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

   By

   Daddy's Little Slut-Muffin

   The day that we buried Heather was a very warm and humid summer day. 
The sun was shining, birds were singing, and while I didn't notice any of
that at the time, really, later when I thought back to that day, it seemed
to me to be appropriate.  My sister was by nature a bright and sunny
person. As I look back and remember her, it's fitting that the day we said
our final goodbyes to her was a perfect summer day.

   For the next couple of months, little Amy seemed to be completely lost.
I knew that the best thing I could do for her was to just be there, ready,
whenever she needed to talk to me, or needed me to just hold her.  For a
while, that didn't happen at all.  She seemed to have retreated into her
own little universe, barely speaking, just going through the motions of day
to day life.

   Eventually, she began to come around, until one day in early September,
just before school was due to start again, she came to me wanting to talk.
It was a Saturday afternoon, I was sitting in the back yard on a lawn
chair, reading and drinking iced tea.  She came out of the house and
approached me quietly, standing next to my chair for a moment, the silently
climbing into my lap and laying her head on my chest.

   I was taken somewhat by surprise.  Amy hadn't tried to be close to me
since her mother's funeral.  Saying nothing, sensing that she just needed
to know I loved her, I set my book down and wrapped my arms loosely around
her small body.  Neither of us spoke for a few minutes.  Finally, I felt
her sigh deeply.

   "Uncle Steve, do you think Mommy and Daddy are safe someplace?" she
asked quietly.

   I ran my hand over her soft, sweet smelling hair.  "Of course I do,
Punkin.  I think they're safe and happy, and that they're watching over
both of us right now.  And I also think that they're together again, and
they're waiting, because they know that someday, after you've grown up, and
gotten very old, and finally died, you're going to go and be with them both
again."

   She sighed again.  "I miss my Mom."

   "I know you do, Princess," I said.  "I miss her, too."

   We sat silently for a few minutes.  For my part, I was just relieved
that Amy had finally taken a step towards coming out of herself, and seemed
to be trying to open up to me a little.  It was a cool day, and the warmth
of her little body resting against mine was pleasant.  I sat there feeling
her breathe softly against me, smelling the clean scent of her hair, and
let her take whatever comfort she could from this closeness.

   "Uncle Steve?" I heard her say in a small voice.

   "Yes, Punkin?"

   "When you adopted me, that meant that you're my Daddy now, right?"

   "Well, I guess technically, yes.  I'm your legal guardian, and I have
all of the responsibility for taking care of you.  So in a way, yeah, I
guess you could say that.  Why?"

   "Well, school starts next week," she said.  "I'll be going back to
school, and all the other kids have either a Mommy or a Daddy or both.  But
I don't have either one.  So, I was wondering..." Her voice trailed off and
she seemed reluctant to go on.

   "What, Princess?" I asked.  "What were you wondering?"

   "Well..." Suddenly, she sounded very shy.  "I was wondering, do you
think it would be okay if I called you `Daddy?' I mean, you really are like
my Daddy.  You take care of me, and you love me, and even if you aren't
really my real Daddy, it's like you are.  So, do you think it would be okay
if I called you that?  Only if you want me to, I mean."

   I felt my eyes starting to burn, and blinked quickly as I tightened my
hold on her.

   "Oh, Punkin, I can't think of anything I'd like more than to have you
call me `Daddy.' If it would make you happy to think of me like that, then
I'd be honored to have you call me that."

   She looked up at my face for a moment, and then she tried it out.

   "Daddy," she said softly.  "My Daddy.  I have a Daddy again... You're my
Daddy now, aren't you?"

   That such a simple thing could make a little girl so happy just floored
me completely.  She looked relieved, and grateful, and filled with joy, all
at once.  I hugged her even more tightly and kissed the top of her head.

   "You know how much I love you, Amy, don't you?"

   I felt her nod.  "I know.  And I love you, too... Daddy..." She said it
again, with a bit more confidence.  "I love you, Daddy."

   We spent the next couple of hours making plans for the next day, when we
were going to the mall to buy her school clothes and supplies.  We decided
to make it an all day trip, complete with a lunch at the mall, a shopping
spree, a Daddy/daughter dinner date, and then a movie.

   That simple request, to be allowed to call me her Daddy, had brought her
further out of her shell than she'd been in months.  After a while, we went
inside to cobble together something for supper, and then to watch a movie
together.

   After supper, Amy helped me, as she always did, to clear the table and
wash dishes, put leftovers away, etc.  As I watched her busily working, I
had a moment to pause and appreciate the situation that I was in.  This
little girl, at ten years old, now looked up to me in the same way that any
little girl looks up to her Daddy.  I felt a rush of love for her, and
then, as I looked at her, a rush of pride in what a beautiful little girl
my "daughter" was.

   She stood about four feet, eight inches tall, just over a foot shorter
than my five feet nine inches.  She was just beginning to lose that gawky,
awkward look that a child has, although she was still rather coltish in
appearance.  Just as a colt gives hints of the horse that it will one day
be, Amy gave hints of the woman she would grow into one day.

   Long, slender legs that I was sure would one day be described as "legs
that go all the way up to there." Her butt had formed nicely, even though
she still had almost no swell to her hips, her body boyish in its
silhouette.  But her bottom swelled out nicely, a cute little double bubble
at the top of her thighs.

   While she had no breasts to speak of, her nipples, easily discerned
through the thin cotton of her tee shirt, had transformed from the flat
little-girl disks into puffy little rises on either side of her chest.  She
had naturally dark skin, almost a golden color, even without being in the
sun to tan.  Her hair was a rich, chestnut brown, with shimmering reddish
highlights, that fell in a thick cascade to the top of her thighs.  Her
hair had only been lightly trimmed for all of her life, and its length
represented ten years of growth.

   Her face had lost all traces of baby fat, and like the rest of her, gave
promise of future beauty.  Her enormous eyes were a rich, deep, chocolate
brown color with tiny flecks of gold.  She had a small button nose,
slightly upturned at the tip, with a light dusting of freckles across the
bridge.  Her two front teeth had a tiny gap between them.  Nothing that was
a blemish, rather, it served to make her all that much cuter.

   She caught me looking at her, and I saw her blush.

   "What?" she asked.

   "I was just noticing," I said, "what a beautiful little girl my daughter
is."

   She stopped what she was doing, and came to me, wrapping her arms around
my waist and laying her head on my chest.

   "Thank you," she whispered.

   "You're welcome," I said.  "I'm just telling the truth."

   "No," she said.  "I mean, thank you for calling me your daughter."

   I hugged her tighter.  "Hey, we agreed, remember?  I'm your Daddy.  And
if I'm your Daddy, then you must be my daughter, right?"

   I felt her nod her head.  "I love you, Daddy."

   "I love you, too, Princess.  Now let's finish up, and go watch a movie."

   We finished up in the kitchen, and both went to our rooms to change for
the evening.  Amy put her nightgown on, I put on a pair of pajama bottoms
and a tee shirt.  Amy chose a movie, popped it into the DVD player, and we
settled in to watch.

   I don't really know when I fell asleep.  I know that I was bored with
the movie - yet another screening of "The Little Mermaid" that I just
wasn't up for watching all the way through.  I remember being reclined on
the couch, with Amy beside me, also semi-reclined, my arm around her.  Her
back was spooned up against my chest, with one of my arms pillowing her
head, the other resting along my own side.

   When I woke up, the movie had finished, and the screen was showing the
DVD menu.  In the fog of coming awake, it took a moment for me to realize
that both Amy and I had slid down in our sleep until we were stretched out
full length on the couch, still spooned together with her back to my chest.
That was fine, and actually quite comfortable.

   What wasn't comfortable, not comfortable at all, was where my hands had
ended up.  The arm that was still pillowing her head was cramped, but now,
instead of being extended straight out in front of her, was curled around
her.  She was holding my hand in both of hers, and she had it pressed
against her chest, with the back of my hand resting against one puffy,
slightly stiffened nipple.  My other hand had made its way from my own hip
to fall over her hip, with my fingertips resting lightly against the soft,
puffy flesh of her pussy.

   But the most disquieting thing I noticed upon waking was the fact that I
had a raging hard-on.  Not only was my cock rigid and swollen, but it had
somehow wound up nestled in the crack of Amy's perfectly formed little ass.
As my mind took all of this in, I froze, hardly daring to even breathe.

   How the hell was I going to get out of this position without waking her,
without scaring her half to death?

   As I lay there, motionless, I heard and felt her sigh deeply in her
sleep.  She moved a little bit, settling herself more comfortably.  As she
did, her hands tightened on my hand, and she pressed it tighter to her
nipple, making me acutely aware of how it was becoming even more rigid
against the back of my hand.  I felt my cock twitch in response.

   I didn't even think about what I was doing - not consciously, anyway. 
Suddenly, I became aware that my fingertips were very lightly caressing her
soft pussy.  I felt the warmth emanating from between her legs, felt her
soft flesh grow warmer as my fingers moved lightly back and forth over
sweet pussy.  Again, I felt my cock twitch in response.

   You know that old cliché about thinking with your little head?  Well, I
guess that's what happened that night.  Nothing else mattered at that
moment.  The only thing I could focus on was the fact that I was turned on
by this little girl, and that I needed to come.  And if I could do it
without her catching me, I was going to use her delicate little body to get
myself off.

   Gently, I twisted my hand around a bit, so that my fingertips could
caress her puffy little nipple.  Her hands were still holding my hand, and
as I caressed her nipple, feeling it begin to tighten and rise, I felt her
fingers grip my hand just a little more tightly.  My other hand grew
bolder, pressing a bit more firmly against her pussy, my index finger
pressing in and tracing along the length of her immature little slit.  As I
stroked her little pussy, I pulled her hips back against me, pressing her
soft, warm ass to my aching cock.

   I slid my hand back between us for a moment, freeing my cock from the
confines of my pajama bottoms through the fly, and maneuvering it until I
had it nestled firmly between her thighs, the top of my shaft pressed
tightly against her soft pussy.  I was surprised to find that her panties
felt damp.  Once I had my cock nestled in where I could begin to gently
stroke it back and forth across her warm cunt, I slid my hand back over her
hip and continued to caress her soft pussy.  Gently stroking my cock back
and forth against her pussy, with nothing but the fabric of her panties
between us, I grew bolder.  Amy's nightgown had four buttons down the
front, the last one positioned at just about the base of her breastbone. 
With my left hand, I slowly, patiently, unfastened the buttons, then
slipped my hand under her nightgown so that I could caress her nipple with
nothing between my fingers and her warmth.  Not wanting to risk waking her,
I confined my caresses to just lightly stroking it, but I was still
rewarded with a further stiffening of the small crown of what would become
a breast one day.

   My other hand craved the sensation of her soft pussy lips, and I gently
slid my hand beneath the waistband of her panties, sliding downward until I
could feel the moist heat of her cunt against my fingertips.  Again not
wanting to wake her, I avoided searching out her clit, and contented myself
with stroking the warm softness of her outer lips, not daring to even part
these and stroke her inner folds.

   I was in heaven.  I'd never thought of myself as being a pedophile,
never noticed any sexual attraction to young girls before.  Now, I found
myself completely in lust with this prepubescent little girl.  In my mind,
she was the embodiment of everything sexual, and my arousal was at a level
that I had never experienced before.

   I decided that my cock needed to experience the sensation of her skin,
as well.  Carefully, I maneuvered her panties, sliding the gusset to one
side, allowing my cock to nestle up against the warm dampness of her pussy.
Letting go of them, my cock was caught between her panties and her pussy,
the pressure of her thighs being more than enough to provide the necessary
friction.  I began to gently saw my cock back and forth, the head trapped
within the confines of her panties, my fingers lightly stroking her plump,
smooth pussy, my other hand caressing her nipple.

   I lasted all of maybe forty-five seconds.  Biting down on my lower lip
to keep myself from roaring out my pleasure, I spewed out jet after jet of
hot, sticky cum into Amy's panties, the head of my cock smearing it all
over the flesh of her pussy.  I continued to slip my cock back and forth,
my cum lubricating her cunt, my fingers massaging it into her flesh.

   As my breathing returned to normal, I had only a few fleeting moments to
worry about what I had just done.  The orgasm had left me completely spent,
and I almost immediately began to fade back into sleep.  Without even
taking the time to rearrange myself to a more "modest" state, I slipped
back into dreams with my softening cock still held firmly within the
confines of Amy's panties...
   ~ To Be Continued ~