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MY DAUGHTER AMY PART 1@END_FILE_ID.DIZ

    I'm 29, now a young widow. My wonderful wife died six months ago,
a truly early victim of breast cancer. Left me to raise our 9 year old
daughter Amy alone. Being a doctor the finances aren't a concern, but
It sure scare
s me. We both took it pretty hard, but we're slowly adapting. Amy's
been great. At first I almost let her take over the house but then
realized that wasn't fair. Now we share the chores, although she had to
teach me how t
o do the laundry like her mom had taught her. Sometimes she gets up
before me and has breakfast ready, sometimes I do. We share cooking
supper, making salads to together, barbecuing when we feel like it. We
shop, clean, a
nd do the yard together too. We love playing video games although she
beats the heck out of me most of the time. There's lots of things we do
together.
    I don't know what I'd do without her! She always has a smile for
me when I pick her up at school, always a kiss good-night. She even
senses when I've had a particularly rough day, gets me a stiff drink as
soon as we get
home. I help her with her homework when she needs it, which isn't very
often. She's a straight 'A' student, excels in everything.
    I insist she stay in most of her extracurricular activities.
She's a whiz at basketball and getting really good at gymnastics too.
She looks cute in her leotard, such a long lanky almost skinny little
girl. Jet black hai
r like mine, dark brown Garbo eyes, full pink lips, dimples naturally.
She's still a little girl, though. Straight up and down, except for her
cute buttock curve. Legs that are very thin but not so skinny as to
make her b
ony. A truly beautiful, exceptional, intelligent child. I'm blessed
that she's mine. And the older she gets the more she resembles my
wonderful wife.

    When Amy is 10 1/2 she comes into the living room where I'm
watching the late news. I look at her. She looks frightened. "What's
wrong sweetie?" I ask
    "Daddy... There's... there's something... wro... wrong with me!"
she says, tears forming in her eyes. I take her on my lap. "Hey, what's
got you so upset?"
    "There's... there's a... a... lump," she whimpers.
    "Where?"
    "Right... right here," she answers, pointing to her chest. She
lifts her T-shirt, "See?"
    Well, well, well. She's right. A small little bump under her left
nipple. I reach up to be certain, feel a small marble sized mass,
somewhat firm. I hadn't seen my daughters until now flat chest bare for
quite awhile. I'
m amazed at her nipples. Large, round, dark red. At least the size of a
 quarter, actually out of proportion to her slender build. Both puffy
little mounds raised above her otherwise flat chest, a little lump
under one. S
he's taking after her mother who had the world's greatest nipples!
    "Ow! It's sore too!" she moans, crying.
    I hug her too me, pat her on the shoulder. "Amy, honey, there's
nothing to worry about. You're just growing up. That 'lump' you feel is
your breast starting to grow. That's all."
    "But... but... there's only one and it's sore!" she whimpers
again.
    "I know sweetie. That's the way most girl's breasts start out.
One side often starts first, but don't worry, the other side will catch
up. And remember when you were younger and your legs would hurt because
you were grow
ing up? Well, that's why it feels sore now. Your breast is growing and
it's normal for it to sore at first." I feel her start to relax against
me. "You were worried about cancer, huh? Like your mom had?"
    "Yeah."
    "Don't be sweetie. That's definitely not cancer, just your breast
developing normally."
    "Ohhhhhhhhh..." she moans in relief.
    "Here, feel it yourself." I guide her fingertips up, she gently
feels her new breast.
    "It's hard," she tells me. "For now. When you grow more it won't
feel the same."     She runs her fingers over her other nipple. "You
sure there'll be one here too?"
    I laugh a little. "Yes, I'm sure!"
    Relieved, she lowers her shirt as I wipe away her tears and kiss
her, then hug her to me again before she runs off to bed. That night I
can't get her nipples off my mind. I think of her mother with her firm
breasts and g
orgeous nipples and hope Amy emulates her. The remembrance has me hard.
I jack off, something I haven't done in quite a while.

    Six months later Amy says she wants to talk to me about
something. "Daddy, how come you don't date very much?"
    "Haven't really met anyone special, Amy. It's hard to replace
your mom."
    "Yeah. But don't you feel lonely?"
    "Well... sometimes. But then you're always around and you make
life great!"
    "Awww,  daddy!" she blushes. "But don't you miss having someone
big to talk to and do other things with?"
    "I talk to lots of adults at work everyday. That's no problem.
And you and I talk a lot, you know. About just about anything."
    "Yeah. But what about... other things?"
    "Other things?"
    "You know..."
    "Uh, I'm afraid I don't."
    "Oh daddy! Uhhh... you know... like sex."
    "Like WHAT?"
    "Sex!"
    "What do YOU know about sex?" I ask, astounded.
    "Daddy! They teach us everything in school! Don't you miss it?
Mom's been gone 2 years and you haven't had a girlfriend."
    How do I talk to my 11 year old daughter about sex?!? "Well,
sometimes. I did a lot at first, but now it's just not so important."
    "Why?"
    "Well... you just get used to not having it. It's no big deal."
    "Oh."
    "Why are you asking me about that?"
    "I thought... well... maybe I could do something for you, to make
you feel good."
    "Wha... what?" I stammer.  WHAT do I say NOW?!? "Sweetie,
that's... that's a nice... gesture, but I don't think so."
    "Why not?"
    "Uh... well... because I'm your father. Fathers and daughters
just don't do things like that together."
    "Why not? I love you and you love me. And you loved mom. And they
tell us in school how important sex is to a couple. So I just thought
it would be important to you, and I could help you since you don't have
a girlfriend
."
    "Honey, that's a kind thing of you to think of. But first of all
it's against the law. I could lose my license and go to jail, and you'd
wind up in some foster home. Second, the love I feel for you is
different than what
 I felt for your mom. I love you as my daughter, not my girlfriend."
    "I don't see the difference. Love is love and I love you, daddy!"
    "It's hard to understand, Amy. But it is different. I just don't
have any sexual feeling for you."
    "'Cause I'm a kid, right?" she asks, disappointed.
    "Well, that's part of it. But you're my daughter. That's how I
see you and that's how I love you."
    "Oh. Just though I'd ask. You're not mad at me are you?"
    "Of COURSE not! You're the sweetest, best thing in my life. And
what you offered is really a kind thing to do. Don't get the idea you
offer your body to someone just because you think he needs you, though.
Sex is wonderf
ul, the best, but better than ever when you love someone."
    "I know. They teach us that too. I'm sorry, daddy. I guess I
embarrassed you."
    "Yeah, a little. It's OK though. I couldn't ask for a more
considerate and thoughtful daughter." At that she smiles her beautiful
smile, dimples blossoming. I hug her tight, hoping I got my point
across, then tuck her in
 bed and kiss her good-night.

    Three days after this interlude I'm taking a long, hot shower.
Hard day at the office, so I'm luxuriating in the warm water, just
standing there in my large walk-in. I don't notice anything until I
feel something on my b
ack. I turn suddenly. It's Amy, naked, in the shower with me, scrubbing
my back!
    "AMY! WHAT are you doing here?"
    "Washing your back! Momma and you showered together a lot so I
thought we could to. You can't wash your back very well alone!" I have
to admit it sure feels good, the hot soapy wash cloth massaging my
back.
    "Well, OK this once," I tell her, "but then we're done and I
don't want you in here again."
    Amy turns out to be a great back scrubber. Deep hard strokes
releasing the day's tension. Have to admit I like it, just this once.
Then the wash cloth moves down to my buttocks. Nice there, too. But as
her hand with the
cloth around it moves down my buttock cleft, all the way down, she
brushes against my sack. My ass and leg muscles tense at this brief
touch.
    "OK, that's enough," I tell her.
    "No, daddy, you have to wash my back now!" she says as she turns
around, handing the cloth over her shoulder.
    "All right. THEN we're done." I take the was cloth, lather it up
some more. As I wash her back my eyes wonder slowly down. Such a
slender child, with an equally slender soft back. My eyes fall to her
ass. God! SO cute! H
er athletic hard butt protrudes into the most graceful curve down to
her thighs, little hollows in each cheek from her well developed
muscles. Without thinking my hand and the cloth flow down and over her
cheeks, so round
ed and firm, but pliable. Catching myself, I stop. This can't go on.
    Amy turns around, rinsing her back under the shower. She lowers
her head to rinse her neck. "DADDY!" she exclaims, looking back up at
me. "Your penis is HARD! And gee, you sure are hairy down there!"
    Lord, I hadn't even noticed, but my cock is stiff, pointing
straight at my daughter. Embarrassed, I turn around quickly. "Uh,
yeah...." I stutter.
    "That means you're excited, right?"
    "No... not necessarily. Probably just the warm water. Let's dry
off and go to bed."
    Before I can move Amy moves close behind me, her soapy hand
wrapping around my hard rod, squeezing and releasing it gently. "AMY!"
I exclaim, "Don't do..." Before I can finish the sentence her little
hand is stroking me,
 slowly, back and forth, from the base of my shaft  to and over my cock
head and back, slippery with soap.
    As her soft hand flows over my sensitive prick I groan "Amy...
don't... you shouldn't... be... this isn't... right... stop...
unhhhh.... oh God!... no... no..."
    Her other arm wraps around my waist, her hand sliding across my
stomach. "Does it feel good, daddy?" she asks. I have to grab the walls
as my knees wobble.
    "Yes... but... we shouldn't... you can't..."
    "Am I doing it right, daddy?"
    "OH GOD YES!" I mutter as my little girl slowly jacks me off,
peeking around the side of my body to watch what she's doing. "But
you... you... shouldn't... Unhhhhhh!... don't.... we... oh God!...
Amy... Amy..." I feel my
 climax building in my balls, the sensation filling my cock, running
through my body as her hand glides up and down my stiffening prick.
"Amy... don't... unhhhh... please.... you shouldn't.... oh GOD!...
YESSSS!... that f
eels SOOOOO GOOD!... don't... don't stop!... Mmmmmmm.... Oh SWEETIE!...
YES!.... UNHHHHHH.... I.... I'm.... going to.... cum!" I yell as my
body takes over completely, my cock pulsing and throbbing. "GOD!" I
scream as my
first load of cum splatters off the shower wall. With each spasm my
hips jerk, my body tenses, my cum spurts forth, again and again and
again, grunting loudly with each convulsion of intense pleasure. Spent,
I lean into t
he wall, panting hard.
    Realizing I seem to be done, Amy's still soapy hand moves between
my legs, cupping my balls, cautiously squeezing. "Was that all right
daddy? Did I do it OK?"
    "OH sweetie...." is all I can manage.
    "Wow! Look at all that sperm! I never thought there'd be THAT
much!" she blurts out. Both arms go around my waist as she hugs me
hard. "I love you daddy," she whispers.
    I turn, collapse onto the built-in shower seat in the corner. I
keep my eyes off my little daughter. Amy settles herself on my thighs,
arms around my neck. "Was that really OK, daddy?"
    "That was wonderful, Amy. But you shouldn't have done it. We
talked about this before."
    "I know, but I wanted to do something for you after all you've
done for me. And I love you, daddy."
    "I know sugar, and I love you. How'd you know how to do that?"
    "Not every girl in my school is a virgin, daddy! Some of the
older girls told us how. Was it REALLY OK daddy?"
    "More OK than I can tell you. But we WON'T do that again.
Understand?"
    "Yes, daddy. Now stand up and I'll finish washing you." As I
stand she lathers up the was cloth again, washes my chest, stomach,
down each leg. She washes my soft cock, my balls, between my legs. I
watch her concentrate
as she cleans me, being very careful not to hurt me and closely
examining my manhood at the same time. I step under the water to rinse.
"Now you have to wash me too, daddy," she says, handing me the cloth. I
kneel down in
 front of her.
    "See daddy? I do have two breasts now!" she says proudly,
thrusting them out. My little girl does indeed have two tiny mounds,
perfectly formed, pointed. To my amazement again I note that her
nipples have grown even larg
er. Under the warm water their erect centers jut out prominently. I
wash her girl breasts softly, longer than I really have to, feeling her
soft firmness through the cloth. I continue to stare at them as I wash
her stomac
h. I look down to wash her legs and for the first time since she was in
diapers I see her cunny, hairless, smooth, water running between her
lips. I stare at her sex as I wash her slender bare thighs. My hand
moves up as
Amy spreads her legs for me to wash her pussy. Her cunt lips part a
bit, her inner, smaller lips and clit hood visible. I very gently wash
her pussy, lightly cleaning between her beautiful lips. "Mmmmmm, that's
nice daddy
," she murmurs, pulling me back from my trance. I stand quickly, move
her under the water to rinse off the soap.
    As we get out of the shower and dry off I keep my eyes averted. I
don't want other thoughts creeping into my brain.

    Weeks later, after Amy has gotten her first perfect 10 in a
gymnastics competition, we head home to celebrate, prepare a party for
her friends to come over later. I collapse in the chair when the
preparations are finishe
d. "Better go change out of your leotard, kid," I tell her. Amy runs
over, jumps into my lap, knees bent, her legs straddling mine, up real
close. Bouncing a bit she shouts "I WON! I WON!"
    I hug her to me. "You sure did honey. That was the best routine
I've ever seen. Just Great!"
    "Oh, daddy! I'm so happy! I didn't think I could ever do it that
good!" she tells me, hugging, bouncing.
    "Yeah, but I KNEW you could!"
    Amy pulls back, looks me right in the eye, a big smile on her
face. "DADDY!... Your penis is getting hard again," she says as I
suddenly become aware that my growing cock is pressing right between
her legs. "Uhhhhh.... y
eah," I stammer as I push her back. I glance down to see the hard bulge
in my pants, Amy's bare thighs, her leotard pulled tight to her crotch.
    "Daaaaaaady. Just like it did in the shower. You're excited
again, huh?"
    "Uh, well, this whole day is exciting honey. Guess my body's just
trying to show it!" I laugh.
    "I think you're excited by me, daddy. Do you think I'm pretty?"
    I look right into her smiling eyes. "Yes, Amy, I think you are
gorgeous. But that's NOT why this happened."
    "Yeah, RIGHT!" she squeals as she runs to her room to change,
before I can explain further.


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