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Sweet, Sweet Amy ~ Chapter VI ~ Steve (M/g, Incest, Romantic, Consensual)

By

Daddys Little Slut-Muffin

When I woke that morning, following my night of complete indiscretion with my niece turned daughter, I was alone on the couch. As consciousness returned to me, I found my mind slowly being flooded with the memory of what I had done the night before. A flood of guilt and shame washed over me  I had molested my little girl. Not my biological daughter, but what difference did that make? She was my dead sisters daughter. I had been entrusted with her care, I loved her deeply, and I had taken advantage of her while she slept next to me. I had never felt such guilt before, and I didnt ever want to feel it again. 

When I realized I was alone, I felt a stab of fear. What if Amy had discovered what Id done? The previous night was a fog to me, and at the moment, I had a piss hard on that was sticking out of the fly of my pajama bottoms. I couldnt remember  had I straightened up after Id molested her? I became aware of the sound from the television, and it was then, as I was trying to shove my swollen cock back into my pajamas, that I noticed Amy, sitting on the floor with her back to me, watching cartoons and eating a bowl of cereal.

I told her, Good morning, and asked her if shed slept okay as I stood to head for the bathroom, and she turned and looked at me and said that she had, and then she looked back to the television and her cartoons.

She seemed fine. She was her usual self, except for a slight flush when she looked up at me, which I guiltily dismissed as being just my imagination. When I reminded her about our shopping trip that day, it was almost like she was ready to go in her pajamas, sort of as is, but I told her I needed a shower, and she did too, and we had plenty of time. While she finished her breakfast, I showered and dressed. By the time I came downstairs again, Amy had finished eating and rinsing her dishes, and while I started to make something for myself, she headed upstairs to get ready to go. She was flushed with excitement, I suppose because she knew she was going to get to pick out all kinds of clothes that day. 

Our shopping trip was uneventful, if rather hectic and tiring. The energy level of a ten-year-old girl on a shopping mission is just mind boggling. I dont usually have a lot of patience for spending a whole day shopping like that, but she was happy, and having such a good time, that I made myself just enjoy being with her. I actually managed to capture some of her enthusiasm, and I had fun picking things out with her. 

The only part of the trip that might have given me pause came when she wanted to get some things from Victorias Secret. We had pretty much covered everything she needed, except underwear. I had no idea how to shop for training bras for her, and frankly, after what Id done, I was a little uncomfortable thinking about her panties. Still, I let myself be dragged into Victorias Secret, where I was told by a very attractive sales girl that the store did indeed have items that would be both appropriate and would fit Amy.

I must have looked extremely uncomfortable, because she smiled at me, and took Amys hand, telling me, basically, to get lost for a half hour while she helped her with getting some things together. I smiled at her gratefully, and she winked at me over Amys head as she led her away. I glanced at her name tag. Marissa, I thought, What a lovely name. I ogled her nicely formed ass as she and Amy headed into the back of the store.

When I returned a while later, everything was scanned in and bagged. I gave Marissa my credit card, she swiped it, and Amy started out the door. She was hungry, and ready for our dinner date. I signed for the purchase, and as Marissa handed the card back to me, her fingers lingered on mine for a few seconds longer than necessary.

Feel free to come anytime, if you need anything else, she said quietly.

Thanks, I said, as I began to fold the receipt. Then I noticed a phone number written on the back, and I looked up at her. She gave me one of those smiles that every female on the planet knows how to give.

Call me if youd like, she said, holding my eyes.

I grinned at her. I will, I replied.

I left the store and followed Amy out to the mall. We went to the car, and loaded her final purchases in the trunk with everything else wed bought that day. Id spent what seemed like a small fortune, but then, I figured it was worth it. I hadnt seen Amy this happy and excited about anything since Heather had died. Seeing her with that bright smile on her face all day, watching her just being a female as she shopped for clothes, was worth all the money I had or ever would have.

We had dinner at a Japanese steak house because Amy wanted to go to a grown up restaurant. She also wanted to see a grown up movie after dinner, so I took her to see Cold Mountain. After the movie, though, I made a mistake as we were talking about it

So, I said, did you like the movie, Princess?

Amy thought for a moment, then said, Yes. It was really interesting to see how people survived during the Civil War, and Ill remember that stuff for school when we talk about it. But the best part was how they put those little stories in with the big story of how Inman and Ada stayed so in love all that time, even though they were apart.

She fell silent for a moment, then said quietly, Thats the kind of love I want someday.

I smiled. You already have that kind of love, Princess. Ill love you forever and ever, you know that.

She blushed furiously, and punched my arm. You know what I mean, Daddy!

I feigned shock. What? I cant love you that much? You know Id gladly die for you, just like Inman died for Ada.

As soon as the words were out, I knew that it was completely the wrong thing to say. She fell silent, and stayed pensive for a few moments. I wasnt sure what to say, so I kept my mouth shut for now. Id already said too much.

Daddy, she said softly, dont you ever say that again, please? Not ever. I dont think I could stand it if someone else I love dies.

I reached over and ran my hand down the back of her head, stroking her hair.

Im sorry, Baby. That was a stupid thing for me to say. I promise, Ill never say anything like that again. I just wanted you to know how much I really love you.

I know, she said. But I just dont like to think about you dying.

We were at a red light, so I reached over and turned her head to face me.

Hey, I said. Im not going to die on you, and Im not going anywhere, you understand me? You, young lady, are stuck with me whether you like it or not. Get used to it, and get used to the fact that I love you with my whole heart and soul.

I watched her blush deeply again, then smile at me. She quickly slid over and hugged my neck. I love you, too, Daddy. Tons and tons, forever and ever. Then she kissed my cheek, and slid back to her side, buckling her seat belt again as the light turned green.

When we got home and unloaded the car, I could tell that Amy was exhausted, even though she tried to cover it up. I told her we could put her new things away tomorrow, and that she should get herself ready for bed. School didnt start until Thursday, so she still had three days to get everything ready. When she didnt protest going to bed, I knew she was tired because normally shed pester me to stay up later.

After Id tucked her in, I went downstairs for a drink, and to watch a little bit of the news. My mind started to drift, and I found myself reliving moments from earlier in the day. I suppose that I had made myself not be consciously aware of what I was looking at while we were in the mall or at dinner while it was happening, but now my mind wouldnt let me block the thoughts out.

The look of her perfectly sculpted little ass when she modeled those sexy black leather pants for me. The incongruousness of her overall little girl appearance, complete with those cute ponytails on each side of her head, that somehow came across as being amazingly erotic and sexual. The way her little nipples revealed themselves beneath her shirt when she moved a certain way, pressing against the fabric. The frequent glimpses of her panty-covered little pussy each time she squatted down to look at something. The soft skin of her thighs leading up to those panties, a path that I now found myself wanting to travel with my tongue. The smiles from her, mostly just little girl smiles of excitement, but occasionally, smiles that seemed almost seductive, at least now, looking back at them.

I shook the thoughts off, wondering just what the hell was wrong with me. I noticed that I had a raging erection, and tried to will it into submission. That proved to be an exercise in futility. There was no way that thing was going to go away on its own.


I drained my drink, and went up to grab a quick shower. I figured I could do something about the state of my cock at the same time. While I stroked myself, my hands soapy, I focused on the sales girl at Victorias Secret, trying to imagine myself fucking her. Didnt work. She was hot, no denying that, but images of her faded quickly, replaced with images of Amy. Amy kneeling in front of me, her hands on my shaft and balls, her lips wrapped around the swollen head of my dick. Amy lying on her back, my head buried between her thighs, lapping at her soft, warm pussy. Amy sitting astride me, riding my cock slowly, then faster and faster, taking me into the depths of her hot cunt until I exploded deep inside her, watching her cum with me.

When I came, it was with a volume and force that I dont think Ive ever experienced before then. And as angry as I was with myself for thinking of my niece  no, my daughter, - that way, I still leaned back against the shower wall, and whispered to myself, God, Amy. I want you so badly.

I had no idea what I was going to do about this. I mean, who the hell was I supposed to talk to about it? It was 2003, and the hysteria about child molesters was just reaching the point of being completely rabid. If I even breathed one word of what I was going through to a therapist or a friend, Id be locked up, and Id lose Amy. No way could I allow that.

So, I resolved that I was never going to touch her again, not the way that I had the night before. I was going to force my thoughts of her to stay within the realm of whats acceptable and decent and moral. And Id find a girlfriend, one my own age, and force myself to stop thinking about Amy that way.

Wonderful intentions, but really just another exercise in futility, as I was going to find out pretty quickly.

Still feeling guilty about my thoughts and the things Id been imagining about Amy, I dried off and went to bed. It wasnt the best nights sleep Ive ever had, because my dreams, traitorous fuckers, were filled with images of Amy, naked, and sex with her. When I got up in the morning, I vowed again to make this stop. I did well for a few hours.

As I was making coffee that morning, I heard the shower start upstairs, so I started thinking about making breakfast for the two of us. As much as they make me shudder, Amy has this passionate love for toaster waffles, so I decided thats what wed have for breakfast. I poured her a glass of orange juice and set it on the table, then set out two plates and the necessary silverware, along with maple syrup. I also poured her a glass of milk. By the time she came downstairs, the waffles were in the toaster, and she grinned at me.

Waffles! I love you, Daddy!

Yeah, yeah, I said, I knew it. You just love me because I let you eat these nasty things, and I even eat them with you.

I do not, she said with a mock pout. I love you for everything about you.. A sly grin appeared. But the waffles sure do help.

Brat, I said.

She stuck her tongue out at me, then grinned. By this time, we each had a waffle in front of us, and we started eating breakfast.

So,  I said, we need to get all of your stuff unpacked and settled. We have to wash all those new clothes, and let you get your school supplies organized. I know school doesnt start till Thursday, but itll be easier if we have you all settled before then.

Yup. said Amy, Daddy, you dont have to wash my clothes. I can do that at the same time Im getting my notebooks and stuff ready.

Well, I said, why dont we do it together, okay? I know you can run the washer and dryer, but we need to sort your clothes by color and by what kind of cycle they need to be washed and dried with. Its probably time you started to learn about how to do laundry the right way.

Amys eyes slid away from me for a second, and she blushed. Whats that about, I wondered.

Daddy, I dont want you to be washing my underwear and stuff, she said. Its embarrassing.

The light came on, and I smiled. Sweetie, its not the first time Ive seen your underwear, or even washed them, and its not going to be the last.

But Her eyes slid away again.

Ahh, I thought. Is this because you got some training bras yesterday, Princess? Is that what youre embarrassed about?

Uhm, sorta, said Amy. Again, the eyes slid off to one side.

Sweetie, theyre just pieces of cloth. Just like any of your other clothes. Theres no need for you to be embarrassed about it. Actually, it just means that youre growing up. That means that its time for you to be wearing more grown up clothes. Theres nothing you should be embarrassed about.

Amys eyes snapped back to mine. Is that what you really think? Im growing up, and I can wear more grown up stuff now?

I knew something was up, but I couldnt put my finger on what it might be. But Id just said it, so I couldnt back out now.

Yes, Princess, thats exactly what I think.

She looked relieved, and gave me that bright smile of hers again. She got up, and cleared the table, rinsed dishes, and put them in the dishwasher. Household chores had never been an issue with Amy, my sister had brought her up to always help out around the house, and it was second nature to her, I guess. Still, it was nice to be in the company of a kid who was so conscientious about cleaning up after herself.

Amy bounced out of the room, and returned with two big bags filled with school supplies. I watched her as she sat, tip of her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth, and organized everything to her satisfaction. Then she ran off and returned in a moment with her new backpack, and put everything into it. When she was done, she stood and caressed the suede backpack for a minute, then looked up at me.

This is the most awesome backpack ever, Daddy. All the other kids are going to be so jealous that I actually have a leather bag for my school stuff.

Speaking of leather, I said, I know you probably know this, but just in case. Your leather pants and vest and jacket dont ever go in the wash, okay? When they need to be cleaned, well take them to the dry cleaners.

Jeez, Daddy, she said, rolling her eyes at me, I know that. Everyone knows you dont wash leather.

Okay, okay. Just making sure, Sweetie.

Amy closed all the compartments on her backpack, then slung it over her shoulder and brought it out to the hallway. When she returned, she was struggling with a pile of bags from various clothing stores, finally managing to sling them on the table. I opened a drawer and brought out a pair of scissors to remove the tags from everything before we washed them.

Amy was most entranced with the leather outfit, which of course did not need to be washed. First, she brought out the pants  light, thin leather, coal black, with flared legs. We removed the tags, and Amy very carefully attached them to a hanger with clips on it, hanging them by the waste band so that they wouldnt crease at the knees. She hung them from one of the cupboard door handles, then returned to the bag from the leather shop, taking out the matching leather vest. We removed the tags, and she hung the vest on the same hanger with her pants.

The next item out of the bag was her new purse  again, lightweight, black leather, that matched her pants and vest. It was very small, barely big enough to hold a large wallet, and I wondered what use it could be. Then, I considered the fact that Amy was ten years old, and wouldnt have the mass of items that an adult woman would be carrying in a purse, couple with the fact that she had her backpack. I realized that the purse was more a fashion statement than anything else.

Finally, out came her new boots. Coal black, and much higher than I had originally realized. When she had them on, they would most likely reach almost to her knees, and they werent typical cowboy boots. They had a rounded toe, but the heels were a good four inches high. Amy held them almost reverently in her hands, then looked at me and smiled.

I love this outfit, Daddy, she said. Thank you so much for letting me have it.

I melted

We continued emptying bags, Amy smiling and giggling at her new clothes with utter delight, me reading washing instructions and separating them to be given their first run through the washer and dryer before being put away. Jeans, khakis, skirts, dresses, all were put into the appropriate pile for washing. Eventually, Amy realized that she couldnt avoid it any longer, and she brought out the two bags from Victorias Secret, blushing furiously as she did.

She began handing me her new underwear, and I removed tags and set them in the proper piles. I had decided it would be best to say nothing, and act as though these were just more clothes, which, in fact, they were. My composure almost cracked, though, when she suddenly handed me a wad of panties. Well, if you could call them panties. It would have taken ten sets of them to make enough material for a normal pair of little girls panties.

I couldnt believe that someone actually made such skimpy thong panties for a girl Amys age. There was almost nothing to them! The small triangle of material that would cover her pussy was so tiny as to be almost nonexistent. I froze, the panties in my hand, and felt my cock go rigid in my pants as I stared at them. I looked up at Amy for a moment to find her face a deep scarlet red. She spoke first.

You said I could start wearing grown up clothes now, Daddy.

I swallowed, hoping that she couldnt hear what to me was an audible gulp.

Yes, I did, Princess. I guess I just wasnt quite ready to see that youre really becoming a grown up girl now. But you are, and you dont have to be embarrassed. I think youll feel very beautiful when you wear these.

Amy smiled bashfully, and walked to me. She wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me.

I love you, Daddy, she whispered. Thank you for understanding.

I dropped to my knees in front of her.

Sweetie, of course I understand. Youre growing up. Youre the most beautiful girl Ive ever known, and you want to feel beautiful. And one way that girls feel beautiful is to wear sexy clothes. Dont ever feel ashamed of wanting to be sexy, okay?

She wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me tight for long, long moments. I felt her lips kiss my cheek then, lightly.

I love you so much, Daddy, she whispered again. Then she went back to kissing me lightly, all over my cheeks, until, either by accident or deliberately, Ill probably never know, her lips found mine. She lingered in the kiss, her lips closed, just lightly pressing her mouth to mine. After a few moments, I felt her sigh. Her body sagged into mine, and her lips parted slightly. I felt her tongue brush my lips, and I opened my mouth slightly. Her tongue slid softly into my mouth, lightly caressing mine, exploring.

I woke up suddenly. I broke the kiss, and held her face in my hands gently.

We have to stop this, Princess, I said.

She looked ready to cry. But why, Daddy?

Well talk in a little while, okay? But for now, Princess, we have to stop. I have to think. Do you understand?

Amy looked crestfallen. No, she said.

Then Ill explain it to you in a little while, okay? But for now, just realize that you havent done anything wrong, okay? Daddy just needs to think about whats happening here. And I promise, Ill sit down, and Ill explain to why I have to stop before you go to bed tonight, okay?

She nodded. Okay, Daddy. She paused. Daddy? Do you still love me?

I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her close to me. Oh, Baby, theres nothing in this world that could ever make me stop loving you. Dont you ever worry about that, do you hear me? Ill always love you, always and always, forever and forever.

We stayed that way, locked in each others arms, for what seemed like hours. Finally, I broke away, and said, Now. Lets get your clothes washed, okay? And then later on, maybe you can give me a little fashion show, and let me see how you look in all these new clothes.

Amy grinned. Really? You want to see me model my clothes for you?

I would love to see my sexy girl model some clothes for me, I replied.

She grinned. I even have some of Mommys makeup. I can be like a real model for you, Daddy!

Okay, then, I said, fashion show it is, right after supper. But for now, lets get all this stuff washed, okay?

Okay, Daddy!

Together, we carried the piles of clothes to the laundry room, and started the first load washing.

~ To Be Continued ~
