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obviously
couldn’t because he made her repeat it.
    “A
blowjob…”
    “Well
then go ahead and practice on him, he’s waiting.”
    Caity
walked toward him and I glanced his way. I had not looked at him until that
time. I couldn’t believe it! When I looked at him, he already had his jeans
down and his… his… thing was pointed straight up in the air. I looked away
again really quick, but then I had to look back. I was sort of curious! I
couldn’t believe that this was going to happen right there next to us.
    As
Caity knelt down in front of Uncle Matt, Daddy started talking again, but he
was looking at the rest of us. “Now, you guys are going to get a lot of
practice at this too. You will have regular training sessions and will know how
to please your Daddy by the time you have one. I didn’t plan to start so soon.
I was going to give you time to get used to being little girls first. Anyway,
Sara come here, since you want to be a sassy girl you will be next.”
    I
am sure Erin and I made quite a pair sitting there staring the way we were. She
seemed to be in as much in shock as I was. Sara on the other hand strutted
toward Daddy, almost haughtily.
    “Should
I spank your sassy attitude out of you first?” he reached forward and grabbed
Sara’s hips pulling her closer to him.
    She
gasped and called out, “No, no, no.” She must have thought he was going to
spank her right then.
    “Spread
your legs.” He reached between her thighs and pushed her legs apart. “That’s
good.” He stopped her when her feet were a little farther than shoulder width
apart. I couldn’t see him anymore, just Sara’s back and his hand patting her
thigh from in between her legs. His hand moved up to cup her kitty. I could see
his fingers moving between her bottom cheeks. “Hmm, you are wet… so you must enjoy
all this talk. That will help you.”
    His
hand moved some and I couldn’t see exactly what he did but I heard her inhale
fast and hard. “ Aww , Sara that was just one little
finger, baby.”
    He
was stroking in and out of her.
    I
could see it clearly. I wished I could see her face. I don’t know why. I was
beginning to feel wet down there, myself. I wanted to be in her place.
    “Stop,”
the quiet command drew my eyes away from them, because it was given to Caity
from Uncle Matt. His hand was in her hair, she was bent over his shaft- still
devouring it. With a fist in her hair, he started pulling her head up toward
his face, pulling her body up his, along the way. When she was lined up he
moved her legs open on either side of the couch to straddle him.
    From
our angle next to them, Erin and I could see everything. Uncle Matt reached
between her legs to her apex. He didn’t take time for anything he just pushed
into her with his finger. She arched her back, a squeak of surprise on her
lips. He pulled her back up close to his body and I couldn’t see anymore. I
know it was still his finger because his large shaft stuck up between her legs
against her bottom.
    He
must have thrust another finger in with the first, because Caity began to
whimper and it wasn’t so much with pleasure as with discomfort. Uncle Matt’s
other hand squeezed and kneaded her butt pulling it toward his hand when it
seemed as if she was pushing away. Blending in with her whimpering was him whispering,
“Uh-uh, little girl. You’re not getting away. You’re going to ride it. You are
going to ride me, are you ready?”
    I
was so overwhelmed by the erotic scene in front of me. I looked away. Across
from me Sara was moving to the other couch. I heard Daddy then tell her to get
on her knees, and face the back. Sara climbed right on and I realized Uncle
Chris was walking up then. He unzipped his jeans and his rod sprung free, ready
to go. He started stroking it as he got nearer to her.
    “Bend
over the back of the sofa, Sara.” Daddy called out to her then turned toward us
and called for Erin.
    I
was so completely overcome. I wanted to run away but