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

   By

   Daddy's Little Slut-Muffin

   I guess it was about three or four days after I had overheard my Uncle
Steve and my Mom that my fear and curiosity finally got the best of me. 
Maybe if the mood around my house had been a little different, I wouldn't
have continued to be so afraid.  Mom seemed kind of sad, Uncle Steve seemed
even sadder, and what made things really suspicious to me was the fact that
Uncle Steve moved in with us.

   The day that I was given the news about what was happening, my Mom got
me up and had me get ready to go to school.  If she noticed that I was
being unusually quiet, she didn't say anything about it to me.  After
breakfast she helped me to gather my books and papers, gave me a kiss, and
sent me out the door to wait for the school bus.

   I came home that afternoon to find my Mom rushing around to get ready
for work.  A few minutes after I arrived home, while I was making myself a
snack, Uncle Steve arrived to stay with me while Mom was at work.  When he
came in, he had a huge duffel bag with him, and Mom told him to go ahead
and get settled into the guest room.  She was running late, so I knew
better than to bug her with questions about what was going on.  After she
had kissed me goodbye and rushed out the door, I followed Uncle Steve up to
the unused bedroom, and stood in the doorway watching him as he unpacked.
He noticed me right away, and grinned at me.

   "Hiya, Punkin!  What's up?" He seemed cheerful, but in a forced kind of
way.  Even at ten years old, I could see that.  He continued to unpack his
clothes and put them in the closet and the dresser drawers.

   "You're going to move in with us?" I asked him.

   "Yup," he replied.  "Hope you aren't going to get sick of me being
around all the time."

   "But what about your house?  And all your stuff?  What are you gonna do
with everything?"

   "Well, you know I don't own my house, I just rent it," he answered. 
"So, I'll slowly move everything out and bring it here, and just put it in
the basement."

   I couldn't stand it anymore.  He wasn't giving me a real reason for this
sudden turn of events, and I knew it.  I stood looking at the floor, one
hand absently twisting my hair around one finger.  It's a habit I still
have to this day.  Without looking up, I started to speak again, and it all
came out in a rush.

   "Uncle Steve, what's going on?  You and Mom are so sad all the time, and
now you're moving in here, and nobody is telling me anything.  I know
you're both upset about something, but you won't tell me what's wrong." As
I continued, I could hear my voice starting to shake, and I felt tears well
in my eyes, spilling over silently as I rushed on.  "I know something bad
is going on.  I heard you and Mom in the kitchen the other night, but I
didn't understand what you were talking about.  And then you started to
cry, and I know that means you're scared, and if you're scared then it has
to be bad.  Uncle Steve, I'm just scared.  Please tell me what's wrong. 
Please?" As I finished, I just stood there, still looking at the floor,
crying quietly, so very desperately needing him to reassure me.

   I heard him take two steps, and suddenly he was lifting me from the
floor, hugging me close to his chest.  With one arm under my butt and the
other circling behind my shoulders, he held me tightly to him as I snaked
my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging
desperately to him.  He cradled me there, letting me cry into the side of
his neck, making soft sounds of comfort.  When my sobbing began to quiet,
he moved to the bed and sat down, rearranging me so that I was sitting
across his thighs, the side of my head resting against his chest as he
stroked my hair.

   I felt him take a deep sigh.  "I guess we haven't handled things to well
with you, have we, Punkin?" he said.  I waited, knowing there would be
more. He took another deep breath.

   "I'll tell you what, Princess.  It's very, very important that your Mom
be here to talk to you, too.  It shouldn't just be me.  So, what we'll do
is let you stay up tonight until she gets home from work, and I'll talk to
her.  We'll let you stay home from school tomorrow, because it's going to
be a very late night if you stay up, but tomorrow is Friday, and you can
have a long weekend.  Is that okay for now?"

   I thought for a moment.  "But why can't you just tell me now?"

   "Because, Punkin, this is something your Mom needs to be here to talk to
you about, too, not just me.  You're right, there's something going on, but
just remember, your Mom and I are here for you, okay?  And you know that
I'm always going to be here to take care of you." He hugged me tightly
again.  "I love you like you're my own daughter, you know.  But for now,
just believe that we both love you, and I promise, from now, there won't be
any secrets from you, okay?"

   I nodded, relaxing against him, enjoying the sensual feel of his hand
stroking my hair as he held me close.  After a few minutes, he patted the
side of my leg and said, "Come on, Princess.  I need to get unpacked here.
Have you done your homework yet?"

   Even in the midst of all this, I couldn't resist the chance to take
advantage.  "Not yet, but if you're going to let me stay home from school
tomorrow, then I have the whole weekend to do it.  So can I just watch TV
instead?"

   He gave a little smile that said he knew what I was doing, then grinned
at me.  "Yeah, I guess so.  But change your clothes before you do anything
else, okay?"

   I nodded, and ran out of the room, heading to my bedroom to change my
clothes.  I put on some baggy shorts and a tee shirt, then went back down
to the living room, and turned on the television.  I was lying on my
stomach on the floor, watching old cartoon reruns when Uncle Steve came
back downstairs.

   "How about I order us a pizza for dinner tonight, Princess?" he asked.
"Sound good to you?"

   I looked back over my shoulder at him.  "Pepperoni?  With extra cheese?
And extra pepperoni?"

   "With anything your little heart desires, my Lady," he replied.

   I giggled.  Uncle Steve always made me feel so special to him.  "Okay.
Pizza sounds really yummy."

   We spent the rest of the evening quietly, watching television, taking a
break to eat when the pizza arrived, then returning to the living room.  I
was feeling sleepy, but knew that I had to stay awake until Mom got home so
we could all talk.  I was just enjoying the company of my Uncle, and being
allowed to stay up so late.  It was almost midnight when Mom came home, and
she was surprised to see me still up.

   "Hey!  What are you doing still up?  You have school tomorrow, young
lady," she scolded me, giving Uncle Steve a questioning look.

   Uncle Steve broke in before I could answer.  "It's my fault, Heather.  I
let her stay up.  And I told her she could stay home from school tomorrow."


   "Is she sick?" She rushed to me, putting her hand on my forehead.  "Are
you sick, Honey?"

   Again, Uncle Steve spoke first.  "She's fine, Heather.  We need to talk
for a minute, though.  Conference?"

   Mom gave him a funny look, then nodded.  As they headed to the kitchen,
Uncle Steve looked at me and said, "Stay right there, okay, Punkin? 
Promise?"

   I nodded, that fearful feeling starting to gnaw at my belly again. 
Uncle Steve smiled at me, and nodded, then followed Mom into the kitchen.

   I could hear Mom and Uncle Steve Murmuring in the kitchen, talking.  As
curious as I was about the discussion, I kept my promise, and didn't get up
to go eavesdrop on them.  Uncle Steve had promised me that he'd tell me
what was going on, and I trusted him to keep his promise.  So I sat,
nervously waiting for them to come back to the living room to talk to me.

   Finally, after what seemed like hours, but was probably just a few
minutes, Uncle Steve and Mom came back to the living room.  They sat down,
Uncle Steve sitting across from me in a chair, Mom next to me on the couch.
Neither of them said anything for a minute, then Mom began to talk to me.

   "Amy, you understand that your Daddy isn't here because he died, right?
You know that he didn't leave because he wanted to, but because he was
killed?"

   I just nodded.

   "Honey, this is so hard for me to tell you.  The best way is just to
tell you right out, because you deserve to be told the truth.  I'm very,
very sick, Honey.  I have cancer, and there's nothing that the doctors can
do for me." She took a very deep breath, then continued.  "I'm going to
die, Amy.  The cancer that I have is going to kill me, and there's nothing
that can be done to stop it."

   I wasn't looking at her.  I could only stare at the floor as the tears
slid down my cheeks.  I could hear that Mom was crying, too, as she went
on.

   "You know that if there was anything that I could do, I'd do it.  That
if there was a way that I didn't have to go away from you, I'd do whatever
it might take.  But there's nothing I can do, Honey.  Nothing."

   It's hard to describe, really, what I felt in that moment.  I was
terrified more than anything.  First my Dad had died, and now Mom was going
to die, too.  And I was going to be all alone.  Who was going to be there
for me?  Who would take care of me?  And how could I ever go on without my
Mom there with me?

   "Sweetie," Mom continued, "I know how hard this is for you.  But, we
have a chance to spend time together before I die.  We can say all the
things that we need to say to each other.  And I need you to know some
things.  I believe that when a person dies, only their body dies.  I
believe that after I'm gone, I'll still be able to watch over you from
where ever it is that I may go.  I'll always be with you, no matter what,
just like I believe that Daddy is somewhere right now, watching over both
of us."

   I felt her arm come around me, and she pulled me tightly to her side,
holding me close.

   "You know how much I love you, Baby.  And one of the blessings that we
have with this is that we have time to prepare for it.  Your Uncle Steve
has promised me that he'll take care of you after I'm gone.  He's going to
start moving in here soon, and he's going to sell his house.  Both of you
will live here, so that you don't have to leave your home."

   I looked up at Uncle Steve, and vaguely saw him nod to me through the
blur of my tears.

   "Amy," he said, "I promise you, you'll never be alone, okay?  I'm always
going to be here for you.  You have my word.  I know this is going to be
really hard for you.  It's going to be hard for both of us.  But we can do
it together, Punkin.  We can take care of each other."

   I just nodded, but I felt a flood of relief knowing that I wasn't going
to be alone.  Mom continued to hold me for a while, and then she kissed the
top of my head.

   "I love you so very much, Baby.  Come on, why don't you and I go up to
bed.  You can sleep with me tonight if you want to."

   The next few days were just a blur to me, really.  Honestly, the next
six months were a blur.  My Mom got sicker and sicker, and during the last
weeks of her life, she was in the hospital, unable to get out of bed.  My
Uncle Steve was always there with me and Mom, and he was with me, in her
room, when she finally lost the battle and died.  I cried for days and
days, and for some weeks, I was very withdrawn from everyone.

   Through everything, though, Uncle Steve was there.  Mom had made
provisions in her will so that Uncle Steve adopting me legally was really
just a formality.  In the back of my mind, though, I was always afraid.

   My Daddy had died and left me, then my Mom had died, too.  I was
terrified that something might happen to Uncle Steve, and then where would
I be?

   But we carried on, and slowly, Uncle Steve helped me to be less afraid.
   My love for him just grew and grew...