie. After his first shock at how strong I'd made his drink, he consumed it pretty quickly. I did the same, and while the taste had grown on me, I was beginning to like the effect even more. I felt light-headed and a little silly, and quite relaxed. When I had finished it, I put the glass on the coffee table, moved the bowl of potato chips there, too, and then leaned against Daddy, lifting his arm to circle my shoulders so I could snuggle into his side.
I had my hands folded in my lap and my head resting on Daddy's chest. I could feel his hand sort of grasping my upper arm, holding me close to him. I felt so very warm and safe like this, like I was completely protected from anything and everything that might ever harm me. I pulled my feet up onto the couch against my butt, and slid one hand across Daddy's belly, hugging myself to him. I felt him move, then kiss the top of my head, and I sighed, wiggling a little to get even closer to him.
Suddenly I heard him pull in a quick, sharp breath. Raising my head, I saw that he was looking down at me; then I noticed that the top of my bathrobe was hanging open, and that Daddy could see down inside of it. He could see my boobies! Well, okay, he could see my nipples. I didn't have any boobies yet, even though I called them that. He was staring down into my robe, and I felt a rush of warmth between my legs that I usually only felt when I touched myself there.
I pretended not to notice that he was staring into my robe, and went back to watching the movie. I was acutely aware though, of exactly what Daddy was looking at, and it wasn't the movie. My bottom kind of twisted involuntarily as I felt a tingle between my legs, and a bit of moisture on the inside of my thighs. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed something, and I looked downward at his lap. Now it was my turn to pull in that sharp breath.
The front of Daddy's pajamas looked like a tent! I knew that meant that his thing was hard and standing up. While I wasn't completely sure, I suspected that it was hard because he was staring at my boobies. I heard a little voice whispering in my head, telling me that I should touch it, but I was too afraid to. I didn't want him to be mad at me. I forced myself to not touch it, but, oh, how I wanted to! I wanted to open his pajamas and take it out, hold it in my hands and touch it, feel it, explore it. I thought for sure that I was going to burst from curiosity.
Again, I gave no indication that I was aware of anything out of the ordinary. There was now a fair amount of moisture coating the inside of my upper thighs, and forcing myself to remain still was excruciating. Finally, I reached to his hand with one of mine, and then held it in both hands against my chest. I didn't do anything else, I just held his hand tightly to my breast bone for a few minutes.
I was going crazy! I didn't know what I wanted, but I knew that I wanted it, and I wanted it right now. I worked Daddy's hand until I was holding it flat, then I pressed it against my chest, sliding it so that his fingers were touching one nipple. A sharp jolt shot from my nipple to my cunny, bringing a deep sigh from me at the same moment that Daddy sucked in another deep breath. The movie was over now, but neither one of us was moving. Timidly, I reached out with one hand, and placed it on Daddy's thing where it was poking up inside of his pajamas.
"Princess, stop!" said Daddy. "This has to stop, right now!"
"Daddy, please?" I whimpered. "Please? I... I need... I need..." My voice trailed off.
Suddenly he scooped me up in his arms and held me tightly. "Oh, Princess, I know. I know, Baby. But we can't. So I'm going to do what I always do when I think of you like that. I'm going to go upstairs to the shower, and I'm going to play with myself. That's all we can do, Princess, and since I know that you play with yourself, too, you should go and do the same thing."
I pouted, then pulled back to look at him. "Daddy, can I watch you? When you play with yourself, I mean? Please?"
"Uhm, no, Princess. That's not a good idea."
"Why not, Daddy? You won't be touching me. I just want to see it. Please?"
"Amy, no. It's not a good idea. I don't..." He cleared his throat and looked away for a moment. "I don't know if I can trust myself not to touch you if I let you watch me like that."
I gave an exaggerated sigh. "Oh, alright," I said. Then, my evil streak came out. "Just remember, Daddy, I'm going to be in my bedroom doing the same thing to myself. You think about what I'll be doing while you're in the shower."
As I walked away from Daddy, heading to the stairs to go to my room, I untied my robe. As I started to climb the stairs, I slipped it off so that the last he saw of me that night was my naked butt walking up the stairs.
~ To Be Continued ~