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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.