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Sweet, Sweet Amy ~ Chapter X ~ Steve
Story Codes: M/g, Incest, Romantic, ConsensualPosted: 25 July 2009
Amy was being a complete witch, though not in a bad way, depending on your perspective. From my view at the time, it was a very bad way, because I was doing my damnedest not to take advantage of her. So far, I had managed to stop myself from going too far. Yes, I know that what I had already done was wrong, but in all honesty I really was trying to keep things from going any further. Amy, however, had different ideas. "Witch" was a good word to describe her at that point, because she was trying to work a spell on me. She was having more success than I wanted to admit.
A couple of days passed following the incident on the couch when Amy tried to seduce me - again. School started, and Amy was now gone for the day during the week. Part of me hated that. The house seemed so damned quiet and lonely without her there. Part of me was relieved, because I no longer spent my work time in the office being distracted when she would come in to ask me something. That distraction was caused by my arousal at just the sight of her. I'm pretty sure that she knew what she did to me, too.
The first week of school was a short week, just Thursday and Friday. On Saturday, over breakfast, I reminded Amy that we had company coming the next day, telling her that we needed to spend the day really getting the house in order and cleaned up. She agreed readily, and we made a list dividing up the household chores for the day. We spent the day cleaning, stopping only for lunch, as well as Amy taking a couple of hours to do her homework. By supper time, we were both tired out, but the house was perfect order.
The following morning showed promise of being a beautiful day. Amy and I had breakfast, then prepared for our guests. We seldom hae company over. Amy and I had formed our own little family unit, and we didn't usually socialize with many people. Amy had her friends from school, I had my work contacts and a few acquaintances, but that was it. This was kind of unusual for us, so it was kind of exciting for us. I went upstairs, showered, put on jeans and a polo shirt, then came back down. I heard the shower from downstairs, so I knew that Amy was getting ready also.
Amy was being rather quiet. I put that down to self-consciousness about having company over for what would likely be most of the day, and just let it go at that. I couldn't have been more wrong, as I would find out as the day went on.
Amy was still upstairs when the doorbell rang. As I went to open it, I called to her, telling her that our company was here. I opened the door to find Marissa standing there with a large paper grocery bag in her arms and a lovely little blonde girl who looked to be about Amy's age standing at her side. Marissa was smiling brightly, the little girl was looking up at me shyly from beneath half-lowered eyelids.
"Hi, there," I said, smiling back at Marissa. "I see you found the place. Nice to see you again."
Amy came thumping down the stairs to stand beside me, wearing shorts and her bathing suit top. I assumed that she had the bottom on under her shorts. We all stood there for a moment, then I spoke again.
"I'm sorry. Here, let me get that bag for you."
"Thanks," she said. "Amy, Steve, this is my daughter, Carrie. Carrie, this is Amy and Steve."
"Hi, Carrie," I grinned. "It's very nice to meet you. Come on, both of you. Make yourselves at home."
Amy, who had been standing with a rather cool expression on her face, lit up a bit when introduced to Carrie.
"Did you bring a bathing suit? I hope so. If not it's okay, I have that will probably fit you. C'mon, you wanna see the pool? Then after I'll show you my room." With Amy continuing to chatter away, the two girls walked out towards the patio area.
"Be careful, Amy," I called. "Stay back from the pool until I'm out there, too."
"I know, Daddy, I know," came drifting, somewhat sarcastically, back to me.
I gave Marissa a rueful smile. "She thinks she's so grown up."
Laughing, Marissa said, "Get used to it. And brace yourself. Someday, you're going to wake up find out that she really is all grown up."
"Oh, if you only knew," I muttered.
She laughed again. "I already know. I have one, too, remember?"
"Fun, isn't it?" I said as I set the bag on the counter.
"Usually, yes," Marissa replied. "Sometimes, not so much."
I reached into the bag and removed two bottles of Merlot that she had brought, setting them on the counter. Reaching back into the bag, I withdrew a bottle of single malt scotch, looking at Marissa questioningly.
"A glass of good scotch is always good after a big meal," she said, smiling.
I grinned. "Now, if you only smoke cigars."
"I've been known to, but only after quite a lot of that scotch," she said, laughing.
"Oh, be still my beating heart!"
She laughed again. Marissa had an easy laugh, one that was also infectious. We were still laughing when the two girls came back into the kitchen on their way to Amy's room, still chattering away. As they headed through the doorway into the dining room, I saw Amy look back over her shoulder at me, that cool expression on her face again for a moment. Marissa caught the look too. After the girls were out of earshot, she grinned at me.
"I think Daddy's girl is jealous," she said.
"She's kind of possessive," I said. "Well, maybe possessive is the wrong word. Insecure, maybe. I'm not her father. Biologically, I'm her Uncle. Amy's mother was my sister. She lost both of her parents by the time she was eight, and I've got guardianship of her. She calls me "Daddy" because she desperately wants a father in her life. Honestly, I do think of her as my daughter. But she worries a lot that she might lose me, too. Anything that she perceives to be a threat, I think, is something she's going to mistrust."
"Oh, that poor little girl," she said. "And what a good man you are, taking over to raise her like that." She paused for a moment. "I take it she hasn't seen you date very much?"
"Two or three times, and never here. I've always gone out and left her with a sitter. I've always been home before she wakes up in the morning."
"Well, then," she said, her eyes flashing with amusement, "I'll be on my very best behavior today."
"Just be yourself," I said. "She should get used to seeing me with women now and then."
"Perhaps. But it should also be taken very slowly. She needs to know that if you get involved with someone, that doesn't mean she's going to lose you, or that your feelings for her will change." She sighed. "So, I'll be very good, and only flirt with you when she's out of sight."
I looked up to see her grinning at me. "Any woman who sells the merchandise that you do is welcome to flirt with me anytime," I said.
She lowered her eyelids a little, and said huskily, "Play your cards right, and maybe one day you'll get a private show."
I nearly choked. Images of Amy wearing some of that very same merchandise, parading herself before me, flooded through my mind. I'm not sure how long I stood there, but it must have been a few moments, because the next thing I knew, Marissa was asking me if I was alright.
"Fine," I said, clearing my throat. "And thank you for giving me that little mental image."
She grinned. "You're very welcome." That easy laugh came again.
The girls came thumping back down the stairs again, high-pitched voices squealing and giggling. They rushed into the kitchen together, and Amy breathlessly asked, "Daddy, can we go in the pool now? Please?"
I looked at Marissa and raised my eyebrows. "Coffee or tea? We can sit in the shade while they swim."
"Black coffee would be great," Marissa said. "We weren't sure if you had a pool or not, but we did both wear suits under our clothes."
I looked at Amy. "Okay, Princess, but wait until we're out there before you go in, okay? We'll be out as soon as the coffee is ready."
"Steve, go ahead," said Marissa. "Just show me where everything is, and I'll make coffee. They're going to die soon if they don't get in that water."
"Great!" I said. I pointed to a cupboard. "I take mine black, too. Coffee is up there. Cups are hanging over there. We'll meet you outside."
Amy grabbed my hand. "C'mon, Daddy!" Dragging me through the door out to the patio, she finally dropped my hand. I went to sit in one of the lounge chairs, watching the girls remove the clothing that covered their bathing suits.
Carrie was just a fraction of an inch shorter than Amy, and slightly thinner. Her dark blonde hair was done up in pigtails, and judging from her bangs, I guessed that it was probably a jawline length pageboy cut. Her blue eyes were enormous, and she had a tiny little Cupid's bow mouth. She had arrived wearing a simple, plain pink tee shirt, capri length jeans, and pink sandals. She pulled her tee shirt off first, revealing a bright pink bikini top. Gee, I wonder what her favorite color is, I thought. As she unbuttoned her pants, she kicked her sandals off, and then pulled the pants down enough so that she could step out of them. Her pink bikini bottom was a bit small, and very form fitting. Her perfectly formed little ass perched smartly at the top of her thighs.
At the same time Amy, who only had to remove her shorts, quickly unfastened, dropped, and stepped out of them. I gaped in surprise. I hadn't noticed when all I could see was her top, but this bikini was going to be extremely revealing the moment she got it wet. I called her over quickly.
"Amy, are you sure you want to be wearing this bikini?" I asked.
"Uh-huh," she nodded. "Why?"
"Because... Well, you do know what's going to happen when you get wet, right?"
"Yup." She gave me a small smirk, and then rushed back to Carrie.
I closed my eyes, shaking my head slightly. It's going to be a long day, I thought.
Marissa approached the lounge chairs, carrying two mugs of steaming coffee. She set them down on the table between the lounge chairs, and then joined me in lying back to watch the girls.
"Thanks," I said.
"You're welcome," she replied. "I see they're getting along well."
"It would seem so," I said. "Carrie is adorable."
Marissa laughed sarcastically. "You want her?"
"Uh, no. Thanks anyway. One is more than I'm ready to deal with as it is."
"Smart man," she said, grinning. "Wait! Does that mean you're not ready to move us in with you, to be one big happy family?"
I stared at her.
She started laughing hysterically. "Oh, my God! You're too easy!" she said. "Relax, big boy. It was a joke."
I relaxed and laughed with her.
At the sound, I saw Amy out of the corner of my eye, glaring in our direction.
"Oh, ouch!" said Marissa.
"What?"
Quietly, she said, "You didn't see those darts flying out of Amy's eyes, straight at my head?"
"Yes, I did," I replied. "I need to pull her aside for a minute. This has to stop."
"No, don't!" Marissa said. "You'll only make her resent me more. Let it go, and let her get used to me. I can handle it."
"Okay, if you say so."
"Trust me," she replied.
We heard two high-pitched voices counting off, "One...Two...THREE!!" followed by a large splash as the two girls jumped into the pool together, holding hands. Then came the sound of breathless giggles as they rose to the surface and began splashing around, tossing a ball back and forth to each other. They stood in water that came up to about their shoulders, bouncing lightly up and down as they played.
I saw Carrie move to the shallow end of the pool and climb the steps to get out, running to her mother. As she apporached, I saw her bikini bottom was clinging to her prominent little mound, showing off the puffy lips and the little slit that ran downwards, disappearing between her legs. She pulled the elastic bands out of her pigtails, and I saw that she did indeed have a pageboy haircut. Handing the elastics to her mother, she said, "I don't want to lose them." Then she turned and ran back to rejoin Amy, her pert little ass bouncing and wiggling as she went.
The two girls continued to play and splash for a while, and then finally decided that they wanted a break. As they stepped from the pool, I had a shock when I saw Amy.
Her bikini had gone quite transluscent now that it was wet. With a complete lack of shame, she walked towards us. Her nipples had hardened, and the pink nubs were plainly visible beneath her top. As my eyes moved downwards, I saw quite plainly her delicious little pussy, the color of her skin easily seen through the saturated material. She didn't look at me for more than an instant, but the look was unmistakable. She meant for me to take in this sight, and to be aroused by it.
"I swear," I said quietly, "that girl is going to give me a heart attack yet."
"She's staking out her territory, Steve," Marissa said. "She's letting me know that as far as she's concerned, you're hers, and no one else's."
"Oh, isn't that wonderful," I said. "She's ten years old!"
"She doesn't mean it the way you think she does," she replied. "It's just the female coming out, and warning off another female. She'll adjust. Give her time."
Lady, I thought, if you only knew what her intentions really are.
The girls wrapped up in big towels, and then went to sit at the picnic table to talk and gossip. There was a lot of giggling going on, a sound that I wasn't really used to hearing. I found it rather pleasant. Amy sounded happier than she had in a long time. It was nice to see her having fun with someone her own age, and acting like a little girl.
"Well," I said, "duty calls. I have food to start preparing." I looked at my watch. "I know it's not quite noon yet, but are you up to a little wine while I work my culinary magic?"
Marissa grinned. "Like the song says, it's five o'clock somewhere. I'll even help you prep if you want."
"Nope," I said, "this is my show. All you need to do is relax, and eat when it's ready."
As we headed towards the house, I said, "Amy, I'm going to start getting the food ready. Just be careful out here, and stay out of the pool unless Marissa or I is out here, too, okay?"
"Okay, Daddy. We're gonna go inside in a few minutes anyway to play video games."
"Well, just make sure you get the wet suits off before you sit on the couch, okay?"
"I know, Daddy." There was that not-so-subtle eye roll of hers, at which Marissa laughed. "Amy," she said, "get used to it. He's never going to stop acting like you're five. That's just how Daddies are."
Amy gave me a look that was filled with meaning. "He's going to have to stop it someday," she said.
As Marissa and I entered the kitchen, closing the door behind us, she began to laugh.
"What?" I said.
Still laughing, she said, "She is so cute. I'm surprised she hasn't branded your hide yet."
"If she thought she could get away with it, I think she probably would," I said.
"Steve," she said, "she's at the age where she's completely in love with her Daddy. Every little girl goes through it. Enjoy it while you can. By the time she's thirteen, she's going to hate everyone, especially you."
I was pulling out items to make potato salad. "Yeah, I know," I said. "But it's not easy sometimes. Hey, will Carrie, or you for that matter, eat potato salad if the potatoes have the skins still on?"
She started to laugh. "It's obvious you don't know us. Honey, we will eat anything you put in front of us, if you don't nail it down. Neither one of us is picky." She paused. "Didn't you say something about wine?"
"I did," I laughed. "There's a corkscrew in that drawer there. If you want to give this one time to breathe, I have a half bottle over there on the counter."
"Breathe?" she said. "What on earth for? Do I look like a connoisseur?"
"My kind of woman," I said. "But I had to ask, in case you were a wine snob."
Potatoes diced, I dumped them into the pot of water that was boiling on the stove, then began to prepare the other ingredients. I pointed out the cupboard where I kept the wine glasses, and Marissa set about pouring two glasses. At that moment, the two girls came crashing into the kitchen, still in their bathing suits, though Amy's had dried enough that it wasn't quite as transluscent. It still revealed more than I was comfortable with, though.
"Girls? Wet clothes, please." Giggling still, they ran back outside, retrieved their regular clothes, then ran back in. They bounced up the stairs to change. I was relieved that Amy hadn't decided to strip down in the kitchen to change. I wouldn't have put it past her, with the way she'd been acting today.
The insanity provoking, repetitive music of Amy's favorite video game began to blast from the living room a few minutes later. I went in, silently turned the volume down to a dull roar and shot Amy a look that said, "Keep it down." She grinned at me, then stuck out her tongue. Shaking my head, I returned to the kitchen.
"Well," I said, "we may have to shout, but at least I can hear myself think now."
When the potato salad was finished, I put it in the refrigerator to chill. The corn had already been shucked, and the ribs were marinating. I'd made the pecan pie the day before. There was nothing more to do until we were ready to get things on the grill, and it was still a bit early to eat. I was planning to do that in a couple of hours. Amy came into the kitchen to get two sodas from the refrigerator, and then hurried back to the living room and Carrie.
"Listen, Marissa," I said, "thanks for coming over today."
"Thank you for having us," she smiled.
"No, I mean, thank you both," I said. "It's been a long time since I've seen Amy having this kind of fun with someone her own age. She doesn't like letting me out of her sight if she can help it. She's afraid, I guess, that I might disappear. She tries to be too grown up sometimes. It's so nice to see her just being a little girl for a change."
She reached out and took my hand. "Seriously," she said, "it's our pleasure." Her eyes sparkled quickly. "For myself, I hope that the pleasure will one day be all mine."
I laughed, loudly. "I get the feeling that you're incorrigible," I said.
She nodded, still holding my hand. "Completely."
I heard a footstep, and looked up to see Amy standing in the doorway, frozen in place. She was staring at Marissa and I, or more accurately, at our joined hands. For several long moments she stood there, and then her face kind of crumpled. She strode to the patio door, tears beginning to run down her cheeks. I saw her sit down at the picnic table, her shoulders shaking.
"Shit," I said quietly.
Marissa withdrew her hand from mine. "Go talk to her," she said. "Just be gentle, and listen to her."
Nodding, I rose from my chair and went out to the patio. I sat down next to Amy, straddling the seat so that I could face her directly. She wuldn't look at me; she just sat, silently crying, her shoulders shaking. I stayed silent until I saw that she was calming down some, then I reached out and stroked her damp hair.
"Do you want to talk about it, Princess?"
"There's nothing to talk about, Daddy," she said. "You like her."
"Yes, I do like her," I said. "She's a very nice person."
"You know what I mean, Daddy."
"No, Princess," I said, "I don't. Yes, I like her, but I don't know her well enough to know if I like her the way that you mean. This is only the second time I've met her."
"You will like her that way, Daddy," she said. "She's a grown up. You can do things with her that you won't do with me."
"We've talked about that, Amy."
"Yes, Daddy, I know," she said, her voice rising. She raised her head and stared at me, her eyes flashing. "Except "we" haven't talked, you've talked. I don't get a say. You said you like me that way, but it's wrong. I don't care what anybody says, Daddy, it's not wrong. Not for us."
"Princess, let's just have a good day today, okay? Let's just relax, have a good time, and we can talk about this tonight after Marissa and Carrie go home."
"Daddy, how can I have a good time? Huh?" Her voice was quite loud now. "How can I have a good time when I know that pretty soon, you're probably gonna be doing things with her that I want you to do with me. Things you told me you want to do with me, but you're worried about doing because you think it'll hurt me, or we'll get caught?"
I looked at her for a long moment. "Amy, let me tell you something, okay? If I thought that it wouldn't harm you in some way, if I thought it was safe, so that we wouldn't have to worry about anyone taking you away from me..." I trailed off, then continued. "If I thought those things, then I'd be sharing my bedroom with you every night. I would like nothing more than to make love to you every night, Amy. But we can't, and I won't. It's not going to happen."
I heard a gasp from the doorway to the kitchen. Amy and I both looked over to see Marissa standing there. I had left the kitchen door open when I followed Amy outside. She was standing there, her face white. Suddenly, she spun and walked back into the house. I could hear her calling to Carrie. "Carrie? Come on, Sweetie, we're leaving."
I got up and moved quickly into the house. "Marissa, wait!" I called. "Just wait a minute."
"Wait? What for, you fucking freak?" She spat the words at me with a snarl. She spun around. "Carrie! Go get in the car. I'll be right out."
She turned back to face me. "I can't believe I brought my daughter over here. Christ, how stupid could I be?"
"Now, hold on a minute," I said. I was getting pissed now. "If you heard everything, then you know goddamned well that nothing has happened, and that I won't let it happen." Even as I said it, I had a flash of memory of the night that I'd molested Amy as she slept.
"Oh, that should make me feel better? Maybe nothing's happened, but it sure as hell isn't because you don't want it to. I heard you, alright, you sick fuck. If you thought it was safe, you'd be making love to that little girl every night! What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"You know what?" I said. "The only thing you need to know is that nothing has happened with Amy, and nothing will. Beyond that, how I choose to deal with her fear of losing me is my decision. It's none of your concern."
She stood glaring at me for a moment. "You know, I really thought you were a nice guy. But you don't try to boost a little girl's self esteem by telling her that you'd like to have sex with her. That's just fucking sick. I can't very well do anything about it, because I heard both of you say that nothing has happened. But so help me God, if I ever think that you've done something to that little girl, I'll have your ass landed in jail so fast you won't know what hit you."
She strode to the front door, yanking it open. Turning back for a moment, she spat out her parting shot. "Just stay the fuck away from me, you fucking pervert. Stay away from me and my daughter." She paused. "Especially my daughter." She turned and slammed the door. A moment later I heard her car start, and she was gone.
I blew out a huge breath, then turned to see Amy standing in the doorway, pale and frightened looking.
"Princess," I said quietly, "that's what I meant about it being dangerous. Marissa could still call Child Welfare, and they could investigate. They couldn't do anything, but they could make our lives very difficult."
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she whispered, the tears starting again.
I went to her then, wrapping my arms around her and stroking the back of her head. "Shhh," I hushed her. "It's not your fault, Amy. You just have to be very careful about what you say when there's someone around who can overhear you."
I stood that way, holding her for a few minutes, and then I laughed.
"I hope you're awfully hungry today, Princess. Since the party is over, we've got an awful lot of food to eat."
I heard her giggle. "I'll try, Daddy," she said, "but I think we're gonna have some leftovers."
"Yum," I said. "Cold leftover ribs for snacks tonight!"
"They're better hot," said Amy, wrinkling her nose.
"Are you hungry yet?" I asked.
She nodded. "I'm always hungry, Daddy, you know that."
Before I released her, I bent and kissed the top of her head. "I love you, Amy. No matter what, I love you, and I'll always love you. You know that, right?"
I felt her nod her head. "I know, Daddy. I love you, too. So much it hurts sometimes."
Letting her go, I asked if she wanted to eat inside or out at the picnic table. "Inside," she said. "There's no flies that way."
"Inside it is, then," I said. "Why don't you pick out a tape, and I'll go get the ribs and corn on the grill."
"Okay," she said. "And don't worry, I remember. One of your movies this time."
I grinned. "Good girl!"
Forty-five minutes later, we were sitting at the table making a complete mess of ourselves. There's just no way to eat my ribs without making a mess. I was at the head of the table, Amy was to my left; both of us were giggling and laughing like fools. I saw Amy put a rib down and wipe her face, then that mischievous look came into her eye. She stood up holding a paper napkin, and told me that I was a mess. Seeing her intent, I raised my face so that she could wipe it. With no warning, she suddenly leaned down and licked the side of my mouth, then dragged her tongue beneath my bottom lip. I sat frozen as her mouth closed on my skin, sucking barbeque sauce from my face. Her tongue slid out and she dragged it across my lips; suddenly, I didn't care anymore. I just didn't care, and I surrendered to what I was feeling.
Even with barbeque sauce on my fingers, I placed my hands on her bare sides, feeling her soft skin as I opened my mouth. She sat down in my lap as I opened my mouth, allowing her tongue in and extending my own into her sweet tasting mouth. She sighed as I wrapped my arms around her, smearing her skin with sticky barbeque sauce. The kiss went on and on, our lips moving, mouths locked together, tongues exploring. Even as my own breathing became faster, I felt and heard Amy's do the same.
I broke the kiss. "Amy," I said hoarsely, "are you..."
"Shhh... Yes, Daddy, I'm sure," she said softly. "I want this. I want it more than anything in the world." With that, she locked her mouth to mine again, her tongue exploring deeply, small whimpers escaping her throat to be swallowed by me.
Slipping one arm beneath her thighs, I stood, picking her up as the kiss continued. I broke it, and walked towards the living room as Amy began to kiss the side of my neck. "Oh, Daddy," I heard her whisper. "You really do love me..."
I climbed the stairs slowly with my little girl in my arms. I was nervous, a little scared of what I was about to do, but completely unable to resist this any longer. I wanted her. This beautiful, sexy, smart little girl. I wanted to take her to my bed, and bring her to heights of pleasure that she had never known before.
I prepared to make my little girl my lover...
~ To Be Continued ~