This work is copyrighted to the author (c) 1999. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post "freely" to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration Ami's Story by Lot (no address provided) *** Ami and her dad live on the outer edges of North Los Angeles, just a five minute drive from Will Rogers State Beach. It’s very different from their home town of Southend-on-Sea in the UK. Ami’s mom, Annie, worked as a producer for a British TV company and was head hunted by a major LA based TV corp. Following an accident at the studios that killed her mom – and the subsequent settlement; Ami, and her dad, Seb (short for Sebastian), are well provided for. Ami, who is 9 years old, is the apple of her dad’s eye, but Seb is approaching his 30th birthday and two years without intimate sexual contact is taking its toll. (Mg, ped, inc) *** This is the first part of what is currently a four part story (in my mind at least) involving both male and female adult relationships with minors. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. You must be 18 or over to read this story. In real life, incestuous relationships, particularly when an under-aged person is involved with a parent or adult, often causes deep psychological damage. This story is provided for entertainment purposes only. The author does not condone any sexual activity with persons under 18 in real life. Part 1: Ami’s Awakening. Ami and her dad live on the outer edges of North Los Angeles, just a five minute drive from Will Rogers State Beach. It’s very different from their home town of Southend-on-Sea in the UK. Ami’s mom, Annie, worked as a producer for a British TV company and was head hunted by a major LA based TV corp. Following an accident at the studios that killed her mom – and the subsequent settlement; Ami, and her dad, Seb (short for Sebastian), are well provided for. Ami, who is 9 years old, is the apple of her dad’s eye, but Seb is approaching his 30th birthday and two years without intimate sexual contact is taking its toll. It was a hot July afternoon and Seb was taking up the sofa in the den watching TV with Ami lounging over her usual easy chair. The two of them had been to the beach for the day and were what Ami called ‘chillaxing’ in the cool respite the den offered. Seb and Ami were as close as a father and daughter could be; they had no secrets and no inhibitions about being around each other in various degrees of undress. Ami’s mom, Annie (Ami was named after her by dropping the ‘e’ and bringing the two ’n’s together to make an ‘m’), died just over two years earlier. Since then, slowly, respectfully, but surely, Seb had a number of interested parties show their hand when it came to a relationship with a handsome Brit who had a gorgeous, well mannered young daughter. Seb, for his part, was always the very model of a gentleman and, though more than interested; made it clear his number one priority in life was Ami. Seb, dressed only in his sweat pants, was half aware of the TV and half mulling over their life as it was now. Yeah, they had a great home in a beautiful part of LA, had some lovely friends and more than enough money to see them through. However, Seb would give up every last cent and move back to their two bed roomed apartment in a not so all-year-round seaside town in Essex, just to have Annie back. He looked over at Ami, who was just wearing her side- tied bikini bottoms from today’s trip to the beach, and who now seemed engrossed in what was on the TV. He’d done pretty well so far. Ami is a popular girl with lots of decent friends and works hard at school. She is about 4’7” tall and weighs a respectable 70lb, she has always been active and has very little fat on her, despite this, she isn’t your scrawny kid either, swimming every day and being heavily into gymnastics means she has a beautifully athletic physique. Her body responds well to the west coast sun and she has a lovely olive all-over tan. I say all-over as our house is at the end of a rather exclusive lot and so we have total privacy with no one overlooking; as such, neither she nor I have ever thought twice about swimming or sunbathing nude – it wasn’t a choice we made, it just happens to be that way. As I was taking her in thinking how beautiful she was becoming, I was aware that her right hand was playing nonchalantly with her nipple. Now, I’m not blind and I had noticed that over the past six months she had started to go through the onset of puberty, but it was always a matter-of-fact thing, it had never turned me. But now, as I watched her absentmindedly stroke her little fingers gently in circles around the elongated budding nipple which was about the size of a raspberry sat on an only just definable raised section of her chest, I was aware of a stirring in my loins. It was at this point she started to pinch at her nipple, slowly stretching it out to its limit and then letting go. She then, still engrossed in watching the TV, moved her hand to her other nipple and proceeded to repeat her gentle fondling, it was clear to see that both nipples had responded well to their attention and had now grown and become hard each boasting a tiny berry at their peak. ‘You ok, dad?’ It was Ami. ‘Erh?’ Was all I was able to muster. ‘Are-you-okay?’ she emphasized, ‘It looks like you wandered off into ‘Sebby-Land’ for a moment there.’ ‘Oh, yeah, sure honey, I’m fine.’ I said, now looking at her rather than just her titties. I stood up and asked her if she wanted a drink form the fridge. At this point, looking down at her draped across the lounger, I became aware of two things, firstly, she was still absentmindedly playing with her nipples as we spoke, and secondly, I had a massive hard-on which Ami was now staring at. I quickly turned away and said ‘I’ll grab you a Coke.’ and left the room as quick as possible. When normal services were resumed, I popped in and gave her the Coke saying I was going to shower before dinner. I suggested she did the same and she dutifully turned off the TV and headed for her room. As it was just cooling down from the uncharacteristic high of 28 degrees that day we had both simply slipped on a pair of pants as we sat down to dinner, a simple affair of grilled chicken with a Caesar salad. Our conversation was normal, I kept sneaking a look at her tits, we discussed our plans for tomorrow, I kept glancing at her tits, we would start with the usual ritual 5.30am rise and shine ready for swim club at 6am. I was still glancing at her tits. Ami giggled and started to clear away the stuff off the table. After we had cleared everything away we headed back down to the den for a little early evening TV before bed. We both took up our normal seating positions and watched a repeat of Friends ‘The One With Rachel’s Big Kiss’. As I glance over at Ami I notice she has resumed once again her playful meanderings with her nipples. I basked in the innocence of it all and wandered how many fathers were lucky enough to have a daughter who felt 100% at ease in the company of their dad. Ami wasn’t thinking about playing with her nipples in front of her dad, she was just doing it. ‘I love you, pickle.’ I said ‘Eh? Oh, I love you too, dad.’ And she beamed a broad loving smile at me. As I went back to watching the TV she got up from her seat, came across to me, sat on my lap and snuggled in to my chest. She was half reclining against my chest and the arm of the sofa so I put my left around her to support her and was gently stroking her left arm. My right hand just seemed to naturally sit on her flat athletic belly. It was now my turn to absentmindedly start stroking her. We changed channel to put on ‘Take That Live at the O2’ a favorite of her mom’s so a must watch for Ami. I was proud of how I had kept my body, a good diet, essential for Ami’s sports, and a multi-gym in the garage had kept me lean. As I ran first my fingers then the palm of my hand across Ami’s stomach I was aware of her perfectly forming abs, not gross like some female bodybuilder but just enough to show a fit and healthy body. Ami stretched out her legs along the sofa and rested her head on the top of my chest - within minutes she was breathing soundly as she dozed off to sleep. I turned the TV down low so as not to wake her and just looked at my pride and joy. Nine (and three quarter, as she would add) years of joy. My eyes met the nipples that had grabbed my attention so forcefully earlier in the day, I was pleased she was developing at this age as I knew being a late developer could cause some ridicule. I wasn’t worried about her being ‘Little-Miss-Big-Tits’ either as her mom, who she seemed to take after so much, had just a little more than an open handful which was just the way I liked them. As I looked at those enlarged raspberries my hand seemed to gradually and automatically move its way up her stomach. I slowly and delicately started to drape my fingers around her budding charms. Moving around one and then the other I was smitten with how beautiful they were. Ami moaned a little and moved slightly resting her head on the arm of the sofa now exposing her whole body to me. Confident she was still asleep, I continued where I had left off, having circled her nipples I then wanted, needed, to know how they felt in my hand, I ran my fingers across her right nipple, feeling the tiny bumps of her areola stiffen to my touch. With my fingers and thumb I gently played with it and then, as she herself had done, tugged it gently until it sprang away from between my fingers. Ami’s breathing had now changed and had started to become heavier and more erratic. Still seemingly asleep, she gave off slight moans as I continued my caresses, she brought both her knees up and then each one flopped to its own side. Lying before me was my beautiful nine year old daughter, her juvenile nipples sat firmly erect on her chest just above her perfectly formed torso now leading to a heavenly sight. Her left knee was fully flat out to the left and her right had flopped the other way. As I took in the two beautifully formed athletic legs now fully open to my gaze, my eyes fixed firmly to the point where the two met. Covered by a simple pair of white panties with little pink ribbon edges around the waist and legs finished off with a tiny pink bow on the front, I could clearly make out the shape of her precious mound. What’s more, I could clearly see a damp patch in the center. I was stroking her beautiful chestnut hair with my left hand whilst still gently playing with her nipples with my right. Her butt cheeks were repeatedly clenching, possibly responding to the force of my erection pushing ever harder beneath her. The gentle moans still coming from her encouraged my next move, now using my left hand to continue my caressing of her breasts my right hand now started to gently stroke up and down her inner thighs. Each time I passed the central spot I ever so slightly eased the pressure from my hand allowing for just the bare minimum of contact. If Ami was still asleep she must have been having an awesome dream as she was now raising her groin each time to touch more of my hand – the downward thrusts and squirms in between rewarding my hardened cock with stimulation of its own. Eventually I lay the full palm of my hand across the underneath of her butt. Gently squeezing her firm ass, I slowly and deliberately drew my hand between her legs across her vulva pressing the heel of my palm firmly down over her panties, slightly dragging the material upwards causing the material across her behind to stretch tightly in my wake. My fingers now equally giving pressure as my palm moves over her pubic mound my fingers were pushing the now sodden cloth deep between her pussy lips and eventually finding the nib that was her clit. Pausing for just a moment to pay attention to this delightful button, her hand suddenly lept on to mine. ‘No.’ she said firmly, ‘Stop.’ Our eyes locked together, I could read nothing from them. She slowly took hold of my hand and moved it away from her pants. ‘Oh, shit!’ I thought. ‘How could I have allowed myself to get carried away?’ ‘Oh God, Ami.’ I said. ‘Shush,’ she interrupted. ‘Don’t say a word.’ My world came mentally crashing down around me. She let go of my hand, and then with a move as stealth as the gymnast she was, she hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her pants, raised her ass up and whipped her panties clean off and on to the floor. Without a word she resumed her previous position, took hold of my hand, lay it back where it was, closed her eyes and lay back down again. In all the commotion my cock and balls had worked free of my shorts pushing the loose leg material out of the way. As my cock sprang up, Ami sat back down and worked the underside of my cock until it was gripped by her tight little ass cheeks, so now it was being wanked every time she moved up and down. The invitation was clear. I resumed my delicate caresses of her nipples and with the tips of my fingers on my right hand started to gently stroke and probe the outer and inner lips of this delicate preteen pussy. I had no idea a nine year old could cum but she was really wet from all the excitement. I ran my fingers through the silky moist discharge she was producing and couldn’t help but raise my fingers to my mouth. Sucking this stolen honey from my fingers I looked at her face, her eyes half open, her hair matted with sweat, an open smile on her mouth allowing the slight pants and moans to escape. She mouthed, ‘I love you, daddy.’ ‘I love you too, honey... Is... is this ok ?’ I asked. She just smiled, nodded, closed her eyes and lay her head back down, at the same time as raising her pussy up to meet my hand once again. I took in the whole of this beauty before me and with my thumb started to gently circle her now erect clit, the tell-tale signs of her erratic breathing letting me know she was enjoying this as much as I. As my thumb played with her clit, my fingers started to move around the rest of her vulva. Moving momentarily down to her ass I smeared some of her pussy juice around her rosebud and applied gentle pressure to it. This made her squirm and wince a little, so I decided this could wait, and went back to the main attraction. My fingers played with her tiny labia, pinching them slightly and tugging them gently as she herself had done with her own nipples. My middle finger then slowly found its way to her tiny hole. Gently moving up and down, slowly stroking across her virginal crevice as the very tip of my finger slipped in to the first knuckle. This was met with a gasp of first ‘Ah!’ then ‘Ooh!’ and finally ‘Oh, yes!’ I took this as my cue to continue, moving my finger in a slight swirling motion applying pressure to the very walls inside her cunt pressing deeper into this sopping pot of nectar, each swipe of my fingers causing my beloved daughter to now whimper with delighter. When I was at the second knuckle I considered for a moment her hymen but then remembered the embarrassment she suffered almost 12 months ago when performing a particularly strenuous routine in a gymnastics competition; blood started to appear on her leotard. Thankfully her Coach spotted it immediately and drew the routine to an end citing a twisted ankle for the abrupt end, quickly wrapping a gown around a very confused eight year old who was in great discomfort. My finger met no such barrier now and as I worked deeper I started to remove my finger and reinsert it over and over. Eventually with my thumb still playing with her clit and my finger buried deep inside her pussy I could feel the tip of her pre-adolescent cervix, running the tip of my finger in circles around it whilst still stretching the walls of her vagina with the rest of my gyrating digit. Ami was now in ecstasy, crying encouragement for me to continue, bucking her hips to meet my movements. She was almost there, I knew the one thing I wanted my darling daughter to experience before the night was out. My finger searched around my nine year old’s tiny vaginal cavity. I wasn’t sure I would find what I was looking for, though I could always find her mother’s. And then, I found it. As tiny as it was there was no mistaking this rough little patch on the inner front wall of the depths of her tiny pussy, almost directly inside where her clit was on the outside. Every muscle in her body suddenly tensed up her breathing stopped, just slight gasps of air were being sucked in, she looked directly at me and I smiled knowing I had found what I was looking for. ‘Oh my god!’ she mouthed. And I started. My thumb started to work frantically around her clit while inside her pussy my middle finger was whipping back and forth across her tiny g-spot. The two fingers playing simultaneously in unity across the two most sexually erotic sensitive areas she has. Her body rose up, her cries now screams of joy ‘Yes, Oh YES, OH MY GOD, YES, I LOVE YOU DADDY!’ I leant my head forward and took into my mouth the most beautifully erotic nipple I could ever have imagined, sucking on this tiny firm fruit dragging my tongue over it again and again between sucking this beauty into my mouth, and all the while frantically masturbating my nine year daughter to a massive orgasm. And it was massive, the whole of her sex was already dripping wet when suddenly her entire body stiffened as though rigor mortis had set in. Her legs, arms and body had a very slight quake to it, her breathing consisted of the very slightest rapid gasps in and out, her eyes wide, her mouth locked in position and every muscle clenched. Then, a gush of pussy juice drenched my hand, as she gave off a long quiet scream of ‘Aaarrggghhhhhhhh!!!’ It was all too much for me also and still feeling my hard aching cock pressing against her tight ass. I shot stream after stream of hot cum covering her ass and my cock. I slowed the actions of my fingers to a gently stroke slowly moving my finger in and out of her drenched pussy hole. She slowly turned her head to face me, I smiled at her and as her body just as suddenly flopped she planted her mouth firmly onto mine kissing me deeply and passionately, moving her tongue in and out and playing with mine. Even now I remember thinking; I’m going to have to ask her how she knows how to do so well. ‘Thank you, daddy...’ She whispered almost inaudibly, ‘thank you so much.’ Ami flopped into my arms, hugging me closely and within minutes was fast asleep. I carried her to her room and put her to bed her juices and my cum slowly drying on her pussy and ass. I think tomorrow may be one swimming session she’ll miss, I thought to myself. I stopped at the door, took another look at my beautiful nine year old daughter, turned out the lights ‘good night my beautiful one.’ I whispered, and closed her door. End of Part 1 My name is Lot, and I am doomed to repeat history. I hope you enjoy this work of my mind. In Part 2: Seb wakes up full of regret and worry. At swimming he is concerned about that Ami and her friend Hannah are discussing as they seem much more animated than usual. Ami’s Coach then wants a word with him.