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Unconditional Love
by FIN (address withheld)

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The realization of unconditional love between two 
people separated by a generation. (Mf, ped, 1st, rom)

***

This is a story about unconditional love. I have a 
babysitter that is a single mother. I am a single 
father and no, this isn't about the babysitter. This 
particular babysitter has been very decent to me and my 
kids. We have grown close and consider each other 
friends and our children are friends. I have 2 kids and 
she has 1. It is often that we care for each other's 
kids in times of need.

The babysitter has a daughter. Without giving the age 
or other significant details, I will just say that this 
young girl is in the midst of puberty. She is about 5 
feet tall, very thin, long dark hair that rests around 
the top of her perfectly formed ass. Slightly dark 
skinned, like she has a fading tan. Bright lively eyes 
that melt your heart and small developing lumps of 
breasts.

After years of watching her grow up and caring for her 
and her mother, I have grown attached to this young 
Lolita. I didn't know it until one particular event. 
Erica was dropped off at my house because of a family 
emergency. Her mother had to leave town to take care of 
a sick relative for a few weeks and while my kids were 
with their grandparents, I was stuck with Erica. Not 
that I minded all that much, she was an independent 
girl who wasn't much trouble. 

A couple of days into her stay, she asked if a friend 
of hers could come and stay the night and hang out. I 
had work that I had to finish and she is a responsible 
kid, so I didn't think much of it. Her friend Melissa 
showed up and they were set up in the family room, 
watching movies and doing what girls do, as I retreated 
to my office to work on a project I had due at work.

I didn't notice the time fly by, but before I knew it, 
it was 2 in the morning and I had to get some sleep so 
I could think straight. I tiptoed out of my office and 
through the family room. I came to stop and look at 
Erica, sleeping soundly on the couch. Her angelic face 
highlighted by the moonlight shining through the 
window. As I pulled the blanket up to cover her up, she 
moved slightly and her tank-top pajama tops opened a 
view of her tiny tit. Immediately my cock raged to 
life. I quickly covered her and made for the upstairs 
bathroom. 

What was going on with me? I got hard at the sight of a 
significantly underage girls developing tit. Strange 
thoughts and feelings kept turning over and over in my 
head. As my cold shower ended and I dressed for bed it 
hit me. I had fallen in love with this young girl. It 
wasn't the tit that made me hard it was seeing her 
laying and sleeping peacefully. But, me, a grown adult, 
I'm not supposed to think that way about a girl. A girl 
I had known since she was 5. But it was true. I loved 
her and there was nothing I could do about it.

The next morning, I tried not to act any differently. I 
fixed the girls some breakfast and excused myself to my 
office again to get back to work. The girls were in the 
family room cleaning up when I over heard Melissa say 
to Erica, "Mr. Jones was lookin' at you funny this 
morning."

Erica responded, "He did? I didn't notice." 

"Yeah, Erica, he was looking at you really weird-like."

"Weird-like? Like what?" Erica asked.

"I don't know, just kinda weird. Kinda in a dreamy but 
freaky kinda look. Just be careful, it was just weird."

"Oh, Mr. Jones is a great guy. He wouldn't do nuthin' 
bad or anything. He's kinda like a father to me, but 
different. I dunno, he's sweet and cares about me and 
my ma, ya know?"

"Yeah, but the way he was lookin' at ya was strange, 
not like he usually looks at ya, it was different."

"Was it a 'I wanna fuck ya' look?" Erica giggled.

Melissa responded, "Ya know, it wasn't. It was more 
dreamy-like, not lust-like. I dunno, maybe I'm wrong." 
And Melissa threw a pillow at Erica. They returned to 
cleaning up and headed out to the mall.

Erica returned later that afternoon, and fixed lunch 
for me since I had been too busy working to eat. While 
I was eating, I caught Erica staring at me from across 
the table. I asked her if there was anything wrong and 
she said "No", but I didn't believe her.

I put my sandwich down, looked at her and said, "We 
have known each other for years, I think I can tell 
when there is something bothering you. You can always 
talk to me about anything, you know that right?"

She looked at the floor and said, "Yes, I know…it's 
just that…Melissa said you were looking at me weird 
this morning." 

I got up and said, "Let's go sit on the couch and 
talk." She followed me and sat next to me. She looked 
at me and I saw the concern in her stunning eyes. I 
took her hand in mine and said, "I am going to be 
totally honest with you, and you have to be honest with 
yourself and me."

She agreed and I started. "I have known your mother for 
a long time and I have watched you grow up right before 
my eyes. You are a smart, responsible, caring and 
beautiful girl. I have had the feeling that you wished 
your mother and I to marry? Have you wished that 
before?"

She had turned bright red at the compliments and said, 
"Yes, I had wished that before, but I don't anymore."

I was caught by surprise at this statement. It took me 
a few moments to determine my next question. "It is no 
longer your wish that I marry your mother?" 

She again said, "I wanted that when I was younger, but 
not now."

I looked into her eyes, trying to read her mind, but 
had no luck. Her eyes did not give any answers to me. 
"I love your mother, but not as I would love a wife. 
She is a dear friend of mine, but I don't have those 
types of feelings for her." I paused then, continued, 
"You know I love you, don't you?" 

Erica took a long blink and lowered her head and 
answered, "I think I do, Yes, I am sure I know you love 
me….and I love you." 

My heart started racing and Erica continued, "I love 
you very much, more than I think you can believe." At 
this point she was looking at her feet, I think afraid 
to look me in the eyes. 

I took a deep breathe, about to lay all my cards on the 
table. "I watched you sleep last night and while you 
were laying there peacefully dreaming, I realized that 
I love you. Not as I would love a friend or a daughter. 
I love you as I would a wife."

My heart was now racing faster than it has ever raced 
before. She looked up with a smile and said, "I love 
you as I would a husband….I think." 

We hugged and I was forced to separate us. I looked at 
her with sadness in my eyes. "You know that I would 
never hurt you. And I DO love you, but this is not 
something we can do."

Her smile faded and she said, "Yes, I know."

She got up and walked away, letting my hand fall back 
to my lap.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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