Almost Like a Daughter

Kevin befriends his new neighbors, leading to him babysit little Amelia for many years. With her being so affectionate, nature eventually takes its course!

Part One

In the spring of 1980, I was a happy, 26-year-old bachelor, living alone in the house where my parents had once resided for 42 years before they moved together into a retirement community. One day in late April, a single mother with her four-year-old daughter moved into a house across the street. Trying to be a welcoming, friendly neighbor, I made a point of saying hello to them shortly after the moving van had left. I introduced myself as Kevin McAfferty. The mother told me her name was Jennifer Perkins. If I had to guess, I'd have figured her to be between two to five years older than I was. Jennifer said she and her daughter had previously lived in a larger city some 80 miles away.

For some reason, her little girl, Amelia, took an instant shine to me. She insisted on a hug—which I happily gave her. When I sat on a chair, she immediately climbed upon my lap and threw her arms around me to be hugged again. I obliged a second time. I was flattered by the unexpected attention from this cute preschooler with prominent dimples, long eyelashes, and brown hair that matched the hue of her eyes.

"You have a very affectionate daughter," I said, stating the obvious. I continued, "Little kids being this friendly with strangers is a rare thing these days. Sadly, most of them have been taught that every stranger is a potential bad guy who will harm them if given the slightest opportunity."

"Yeah, that's the way of the world nowadays," Jennifer ruefully agreed. "Society is never going to be like it was when our parents were children. We've lost that forever. That's sad to think about, really."

Amelia interrupted our conversation to say, "I really like Kevin, Mom. Maybe he can be my new daddy."

That comment brought an immediate silence to the Perkins’ living room. After a few moments of awkwardness, Jennifer said to me, "Amelia doesn't even remember her father. He left me when she was an infant. When the child support payments abruptly stopped, I found out it was because he had been killed in a single-vehicle accident. It was his fault; he was driving while he was impaired and slammed his car into a utility pole."

That was far more information than I really wanted to know considering I had merely stopped by the Perkins’ home to say hello to my new neighbors and to introduce myself. On the upside, I now knew that Jennifer was a widow and there was likely no significant male in the Perkins' household given that Amelia was so actively seeking a father figure. That could be important if I ever decided to woo Jennifer. That was a possibility, too, because she was a rather attractive female.

I decided to answer the little one’s inquiry. "Well, Amelia, if you constantly keep hugging me, I'll stick around indefinitely," I told her with a smile. “You're definitely a cutie!" This time I instigated the hug. Amelia hugged me back even harder.

I told Jennifer part of my life story. I explained that I was self-employed as an accountant who also did some private tutoring to augment my income. I also did a bit of creative writing on the side, penning short stories. A handful had been published, and I got a small amount of money from them, but I wrote mostly as a hobby. Therefore, more often than not, I could be found at home—a place that doubled as my office.

"This may sound very forward," Jennifer noted after a pause, "but I'm presently seeking someone to look after Amelia for those times when I can't be home with her." Jennifer explained that she was newly appointed as a manager at a local hotel—which was why she and Amelia had moved 80 miles. She also worked occasional shifts as a cashier at her friend's downtown clothing store whenever she could. "I'm always chasing the almighty buck!" she said. "Anyway, since Amelia seems to like you..." she stopped to laugh because her daughter was basically sprawled on top of me as I sat on a chair.

"Yeah, I think we can safely assume that!" I declared.

Jennifer continued with the obvious question, "Would you be interested in that job, Kevin?"

Up until five minutes before that question was asked, I would have said an emphatic no to being a long-term babysitter for a four-year-old. I was a bit of a lone wolf who cherished solitude. But Amelia was such an affectionate, lovable, little girl, that my heart seemed to melt. My objections completely vanished. I said, "Yeah, Amelia is a living doll, so that might interest me."

Part Two

Jennifer and I jointly worked out the details. Basically, I made myself available whenever she needed me to watch Amelia. I made a few adjustments to my home. The bedroom that my sister once occupied was converted to one for Amelia. I cleaned out some closet and drawer space so Amelia could store and have access to some extra clothes without having to cross the street for them. I also dug out some toys and other diversions (such as jigsaw puzzles) from a basement closet. Most of them hadn’t been touched for well over a decade. I found some long-forgotten children’s books, too. We’d occasionally occupy our time with these things, but mostly Amelia just liked watching TV, all the while sitting as close to me as possible.

“How did things go?” Jennifer eagerly asked me the first time I had officially babysat Amelia.

“By my unofficial statistics,” I said with a grin, “I received 62 hugs and 34 kisses. I may have lost track, though. Anyway, I think Amelia likes me.” Amelia was eager to show her mother the jigsaw puzzle we had worked on, one of my childhood board games we had played, and a few other things we had done to pass the time together.

“Wow! Sounds like you two were a busy pair today!” exclaimed Jennifer. “Amelia, what was your favorite thing you did today with Kevin?"

Amelia thought it was a ridiculous inquiry. “Hugging and kissing him, of course!” she stated without the slightest hesitation. Then she hugged and kissed me again.

“It must be my new after-shave lotion,” I joked. “It’s supposed to drive women wild. I guess that applies to four-year-old girls, too.”

Occasionally I had to make meals for Jennifer. I wasn’t much of a cook, so I often relied on frozen entrees from the supermarket, or restaurant takeout items. The first time Jennifer had to work a graveyard shift at the hotel, I ran into an issue with Amelia that hadn’t crossed my mind. Before she got into her pajamas, Amelia asked me if I’d assist her with her bath! This threw me, as it would obviously require some physical touching of places on Amelia’s body I ought not to touch—even though she was just a four-year-old. I came up with a workable, albeit awkward, solution. Amelia mostly needed help washing and rinsing her hair. I told her to bathe herself as best she could, then get out of the tub and wrap herself in several towels to cover her feminine “goodies”. Then I washed her hair for her as she stood on a bath mat and bent over the bathtub. It worked out. I mentioned the situation to Jennifer the next time I saw her. Her reaction was to laugh at how I dealt with it.

“Kevin, you are an old-fashioned prude—I love it!” she stated between giggles. “Amelia is a little girl who wanted help taking a bath from someone she adores. That someone is you. There was no need for you to feel the least bit awkward about it. However, if you feel more comfortable doing what you did, that’s fine, too.”

“Yes, I would feel better just doing what I did when this issue comes up again,” I honestly replied. Then I joked, “When Amelia is 18, I’ll reconsider my options.”

Part Three

For the next few years, whenever Amelia stayed at my house, we got along absolutely splendidly. I took note of what she was learning at school, and I expanded on it—especially the math and English curriculum. She developed an excellent vocabulary, and could do calculations in her head faster than any of her classmates (so she told me). She also remained as affectionate as ever. Sometimes she fell asleep in my arms while we watched TV together. I’d just carry her to her bedroom whenever that happened.

Amelia stopped sitting on my lap after she turned nine years old, but she still constantly clung to me on the couch while we watched TV or did a puzzle together. One day when she was about 10, she mentioned her fifth-grade class had started a “human development” unit in health studies. That actually startled me as it indicated how time was flying by. I had now been babysitting Amelia for more than six years! She told me that the girls and boys had been separated for the unit so they “could each discuss private stuff” with the teacher. When I cautiously asked how the lessons were going, Amelia stated, “I haven’t learned too much, really. Mom already told me most of what the class has learned.” Then she gave me a slightly naughty look and said, “I know that boys’ bodies and girls’ bodies were made to go together to produce babies. Maybe someday…” Amelia never finished the sentence. She left it incomplete. Instead, she kissed me on the cheek instead and then engulfed me in a very loving hug.

“Yes, maybe someday, Amelia—but not for quite a few more years. I’d be in big, big trouble if I had sexual relations with a girl your age,” I said. “Anyway, you’re almost like a daughter to me.” Then I kissed Amelia on her cheek. My answer seemed to satisfy her. She was likely unaware of jailbait laws.

Part Four

Amelia turned 14 years old in early July of 1990. She had just finished the eighth grade with honors. (She sweetly insisted I had played a big part in her excellent report cards.) Of course, over the years, her mother had slowly allowed Amelia to have more and more freedom to stay at home on her own when she was working her hotel shifts. Amelia did do that at first. Then she decided she missed me and returned to visiting me at every opportunity. It was all quite flattering.

I was 36 in 1990. I couldn’t help but notice that Amelia had grown from a cute little girl to a very beautiful teenager. She was only about 5’3”, but she had an attractive figure for someone her age. She must have been a big distraction to the boys in her class. I tried not to gawk at her physical charms, but her breasts were quite lovely. They were neither too small nor too big, but more often than not, her nipples were visible even though she had regularly worn a brassiere since she was 12. That was always a sexy sight for me! The fact that she still liked to cuddle with me while we were watching TV or playing a game was welcomed. I was enjoying it more than ever. However, I had never done anything sexually aggressive with her. She was still almost like a daughter to me. That was about to change.

Amelia had been given a key to my house when she was about 10 years old, so sometimes she was there to greet me on those rare occasions when I had to step out because of errands or appointments. Thursday, July 19, 1990 was one of those days. Jennifer was working a day shift at the hotel. I had a routine dental checkup in the morning, but I’d be home in time to have lunch with Amelia. When I opened the door, I was surprised to see Amelia standing at the kitchen counter making us sandwiches for lunch. I normally handled that task.

“For a change, Kevin, I figured I’d do the preparations for our lunch,” she told me as she resumed her work. She was wearing a tight-fitting blue t-shirt that advertised a European shoe company. I admired her curvy figure without saying anything. Her bottom, clad in white shorts, was especially appealing to me. For the first time in the decade that I had known Amelia—I was totally aroused by the sight of her. I stepped forward while her back was turned to me. I suddenly wrapped my arms around her, kissed the nape of her neck a few times, and slipped both my hands under her t-shirt.

Amelia was startled by my outright forwardness—but not angry at all. “Hey, what gives?” she asked me with a chuckle. “Normally I’m the one who’s pawing you!”

“I can’t help myself today, Amelia, honey,” I told her truthfully. “You look so beautiful. It’s taken more than ten years of your hugs and kisses, but you’ve finally worn my resistance down to nothing.”

“I knew this day would come sometime,” she stated. “At least I’d hoped it would.”

“I guess I did, too. Amelia, do you want me to help you take a bath? I don’t have any issues with it anymore,” I joked.

Amelia giggled and said, “We can do something like that, Kevin. I’ve been waiting for years for you to be amorous with me. I’m sure you already knew that, right?”

Of course I did, but I said nothing. Instead, I passionately kissed her. This was another first for us. Our thousands of shared kisses in the past were mere pecks compared to this romantic one. We didn’t have time to discuss the relevance of that kiss. I was too busy carrying Amelia to my bedroom. I couldn’t wait to ravish this comely, affectionate, teenage beauty!

Amelia seemed just as eager to engage in sex as I was. We both wasted little time in disrobing. I was standing; Amelia was seated on the edge of my bed. I had hoped to have the honor of removing her sexy, lacy brassiere, but Amelia beat me to it. She squeezed her breasts together for no particular reason, but it was a sexy sight! I had never seen Amelia undressed before, despite taking care of her since the age of four. Within seconds my penis was rock hard.

She had a hairy vagina. I promptly shoved my face into it and licked it enthusiastically. Amelia liked the sensation. “Kevin, look at all the fun we’ve been missing together!” she said ruefully.

“I’ll do my best to make up for it!” I told her between long licks. My act of cunnilingus eventually drew an orgasm from my sweetheart. I eagerly lapped up her pussy juices.

Next, I focused on those magnificent breasts of hers with the prominent nipples. It was a real treat to fondle and suck on them. Amelia was still bemoaning our missed chances for many sexual encounters in the past. “You could have been doing this years ago, Kevin!” she informed me.

“You didn’t have tits like this years ago, my love!” I replied.

Next on my agenda was old-fashioned fucking. I was about to penetrate her vagina with my penis, but Amelia suddenly stopped me. “You pleased me, Kevin; now let me please you. It’s only fair!” We switched places on the bed so I was now lying flat in its center. Amelia proceeded to give me fellatio. If it was her first time, she did an admirable job. It was absolutely wonderful.

With my rod as stiff as possible, I spread Amelia’s legs and slowly entered her desirable love canal. I was fairly well endowed, so I feared hurting my angel with my stiff rod. I did my best not to rush, driving into her pussy a fraction of an inch at a time. Amelia looked scared for a moment. This was obviously a new experience for her, but I reassured her with a consoling voice. “This is the most natural thing in the world,” I insisted. Eventually Amelia was completely impaled by my penis and wholly content that I was inside her most private bodily cavity. Her tight vagina was certainly a fun place to spend the late morning hours. When I was sure she was used to having me inside her, I slowly began sliding my shaft in and out of her to give the two of us (I hoped) extreme pleasure.

“Fucking you is heavenly, Amelia!” I told her as my thrusts increased in speed. I wasn’t kidding. Her pussy was the best I’d ever entered. “I could stay inside you for hours and hours.”

“No one is stopping, you, Kevin!” Amelia amusingly told me. “I’m in no hurry to leave.”

I could feel an orgasm building within my testicles. Experience told me it was going to be a big one. I had no intention of pulling out of Amelia’s vagina—and I did not. Three rapid-fire thrusts put me over the edge. I felt a long blast of semen rise from my balls and up my shaft. I moaned with ecstasy. Two more cum shots followed. My dick was snugly inside Amelia’s pussy but the volume of jism I had produced was causing it to seep out from her. It made a bit of a mess on the bedsheets—but it was certainly a sexy mess.

I stayed on top of Amelia for at least 15 minutes, with my penis still in its happy place. We engaged in plenty of kissing and hugging to pass the time. Eventually Amelia insisted I roll her over so she could give me a cowgirl-style fuck. I helped her along by putting my hands on her waist so she could ride me a little more easily. A few times they drifted upward to fondle her stiff nipples. It was such a tight fit that Amelia did more gyrating than bouncing. Still, it was very satisfying to me. I managed one further small ejaculation—and knew I was done for the day.

“I have a 36-year-old dick,” I told her. “It can only stand so much 14-year-old pussy, Amelia. Let’s go to the kitchen and eat those sandwiches you were making for us before I so rudely interrupted you with sensational sex.”

We sat at the kitchen table, just staring at one another in happy silence, eating at the slowest pace possible. Out of the blue, Amelia asked me, “Do you think I ought to tell my mother that we had sex today?”

I was taken aback and I quickly envisioned the worst possible scenario. “She might want to kill me if you tell her that, my dear.”

Amelia laughed and said, “I don’t think so, Kevin. In fact, you’re way off the mark. Just last week Mom asked me if we had ever been sexually intimate with each other. When I told her no, she said you were a damn fool.”