by Abbie Adams
“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 I wanted to watch. Erin was shaking so bad I wanted to hold her close and protect her. But she bravely got up and went to him before I could act on it. A loud cry broke through my thoughts from the couch next to me.
“Oh God, noooo!” Caity was pushing against Uncle Matt trying to get off and away from him, but he held her in place by her hips. She couldn’t really go anywhere she was just bucking against him which seemed to be what he wanted anyway. She started to pummel his chest with her fist and he caught her hand. His other hand issued a hard slap to her derriere. It was then that I realized his shaft wasn’t resting there against her bum any longer it must’ve been buried inside her and that was why she was fighting so franticly.
“Settle down Caity or I will stop and spank you first, then finish. You wanted this, remember?” Uncle Matt spoke low to her and I wouldn’t have even heard if I hadn’t been sitting there. Caity’s face was crumpled up in distress.
I looked back to Daddy and Erin, she was sitting on his lap, legs spread, his hand between her legs. Then I heard a high pitched shriek and turned my head to the sound.
“Stop, you son of a bitch…”
Uncle Chris was behind Sara on the sofa, on his knees, pounding into her. I couldn’t see much of her, but what I could hear was awful, her crying... I jumped up and took off running toward our room. I couldn’t stand what was happening. I couldn’t watch it any more.
I curled up under the comfort of my pink quilt and pulled it up over my head. Oh how I wished I had brought my own bear or something from home! I pulled a lacey heart shaped pillow to my chest and hugged it there.
I think it was then, the first time anyway, that I started sucking my thumb. I can’t recall doing it before then.
“Hmmm, what do we have here? You can’t hide silly girl. Daddy is waiting for you.” Uncle Jeremy pulled the covers back and scooped me out of the bed. He hugged me to his chest, his embrace comforting.
“I don’t want to go!”
“Well, all little girls have to mind their Daddy’s and he wants you out there,” he walked toward the door and I knew I was headed for the same as the other girls.
I had always anticipated losing my virginity in a bed, you know, romantically. This was the farthest from my mind. I didn’t even know a scene like this could exist. I mean when I signed the contract I knew I would have no say over it. But, somehow, I still wanted it to be love.
I was sliding naked down Uncle Jeremy’s clothed body to stand next to Daddy’s chair. I could tell through the blur of my tears, the set of the furniture. I dared not look around. I kept my eyes on the floor. I could hear girls softly crying, sniffling. Daddy reached for my hands and tugged me to him.
“Alivia Rose, why did you run away? Did I say you could leave? Look at me.”
I looked up at his handsome, albeit stern face. “I’m sow-rey, Daddy. I don’t know why. I was just scared.” I looked back to the floor and without thinking about it my thumb came back to my mouth.
“Enough of that for now. This is big girl time.” He pulled my hand away from my face and pulled me to his lap. “Today is just a day for learning. Some women think they can control men with sex.”
I realized he wasn’t just talking to me. I wiped my eyes so I could see through the watery mess. Erin was just climbing back into her spot on the end of the couch. The other two were already across from her on the other couch, curled up with their knees to their chest, both were crying.
Daddy was stroking my thigh and growing nearer and nearer to my coochie while he spoke. “Here you are going to learn that you can’t do that. You won’t want to. Whether or not you get a prize or get to enjoy a part of sex is up to your Daddy.”
The way he was holding me, hugging me, rubbing me… I wanted him to do more. But, I knew from watching the other girls that they all seemed to like it at first. I also knew as much as I liked it with him, he had turned them over to one of the Uncles.
I trembled as his fingers brushed the outside rim to the center of my being. Oh yes, I had touched it before, had stroked that little gem tucked up inside the cleft until I burst and thought I was dying… floating in space somewhere. I knew what it would be like to enjoy the administrations of his fingers if he chose to grant me such. I wiggled hoping-
“Sit still Alivia, I’m talking to you,” His voice didn’t stop the tightening in my lower belly nor did it stem the wet feeling. If nothing it made the dampness feel more abundantly so. He pulled my thighs apart farther and the cool air made the announcement of my moisture feel exaggerated.
“If a Daddy feels that you deserve big girl play time,” he began walking his fingers from the outside of my thigh inward like a miniature soldier one tiny step at a time.
I held my breath to be sure. I am afraid that my heart didn’t beat either until the first delicate step into my pool.
I snapped my legs shut as a reflex. But Daddy is quick and strong. He opened them back up, perhaps wider than before and slapped my over-sensitive girl spot with a snap. “You never close yourself to your Daddy.”
I cried out, shocked at the brief burst of pain and yet there was a pleasurable, tingling afterwards. I turned my face into his chest and grabbed hold of his strong arms squeezing my fingers into his biceps, where I decided to hold on for life.
Daddy’s fingers again came to my inner sanctum. However this time it seemed as if he wanted to test me. For two fingers rested against that glorious gem… and didn’t move. Not a hair. I squirmed. They were driving me crazy just sitting there. What was he trying to do? When I mo
ved he still didn’t. I was squirming and wiggling all over the place, trying to buck against his fingers but not getting the resistance- the satisfaction I wanted- no needed.
“Do you need some help little girl?” His deep voice registered in my ear. I was so agitated, desperate and nearly crazy for some kind of release.
“Please Daddy- please.”
“I will help you because you are a good girl. Do you know why you are a good girl?” his voice was louder as if he was addressing the room then, but I really couldn’t concentrate I was frantic.
“No?”
“Because you aren’t touching yourself,” he finished. The fingers he held to my little pleasure button pressed down more firmly all of a sudden sending an arc of electricity through me, right down to my toes. “Touching yourself is absolutely off limits.”
Those magic digits moved down briefly and came back with some of my own moisture. They began to tease that worrisome little jewel as if dancing with it. Over and under, back and forth, twirling, twirling. I was going to die. I was panting, begging, crying.
And it changed. He moved to slide one of his long, thick fingers up inside of me. It was apparently a snug fit and a good thing that I was as wet as I was. It didn’t hurt but I had no desire to have it there. He began to stroke inside me, petting the inside of my sheath in a circular motion. I wanted the action back up front. But it wasn’t to be. He was obviously in control and before I knew what was happening there was a stretching and he was pressing another finger inside with the first.
I cried out pleading with him to remove it. But once it was in, he left it. Thankfully he didn’t move it for a time, just left it there to give me time to adjust. With it in place he began to strum on my gem again with his thumb. I didn’t want to take to it, to enjoy it. There was a very uncomfortable stretching inside of me.
He was playing me like a musical instrument and he was a fine musician. Pain aside, I couldn’t help but begin to rub along against the rhythm he was playing on that little button as long as the fingers in side of me stayed still. That discomfort never seemed to ease. Even when I threw myself about, uncontrollable in my release, the pain of the stretching inside me was present and confusing. I didn’t want it. But, I couldn’t stop myself from bucking against it.
“Oh God, help me, no…please take it out… oh yes!” I cried as I exploded. Stars burst in my eyes, heat flood through my body, tingling though every nerve, every pore and darkness overcame me.
I blinked my eyes open through tears. I don’t know how much time had passed. Minutes, seconds, or hours? It felt as though I had been in a deep sleep but yet I was still in Daddy’s arms, his two fingers still deep inside of me, that awful pain still there after so much pleasure.
“Good girl, Livvy. That was pretty powerful. Are you ok, honey?” I felt his warm breath on my cheek, at my ear.
“No,” I whimpered. “Take it out…”
Relieved I felt him move his fingers inside of me. But, he simply stroked out and back in.
“Owww... noo…” I felt so tense, so sore, I felt as if I had pulled muscles inside of me. “Please.”
“Daddy wants you to know that you can have good girl days. But, there are also days when Daddy will get what he desires and it won’t be pleasant for you.”
The stroking continued for a moment or two more and I remember thinking that now he was either going to unzip his pants, or pass me to one of the Uncles. Either way the worst was coming. Those fingers hurt. I couldn’t imagine what a man’s shaft would feel like driving into me. I shifted trying to wiggle away from his fingers moving inside me. I turned more toward him so I could try to support myself and lift off or away from him. At the same time I was lifting my bottom from his all-knowing hand I was clinging to his chest, whimpering, begging him to let me go.
“Sssshh.” I felt him whisper against my ear. “You were a good girl, and you are done for today.” He finally slowly, centimeter by centimeter withdrew. He ran his hand down my thigh and rubbed my leg leaving a trail of wet sex behind. I felt sexy and little at the same time. Vulnerable. I wanted to hide again.
Daddy scooted me off his lap and helped me to stand on legs of marshmallow. I didn’t want to go anywhere. But, Uncle Tommy was there reaching for my hand. He took me to the bathroom. Daddy told him he could go ahead and give us our baths early, because he was done for the day.
I felt empty—dejected and rejected. I wanted to stay with Daddy. Not to have sex but to be held, or something, I don’t really know what. I just know that I missed him as soon as I was away from him.
Chapter 7
I held my hands over my head trying to block the path of the cruel brush raking down my sensitive head. A hand much larger than my own pulled one of my useless hands out of the way and the evil device made another torturous stoke. I fought and twisted crying against the painful taming of my unruly locks.
“Alivia, stand up straight and quit fighting,” Uncle Matt snapped at me.
He and Uncle Tommy were doing the morning thing: potty, brushing teeth and hair. The day before, I didn’t end up getting my hair brushed out after my bath. Somehow, it had gotten forgotten and I had slept on it. So now it was a mess of snarly curls.
“Nooo, I want Dad-dee- please!” I couldn’t get away. I was standing in front of him in the large bathroom. I just knew it was going to be an awful day. I hadn’t slept well because I had thought so long about what had happened the day before.
“Livvy, look here,” Uncle Tommy spoke to me from the door to the dressing closet. He held out a group of dresses. “Daddy said you girls may wear dresses today. Do you want me to tell him that you are being naughty and don’t deserve to wear a dress today? I mean if you won’t let Uncle Matt finish your hair…”
He got the message across. I was ecstatic. I started jumping up and down squealing along with the other girls. It still took a while to get my hair brushed and it still hurt. I was the last one to get my dress, so the other girls got to pick first. Mine had teal and white stripes on it. It was a simple baby doll style made of stretchy cotton like a t-shirt, falling at mid-thigh.
I felt like a princess. Who know that simply wearing clothes could feel like a treasure… a privilege. The day was really beginning to look up. I danced all the way to the table after that. I think we all did, even grouchy old Sara. Daddy smiled and praised us for being such beautiful little girls. He winked at me and I stored it in my heart because he had singled me out. I wanted his attention so badly.
The singsong chattering of the girls came to a crashing halt rather suddenly when morning guests were announced. As was typical I was the only one still at the table hovering over my breakfast. Erin and Caity were twirling in their dresses in between the couches in the front room. I don’t know where Sara had been but she came quickly to see who was there.
I had mixed feelings when I saw two guests welcomed in. At the sight of the doctor my stomach dropped in absolute dread. But, when I saw the bashful Ellie at his side there was a hopeful anticipation of a chance to talk with her more. Self-preservation took over all too quick and I dropped my eyes back to my breakfast. He couldn’t be there for me that time. He just couldn’t… I had been….
My thoughts were interrupted anyway as Uncle Jeremy took my plate away and helped me down. I didn’t want to get down, for once. Or at least, I wished I had an invisibility cloak. Then I could sneak right down the hall and out of there. But, nobody was paying any attention to me anyway.
Daddy and the doctor went into the office and Ellie shyly sat down on the couch. Erin started to spin again, giggling contagiously. Caity explained to Ellie that we hadn’t been allowed to wear clothes before. I finally gave in and started to twirl with Erin. It wasn’t as satisfying as the dresses I had worn to Sunday school as a little girl, but there was a completely different kind of freedom. I was giddy and it was so emotionally cleansing to simply let go.
The happier I got the faster I spun and the louder I laughed. Ellie and Caity joine
d in and we began to sing. It took a couple minutes to think of a song, one that we all knew, and it was so easy, how could we forget—Ring around the rosie, pockets full of posies, ashes, ashes…
I guess it really wasn’t the best idea. We bumped into each other and ended up falling down. It wasn’t as fun as it was supposed to be. We got scolded by Uncle Jeremy for playing like that in the house. I started crying because I hurt my knee and because he hurt my heart. Uncle Jeremy was never cross with me. But, while he was scolding us the next best thing in the world happened.
Daddy came out of his office and said that we could play outside in the backyard. It was a dream come true to me!
Until he added that the doctor was going to see each of the girls really quick first, to make sure no harm was done to them from the big girl time the day before.
Thankfully, he quickly amended that he didn’t need to see me. He said that Ellie and I could go out. I grabbed her hand and started to head for the back door. I wanted out of there before anyone changed their minds.
We explored for a little while, following the path around the garden, but eventually came back to the swings. When we were there kicking our legs high up toward the sun, the wind blowing our ponytails out behind us, Ellie said the oddest thing.
She said she wished she could be like us.
I didn’t understand because she was. She was the doctor’s little girl.
“No, I mean all the time. We have to go to Josh’s work parties and deal with our families, you know. It’s just different.”
I had to think about that. I guess I never really had thought about it before. When I got a real Daddy would it be like this? Would I have to go back and forth like a married couple? Or would he want me to be his little girl all the time? And she really liked this and wanted it? It wasn’t just her Daddy who wanted it? It seemed strange to me that she would want to live like this.
I mean, girls don’t like this do they?
“You like being a little girl, Ellie?” I drug my feet in the sand under the swing and the wind flipped my skirt up again reminding me we weren’t given panties with our dresses but I didn’t care. When the swing finally slowed I turned to face her. She was looking at me rather strangely.
