From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: My Daughter Amy (Mf,pedo,incest)   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
   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 scares   
   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 to 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, and 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   
   hair   
   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   
   bony. 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.   
   She'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   
   growing 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   
   gorgeous 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   
      
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